The Futian Alliance headquarters is in the main hall suspended above the many halls.
After listening to the advice of the two clairvoyant marshals, Emperor Ziwei couldn't help but lean back, and his eyes revealed some thoughts.
Wang Shan went to Blue Star?
If there is any serious problem in the Futian League, it is naturally the Jietian Sect.
The essence of demons is a loose sand, and the Jietian Sect that controls and influences these demons behind the scenes is the real opponent of the Futian Alliance.
Although Wang Shan had no direct interaction with the Jietian Sect, he was named deputy leader by the Jietian Sect. In addition, Wang Shan played a key role when Yang Jian was able to invade Heaven.
He is the head of the five hundred spiritual officials and the first protector of the Taoist sect, but he chose to support Yang Jian.
"Emperor!"
An old immortal said anxiously: "If Wang Shan goes here, I'm afraid it will be detrimental to Emperor Qinghua!"
"The Great Heavenly Lord valued Wang Shan so much back then, but in the end he raised a white-eyed wolf!"
"What's the use of talking about this now? We still have to think about how to save Emperor Qinghua... I'm afraid we can only ask the Emperor to take action."
Emperor Ziwei blinked: "I can stop Wang Shan if I take action, but I can't stay in Blue Star forever."
All the immortals were stunned when they heard this.
Emperor Ziwei... what does this mean?
As the saying goes, it's hard to figure out a king's heart.
Previously, Emperor Ziwei took the initiative to give way to the next person, and also made the decision to abdicate automatically when Emperor Qinghua reincarnated as a golden immortal... Could it be that Emperor Ziwei was just showing off, and actually did not want Emperor Qinghua to reincarnate and cultivate himself?
To Jinxian?
The minds of the immortals in the hall were spinning rapidly.
Each of these old gods seemed to have seven or eight acupuncture points in their Taoist hearts.
Emperor Ziwei chuckled, leaning his body to the left, tapping the armrest with his fingers.
He said slowly: "Wang Shan went to Blue Star not necessarily to kill Emperor Qing Hua."
"Emperor," the clairvoyant marshal walked a few steps to the side, clasped his fists and reported, "Wang Shan has entered the Blue Star range and is rushing towards the location of the reincarnation of Emperor Qinghua."
Emperor Ziwei's smile gradually faded.
He stood up, holding a long sword across his waist, frowning and pacing in front of the desk.
The next moment, Emperor Ziwei raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and disappeared with a hiss.
All the officials in the palace were silent, but there was not much doubt in their hearts.
…
Crack!
A spark jumped out of the burning firewood, and the firelight reflected the dim and serious face on all four sides.
The figure of this middle-aged man looks a little thin from a distance.
He was sitting in the forest clearing by the lake, staring at the dancing firelight in front of him, as if he had something on his mind, as if his knife-cut chin was covered with prickly beard.
A pair of brown pupils reflected the flames that were constantly licking up, but there was no divine light captured in them.
The black robe he was wearing was already somewhat tattered, with some dirt stained on the hem, and a few scratches on his ribs, revealing his blood-stained inner collar.
The man sat here for half an hour before the patrolling immortal spotted the trace with his naked eyes.
Not long after, with him as a dot, figures in the air, underground, and in the trees on the ground, either using their magical powers or controlling magic weapons, came at full speed and quickly built a circle of encirclement.
Wang Shan didn't even raise his eyelids, he just waited quietly.
He seemed to have problems that he couldn't figure out, problems that he couldn't figure out, and he was burdened with too many things that he shouldn't be burdened with.
He was silent.
He is waiting.
In silence, he watched the bonfire lit at the junction of the lake and the woods, waiting for the person he met to come over.
The Futian Alliance immortals who were closest to him were several kilometers away, but their faces were full of nervousness, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Several Futian Alliance Golden Immortals looked at each other, whispered a few words secretly, connected with each other, and moved forward together.
The middle-aged man sitting in front of the campfire raised his eyelids slightly.
Buzz——
Several golden immortals froze in place.
The world they were observing and exploring with their sight and celestial consciousness strangely turned into darkness!
An indescribable pressure shrouded them, and there seemed to be an endless tide of blood surging under the darkness; and they were like a few ants, ready to be crushed by the giant foot stepping on them from nowhere!
The man in front of the bonfire half-lidded his eyelids and continued to stare blankly at the fire in front of him.
The golden immortals swooped back and returned to the outer formation. Their faces were ashen and their bodies could not help but tremble slightly.
This is……
Half-step to creation!
"Protect the emperor and leave quickly."
"General Yinhu has already gone to Emperor Qinghua. If Wang Shan makes any changes later, we will try our best to stop him."
"Well, relying on the formation may be able to delay it for a while."
An immortal sent a message to remind: "Isn't this formation what he taught you?"
All the immortals here are speechless.
…
"The Great Spirit Officer of Dutian?"
In the team villa.
Zhou Zheng looked to the northwest, then looked at the anxious General Yinhu in front of him.
In his impression, the Siberian Tiger God General was both brave enough to be defeated by thousands of immortals, and calm enough to plan for thousands of miles; even in the battle in which the White Horse Sword Fairy sacrificed his life, this God General was never so anxious.
Li Zhiyong on the side kept sliding the screen of his mobile phone and introduced quickly:
"According to the information I found, Wang Shan was the leader of the five hundred spiritual officials in Heaven. Before the disaster of Journey to the West, he had become the top warrior in Heaven. He fought against Sun Wukong who jumped out of the Bagua Furnace and blocked Sun Wukong from the Tongming Palace.
"He is good at using thunderwood whips, has thunder skills, is good at hand-to-hand combat, and is good at formations, pills, and talismans. He was also named the first true guardian of Taoism. He also received the guidance of Laojun. His statues are guarded in almost all Taoist temples.
among.
"It stands to reason that Wang Shanben is a close minister of the Great Heavenly Lord and the most respected by the Great Heavenly Lord. For some reason, in the battle of the Heavenly Court more than 300 years ago, he teamed up with Yang Jian and broke through the Nantianmen.
"Now he is the deputy leader of the Jietian Sect, but like the deputy leader of Roaring Sky Dog, he was actively sealed by the Jietian Sect."
Zhou Zheng gave a thumbs up.
Yin Hu said sternly: "Emperor, I will protect you from Blue Star right now. If Wang Lingguan really comes to attack us! Even if our twelve zodiac signs are all here, I'm afraid we won't be able to protect you!"
Zhou Zheng shook his head slightly: "Laojun said that the day I leave Blue Star is when the great catastrophe is in full swing... If we use a large formation, won't the battle formation be able to stop him?"
"Alas," Yin Hu sighed slightly, "you don't know how brave Wang Lingguan is!"
Xiao Sheng, who had panda eyes and a swollen face like a pig's head, said:
"When Wang Lingguan fought against Sun Wukong, he had just ascended to heaven and his strength had not yet reached its peak.
"But three hundred years ago... at that time, Heaven placed its hope on him to resist Yang Jian. He fought head-on with Yang Jian three times, and blocked Yang Jian from the Nantian Gate in the first two times.
"The third time I don't know why I joined forces with Yang Jian."
Zhou Zheng fell into deep thought and said, "Then why do you think he is sitting by the lake not far from me?"
Several people in the villa looked stagnant.
Xiao Sheng murmured: "He is waiting for the squad leader, you can go there by yourself?"
"Well," Zhou Zheng said, "If Wang Shan came to kill me, he should have been in front of me by now. According to your description of his strength, the formation here and our own masters are completely unable to stop him."
Everyone nodded.
Zhou Zheng carefully analyzed various results and said slowly:
"If I run away directly, there is a high probability that I will be struck by his thunder.
"Why don't you go see him.
"Anyway, the matter has come to this. The worst outcome is to be killed by him. Why not try to survive? This way, at least you can still have some dignity as an emperor."
In the last half of the sentence, he just wanted to liven up the atmosphere and was just joking.
But it was obvious that this joke had no effect; the expressions of the team members were still serious and dignified, and the kitten in the corner had a dead look on its face.
Li Zhiyong frowned and said, "This is really unstable."
"Yes," Yue Wushuang whispered with her hands wrapped in bandages, "If he comes to see the squad leader, how can we deliver him to him ourselves?"
"No, this is more stable."
Zhou Zheng shook his head:
"If he doesn't take the initiative to move forward, it means there is still hope for this matter... Taking a step back, what are the chances that General Yinhu will lead me to escape? How long will it take for the top masters of the Futian Alliance to come to support me?"
General Yinhu pondered for a few times: "The certainty of leading the emperor to escape is actually less than 10%... I am flattering myself if I say 10%, but it is barely 0.20%."
"Then why are you running away?"
Zhou Zheng casually took out a magical windbreaker from his wrist, draped it on his body casually, and lightly shook the collar a few times.
"Excuse me, General Yinhu, to send me there. When Xiaoyu asks, Wushuang will send a message to Xiaoyu for me, telling her that there is nothing wrong with me and telling her not to worry."
"But... okay monitor."
Several people looked worried.
Divine General Yinhu did not hesitate much. After all, it was the emperor himself who gave the order, and he was just executing the order.
After a while, a white cloud left the front of the villa and floated to the lake not far away.
Zhou Zheng's phone vibrated continuously. He took it out and glanced at it. It was Xiaoyu who said that she was coming back with Bing Ning and Xiaoyue, so he sent back an emoticon saying, "There's nothing wrong with me."
The night was just right, the moonlight was shining, and the surface of the lake looked like the upturned belly of a big fish.
"Emperor," God General Yinhu said, "I will accompany you there."
"No need," Zhou Zheng looked at the small bonfire by the lake, raised his hand and patted General Yinhu's arm, then jumped up and rode the wind forward.
The night wind blew through his short hair, the moonlight illuminated his angular but delicate face, and his dark blue trench coat rustled.
After landing, Zhou Zheng noticed that the middle-aged man raised his head and glanced at him, so he squeezed a smile.
He moved forward relatively calmly and sat on the wooden stake reserved for him.
"Fellow Taoist are you waiting for me?"
"Yeah," the middle-aged man responded, then moved his eyes away and looked down at the constantly jumping bonfire.
Zhou Zheng's mind was racing, and he was a little confused for a moment, not knowing how to start the conversation.
Wang Lingguan seems to be in a somewhat abnormal mental state?
"Fellow Taoist are you here to kill me?"
"considering."
Zhou Zheng:......
Zhou Zheng asked: "What is the reason why my fellow Taoist killed me?"
"Return to freedom as a living thing."
Why are you saying the same thing as Yang Jian?
Have you also been brainwashed by Heaven?
Or is there really something hidden that I don’t know about yet?
Wang Shan looked up at Zhou Zheng, sighed softly, and said calmly:
"I killed you all in your previous nine lives."
Zhou Zheng's whole body was so tense that he almost jumped up.
Suddenly I heard laughter coming from the side: "Hey, why did our good brother come to this little star?"
Forbes!
Zhou Zheng followed the sound and saw two figures, one fat and one thin, floating towards this side at the same time.
The fat guy is of course Fu Bo.
Who is that slim figure if not Master Tripitaka?
Under the moonlight, Tang Sanzang's figure is even more graceful and graceful. The softness of a woman and the holiness of Buddhism linger around her, giving her an unworldly beauty.
Wang Shanwei didn't say anything, he just glanced at the master and apprentice, and continued to sit there in front of the bonfire, lost in thought.
Uncle Fu winked at Zhou Zheng for a while, then took out two mahjong, and sat next to Zhou Zheng with Tang Sanzang, one on the left and one on the right, forming a mahjong table with Wang Shan.
Uncle Fu took out three small wine jars from his sleeves and handed them to Zhou Zheng and Wang Shan.
The latter didn't refuse, he raised his hand to take it, opened the cork of the bottle and took a sip, with a little more blood on his face.
Tang Sanzang did not take action to stop him, but just sat quietly beside him, closing his eyes and reciting Buddhist scriptures silently.
Uncle Fu did not drink, but took out a can of Green Bi.
When he opened the tab of the can, a few bubbles splashed out, and the red Tang suit that he wore that was too fat and too large had some water stains.
Uncle Fu first gave Zhou Zheng some reassurance: "Brother Shan and I have a close relationship. Don't worry. I'm here. Brother Shan has to give me some face, isn't he?"
The implication: If Wang Shan wanted to kill Zhou Zheng, he and Tang Sanzang would also protect Zhou Zheng.
"Yeah," Wang Shan responded without saying much.
Zhou Zheng was still unable to recover from Wang Shan's simple words.
[I killed all of your previous nine lives].
The culprit who had been reincarnated for nine lifetimes in three hundred years was just found?
Uncle Fu smiled and asked, "What has Brother Shan been doing recently?"
"I have been in retreat before, comprehending the final avenue," Wang Shan held the wine jar in one hand and stared at the fire in front of him.
Uncle Fu asked: "Zhou Zheng reincarnated nine times in three hundred years. Is it really you who did it, Brother Shan?"
"Um."
"The Great Heavenly Lord's order?"
"No," Wang Shan responded, looking up at Zhou Zheng.
Master Sanzang opened his eyes with autumn water, seemingly aware of Wang Shan's murderous intention.
Uncle Fu smiled and said: "Sure enough, it's all a calculation. Nine reincarnations have gathered luck. Brother Shan also obeyed orders. Xiao Zhou, don't blame him."
"I am not following orders," Wang Shan replied somewhat stiffly.
Uncle Fu's expression froze: "Brother Shan, do you have a grudge against Emperor Qinghua?"
"There is no grudge. On the contrary, Emperor Qinghua has given me guidance and can be regarded as half of my teacher."
Wang Shan slowly raised his head and looked at Zhou Zheng, hiding a bit of a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and spoke calmly:
"Since I set out on this road, I have decided to abandon good and turn to evil. I can bear any guilt, and in the end I will kill myself and give an explanation to the brothers who died in my hands.
"Sometimes I don't know what I'm doing.
"I have killed Qinghua Emperor again and again, but he is still being pushed to reincarnate. Each time he gathers more luck than the previous life. I tried nine times to kill his soul, but every time it was calcined.
There is no scum left, but...he will always come back.
"He can always come back!"
Wang Shan's eyes flashed with sharp light, and the last five words seemed to be growling.
Zhou Zheng was tense all over, but forced himself to look at Wang Shan.
Zhou Zheng suddenly laughed: "Kill me nine times, are you still reasonable?"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.