As soon as Zhang Yuanqing rode the wind and rushed out of the building, the sword light approached the intersection.
He immediately realized that flying could not save him, so he immediately used the Star Escape Technique, and then managed to catch up with Jian Guang's tail.
The next second, Jianguang arrived at the crossroads.
"Buzz!"
The air rippled, and there was a vibrating sound effect, like a large firecracker exploding underwater.
Visible to the naked eye, a six-meter-long gap was torn in the void at the intersection, and the black mustard seeds revealed majestic Yin energy and a chilling fear in the heart.
It's like opening the door to hell.
The passers-by around him finally reacted. Previously, because of their speed, most people did not notice the approaching sword light.
But when the sword light tore through Mustard Seed Sumeru, the burst of bright light and the sudden drop in temperature made these mortals realize that something was wrong.
They all looked towards the crossroads.
At the critical moment, Zhang Yuanqing, who had continuously performed star escape skills, finally arrived, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.
A ray of starlight mixed with the power of the soul spread, covering a hundred meters in radius in an instant.
The eyes of the driver in the car, the rider of the electric scooter, and the pedestrians on foot were slightly vacant, and then recovered. Everyone no longer paid attention to the intersection, and drove and walked on their own.
Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself that luckily the situation was under control, otherwise the headlines of the online news tomorrow would be:
#Shock! The mysterious two-dimensional white-haired woman breaks the void in the busy city#
Then the comments below are otakus arguing about which anime this white hair is the heroine of.
The gap in the black hole slowly closed, and the white-haired marshal stepped lightly and floated into the crack in space.
The red dancing shoes followed him in, vowing to kill Fu Qingyang.
"Marshal, wait for me."
Zhang Yuanqing rushed to the gap that was gradually closing and plunged in.
The picture suddenly changed. The sunny city streets disappeared and were replaced by an ancient city shrouded in gloom.
The main road paved with stone slabs stretches deep into the dark and quiet ancient city. In front of it is a tall archway with a plaque reading "Ghost City".
The antique buildings on both sides of the main road are even more eye-catching with their hanging signboards.
It feels like you have arrived at a horror amusement park with a supernatural theme.
"Hiss, the Yin Qi here is so strong that it can freeze the Night Travel God." Zhang Yuanqing followed his heart's choice and moved closer to his tall and graceful cousin: "Marshal, you have to protect me."
Fu Qingxuan's majestic and cold "hmm" sound was like a queen promising to protect her people.
Her pupils bloomed with brilliant white light, her gaze swept across the ghost town, she quickly came to a conclusion and said calmly:
"A semi-god-level prop is composed of a variety of supernatural powers and props. It has no spirit. The core is a regular prop, which is similar to Elder Dog's zoo."
"Pap tap tap."
Red Dance Shoes abandoned the two of them and ran straight towards the end of the long street.
The two of them immediately followed. The female marshal walked forward calmly and calmly, while Zhang Yuanqing looked wary and looked around. Every shop here had a terrifying yin energy left in it.
He can be easily killed in every shop.
But at this time, both sides of the street were full of chaos.
The sign of "Escape Room" hung sideways, the door of the "Weird Foot Massage" shop was smashed, the head of the ghost bride in the ghost wedding shop was cut off, and rolled together with her red hijab, with a pair of pupils full of resentment.
staring at the street.
The "Zombie Infested" store was also smashed. Inside the crooked store door, charred zombies lay everywhere, as if they had just been baptized by the power of the sun.
Obviously, these stores were smashed by Fu Qingyang and others.
But the deeper you go, the more complete the stores are preserved. This change indicates that Fu Qingyang and others are no longer able to smash up the stores and confiscate the houses, and the most they can do is retreat.
Ahead appeared a half-collapsed shop with a plaque reading "Scream" hanging above it.
The store seemed to have been smashed, but not completely.
Zhang Yuanqing looked through the open door and happened to see an old face with wrinkles sticking out from the door of the store, with dark blood flowing in his eyes, peeking at the two of them.
It was a very old woman, her face was pale, and her pupils were filled with dark blood.
The moment she made eye contact with Zhang Yuanqing, she silently opened her mouth, splitting it to the base of her ears, and dark, sticky blood flowed like syrup.
"Woo~"
A frightening wind blew up in the store, and an old woman wearing a Republic of China cloth screamed and rushed toward Zhang Yuanqing.
This was supposed to be a vengeful spirit at the domination level, but it seemed to have just been severely injured by the power of the sun, and its aura had declined, falling between a saint and a dominator.
Weak level seven!
Fu Qingxuan squinted her eyes and glanced at the wraith with its teeth and claws waving. She didn't even stop and pointed like a sword, just about to kill the moths flying into the fire.
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly moved and took the initiative to meet the seven-level weak Wraith.
Seeing this, the marshal frowned.
Dark and rich energy emerged from Zhang Yuanqing's left eye socket, his right eye turned into a molten golden pupil, his left arm was stained with dark Yin energy, and his right arm lit up with a pure and domineering golden light.
The power of Taiyin and Sun fills the body at the same time.
Zhang Yuanqing grabbed the old woman's neck with his left hand, suppressed it with his right hand, and gently patted her forehead with his right hand.
With repeated chissing sounds, black smoke rose from the old woman's forehead, and she let out a shrill scream that only the Night Walker God could hear.
Its breath declined rapidly.
As soon as Zhang Yuanqing opened his mouth to inhale, the old woman turned into black smoke and was swallowed by him.
In less than three seconds, a weak level 7 wraith was subdued.
Fu Qingxuan retracted her sword and her brows had already relaxed. She looked at Zhang Yuanqing with interest and said:
"The divine power of the sun. You actually used the body of a saint to accommodate the divine power of the sun. You are indeed a genius. You have a promising future."
If the official elders hear this, they will definitely pay more attention to Yuanshi Tianzun.
A marshal who has reached the top of her career before the age of thirty has a talent that is rarely seen in the world. Even the Demon Lord is weaker than her.
Such a character is inevitably arrogant. Fu Qingyang feels that all geniuses in the world are rubbish, and she feels that demigods in the world are rubbish.
But she didn't say it.
Among contemporary young people, there is no one else but Demon Lord who can be recognized by her.
In her eyes, her younger brother Fu Qingyang is just a stupid guy who can make up for his shortcomings.
Zhang Yuanqing returned to his original position and said loudly:
"It is precisely because of the Marshal that I dare to take risks. It was the Marshal who gave me the courage."
Fu Qingxuan looked surprised. She never thought that the new genius of the official could speak human language so well.
"Are you in need of a spiritual servant?"
"Extremely lacking!"
Fu Qingxuan pondered briefly:
"I'll take you on a sweep. There are a lot of high-quality spirit servants here, but I'm only searching for saint-level ones for you. If you want to get master-level inferi and wraiths, you need to work hard on your own. I won't.
Pull out the seedlings and encourage them to grow.”
Zhang Yuanqing's heart was beating wildly and he hesitated: "Will this delay the rescue? Elder Fu is not out of danger yet."
He was more worried about Fu Qingyang's safety than high-quality spiritual servants and infernal corpses.
Fu Qingxuan's pretty face, as cold as ice, finally showed a smile, then she stopped, looked into the distance, and said:
"They won't die for a while, so the garbage should be hidden under the quilt."
Zhang Yuanqing didn't understand the second half of the sentence, but it didn't stop him from bowing his head:
"Thank you Marshal!"
Northwest Gobi.
The Gobi Desert is one of the largest barren areas in the world, stretching in the northwest of the continent, spanning the grasslands and northwest China.
Looking around, the rolling land is full of bare rocks, and the strong wind seems to be mixed with gravel.
The days are scorching hot, the nights are cold, the soil cannot be plowed, the mountains cannot be hunted, and the vast expanse of land is sparsely populated.
Geologists believe that the Gobi was formed because the terrain was elevated and the sandstone was continuously weathered and eroded, turning into a large amount of clastic material.
But compared to the desert, a real restricted area for life, the Gobi has undulating terrain and towering rock peaks, making it visually rich and colorful.
At the foot of a mountain called "Tengger", there are bungalows made of yellow mud and stone, which have been standing in the sun for ten years.
Tengger means "god" in Mongolian. Bishop Bing's bewitched demons followed the local customs and named this mountain, which originally had no name, Tengger.
Because the spiritual leader of the bewitching demons sleeping in the heart of the mountain - Shura.
Shura didn't have much particularity in choosing this rocky mountain to sleep in. He simply didn't want to be disturbed while sleeping, so the inaccessible northwest became his choice.
Pushing forward another twenty years, the place where Shura sleeps is not the "Tenggri" holy mountain, but another unknown mountain.
At that time, the Five Elements Alliance had just been established, and the ten elders at the headquarters had just taken over the power. They were eager to show their authority and political achievements to all parties. After discussing with their superiors, they decided to neutralize Shura.
As a result, the mountain was nuked, but Shura was not. So Shura, who was homeless, decided to sleep in a lively place. He chose the capital.
At that time, the incident was a big deal, and overseas organizations paid close attention to it. In the end, the leader of the Taiyi Sect and the leader of the Jiang Gang joined forces and had a fight with Shura.
Shura withdrew from the capital city and returned to the northwest Gobi. The lawful camp never tried to quell Shura again.
In a bungalow near the mountainside, dark red flesh and blood covered the entire room like silt.
In the center of the room, flesh and blood material piled high into a mountain, and a three-meter-long flesh cabin was half embedded in the flesh and blood material.
There are blue and purple blood vessels connected between the meat compartment and the flesh and blood material.
The entire mountain of meat rises and falls slowly, like a beating heart.
This is the regular prop of the Chu family - the womb of the Mother Goddess!
Although there is the word "god", it is not holy and glorious. On the contrary, it has a kind of restrained horror.
Suddenly, the flesh membrane on the surface of the meat cabin was lifted up, highlighting the outline of a palm. The next second, the palm burst the flesh membrane, and the man inside rolled out of the meat cabin like a baby with its afterbirth torn apart.
This is a strong man with a height of 1.9 meters, with a bald head, rough and resolute facial features, and there are piercings in the earlobes, nose and lips, but there are no silver rings.
He is resurrected!
Earrings and silver rings are not included in the resurrection category of the Mother Goddess's womb, and neither are clothes.
Silver Moon King stood up tremblingly, sat with his back against the meat cabin, raised his head, and fell into a long silence while looking at the ceiling of the bungalow.
"I originally thought that the Demon Eye would be the first to be resurrected from the womb of the Mother Goddess, but I didn't expect it to be you. As soon as I was promoted to the King of Heaven, I had to use this item to resurrect myself. It seems that you were hit hard."
Elegant and undisciplined laughter came from beside me.
King Silver Moon looked sideways, and the person speaking was a young man wearing a crisp suit, with free and easy short hair, and silver earrings. He was as refined and elegant as a butler in a noble family.
Silver Moon King withdrew his gaze and raised his head, still in a daze.
The King of Fear tirelessly consoled him:
"I know you are very frustrated. When you were in the saint stage, there was not much difference between you and him. After being promoted to master, the ancient war god's combat power should have been far stronger than Yanshi.
"But he hits you like a sixth grader hitting a kindergartener."
Silver Moon King said coldly: "After you finish speaking, get out, I want to be quiet."
"Sorry, let me change the wording, maybe replace kindergarten with first grade. You will feel much better." Fear said.
The corner of Silver Moon King's mouth twitched.
The King of Fear did not realize how disgusting he was now. He sat down in the meat cabin and smiled:
"Why bother competing with monsters? Looking around the world, apart from Fu Qingyang, there are a few people who can understand the rules at the saint stage. I met him many years ago and have heard about him. This man is a prisoner."
Talking about Fu Qingyang's powerful rival, Silver Moon King finally responded to him, "Prisoner?"
"Yes, prisoner! He drew a circle in his heart and imprisoned himself in it. He has not stepped out of this circle for more than twenty years. I have known Fu Qingyang many years ago, and I have always hated this kind of people who abandon freedom.
"The King of Fear said:
"At that time, he was still extraordinary, with mediocre combat power and average talent. You know, at the same level and with the same skills, some people are strong and some are weak.
"It depends on the compatibility of the profession and the comprehension of skills. Fu Qingyang doesn't have any of these talents. Although he is not bad in the strategy copy, it is far behind the real genius.
"But he has been standing in that circle, wielding the sword in all weathers every day, giving up entertainment, giving up love, giving up everything. There are only swords and power in his world, because these two things can make him forget his inferiority complex.
and my timid self.”
"Weak? Inferior?" King Silver Moon felt incredible.
No one believes this. The dignified Mr. Qian, a man of great skill and skill, is actually cowardly and has low self-esteem?
"So it's very simple to kill Fu Qingyang. If you challenge him in the same realm, he won't back down." The King of Fear raised his lips: "I won't back down even if I die."
King Silver Moon's heart moved: "In your chessboard, Fu Qingyang already has his own burial ground?"
The King of Fear did not continue this topic and said with a smile:
"So, how can you win against him? How can you win against a paranoid man who has been imprisoned for more than 20 years?"
Silver Moon King was speechless and said coldly: "Go away, don't hinder my eyes here."
"Tsk, tsk, I'm curious as to whether you can still be so arrogant and rude in front of Shura." The King of Fear crossed his legs and showed no sign of leaving.
Silver Moon King did not hesitate, "I respect him and fear him, but I will still do this."
When he said this, the past events flashed through King Silver Moon's mind.
He was born in the Free Federation on the other side of the ocean. His parents were slaves on a farm in the central region of the Federation. That country, which is known as the most civilized and powerful country in human history, has been accompanied by slaves and human trafficking since its founding.
The highly complete social welfare and high labor costs have always left that powerful country with a shortage of cheap labor. To this day, they are still engaged in human trafficking, but compared to the barbarism and strength of their ancestors, these guys have learned
In order to wrap their greed in the cloak of civilization and freedom, ugly and shameful activities have also turned from the sun to the dark sewers.
With their longing for the Free Federation, Silver Moon King's parents followed a group of fellow villagers to smuggle themselves to their holy land. However, what greeted them was not civilization and freedom, let alone generous wages and a good life.
What greeted them was slavery and beatings. They were taken to farms far away from the city, put on handcuffs and anklets, and became a labor force like livestock.
The farmer does not have to pay wages and can spend as much as he wants, along with his security team.
Silver Moon King is a child born of slaves. From the moment he was born, he has been in the shadow of order.
His childhood and adolescence were an unbearable past, sealed in the depths of his memory and only occasionally recalled, like an alcoholic tasting a fine wine he had treasured for many years.
His parents told him since he was a child that if you don't know who is your master, then you should think about who you can't scold.
The one who cannot be scolded is the master!
Silver Moon King hated his birth and the painful years, so after escaping from the farm and becoming a child, he swore to himself in his heart that there was no one in this world that he could not scold.
Including Shura.
The members of the Military Bishop all thought that General Silver Moon should be furious because he was always spitting out sweet things. In fact, he just didn't want to be a slave anymore.
Thinking of the past can end here, just like fine wine cannot be drunk too much, it needs to be savored slowly.
Silver Moon King retracted his thoughts and frowned:
"Are you waiting for someone to be resurrected?"
The King of Fear patted the meat cabin beneath him and nodded with a smile.
Silver Moon King didn't ask any more questions. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said:
"Fu Qingyang, is he really so paranoid that he will not retreat even if he faces danger?"
"You can't get out even if you die!"
In the dark corner, Fu Qingyang said with a stern face.