Eternal God Emperor

Latest website: Qingshan Inn is a wooden structure with a spacious lobby with eight sets of tables and chairs.

The ceiling is about ten meters high, and the beam on the roof is a keel.

It was dark.

The yellow-brown wooden pillars are inlaid with exquisite horn lamps.

Zhang Ruochen observed the inn and looked towards the second floor. It should be that there were actually guest rooms, with eight doors from right to left. There are flower stands outside the door, with wooden signs with human and ghost characters and numbers added.

"Sit wherever you want, you're welcome."

The Gandharva stood in the center of the lobby, stopped, looked at Zhang Ruochen up and down, and asked with a smile: "Would you like some soup?"

"No need for now."

Zhang Ruochen looked at the first table on the right side of the lobby, his eyes slightly condensed.

I saw.

Hanging on the table is a foot-long pekoe pen with ink on the tip.

Only the tip of the pen is in contact with the table, as if someone is holding it, making it vertical and suspended.

It is the paintbrush of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch, and the breath will not be false.

Zhang Ruochen quickly moved his eyes away and met the Gandharva's eyes. He was even more fearful and said, "I heard that there is a group of eight followers called Gandharas. I wonder if this old man was born into this group?"

"It doesn't count!"

The Gandharva shook his head.

But he quickly added: "But the entire Gandharu tribe respects me as the leader. Sit down, why are you so reserved? For a person like you, are you afraid that the old lady will eat you?"

Zhang Ruochen laughed heartily but awkwardly, sat down at the second table on the right, always holding the head banner in his hand, and said: "The Eight Departments of Conformity are really masters, do you know who Pindao is?"

"Does it matter who you are?" Gandharva asked.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "So what's important? I think it must be something important, so you invited me in. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have followed Yuan Qiu's footsteps and been thrown into a stone mill and crushed. Flower fertilizer and nourishment from Love Mountain.”

"I was wrong, please spare me...ah..."

Yuanqiu's screams and pleas came from outside, which was extremely heartbreaking.

Ordinary pain will never make a great being so unbearable.

This is destroying all spirit and soul!

The stone mill outside the inn can kill gods.

Tan Tuo Ksitigarbha walked in from outside. He couldn't bear it, with anger in his eyes, and said, "What did he do wrong? Why did you treat him like this?"

The Gandharva finally moved his eyes away from Zhang Ruochen and looked at Danta Ksitigarbha. His originally friendly and kind smile turned a little ferocious and strange, saying: "A traitor deserves to die no matter what. Use his blood." , watering the flower seedlings in my love mountain is his greatest merit. Do you know which two kinds of people the old lady hates the most?"

"Traitor?" Tan Tuo Ksitigarbha said.

The Gandharva said: "Traitors deserve to die, but they are not the most annoying. The most annoying are, first, the monks from the wasteland, and the second, the men of the Meng family."

"Wow!"

Not a single movement was seen from the Gandharva, any air or rules were released, but Danta Ksitigarbha flew out upside down and collided heavily with the stone mill outside the inn.

Countless blood-red inscriptions appeared on the stone mill, which neutralized the force of the impact.

Tanta Ksitigarbha was lying paralyzed on the ground, with more than half of the Buddha's bones in his body broken. It was like there was an invisible sacred mountain pressing on his chest, making it impossible for him to stand up.

Even breathing and speaking were extremely difficult.

"When he is gone, it will be your turn." Gandharva said.

Zhang Ruochen remained calm, but his heart was already in turmoil.

With just one look, a being at the peak of immortality was beaten to the point of losing his fighting power.

Even if Tanda Ksitigarbha's consciousness and Buddha soul were incomplete, and his combat power had seriously declined, it shouldn't be so bad.

Meng Huang'e stood at the door of the inn, hesitated for a moment, then walked inside, bowed respectfully to the Gandharva, and did not dare to sit down.

The Gandharva turned a blind eye to her. When he looked at Zhang Ruochen again, he resumed his friendly and approachable appearance and said, "Are you interested in hearing a story?"

"If this story has nothing to do with me, I won't listen to it!" Zhang Ruochen said.

Gandharva said: "No one can refuse me."

"I want to try."

Zhang Ruochen touched the head on the head banner with his fingers, his eyes gradually became sharp, without any warmth or softness before.

When a strong but bad-tempered person treats you with an unusually friendly attitude, you should be wary!

Meng Huang'e, who had been observing Zhang Ruochen, her eyes lit up as if she had discovered something new and strange.

This was the first time she had seen such sharp eyes and temperament.

Among the monks Meng Huang'e had met, there might be some who had higher cultivation than him, but their temperament was as deep and gloomy as a bottomless pool. There may be people who are tougher and more fierce than him, but they are so arrogant and incompetent.

A peerless sword must not only be sharp enough, but also need a thick and unbreakable blade. Both are indispensable.

"Are you finally going to show your true strength?" Meng Huang'e was looking forward to it, but not afraid.

Because this is Qingshan Inn!

No matter how sharp the sword is, it must be sheathed.

After a short silence, the Gandharva laughed: "I have kept this story in my heart for many years, and I really want to tell it."

"Why did you choose me to be the audience?" Zhang Ruochen said in a low voice.

Gandharva said: "Because there is no cause and effect on you, I can't see your past, nor can I see your future."

"What does this mean?"

"Either you are the ancestor! Or, you will become the ancestor in the future. The cause and effect was cut off by yourself!"

"I didn't know that I was so great. Since I am so great, why should I have to humiliate myself and listen to the old stories of a lonely old man?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Meng Huang'e was shocked, who would have thought that Zhang Ruochen would dare to offend the Gandharva like this?

Do you really think that the old man in front of you has a good temper?

If you anger a Gandharva, your end will definitely be worse than Yuanqiu.

"Wow!"

In an instant, Zhang Ruochen jumped up from his seat, his body upright, his whole body shrouded in the energy of life and death, and the human head tower raised above his head.

"Boom!"

The head tower suddenly fell down and hit the first table on the right side of the lobby.

It is the one with the fourth Confucian Patriarch's brush suspended in the air.

The head building is still five feet high from the table, and is blocked by an invisible wall.

The wall erupted with a blazing divine light.

Just like hitting the divine wall of heaven and earth, no matter how much force Zhang Ruochen used, the shock came back. His arms were numb with pain, and he flew backwards.

He was going all out just now.

Like giving myself a punch.

While flying upside down, Zhang Ruochen saw the real scene in the hotel lobby clearly.

There was a circle of light around the table.

It was this fiery light shield that blocked Zhang Ruochen's full blow and knocked him away.

inside the mask.

The real bodies of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch and the Gandharva sit opposite each other.

The Fourth Confucian Patriarch was sitting with his back to the gate, holding a paintbrush and not moving at all. The Confucian shirt on his body looks like it is made of iron, and his hair looks like steel needles.

The real form of Gandharva opposite him made strange mudras with his hands.

Place your palms outward on your chest.

A circular time stamp floated in front of the palm.

Zhang Ruochen has transcendent achievements in the way of time, so he can recognize it at a glance as an "absolute self-time master seal".

The scene before his eyes is enough to shock any Immortal Infinite, Celestial-level, or Half-Ancestor in the world.

It stands to reason that only by mastering more than 50% of the secrets of time and reaching the realm of half-ancestor can one have the opportunity to display the "Absolute Self-Time Master Seal".

This is one of the ultimate magical powers of time!

However, Gandharva did not master more than 50% of the secrets of time. Instead, he used his mental power and his own perception of time to condense such a time mark.

This is more terrifying than the half-ancestor who masters 50% of the secrets of time.

Of course, the Gandharva's absolute self-time mastery seal only covers a foot of land, just surrounding the first table on the right side of the lobby.

It is far from reaching the point of controlling the time of heaven and earth.

With this move, he used the power of time to immobilize the Fourth Confucian Patriarch.

The Fourth Confucian Ancestor is an existence that can trap the ancient **** Panyuan who has reached the semi-ancestral state with a painting. He was so pressed by the time mark that he could not move at this moment, which was definitely the second shock.

Of course, if the Gandharva wants to maintain his mark, he cannot do anything else.

She relied on her unfathomable mental power to cover up the true scene in the lobby, so that no one could see the true form of her duel with the Fourth Confucian Patriarch.

Fortunately, the Fourth Confucian Patriarch was powerful enough to project the brush, otherwise Zhang Ruochen would not be able to see through the clues.

The existence of high-level fighting skills is like opening up a new dimension. The low-level monks can't notice any fluctuations even if they are right next to them.

Zhang Ruochen noticed it and saw through it, so he didn't want to listen to the story told by the Gandharva's clone, thinking that she was stalling for time.

After decisively taking action, he used the human head to reveal the true scene in the inn lobby.

Inside the light shield, in addition to the Gandharvas and the Fourth Confucian Patriarch sitting opposite each other, there are also Soul Mother sitting on the right side of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch, and Prajna sitting on the left side of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch.

Prajna is affected by the power of time, like a delicate and beautiful sculpture.

The Soul Mother, who was wearing a purple gauze bamboo hat, pointed at the fourth Confucian Patriarch. Although the finger moves very slowly, too slowly to be noticed, it keeps getting closer to the forehead of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch.

The Absolute Self-Time Mastery Seal mainly targets the Fourth Confucian Ancestor, and she is relatively less affected.

Without external intervention, the Fourth Confucian Patriarch would definitely die here today.

He is also fighting for his life, projecting a paintbrush to attract Zhang Ruochen's attention. He was also trying his best to release his power, forcing Gandharva to suppress him for a stronger time.

Stronger time power means that Soul Mother's speed will be slower.

The Fourth Confucian Patriarch was stalling for time, waiting for changes.

This time may be several days, or even dozens of days.

If a few days or dozens of days could determine the life or death of a top half-ancestor, it would be extremely fast!

Everything happened between lightning and flint. Zhang Ruochen, who was knocked out, landed just a few steps away from the door and stood still.

The light mask covering the first table on the right flashed away, and all the images disappeared, including the previously suspended paintbrush.

In the lobby, there were only Zhang Ruochen, the Gandharva clone, and Meng Huang'e who quietly appeared at the door and blocked his retreat.

Zhang Ruochen locked his eyes on the Gandharva clone and said, "I am now interested in your story again!"

The Gandharva standing in the center of the lobby walked towards Zhang Ruochen step by step and said, "But the old woman is not interested in talking anymore! Your cultivation strength is far weaker than I expected, so you are not qualified to listen."

Zhang Ruochen said: "The Fourth Confucian Patriarch can project a paintbrush, which shows that your spiritual power~www.wuxiaspot.com~ has not yet reached the point where you can suppress him firmly. Now, separate a clone to deal with Pindao, It’s even more unstable over there! Why bother?”

Gandharva said: "Do you think I need to use a lot of strength?"

Zhang Ruochen said extremely seriously: "Even if Qingshan is your territory, you will never be able to keep Pindao with just one clone."

"What if you add me?" Meng Huang'e said with a smile.

She has always been so youthful, with a smile always on her face. She has worked very hard to disguise it, and has been suppressing herself.

Zhang Ruochen was not surprised at all and said: "Miss Seventh is really charming when she smiles. I have been pretending to be gloomy during this period, which is hard for you!"

"When did you notice it?" Meng Huang'e asked.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The first time you entered the secret realm of Wangchuan!"

Meng Huang'e was still smiling, but her eyes were frozen!