God Emperor

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

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

The sky is dim.

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

Zhang Ruochen observed the inn and looked to the second floor. There should be real guest rooms. From right to left, there are eight doors. There are flower stands outside the doors, with wooden signs with human and ghost characters and numbers.

"Sit anywhere, don't be polite."

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

"Not for now."

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

I saw.

There was a foot-long white hair brush hanging on the table, with ink on the tip.

Only the tip of the brush was in contact with the table, as if someone was holding it up to make it vertical and suspended.

It was the brush of the fourth Confucian ancestor, and the aura would not be fake.

Zhang Ruochen quickly looked away and met Gandharva's eyes. He was even more afraid and said, "I heard that there is a group called Gandharvas among the Eight Tribes. I wonder if you were born in this group?"

"Not really!"

Gandharva shook her head.

But she quickly added, "But the entire Gandharvas respect me as the leader. Sit down, why are you so reserved? Are you afraid that this old woman will eat you?"

Zhang Ruochen laughed heartily but awkwardly, and sat down at the second table on the right, holding the human head banner in his hand, saying, "The Eight Tribes are really full of masters. Do you know who I am?"

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

Zhang Ruochen asked, "So what's important? I think there 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 the stone mill and ground into fertilizer for the flowers of Qingshan."

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

Yuan Qiu's screams and pleas came from outside, which were extremely heartbreaking.

Ordinary pain would never make a great free and infinite person so unbearable.

This is grinding away all spirits and souls!

The stone mill outside the inn can kill gods.

Tantra Ksitigarbha walked in from outside, feeling very reluctant, with anger in his eyes, and said: "What did he do wrong? Why did you treat him like this?"

Gandharva finally moved her eyes away from Zhang Ruochen and looked at Tantra Ksitigarbha. Her friendly and kind smile became a little ferocious and weird, saying: "A traitor deserves to die. It is his great merit to use his blood to water the seedlings of my Love Mountain. Do you know which two types of people I hate the most?"

"Traitor?" Tantra Ksitigarbha said.

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

"Wow!"

Gandharva did not see any movement, any spirit or rules released, but Tantra Ksitigarbha flew backwards and collided heavily with the millstone outside the inn.

Countless blood-red inscriptions appeared on the millstone, dissolving the impact force.

Slumped on the ground, Tantra Ksitigarbha had more than half of the Buddha bone in his body broken. It was like 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 crushed, it will be your turn." Gandharva said.

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

With just a glance, he defeated an immortal and immeasurable peak being and made him lose his fighting power.

Even if Tantra Ksitigarbha's consciousness and Buddha soul were incomplete and his fighting power declined seriously, he should not be so useless.

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

Gandharva ignored her, and when he looked at Zhang Ruochen again, he resumed his friendly and approachable appearance and said, "Are you interested in listening to a story?"

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

Gandharva said, "No one can refuse me."

"I want to try."

Zhang Ruochen stroked the heads on the head tower with his fingers, and his eyes gradually became sharp, without any warmth and gentleness before.

When a person with strong strength and bad temper is unusually friendly to you, you should be alert!

Meng Huang'e, who had been observing Zhang Ruochen, was like discovering something new and extraordinary, and her eyes lit up.

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

Among the cultivators Meng Huang'e had seen, there might be some with higher cultivation than him, but their temperament was deep and deep, like a bottomless pool. There might be some who were tougher and fiercer than him, but they were just baring their teeth and claws, and they were not a big deal.

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

"Is it finally time to show the real strength?" Meng Huang'e was looking forward to it, but she was not afraid.

Because this is the Love Mountain Inn!

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

After a short silence, 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 as your audience?" Zhang Ruochen asked in a low voice.

Gandharva said: "Because there is no cause and effect in you, I can't see your past or your future."

"What does this mean?"

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

"I didn't even 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 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 true forms 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 mark of time is suspended 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 mysteries 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 an area of ​​one foot, and just covers 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 god 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 is constantly 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 outside 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 away, 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 strength has not yet reached the point where you can suppress him stably. Now, if you separate a clone to deal with Pindao, it will be even more unstable. Yes! 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. In order to disguise it, she worked extremely hard and kept suppressing herself.

Zhang Ruochen was not surprised at all, and said: "Miss Seventh is really charming when she smiles. It's hard for you to pretend to be gloomy during this period!"

"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!