Lord of the Divine Show

A hill.

The void opened an invisible door, and two figures emerged.

"Is this the magical power of the void? It is indeed strange and unpredictable, and its power is amazing. Unfortunately... I have no hope of a path in this life..."

A look of intense regret and regret appeared on Lu Huolong's face.

As a monk, he already felt that his death was approaching.

But the person he saw before he died was this unfathomable Master Shenxiu.

"You seem to have something to say?"

Zhong Shenxiu asked calmly.

"I want to ask senior to do something. Ahem..." Lu Huolong coughed up blood and took out a small dagger-like sword from his arms.

The sword seemed to be made of iron, and was pitch black and inconspicuous. The sword was no more than a foot long. The double blades were unopened and there was no scabbard.

There is a lot of rust on the sword body, which is mottled, as if it is an ancient relic.

"Senior, please send this sword to Luozhou for inspection. I also know that this matter is difficult. I just hope that if senior has time in the future and happens to be in Luozhou, he can do this for me."

Luozhou is located on the border of the Second Yanhan Empire. It is the first stop when entering Central China from the Fufeng Protectorate.

At that time, the First Empire of Yanhan was destroyed and a large number of foreign races invaded. The Hastings County was just an inconspicuous one among them. Luozhou was also the hardest-hit area. In that area, almost fifteen or six different small countries emerged. Later, they were attacked and destroyed one by one by the Second Yanhan Empire. They returned to their hometowns and established systems.

Lu Huolong knelt on one knee and presented the rusty sword with both hands.

Zhong Shenxiu did not reach out to take it, but asked: "Why should I help you?"

"It's a matter of friendship to help, but it's a duty not to help." Lu Huolong forced a smile: "I'm just taking a gamble."

"Ha ha."

Zhong Shenxiu laughed: "As long as I don't regret it, I agree."

When I reached out and took the iron sword, I felt something different.

But if you look closely, you can't see anything. There may be some secrets hidden.

Zhong Shenxiu really didn't have any intention of asking the question to the end. He just watched Lu Huolong's dying breath quietly.

This rare swordsman ended up like this because he offended the powerful.

"I still have a secret. If you want to tell your seniors, let's take it as reward."

Suddenly, Lu Huolong, whose face had turned black, said: "This time... my trip to the Poison Dragon Cave has been completely planned. Venerable Poison Dragon is not in the Poison Dragon Cave. Otherwise, with his magical sword-controlling ability, I would not dare to approach him at all. Every bit..."

Gangsha realm monks can only fly swords in a hundred steps. They are considered swordsmen and swordsmen in the world, but in the eyes of real practitioners, they are still too immature.

Only when you reach the realm of magical power and use your magical power to control a sword can you truly become a swordsman!

Lu Huolong's face turned gloomy: "In the Poison Dragon Cave, there is not only Venerable Poison Dragon... there is also a hidden one, the Dragon Tiger Master Zhang Taiyi... If I hadn't discovered this secret, how could I have been ruined by a few poisonous snakes... …I…I…who have I worked so hard all my life for? The long sword has not been wiped clean with wind and frost…”

He struggled, exhaled his last long breath, and passed away.

Watching this scene, Zhong Shenxiu suddenly stretched out his hand and asked the headless Earl to come out and dig a hole for Lu Huolong to bury.

This man was somewhat heroic, and Zhong Shenxiu was prepared to give him a better treatment. He would not have to be exposed in the wilderness after his death, and naturally his soul would not be enslaved.

"But, Dragon Tiger Master Zhang Taiyi? This person's whereabouts are uncertain. It turns out that he got involved with Venerable Poison Dragon..."

Zhong Shenxiu touched his chin and suddenly felt that there was a lot to do here.

Whether you sell Zhang Taiyi to the imperial court, a skeleton scholar, or simply sell it twice, you can get huge profits.

"The key is... Lu Huolong, a mere gangsha monk, can he survive and escape when he sees Zhang Taiyi? This is probably a big trap..."

Zhong Shenxiu felt that either Zhang Taiyi was not in the right state, or Poison Dragon Cave was simply a trap!

Otherwise, Lu Huolong's escape would be too much of a coincidence.

However, he doesn't care about this. Anyway, he just needs to find a suitable opportunity to report, and the Protectorate will naturally find a way for him.

Maybe we can take the opportunity to test out the secret of the elixir that the Bone Scholar said.

Zhong Shenxiu looked at the newly established tomb and suddenly felt depressed and wanted to kill two people to relax.

He took one step forward, and the world suddenly changed. An invisible door opened in the void, allowing him to come to a place.

Taoist Linghe was listening to the report from his subordinates when Master Shenxiu suddenly appeared and took away the news of Lu Huolong. His face was covered with a dark cloud: "Why is this casual cultivator related to a master of magical powers? This will cause trouble..."

Linghe originally just wanted to kill Lu Huolong casually to please the noble man.

At this time, he realized that the price was too high, and he was immediately ready to give up. Anyway, that Lu Huolong was already dead.

At this time, he saw a person walking out of the void in front of him. He was a handsome and handsome man. It was indeed Mr. Shenxiu.

"Senior Shenxiu..."

Taoist Linghe's heart sank, but a smile appeared on his face: "I don't know..."

"snort!"

Zhong Shenxiu snorted coldly and grabbed it casually.

The skins of Zhang Hezhi and Zhao Hu instantly turned extremely pale and lost all color.

The next moment, pale palms stretched out from their abdominal cavities.

"Master Shenxiu, we have no grievances or grudges. Do you want to be on the court's wanted list?"

Taoist Linghe's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he shouted loudly: "If these two people have offended you, then they deserve it. I, the Yunjian Sect, am not unreasonable..."

"hehe……"

Zhong Shenxiu didn't bother to say anything more to him and waved his hand.

The surging darkness filled the void, surging down like a tide.

He has long disliked this Taoist Linghe, and now it hits his hand, so what else is there to say?

Su Daozhi cannot kill Linghe, but Master Shenxiu has no such scruples!

Even if they are wanted, none of the magical masters wanted by the court, such as the Skeleton Scholar and others, are alive and well.

"ah!"

Taoist Linghe roared loudly, and a shadow of a white crane appeared behind him.

The white crane spread its wings, and its body suddenly became extremely huge. It let out a high-pitched crane cry, and many feathers shot out like arrows, like thousands of arrows fired in unison!

This is the white crane feather arrow, the Yang Gang method!

Normally, even an elite team would be easily slaughtered.

But at this time, many feathery white arrows pierced into the darkness and were silently melted, as if there were some terrifying monsters hidden in the boundless black tide.

Taoist Linghe never thought about rivaling the magical monks.

He issued this spell just to delay time.

At the moment when thousands of feather arrows attacked the darkness, a light flashed around him, and a huge paper crane appeared under his seat and was about to fly away.

But the next moment, he felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Two cold hands held his neck coldly, and the weight behind him suddenly increased.

It seemed that there was a corpse waiting behind him.

"This...is not the magic of our Yanhan Taoists!"

An idea emerged in his mind, and his consciousness sank into darkness...