Chapter 419 Ghost King?
After Jiang Wan left, Jiang Shouzhong walked towards the fifth prince.
At this time, the fifth prince looked pale. When he saw Jiang Shouzhong walking towards him, he grabbed Pucha Xiaohua in a panic and put the long knife across the woman's slender neck: "Don't come here!"
Jiang Shouzhong was speechless.
Will this threat work for me?
Perhaps realizing that Jiang Shouzhong didn't care about Pucha Xiaohua at all, the fifth prince quickly changed his tone and said in a deep voice:
"I am the fifth prince of Nanjin Kingdom and the future emperor. We can cooperate. I can give you whatever you want. As long as you can promise to let me go, any conditions are easy to negotiate."
"Where are those Jianghu monks who were captured by you?"
Jiang Shouzhong asked.
The fifth prince responded quickly: "They are in this tower. As long as you let me go, I will tell you the specific location-"
"Poof!"
However, before he could finish his words, a flying sword shot out and passed through his throat.
The fifth prince looked in disbelief and slowly fell backwards.
Jiang Shouzhong put away the flying sword, wiped the blood on the blade, and muttered: "It's already this time, and if you still make terms with me, you've got your brain kicked by a donkey."
He walked up to Pucha Xiaohua and looked at the woman condescendingly, with some scrutiny in his eyes.
Pucha Xiaohua looked sad: "I didn't expect that he taught you boxing skills. It seems that he really doesn't care about life or death."
Jiang Shouzhong said in a cold tone: "Tell me, where are the arrested monks? You must know where they are being held."
Pucha Xiaohua laughed at herself: "If I tell you, you won't let me go."
"That's right."
Jiang Shouzhong nodded noncommittally.
He squatted down and took out an exquisite jade hairpin flying sword in his hand, and patted the opponent's cheek gently:
"But at least I can give you a good time. You must understand that once a woman becomes a prisoner, her weaknesses will be infinitely magnified, and the sin she will suffer will be unbearable."
The cold blade slowly moved down, and finally landed on the undulations.
Pucha Xiaohua smiled lightly and said: "I thought you, Young Master Jiang, would be very sympathetic to her."
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman groaned.
I saw that the sharp sword tip had penetrated into the skin, denting bit by bit, and bright red blood seeped out.
Jiang Shouzhong had no expression on his face and slowly turned the hilt of his sword.
Cold sweat broke out on the woman's forehead.
No matter how beautiful he was, Jiang Shouzhong would not show any mercy to such a ruthless person who was trying to harm his adoptive father.
Pucha Xiaohua's face became paler. She bit her lips and said with difficulty:
"I...I can take you there myself."
"Okay."
Jiang Shouzhong put away the flying sword and neatly untied the ropes tied to the opponent's body.
Pucha Xiaohua did not expect that the other party would be so cheerful. Her eyes were full of surprise and she looked straight at the man in front of her: "Aren't you afraid that I will take the opportunity to run away?"
"You can try." Jiang Shouzhong shrugged.
Recalling the situation when Jiang Shouzhong defeated the Immortal just now, a bitter smile appeared on Pucha Xiaohua's face, and she looked at the fifth prince who was still staring at the ground with a bit of unwillingness in his eyes:
"If that immortal hadn't betrayed me and allowed me to absorb the royal luck from him, you might not be my opponent."
"You can take advantage of the heat now."
Jiang Shouzhong said.
Pucha Xiaohua was so choked that she couldn't speak. She was too lazy to open her mouth to argue. She just turned around silently and led Jiang Shouzhong to a wall.
She stretched out her hand and tapped the wall three times rhythmically.
Amid the rumble, a secret door slowly opened.
Pucha Xiaohua took the lead and walked in, followed closely by Jiang Shouzhong.
After entering, Pucha Xiaohua walked to another place on the ground and stamped her feet hard twice.
The floor beneath their feet began to tremble, and then slowly sank, sinking about three feet before stopping.
A huge abandoned dungeon suddenly appeared in front of him.
The light inside the dungeon is dim, and many people can be vaguely seen being imprisoned here.
After a brief inspection, it was discovered that the cells on the left were inhabited by the monks who came to attend the wedding banquet.
Some looked angry, others despairing.
The cells on the right are holding some soldiers.
Most of these soldiers were dejected, and their bodies still bore some scars from the fight.
Pucha Xiaohua said slowly: "The fifth prince has suffered successive defeats in the war recently. In order to expand his troops, he began to arrest strong men on a large scale. But how could those who were forcibly captured be willing to sacrifice their lives for him, so many deserters appeared.
The fifth prince imprisoned all these deserters here for experiments, trying to imitate the legendary snow-covered magic weapon to turn the tide of the war. ”
"Brother Jiang!?"
At this moment, a surprised shout suddenly came from the cell.
It is precisely the non-returning monk.
Taoist Wulang next to him was also shocked. He didn't expect to see Jiang Shouzhong here.
Others had different expressions.
There was doubt, vigilance, and anger.
They thought Jiang Shouzhong and the people who arrested them were on the same team.
Jiang Shouzhong drove the flying sword, opened the cell doors on both sides, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, I have dealt with the enemies outside, you can go out."
Everyone froze on the spot, looking at each other.
It was Taoist Wulang who was the first to react from his dazed state. He quickly turned around and said loudly to the others who were still in shock:
"Everyone, this Brother Jiang is my good friend. His cultivation level is extremely high. We are saved! We are saved!"
After hearing this, everyone's tense expressions gradually relaxed and they showed joy.
Wulang Taoist priest ran to Jiang Shouzhong and said with a smile:
"I knew Brother Jiang that you would come to save us. By the way, where is Miss Xiaoyi? Why isn't she with you?"
"She's outside."
Jiang Shouzhong replied casually, and then turned his eyes to the imprisoned soldiers, "You are free now. Those who want to go home can go home, and those who want to avenge the fifth prince can also come to me. How you go is up to you."
Now that the fifth prince is dead, no one will force you to fight. Of course, what will happen if other princes fight in the future depends on your luck. ”
The soldiers originally thought they were dead and had never expected to be saved suddenly. They were overjoyed and thanked Jiang Shouzhong one after another.
Jiang Shouzhong suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, is there anyone named Guan Dayong among you?"
A rough man walked out of the crowd.
He looked at Jiang Shouzhong with confusion on his face and said angrily: "Great hero, I am Guan Dayong. I wonder why the hero wants me?"
"Is your wife's surname Pang and she has a son named Xiaohu?"
Jiang Shouzhong looked at him and asked.
When the big man heard this, his eyes were full of surprise and confusion, and he asked eagerly: "My hero, you...how do you know this?"
Really alive.
Jiang Shouzhong felt a little emotional about the wonder of fate.
He asked the big man some things about the village one after another. After confirming that it was Pang's husband, he smiled and said: "Your wife saved me, and now that I have saved you, I have repaid the favor."
"Thank you, hero! Thank you, hero!"
The big man was very excited.
Pucha Xiaohua beside Jiang Shouzhong suddenly retched. She clutched her abdomen with both hands, a look of pain on her face.
Jiang Shouzhong frowned: "Are you having morning sickness?"
However, before she finished speaking, Pucha Xiaohua actually vomited something like black ink.
At almost the same moment, everyone else in Zhou began to vomit.
Jiang Shouzhong suddenly realized that the situation was not good, made a decisive decision and backed away suddenly.
The moment his feet left the spot, a strange long knife made of skulls fell straight down and pierced into the ground with a "pop" sound.
The black ink vomited by everyone spread on the ground and quickly bonded to each other as if it were alive. In the blink of an eye, a sea of black ink formed on the ground.
Those who vomited were stuck tightly to the sea of ink and could not move.
The body can only sway gently with the fluctuation of the ink sea like water plants in the river.
At this time, Pucha Xiaohua's whole body was tightly wrapped with wisps of ink, and her whole body rose into the air. Her body was soaked and wrapped in ink, and finally turned into an ink-colored human figure exuding a cold aura.
The skull knife stuck on the ground rose up with a "whoosh" and fell steadily into the hands of the ink-colored humanoid.
"The sky sends murderous intentions, and the stars change their places; the earth sends murderous intentions, and dragons and snakes rise from the ground; people send murderous intentions, and the heaven and earth turn upside down..."
The dull voice seemed to drift out from the Jiuyou underworld, with a bit of vicissitudes and gloom.
Jiang Shouzhong frowned, looking at the sudden appearance of the monster, full of doubts in his heart.
This guy came out of nowhere.
Judging from the powerful coercion exuded by the other party, his cultivation level is not lower than that of the Ascension Realm.
Suddenly, a name flashed through Jiang Shouzhong's mind like lightning.
Ghost King! ?
Jiang Shou was shocked.
Wasn't this guy killed by Heaven?
Before Jiang Shouzhong could think about it, the Ghost King was already filled with murderous intent and lunged at him with a knife. Strings of thin ink lines erupted from his body, like poisonous snakes that choose people to eat, filled with chilling murderous intent.
Jiang Shouzhong did not dare to be careless, and activated the yin and yang flying sword in his body, and at the same time blessed his body with the Divine Tribulation Armor.
With his nimble, light and extremely quick movements, he dodged left and right, skillfully avoiding the layers of airtight deadly murderous intent.
The two yin and yang flying swords intertwined with each other in the air, forming a huge Tai Chi pattern in an instant.
The Tai Chi Diagram flashed with black and white light, shrouding it directly towards the Ghost King.
The Ghost King's dull and deep voice sounded faintly again: "Yin and Yang are invisible, and the way of heaven is unfair. There is no right or wrong!"
Wow!
The sea of ink surged up, sweeping up the Tai Chi pattern and wrapping it.
The two flying swords trapped in the sea of ink suddenly buzzed, as if bound by an invisible force.
The ink fell like a downpour, splashing circles on the ground.
The people who had been rescued by Jiang Shouzhong were now trapped in these circles.
Their bodies and even their heads were completely submerged in the ink, and they could only stretch out their hands to struggle desperately in the ink. Looking from a distance, it looked like a scene from Abi Hell.
"Heaven Punishment Wheel Heart Fist!"
Jiang Shouzhong borrowed the power of the Divine Tribulation Armor to leap high.
Immediately, he put away the divine armor in mid-air, and his fists suddenly rose, like thunder, and thundered down directly towards the ghost king's head.
The ink energy around the Ghost King's body collapsed into waves of ink as if it had been struck by thunder.
Pucha Xiaohua's body was revealed, as if it had been crushed by an invisible force, and it collapsed inward rapidly. His face was distorted like an evil ghost, and his whole body curled up into a black sphere.
Then there was a loud bang and exploded suddenly.
Jiang Shouzhong was knocked away.
When he landed on the sea of ink, he saw countless hands under the sea of ink, like the claws of evil spirits, grabbing hard at his feet, as if they wanted to drag him into endless purgatory.
"My heart is drawn to the mysterious world, and my body is boundless..."
In the sea of ink, several more people slowly floated up, entangled in ink, and then combined and pieced together each other. In an instant, they turned into a huge human figure, with a sound like thunder, "Reverse the order of yin and yang, and find the eternal life in the secret." Path! ”
The giant raised his hand and slapped Jiang Shouzhong.
"Flying sword!"
Jiang Shouzhong concentrated his energy and urged the four flying swords to shoot out quickly.
With one finger of the sword technique, the four swords seemed to be connected and instantly merged into one giant sword.
"Cut!"
Jiang Shouzhong's tongue burst with spring thunder, and his giant sword moved in response, dragging out a dazzling cold light that penetrated the Ghost King's huge body like an electric bolt.
The sprayed ink was like a downpour of black rain, falling into the sea of ink. The entire sea of ink was like a ignited oil cauldron, boiling non-stop.
"The way of heaven is elusive, and those who understand it are few and far between. Only by uncovering the illusion can you realize the extreme state of the way of ghosts!"
The ghost king's voice is like a ghost's cry.
The next moment, countless people trapped in the sea of ink were like marionettes, rising slowly.
Their whole bodies were soaked in ink, and the ink seemed to be alive, meandering along their bodies, transforming them all into ferocious ghost kings.
The ghostly atmosphere makes this area look like the underworld.
"Seven kills!"
Jiang Shouzhong's eyes were as bright as lightning and he drew his sword out of its sheath.
The blade glowed with blood, as if it was stained by the resentment of thousands of wronged souls, condensing into a circle of majestic sword light like a blood waterfall, dragging a perfect arc.
The ink on everyone's bodies cracked and dissipated, turning into wisps of black smoke.
Jiang Shouzhong held his breath and closed his eyes.
The spiritual consciousness spread quietly and carefully explored the ghost realm of the ink sea, trying to sense the true location of the ghost king.
In an instant, Jiang Shouzhong's eyes suddenly opened.
"Burning Sky Fist!"
I saw the void above twisting and deforming rapidly, and a huge blazing fist suddenly appeared out of thin air.
The fist glowed with red flames, and the surrounding air crackled with heat.
But this fist was aimed at himself.
Just when his fist was about to reach the top, a black shadow suddenly appeared above Jiang Shouzhong's head.
"Boy, you have courage!"
The black shadow turned into a wisp of smoke, wrapped around Jiang Shouzhong's body, and then with a sudden tug, Jiang Shouzhong was pulled directly into the air like a kite with its string broken.
When Jiang Shouzhong's feet landed on the ground again, he was surprised to find that he was in an empty hall.
The dome of the main hall is extremely high, like an inverted sky.
The walls are made of huge stones, and there is a faint light shining between the cracks in the stones.
Beside him, a stooped and thin middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, staring directly at Jiang Shouzhong, with a trace of amusement and scrutiny in his eyes.
"Boy, I am a ghost cultivator. Even the yin and yang eyes cannot see my true body. If you can find where I am at this moment, I will give you a chance."
The middle-aged man's voice was as loud as a bell, and his words echoed in the hall. It was unclear from which direction they came.
Jiang Shouzhong slapped the opponent on the head: "Aren't you here?"
The hall fell into dead silence.
The atmosphere is also a bit awkward.
The middle-aged man was confused for a moment and said dumbfounded: "Can you see me?"
(End of chapter)