Chapter 111: Hatred of injustice: Zhang Zhihe dies! [In the last two days, please vote for me! 】

"Raise an army for a thousand days, use it for a while."

"The Five Ghost Yin Soldiers have been raised by me for thirty-two years. It's time to help."

Chen Jichuan nursed back to health for three days. As soon as he regained his vitality, he performed the magic again and sacrificed five ghosts from five directions and ten directions. Taking advantage of the starry night, they rushed from the Three Realms Pass.

Three days.

Zhang Zhihe was plowed twice more, once using the 'soul-calming talisman' to resist, and once using the 'calming talisman'.

Easily survive.

But the 'soul-suppressing talisman' and 'the soul-calming talisman' are both top-notch talismans to defend against attacks by the soul.

Even though Zhang Zhihe is a Qi Refining cultivator, he is far away from the Xuanyou Sea and is inland. After decades, he only has a few qigongs on his body.

At this time, it has been exhausted, and today the evil method is coming again, Zhang Zhihe can only support himself.

"Hateful!"

Zhang Zhihe's face was gloomy, no longer as sarcastic and relaxed as he was three days ago.

This curse was far more vicious and difficult to deal with than he expected. Top-level talismans can only resist, but cannot completely resolve.

His special ability lies in refining and controlling corpses.

If there is a head-on fight with someone, eleven top-notch zombies will swarm forward, and the Qi-refining level will be besieged and killed by the zombies that are invulnerable to water and fire.

But the enemy hid and used spells to harm him. Zhang Zhihe really had nothing to do with him.

"Unless the person who cast the curse can be found."

Zhang Zhihe was in the palace, looking through the dossier on curses sent by the Demon Fu Division.

Whenever there is a hint of suspicion, someone will immediately notify the Demon Fu Division and send experts to arrest him.

At this moment: I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go!

Zhang Zhihe couldn't care less about his life safety.

Keep reading.

Zhang Zhihe's heart suddenly tightened and he secretly groaned: "Here we go again!"

Fold the desk with both hands.

Use the 'Concealment Technique' and 'Breathing Concentration Technique' with the intention of hiding your own breath so that it will not be detected by the spell.

But the 'Plowshare Curse' points directly to the soul and cannot be hidden at all.

The spell adds to the body.

The young man came to help the plow again. Zhang Zhihe gritted his teeth and looked at the young man. The young man's figure was hazy and his face was blurry, making it difficult to see clearly.

It can only be seen that he is a young man with disheveled hair. Other features, including his clothing, are not clear.

"Ah——"

Zhang Zhihe still wanted to take a closer look, but the iron plow was applied to him, tearing his soul apart. The pain made him unbearable and it was difficult to concentrate. He stopped looking at it at the moment and took out several more high-level 'soul-calming talismans' and 'calming talismans' from his sleeves, all of which blessed the soul.

boom!

But it was knocked away easily, all in vain.

"It hurts!"

Zhang Zhihe's veins popped out, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth to hold back. I don't know how long it took before the vicious spell subsided. Zhang Zhihe was exhausted and his face turned pale.

Support yourself and sit cross-legged to rest your mind.

It wasn't until dawn that he regained a little energy. Although his face was still pale, he was still much better than Chen Jichuan before.

"The fourth time."

Zhang Zhihe opened his eyes, feeling a little flustered.

As the curse occurred more and more times, he became more and more panicked, and the feeling of impending disaster became stronger and stronger, making it difficult for him to settle down.

But he was in the light and the enemy was in the dark, so he could only suffer the beatings.

This made Zhang Zhihe feel angry, anxious, angry and afraid.

"Keep checking!"

“I don’t believe I can’t find you!”

Zhang Zhihe continued to look through the files of the Fumo Division to find out the person behind the scenes.

What a pity.

Since Chen Jichuan came to Three Realms Pass and settled in Echo Valley, apart from using the 'tightening spell' to tame a group of flying eagles, he has never used any Taoist magic to harm anyone.

Echo Valley has always been famous for its 'sword skills' and 'external skills'.

Zhang Zhihe wanted to find out the person who secretly harmed him from the files recording the spells, but he was looking in the wrong direction.

Time passes.

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed.

This day.

Black clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it.

In the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, Zhang Zhihe's face was extremely pale and his expression was extremely depressed. He slumped down beside the desk and was unable to turn over the files on the desk.

As the saying goes: The King of Hell tells you to die at the third watch, but no one is allowed to stay until the fifth watch.

The same goes for the Plowshare Curse.

This curse is known as the "Seven-day Death Curse". Once the seven days pass and the curse is not broken, the person who has been cursed will die.

Zhang Zhihe maintained his cultivation for six days. By this last day, the fuel was almost exhausted.

"Hate!"

"I hate it!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, there was no trace of immortality, and his face was full of resentment and resentment.

What made him even more frustrated was that he didn't even know who to hate or blame.

"What a thief!"

All this hatred and resentment can only be directed at God.

In his early years, he practiced in Xuanyouhai. Due to his limited qualifications and understanding, he was not liked by his master, so he felt resentful.

When I went out for training, I was lucky enough to get a volume of "Corpse Control Technique" left by my predecessors, as well as the accompanying "Corpse Control Technique" and the "Elephant Armor Technique" and "Overlord Armor" practiced by corpse refining.

From then on he prospered.

Not only did he develop an invincible martial arts body, but he also searched for physically powerful monks, kidnapped them secretly, and turned them into puppets and corpses.

Once you succeed, you lose caution.

Coupled with the fact that there are many experts in Xuanyouhai Immortal Master, Zhang Zhihe’s behavior was eventually discovered.

He spent all the remaining corpses and barely managed to save his life.

Hiding in Tibet.

He actually became a Qi Refining Immortal Master.

But the enemy was too strong, and he was beaten and killed by many immortal sects. Even if he became a Qi Refining Immortal Master, he would not dare to stand out again. After much thought, he simply sailed ashore and came to Fan State.

Teach the "Elephant Armor Skill" to others.

When someone succeeds in cultivation, he secretly captures him and refines his corpse for his own use.

for decades.

Eleven top-notch corpses have been achieved, and I originally planned to set off to return to the Xuanyou Sea in the near future.

Find your former enemies and kill them one by one.

But seven or eight months ago, he suddenly heard the news that the disciples of Echo Valley defeated the master of Fan State, 'Li Da'.

Zhang Zhihe knew the strength of 'Li Da'. He had reached the ninth level of the "Elephant Armor Technique" and practiced horizontally. In terms of close combat, even tenth-level figures could hardly defeat him.

The disciples of Echo Valley actually defeated him in close combat.

This piqued Zhang Zhihe's interest, and he personally took action, captured the person, and refined him with secret techniques.

After it was refined, it was discovered that the corpse refiners and those who practiced "Elephant Armor Kung Fu" each had their own specialties. If he can learn from each other's strengths to offset his weaknesses, his corpse-refining power will be greatly increased.

Since he could only control eleven refined corpses at most, Zhang Zhihe certainly wanted to be perfect.

So I prepared to stay for a while longer.

Who would have guessed.

This stay will lead to disaster.

He was filled with resentment and regret in his heart. He kept cursing God and regretting why he had to stay!

Thinking like this.

Suddenly the wind picked up.

Wow!

The cool breeze brought a chill, blowing up the files on the table and on the floor. Most of these files are about curses, and a few are files accumulated before. They are all matters that Fan domestic and foreign countries or Zhang Zhihe himself is concerned about.

For example——

Zhang Zhihe was leaning on the desk, looking crazy. The wind blew by, making him wake up a little. His eyes flickered, and he suddenly saw a picture scroll being blown to his face.

He pushed it away casually.

I saw a young man painted above.

At a glance.

Zhang Zhihe felt like he was struck by lightning.

His hands were trembling, his bloodshot eyes were trembling, and his eyes seemed to be about to pop out. He stared at the scroll in his hand, where the young man was painted.

"It turns out to be you!"

Zhang Zhihe grabbed the scroll and murmured, suddenly out of breath——

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out on the scroll, making the portrait of the young man blurry.

Zhang Zhihe sprayed blood and painted without seeming to notice. His face alternated between anger, anger, and laughter. He was already crazy.

Struggling to stand up, he waved the bloody scroll in his hands and said with a big smile: "Okay! Okay! It turns out to be you!"

He laughed sadly and felt sad in his heart.

Under the threat of death, I searched hard for seven days but couldn't find it. Who would have thought that this person would be on his case, right next to him. It could have been found by casually flipping through it. I should have found this person long ago and killed him to break the spell.

But to this day——

"Too late!"

Zhang Zhihe knew that his time was running out and could sense that today was the time to flee.

I felt filled with regret.

"What a thief!"

I couldn't help but look up to the sky and scream, hating the injustice of the sky.

The sea is open to all rivers.

So is heaven.

Zhang Zhihe scolded God, but God did not respond to him. However, outside the hall, an old man in golden clothes ran in with great strides and asked in fear: "What are the instructions from the Imperial Master?"

The old man has never seen the national master be so out of his mind.

I felt panic in my heart.

"Instructions?"

Zhang Zhihe laughed miserably, threw the scroll in his hand to the old man, and said in a hoarse voice that sounded like crying and laughing: "Order all the masters of the Demon Subduing Division to come out, rush to the Three Realms Pass, and destroy the Echo Valley!"

"This——"

The old man picked up the scroll from the ground and saw that the young man on it was covered in blood, but the row of small characters next to the portrait was still clear.

Look carefully.

I saw the letter "Chen Jichuan in Echo Valley of Three Realms Pass".

There was some hesitation for a moment.

The Three Realms Pass is two thousand miles away, and the Echo Valley is among the mountains, making it difficult to find.

All the masters of Fu Mo Division are going out to attack the gate of Echo Valley?

This is unrealistic!

"What is this?!"

"Go!"

"Go quickly! Whoever dares not to go, I will kill him from all nine tribes!"

Zhang Zhihe has lost his mind and is acting crazy.

"Yes!"

"Old slave, go and deliver the order now!"

When the old man saw this, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything. He quickly resigned and hurried out of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.

In the palace.

Zhang Zhihe smiled grimly: "So what if you die? Even if you die, I want you to be buried with me!"

Smile and smile.

His expression suddenly changed again, becoming hideous and painful.

This is the ‘Plowshare Curse’ again.

The seventh day.

The seventh time.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Zhang Zhihe could no longer endure the pain. He first fell to the ground, then rolled over and screamed. The sound was miserable, creepy and shuddering.

at night.

There are ghosts crying and wolves howling in the Imperial Prefect's Mansion.

When Zhang Zhihe fell to the ground——

Woohoo~

Five ghosts from five directions and ten directions came out at the same time. Each one of them was far more ferocious and terrifying than Zhang Zhihe. They rushed towards Zhang Zhihe like hungry wolves pouncing on food.

It passes through the body again and again, and is torn apart and eaten again and again.

"Death!"

"Everyone must die!"

Zhang Zhihe jumped up fiercely, and a flurry of magic spells flew around. Even if the oil ran out and the lamp ran dry, he still killed half of the five ghosts.

But the plowshare curse was added to the body, and five ghosts gnawed at it.

After all, Zhang Zhihe couldn't survive. The hall collapsed due to a Taoist attack, and the beams fell, smashing his head and bleeding, and he fell to the ground.

Looking carefully, Zhang Zhihe's eyes were wide open, his orifices were bleeding, and he was dead.

A generation of immortal masters.

This is the end of it.

……

Dafan Huangtong reigned for seven years.

Daying Tiande five years.

Chen Jichuan, the founder of Huiyin Valley in the Three Realms Pass, heard that demons were causing harm to Chao Gang and the world. He took action in anger, and broke into the Imperial Prefect's Mansion in Dadu with one man and one sword. He killed Zhang Zhihe, the demon slayer, and destroyed all the ghosts he had raised. Dozens of sword energy destroyed the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion and destroyed his lair.

Then he drifted away.

Dafan sent the prince to the Three Realms Pass in person to apologize and make amends.

To Echo Valley.

I saw forty-two eagles spreading their wings, soaring into the sky, and disappearing without a trace.

A disciple of Echo Valley said that the founder rode an eagle and went overseas to find immortals and ask questions.

The prince felt deeply regretful that he never saw his ancestor.

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