Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know - Chapter 42: Military encounter (1/2)

For Wen Ren’e, exchange is impossible, not to mention this life, not to mention the past life and the next life. He only needs to make sure that “The World-Destroying God (Volume 3)” is in the hands of the Master of Purple Spirit Pavilion. As for where it is, whether it is true or false, and whether the other party is willing to take it out, it doesn’t matter. He will definitely take it out anyway. 78 Chinese first release m.

So Wen Ren’e naturally spread his hands and said, “In that case, show me the third volume.”

“What? Hahahahaha, that’s ridiculous!” The master of Ziling Pavilion shook his head and said to Wenren, “Zhongli Kuang, you really deserve this name! Do you know who you are facing!”

After saying that, the other party raised his hands, with a pair of golden bells tied around his wrists. The master of Ziling Pavilion shook the bells slightly, and the crisp ringing sound was accompanied by terrifying real energy and sound waves. The surrounding formations also buzzed, and the spiritual stones placed in the four corners of the room to maintain the formations were engraved with patterns unique to Ziling Pavilion. The patterns were stimulated by sound waves to generate terrifying power, and countless golden formations appeared in the void. Wenren was trapped in it.

The master of Ziling Pavilion exerted a little force on his wrist, and the golden formations tightened tightly, tightly wrapping around Wen Ren’e. This is a double attack on the body and the soul. He had set up the formation before “Zhongli Kuang” entered the door, even though “Zhongli Kuang” had used the first volume in the past few decades to obtain the heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the world of cultivation and was promoted to the peak of the Mahayana stage. , it’s just the level of the cultivation world. The formation he studied from the third volume is a divine formation. Even if he cannot use the full power of the divine formation with his skill, he can trap an immortal as long as he is prepared!

“Zhongli Kuang, you and I have no conflict of interest. I just want to take a look at the first volume. Why bother holding on?” The master of Ziling Pavilion saw that “Zhongli Kuang” was completely trapped by the golden pattern, and his sleeves fell. Blocking the golden bell on his wrist, he said confidently.

“I’m not holding on,” Wen Ren’e said leisurely in the center of the formation, “I’m thinking about a difficult thing.”

“I am?” The Master of Purple Spirit Pavilion frowned. This self-proclaimed name reminded him of unpleasant memories, but it doesn’t matter. Even if he really meets that person today, he will no longer be afraid. “You dare to call yourself this person?” ?”

Wen Ren’e put away the book and sighed: “Since you started, I have been thinking about how to capture you without alerting others. My technique is too powerful and it is really troublesome.”

“What a strong tone!” Although the master of Ziling Pavilion insisted, he still showed his golden bell and looked at “Zhongli Kuang” warily, worried that he really got some secret skills from the first volume.

“I really don’t want to expose my whereabouts, but…since I know why you changed from female to male, it probably doesn’t matter if you reveal your identity.”

Wen Ren’e stood up slowly, his robes moving automatically without the wind. The scholar’s elegant clothes turned into his black robe with gold patterns, and at the same time, a halberd of the same color appeared in his palm.

“You are not Zhongli Kuang, you are Wen Renhe!” the master of Ziling Pavilion said in shock, his pupils narrowed slightly, as if he remembered some painful experience.

“Forty-two years ago, I had a hundred-year agreement with you. I hope that in a hundred years you will be able to fight with me.” Wen Ren’e said with a smile, “Now it seems that even if we give you another thousand years, it will only be like this. I don’t have the patience to wait.”

After saying that, the Seven Killing Halberd burst out with dazzling light, and the power of the stars in the sky caused the entire Taiyin Mountain to shake.

“What’s going on?” The people from the Shangqing Sect who were discussing important matters around Baili Qingmiao’s room felt the vibration under their feet and couldn’t help but ask.

“Is the underground fire about to erupt?” Yao Wendan asked doubtfully.

At this time, Qiu Congxue’s body reaction was faster than her brain. She immediately picked up Suhuai in one hand and Baili Qingmiao in the other, and shouted: “Run quickly, the further away from Taiyin Mountain, the better!”

This sentence is not a reminder to everyone in the Shangqing Sect, but a reminder to Zhong Liqian.

Zhong Liqian had vaguely guessed what was going on since the earthquake started. When he heard Qiu Congxue’s voice, he did not hesitate and followed her away decisively.

From the earthquake to Qiu Congxue and Zhong Liqian escaping from the room to the sudden shattering of the Wuchen Bell in Ziling Pavilion, it was only a moment. The Wuchen Bell shattered and the mountain-protecting formation of Ziling Pavilion was cracked. Everyone had no formation to suppress them. Can fly. Qiu Congxue and Zhong Liqian did not hesitate and flew directly to an altitude of nearly a thousand meters before stopping.

“Master, what happened?” Su Huai, who had never seen Wenren’e before, asked in a panic.

Qiu Congxue put down Su Huai and Baili Qingmiao and said in a cold voice: “You can tell by looking at the sky. I only saw such a celestial phenomenon thirty-one years ago.”

Su Huai looked up at the sky, only to feel that the sky was dark and dark, and the stars in the sky were dim and dull. There were only two stars that were as bright as the bright moon, namely Qisha and Pojun.

Thirty-one years ago, during the war between good and evil, at the last moment of the battle between Wen Ren’e and twenty-one masters, the Seven Killing Stars in the sky were extremely dazzling.

With a “boom”, all the pavilions of Ziling Pavilion on the top of Taiyin Mountain collapsed, and the fire in the sky pit spewed thin. The temperature of the fire was so terrifying that cultivators below the stage of becoming gods would be wiped out if they got in contact with it. He Wenchao led several fellow disciples who were above the stage of becoming gods to rescue people in a panic, and in disgrace he rushed to meet Qiu Congxue and others before the ground fire struck.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the originally snow-capped Taiyin Mountain Peak was covered with magma. The fiery red liquid and the heat were so terrifying that it distorted the air, turning the Purple Spirit Pavilion into a purgatory on earth.

“What happened?” He Wenchao put his arm around Liu Xinye, who was frightened and crying, and asked in shock, “Why did the underground fire suddenly erupt? Where are the two fellow Taoists Zhongli Wenzun and Zhongliyin?”

Qiu Congxue glanced at him coldly, raised her finger slightly, and pointed at the center of the magma.

He Wen looked over and saw a man wearing a black robe with gold patterns, holding a halberd, standing on the lava, and behind him was a cold sword light.

At the moment when the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, everyone fled upwards. Only Yin Hanjiang braved the gushing fire to find his Majesty and confronted the Master of Ziling Pavilion.

“You, you guys, it’s you, it’s you!” The master of Ziling Pavilion pointed at the two of them, and the memory of being beaten to a state of complete disarray for forty-two years resurfaced.

It was as if the scene was reappearing, the ice and snow were still turning into a flaming hell, the halberd and the sword were still there, and it was still a crushing defeat.

“You are right in your guess. This book does belong to Zhongli Kuang,” Wen Ren’e said steadily, “Zhongli Kuang was killed by me, so his book will naturally belong to me, and so will you.”

Wen Ren’e pinched the arm of the master of Ziling Pavilion. Before he could resist, he felt a sharp pain in his arm. It was not just physical pain, but the pain of his soul being torn apart and melted. He used a burst of zhenqi to cut off his arm, but failed to stop the erosion of his soul. He could only endure the severe pain and forcefully cut his soul apart. He gasped and saw that his arm and part of his soul turned into a stream of blood and fell into Wen Ren’e’s hands.

A sweet scent of blood poured into Wenren’e’s nose. He stared at the blood floating on his palm, knowing that as long as he absorbed it, the real energy he had just consumed and his lost arm would be restored. After all, this was the soul of Sanxian.

Wen Ren’e looked at it for a while, smiled faintly, relaxed his hand slightly, and the bloody water fell down and disappeared into the lava.

The earthly fire absorbed the soul of the Master of Ziling Pavilion and emitted gray smoke. The Master of Ziling Pavilion looked at the smoke in the lava. Although there was no pain on his body anymore, his heart felt as if he was being burned. He seemed to be watching helplessly someone was going to kill him. His arms were roasted on the fire, and they made “sizzling” and “sizzling” sounds.

“You are a blood cultivator, why are you a blood cultivator!” asked the master of Ziling Pavilion.

He also wanted to ask some questions, but unfortunately Yin Hanjiang didn’t give him a chance to speak. The Pojun Sword was unstoppable, and the sword passed through the mouth of the master of Ziling Pavilion.

The emotionless gazes of the two people in the demonic path made the Master of Ziling Pavilion deeply realize that he had no right to quibble in front of these two people. If you hand over the book, you may save your life; if you don’t, you will die.

“You are very strong. There is probably no one in the whole world of cultivation who is stronger than Wen Ren’e. I admit this,” the master of Ziling Pavilion smiled miserably. His throat could no longer make a sound, so he could only speak to Wen Ren’e alone. , “But Demon Lord, you will die eventually, everyone will die, and only one person can survive. I still say the same thing, trade the first volume for the third volume!”

“Do you think that as long as you don’t surrender, I will take action and not dare to embarrass you?” Wenren’e said coldly, “You probably don’t know what the Demon Lord’s methods are, soul-catching, soul-searching, puppets, worms… Everything you need, Sect Leader Yin, take him back to Xuanyuan Sect!”

Yin Hanjiang picked up the dying Master of Ziling Pavilion and was about to leave, when He Wenchao rushed up and said without knowing his own strength: “Who are you? What are you going to do to Master Ziling Pavilion? I will never allow He Wenchao from the Qing Dynasty to be here today.” You hurt Ziling Pavilion!”

No matter how much readers of Wen Ren’e and “Sadism Love” despise He Wenchao, as the male protagonist of the two novels, He Wenchao’s appearance is almost impeccable. He is not as powerful as Wen Ren’e and difficult to ignore, not as wise and modest as Zhong Liqian, not as silent and loyal as Yin Hanjiang, and not even as youthful as Su Huai, but he is handsome and full of righteousness.

The author gave him a flawless face, which makes him look like a righteous elite and the future pillar of the world of cultivation. His sharp eyebrows and starry eyes are full of pain for Ziling Pavilion. No matter how strong he is, no matter how strong he is. He must not be allowed to hurt the master of Ziling Pavilion even if he is killed.

Wen Ren’e knew that He Wenchao was indeed such a person. No matter which novel it is from, it has been acknowledged that He Wenchao is a righteous man who will do anything for his brothers, and will even sacrifice his sweetheart to save his brothers and elders. In the book, when he does bad things with good intentions, it is not because of his bad character, but because he was misled and deceived.

There have been some comments on “The God of Destruction”, saying that this is a traditional formula of ancient novels. The male protagonist has a strong sense of justice and the brotherhood is well written. However, it is very unfriendly to women, and its outlook is a bit like the residue of feudal society. .

At this moment, He Wenchao sincerely wanted to protect Ziling Pavilion. It was also the first time that he saw the true appearance of Wen Ren’e, and the first time he faced the power of the Demon Lord. The master in his mind kept telling him to run away, saying that he couldn’t defeat Wen Ren’e now, but He Wenchao refused to retreat. Even if he died today, he still wanted to save the master of Ziling Pavilion.

Baili Qingmiao and others also followed. She stared blankly at her senior brother and the fierce-looking senior Wenren, and wanted to ask for mercy.

Wenren E said: “Baili Qingmiao, if you dare to say a word, I will kill one of your Shangqing sect. I don’t like people talking too much, but I want to see how many people in the Shangqing sect can be enough for you to plead for mercy.”

Baili Qingmiao hurriedly covered her mouth, afraid that she would say one more word.

However, some disciples of the Shangqing Sect who were not afraid of death shouted: “Little junior sister, don’t be afraid, we are going together, no matter how strong he is, we must not let him take away Zi Ling…”

As he spoke, he leaned towards Qingxue, the strongest person at the moment, hoping to get some support. Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, his chest was penetrated by a hand with only white bones left. He turned around with difficulty and saw that the person who assassinated him was none other than Qingxue Zhenren whom he wanted to rely on.

“A member of the Xuanyuan Sect will never turn his back on his fellow sect.” Qiu Congxue retracted her hand, pulled out the disciple’s soul, and said solemnly, “You can speak loudly no matter how strong you are, relying on the heaven and the earth is not as good as relying on yourself. “

The heat wave blew up her black robe, revealing her body that was half flesh and half bones.

In the past thirty years, Qiu Congxue has actually been able to practice to gain weight, but she is very satisfied with how she is now. She has been studying how to use half of her body to exert the power of Sanxian, and half of her body to practice ghost cultivation, and walk firmly on the road of Shura. This was the inspiration given to her by Su Huai. Su Huai is a very special cultivator. His soul is a ghost cultivator, but his body is practicing the Shangqing sect’s exercises. If he hadn’t died in the original book, who knows what he would have cultivated. road.

Qiu Congxue threw the body of the disciple of the Shangqing Sect into the lava. He Wenchao hurriedly chased after him and grabbed the body of the disciple at the last moment. His arms were burned by the ground fire.

“Elder Qingxue, why did you do this?” He Wenchao asked in surprise.

“I am the left protector of Xuanyuan Sect, Qiu Congxue.” Half of Qiu Congxue’s face gradually turned into withered bones. She showed Baili Qingmiao a smile that was half kind and half scary, “Thirty-one years ago, thanks to Miss Baili’s rescue, Otherwise, this protector would have entered reincarnation long ago.”

“Master Qingxue, you…” Baili Qingmiao burst into tears. She couldn’t believe that her master was actually a member of the Demon Sect and could be so ruthless.

“Give this back to you,” Qiu Congxue threw the soul of the disciple of the Shangqing Sect to Baili Qingmiao, “I owe you my life. If you are in trouble and need my help in the future, I will definitely take action.”

Baili Qingmiao caught her senior brother’s soul, her whole expression seemed to be struck by lightning. The person she desperately saved back then was actually a member of the Demon Sect who had killed countless righteous monks back then. The master she had always admired would actually attack her senior brother mercilessly.

Zhong Liqian felt her painful mood and sighed quietly. He had grown up slightly over the years and understood many things. But he still couldn’t guess the heart of the Wenren Lord and didn’t understand what he was doing.

He walked up to the master of Ziling Pavilion and persuaded: “Master, no matter what Mr. Wenren wants, I urge you to give it to him. Based on my understanding of Mr. Wenren, if he promises not to hurt you, then I will never break my promise.”

“What do you know?” The master of Ziling Pavilion’s throat was penetrated, and he made a “hahaha” sound. He still insisted, “I don’t want to live like that. Even if I die now, I don’t want to live like that.”

After saying that, he grabbed the Broken Army Sword and pulled out the sword with all his strength. He stared at Wen Ren’e with his eyes fixed on Wen Ren’e. The true energy in his body was reversed, and he was ready to explode his Nascent Soul and die.

Unexpectedly, when Wen Ren’e raised his hand, a ray of blood entered his body and instantly controlled the body of the master of Ziling Pavilion, making him unable to die even if he wanted to.

“You are making me curious. What is the third volume written about? You would rather die than hand over the book to me.” Wen Ren’e secretly sent a message. ,, Please remember to bookmark the URL or keep it in mind, the URL is m.. Free and fastest update, no anti-theft, no anti-theft. Error reporting. Looking for books. Talking about books with book friends.