Chapter 573 The Descendant of the God

Chapter 573 The Descendant of the God

Chapter 573 The Descendant of the God

Shela robe!
Zhao Duan stared at the face of the young man who slowly walked out of the silent hall.

He recognized the person!

When he led his troops south to support Taicang Prefecture and headed for Songjiazhuang, he encountered a small group of rebels slaughtering and setting fire in Songjiazhuang.

Among them was a group of sorcerers from the White Robe Sect, led by the young master of the White Robe Sect.

At that time Yuxiu took action and defeated him, but made him escape at the critical moment. Unexpectedly, they met again after a long time.

"Governor Zhao, Jade Sleeve Priest, how are you?" Shi Luoyi smiled, but his eyes were extremely cold and full of resentment.

It seemed as if he still remembered the serious injury last time.

If the leader of the Underworld Cult had not secretly rescued him last time, he might have died in Linfeng.

Tonight, enemies meet on a narrow road, and new and old grudges are settled together, which is also the cycle of cause and effect.

But Zhao Duan ignored him, but chewed over what Shiluoyi had just said, his heart suddenly sinking.

The ominous premonition came true. Compared with the bluffing of the monks from Shenlong Temple, the strangeness in Baishi Garden at this moment reminded him:
"trap……"

Zhao Duan held the hilt of the knife and looked around for possible ambushes:

"Xu Jingtang may have guessed that we were here to assassinate him..."

Hearing this, several people were also as if they were facing a great enemy, but they did not see the expected appearance of the group of White-robed Sect sorcerers.

There were no martial arts masters from the palace either.

"It's just bluffing. Kill this guy first!"

The Taoist nun Yuxiu had a quick temper. She raised her jade hand horizontally, and a green jade flying sword was floating in the air with a buzzing sound.

But the judge Zhong, who was standing in front of everyone, said without even turning his head:
"I'll do it. You guys protect Zhao Duan."

After he finished speaking, the young Taoist priest slowly drew out the scarlet sword behind him. The hem of his priest's robe, which was pitch black and almost blended into the night, trembled.

Strands of magic power emanated from his body and lingered around the sword. In Zhao Du'an's eyes, a thin light slowly spread out from Zhong Pan's body, covering and protecting him and everyone else. Within the halo, they were immune to all kinds of attacks.

A sacred light appeared on Zhong Pan’s ferocious face, and he gently swung the giant sword in the air.

Silently.

The ground cracked and the tiles were lifted up one by one with a "bang bang", as if there was a dragon swimming underground, aiming directly at the corpse robe!

"Tianshi Mansion..."

Shiluoyi caught a glimpse of Zhong Pan's iconic indigo face, and his expression changed drastically. He recognized the identity of the young celestial master, and was horrified. He dared not to act recklessly anymore, and even had no idea of ​​resisting. He just pulled his neck open and hurriedly asked for help:

"Mother! Save me!"

At the same time, in the empty hall, the flames on dozens of burning candlesticks trembled and twisted.

The flames all turned into emerald green, and even the lanterns under the eaves turned into black flames.

A faint sound of mournful music suddenly appeared in the ears of Zhao Duan and others, making him feel inexplicably depressed.

He gripped the hilt tightly, his eyes wide open, and saw the bright light in the hall distorted, as if a ghost had descended.

Behind Shilayi, a woman in a pure white cloak appeared out of nowhere.

She was covered in a pale robe, with a small black coffin hanging around her waist and a mourning stick in her hand as soon as she appeared.

He just threw the mourning stick away!
"boom!"

The mourning stick pierced into the ground, and the cracked and raised ground shook, as if a dragon was suppressed, and the momentum of the cracks and extensions suddenly stopped.

"Mother...that pretty boy is Zhao Duan, the empress's lover. He almost brought people to kill me last time." Shi Luoyi nimbly hid behind the woman and complained loudly.

At this moment, the woman in white also took a step and walked out of the hall.

Zhao Duan also saw the face of the man under the hood. He was about thirty years old, with bloodless lips, pale skin, no eyebrows, silver hair, and a face like a coffin.

Her appearance is filled with an almost enchanting beauty!

The leader of the white-robed sect, the corpse curtain!

Zhao Duan's heart skipped a beat and he guessed the other party's identity. He was the leader of the evil sorcerer organization Bai Yi Men.

At the same time, Corpse Shadow's bleak and indifferent gaze locked onto him.

Dozens of strange and dense characters suddenly appeared around the sorcerer in white.

The spell is activated!

"Be careful! Hide behind me!" The young Taoist priest spoke in a deep voice as if facing a formidable enemy.

At this moment, the great disciple of Heavenly Master had no reservations any more. All the characters on the scarlet sword lit up. He held the sword with both hands and thrust the blade into the ground fiercely.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, where this poor Taoist resides, exterminate the evil and retreat!"

Circles of halos spread out in all directions like ripples with the tip of the sword as the center. Zhong Pan's back seemed as huge as a mountain or as a reef in the raging sea, shielding out the invisible power of the curse.

"Brother, can you handle it?"

Zhao Duan saw a strong wind blowing in the courtyard, the grass and trees were shaking and swaying, the ground was cracking, and black smoke was spewing out. His face changed and he asked loudly.

Zhong Pan had a blank expression on his face, and all he responded to was taking the second step again!

"Imperial decree! Kill the demon!"

There were crackling sounds coming from Zhong Pan's body, and wisps of magical flames rose up and enveloped his entire body. The flames grew bigger and brighter.

It was like a human-shaped candle flame, and under the illumination of the flame, an illusory figure emerged:

He had disheveled hair and a curly beard, a terrifying face, and wore a torn black gauze hat, a horn belt around his waist, a blue robe, leather foot wraps, and large court boots. One arm was exposed.

In his hand he held a huge "Judge's Pen" that was almost as long as a spear, with his blazing eyes, he looked down at the corpse curtain with dignity and indifference.

He pulled his right arm back, and then threw it with all his strength. Like a spear, the brush surrounded by flames stabbed straight at the master of the white-clothed sect!
The corners of the pale mouth of the eerie-looking corpse Youlian slightly raised:
"Zhong Pan, I haven't seen you for a long time. You come here and start fighting? You are as annoying as your old master."

As she spoke, she reached out and lifted up the small black coffin at her waist, opened the coffin lid, and streams of grayish-white smoke gushed out.

"Hold your breath! This is depressing, it will be very troublesome if you get infected with it!" Zhong Pan reminded in a deep voice.

Zhao Duan, Jin Jian, Yuxiu and Lang Shiba all held their breath at the same time.

Then they saw grayish-white "snow" falling from the sky.

Snowing……

No.

What is falling is not snowflakes, but ashes.

Just like the ashes left after paper money is burned out, floating all over the sky.

A feeling of sadness surged in the hearts of the four people. Even with Zhong Pan blocking most of the spells, they still inevitably looked weak.

Believers in the God of Death can affect our fortunes... Zhao Duan's face looked grim. He turned his head and saw a huge word "bad luck" written above Jin Jian and the others' heads.

"Shi Youlian, you evil people have been hiding for so long, but you dared to show up today. I am accumulating merits for you!"

Zhong Pan's hair and beard stood up, his voice was like a bell, he took the third step in the dark gray sky, suddenly drew out the big sword, and chopped down the enemy head-on!
"Imperial order, subdue the demons!"

A surge of righteous energy of great strength and masculinity accompanied the sword as it was slashed out in anger.

As Shi Youlian's ten fingers with extremely long nails formed a seal, the gray "snow" in the sky gathered together madly and condensed into an extremely thick "gray python" in front of her.

Or a madly swirling storm, the quiet courtyard was crossed by a huge gray storm.

Block Zhong Pan's sword.

The sword stopped in mid-air, Zhong Pan's hair and beard were all stretched out, trying to move forward step by step. With every breath, countless ashes disappeared, but more ashes gushed out.

For a moment, Zhong Pan and Shi Youlian were evenly matched.

"Brother, let us go!"

Jade swords were circling around her jade sleeves, and the nun was ready to make a move:

"If we work together, we can definitely eliminate this evil woman."

Jin Jian also tensed his face, and the golden eye on top of his staff twirled around.

However, Zhao Duan suddenly said with a serious expression: "Something is wrong!"

Several people looked at him in confusion, only to see Zhao Duan breathing rapidly and saying:
"It doesn't look like a trap... If Xu Jingtang had ambushed many experts here, there would be no need for him to hide and refuse to show up at this time. Moreover, if he knew we were coming tonight, why would he send the monks from Shenlong Temple outside?

And...where are the other sorcerers of the White Clothes Sect?"

He felt a great sense of uneasiness in his heart.

But I couldn't find a breakthrough for the time being.

Everyone was stunned and fell into deep thought.

Yuxiu said:

"So, what you mean is that the purpose of this corpse curtain is to delay us? So that others can take King Mu away? No... this doesn't make sense."

"Hahaha……"

At this time, Shi Luoyi, who was hiding behind the white-robed sect leader in the hall, suddenly laughed out loud. He said proudly:
"Zhao Duan, you are indeed alert. I might as well tell you that my mother is here to delay you for a while, but not to escape. Let me remind you, do you remember the female emperor's Fengshan ceremony at Luoshan?"

Fengshan? !
Zhao Duan was stunned, and then his mind buzzed and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind.

When the empress was enthroned, everything was going well. However, when she was at the top of the mountain, her imperial star dimmed and her fortune turned from the peak to the bottom. Later, when she was on the run, Zhenbao told her that a 'sad god' attacked her at the top.

The White Clothes Sect worships the "God of Death"...

Thinking back to it, from the beginning of the war, the White Clothes Sect magicians frequently appeared on the frontline battlefield, drawing "dejection" from the flames of war... Back in Songjiazhuang, Shi Luoyi also ran into him in order to accumulate dejection...

"Not good!" Zhao Duan cried out: "Let's go!"

"Leave? Too late!" Shiluoyi laughed triumphantly, raised his hand and pointed at the sky, his eyes full of resentment:

"Since you are here today, don't even think about leaving!"

Rumbling--

Above Jingchuan Town, in the center of Baishi Garden, a strange sound of thunder emerged from the madly gathering dark clouds.

And high in the sky, above the clouds, wisps of dejection rose from the garden and gathered into a huge, illusory coffin.

The coffin stood up and opened with a bang. Inside the coffin, lay an illusory god, sleeping peacefully with his hands folded on his abdomen.

The god looked lifelike, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face and unclear gender. He was wearing tattered clothes, had a pale complexion, and wore a crown woven with gray feathers on his head. The coffin was filled with paper money.

suddenly.

The sleeping "God of Death" opened his eyelids, revealing a pair of majestic, dark, desperate and indifferent eyes.

……

Within the county.

In an alley, a huge door frame stands here.

Beside the door frame, Ji Yue, wearing a wet robe and with disheveled hair, huddled up with her arms around her knees, waiting silently.

Suddenly, she raised her head abruptly, and a pair of pale pupils appeared between her black hair.

Ji Yue felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart and stared at the direction of Bai Shi Garden outside the city.

But the night was too dark and she couldn't see what was happening over there. She could only vaguely see lightning and thunder.

……

Inside the Huai Palace.

Xu An paced anxiously in the hall. Most of the people in the palace had been sent out. Crown Prince Xu Qian and Princess Xu Junling stayed beside their father.

Anxiously awaiting the results.

Xu An did not choose to run away to temporarily avoid the possible storm. Since he had already chosen to join the court, he simply gambled his life and property on it.

"At this time, I wonder if Zhao Duan and others have met Xu Jingtang." Xu An sighed.

Xu Junling bit his lip and was about to say something to comfort his father when he suddenly heard a faint sound of thunder.

The princess was stunned for a moment, only to see that her brother had already rushed out one step ahead. Xu Qian looked into the distance in confusion:
"What's going on over there? Strange phenomenon in the sky? The bright moonlight... Hey, that seems to be the direction of Baishi Garden. Is there a fight going on?"

……

Deep in the Baishi Garden.

The backyard of a house.

Hundreds of white-robed sorcerers were densely packed together, sitting cross-legged on the ground, each sitting on a circular magic circle drawn in the patio.

They were supposed to appear, but they were hiding at the back, and in the center of the magic circle was Xu Jingtang sitting cross-legged in meditation.

He was covered in armor, looking nervous, anxious, and excited. He looked up at the huge shadow of the God of Death slowly falling from the sky.

"Hahaha..." Xu Jingtang laughed loudly. There was a hint of madness in the eyes of this powerful vassal king, and his eyeballs were slightly red. He shouted:
"My dear niece, do you think that by inciting Zhao Shixiong to rebel, you can really drive me back to Yunfu? Or even capture me alive? Haha, you think too lowly of me!"

At this moment, Xu Jingtang suddenly stood up, leaped up, opened his arms, and rushed towards the ghost figure that sank to the ground!
Silently, the huge God of Death began to merge with Xu Jingtang.

Xu Jingtang, whose martial arts skills were not strong, was suspended in the air, constantly absorbing the power of the gods.

He takes a step.

The figure instantly appeared in the front yard, standing in the air, overlooking the confrontation between Shi Youlian and Zhong Pan below.

At this moment, both parties in the confrontation stopped their actions at the same time. Zhong Pan held the sword tightly, staring at Xu Jingtang in the sky with his body trembling slightly.

No...what he was staring at was the huge god behind Xu Jingtang.

“God descends…” Zhong Pan’s Adam’s apple rolled, “God descends at the level of a celestial being…”

Zhao Duan was also frightened. He looked up and stared blankly at Xu Jingtang, then suddenly said:
"I understand! Those sorcerers of the White Clothes Sect have been frantically collecting discouragement on the battlefield these past few months, not for their own practice, but to accumulate it for you...

Just like the time when His Majesty was enthroned, the entire Baiyi Sect once again spent a lot of time and launched a divine descent. You wanted to use this divine descent to defeat the imperial army. You didn't want to retreat to Yunfu at all...

In other words, your move to withdraw to Yunfu was intended to paralyze everyone and make us all think that you don’t want to fight to the death in Jingchuan Town, and you don’t have the ability to hinder the court…”

Xu Jingtang, dressed in military uniform, stood in the air, overlooking Zhao Duan below with a playful look in his eyes.

It was the first time he met Zhao Duan, but he had seen their faces countless times in picture albums.

Xu Jingtang smiled and said:
"Yes, you are indeed the pretty boy that my good niece has chosen. You are not stupid. However, you are wrong about one thing. I pretended to run away just to lure you out. Compared to eradicating the traitor Zhao Shixiong, I care more about you."

Zhao Duan was silent and confused.

Why didn't he think of that?
Yes... it was the interference of the God of Death... Just like when he was in Jianning Mansion, he was also affected by the power of the God of Death, which caused his luck to become worse and he ignored some possible dangers.

"go!"

Without hesitation, he immediately tried to activate the two gates, but found that he failed.

The sign of activating the two life gates to escape flashed only slightly on Jin Jian and others' faces, but they were unsuccessful.

Xu Jingtang laughed and said:

"Don't waste your energy. Now that I have borrowed the true body of a god, how can I let you escape? Humph, there are still three priests from the Tianshi Mansion. If you surrender, I will spare you for Zhang Yanyi's sake. My only target is him."

"Protect Zhao Duan and leave!"

Zhong Pan shouted loudly, resolutely swinging his sword and ready to soar into the air.

Even if you have to fight to the death, you must fight for a chance of survival.

"Hmph! Hopeless!" Xu Jingtang was angry and raised his big hand to slap him.

At the same time, the shadow of the god behind him also raised his hand.

A majestic and vast pressure enveloped the entire garden.

Everyone felt powerless.

At the moment of despair, Zhao Duan's eyes suddenly turned fierce: "Oh? Do you think you have a sure win?"

Without any warning, he took out a brocade bag that he had grabbed from his sleeve and threw it out fiercely!

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Typos are corrected first and then changed

(End of this chapter)