The three hundred cloud ships were still at Helian Iron Mountain at this time. Of the three million criminals here, only about half have boarded the ship so far.
Seeing Xie An Xuanye and others frowning. If Zong Shou hadn't made arrangements earlier, he would have dug a hole and waited for Tailing Sect to jump into it. If we really attack with these nine hundred people, I'm afraid no one will survive.
Among those criminals, less than half were haggard and dressed in rags. Even the strongest among them are skinny as a stick. But at this moment, everyone was in high spirits, their eyes were filled with joy, and there was finally some hope in their dry eyes.
However, there was also some excitement. People who had not yet boarded the ship were eagerly and anxiously looking at these large ships.
Fortunately, there were hundreds of low-level outer sect disciples from the Cangsheng Dao who were working hard to maintain order and there was no chaos.
Zong Shou glanced at these people indifferently and didn't pay much attention to them. At most, he just felt pitiful and pitiful about the situation of these criminals, and he didn't mind helping them when he was able.
But it is absolutely impossible to say that he can be compassionate and empathize with the suffering of these three million people. His Zong Shou's sympathy has not been so overflowing.
Among the three hundred cloud ships that were either temporarily built or assembled from nearby, one was empty and was exclusively used by them, the Cang Sheng Dao disciples.
As soon as Zong Shou boarded the ship, he saw his Korean senior brother waiting in the room assigned to him with a smile.
There are two things placed in front of him, two jade talismans, and a jade boat.
Zong Shou took all these things into his hands without any ceremony. With a flick of his hand, the two jade charms turned into points of light and merged into his sect token. They were exactly the two hundred thousand merit points that Han Fang had promised.
As for the jade slip, what was recorded was naturally the eighth and ninth parts of his world-shaking spirit art.
Zong Shou examined it with his mind, and after a moment, he was secretly happy in his heart. It turned out that a powerful person in the divine realm had deduced all the skills of these levels.
Even the previous part is there, and it is more complete than the version he deduced himself and can correct many omissions.
But there was an indifferent expression on his face: "Senior brother, don't you have any extra rewards this time? When senior brother explained it, he never said that he would exchange people with Tailing Sect."
Han Fang chuckled, as if he had expected it to be so ordinary. Not surprisingly, he did not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he asked curiously: "So, junior brother, what else do you want? This time you have indeed exceeded the sect's mission. As long as the request is not excessive, I can agree to it."
Zong Shou's expression suddenly brightened with joy: "I wonder if there are six-level cubs of Qilin and Qinglong bloodlines? If not, fifth-level ones are also acceptable."
Before he finished speaking, Han Fang frowned with a look of embarrassment. Zong Shou knew that the Korean recipe might not be available. Or maybe you have it, but you can’t let it go.
There was a burst of slander in Zong Shou's mind, and he retreated to the next best thing: "If there is no way to make the fifth-level cold underworld tiger reshape its physical body, then a spiritual object with a golden bloodline can be used."
Han Fang's expression relaxed, and he nodded and said, "That's true. I carry two kinds of spiritual things with me. One can shape the physical body, and the other can enhance the bloodline."
Halfway through his words, he waved his hand. When the big sleeves were brushed, two things suddenly appeared in front of Zong Shou.
One is a jade box that is faintly filled with cold air, and the other is a small bottle that is less than the length of an index finger.
"Gyogenic Jade Dew? The Heart of the Cold Gold Tiger King One by One"
Zong Shou scanned it with his spiritual sense and immediately raised his eyebrows. These two things were far beyond his expectation.
The Jade Dew in the vial is said to be able to resurrect human flesh and bones, even if there is only a little residual soul left, it can be restored.
This legend is a bit exaggerated, but Zong Shou had seen it with his own eyes in his previous life. It does work wonders.
Especially under the immortal way, the body is reshaped.
And inside the jade box was the heart of a ninth-level Cold Gold Tiger King, which not only had the same bloodline as the Cold Minghu Tiger. It is extremely close to the bloodline of the divine beast, and can at least barely meet the requirements for the balance of the five spirits.
After putting the things away, Zong Shou's face immediately warmed up. After getting the benefits, Senior Brother Han's face became approachable in his eyes.
But immediately, Zong Shou felt slightly strange and said: "Senior brother, this time the traitor Yuan Jiuchen has been killed by our common people. The Tailing Sect has also been severely damaged. It will be difficult to recover within a few years. Why in the eyes of senior brother, Are you still worried?"
"Of course it's because of the sword master's desperate desire!"
Han Fang hesitated for a moment, but it was better to sigh: "Just three days ago, Jue Xu had already targeted the Xue Hua Sect of our sect. As a result, none of the three generations of Xue Hua Sect disciples took the sword from Jue Desire. , several eighth-level ones ended up defeated within ten swords. The four ninth-level elders were not sure of winning. They did not dare to end easily and could only let them go. I thought of what would happen a year and a half later. A sword master will come to your door and invite me to fight, senior brother, I feel a headache."
Zong Shou was startled, he knew this Xuehua Gate.
It is one of the three sects and six sects of Cangsheng Dao. It occupies a spiritual mansion and is not weak in strength.
Although he is the last among the nine branches of the sect. But this result is too miserable
How strong is this desperate desire? Even a ninth-level powerhouse thinks there is no chance of winning
I am somewhat interested in having a battle with this person. But after thinking about it carefully, I decided to give up. At this time, his cultivation was too low.
Even after a year and a half, it is only possible to break through to the seventh level in spiritual skills. As for martial arts, there is still a long way to go.
He is well aware of how terrifying and formidable the strength of such an eighth-level strongman who is also a strong swordsman is.
If you are not strong enough, it is better not to humiliate yourself. Unless his martial arts cultivation level can break through the seventh level at that time, it will be possible for him to have the strength to compete with him.
As for spiritual skills, his current level is still at the level of a rookie, so there is no need to show off.
Han Fang obviously had no intention of letting Zong Shou fight Juexi. He shook his head and said: "Originally, junior brother, you were the best candidate to represent our world. But your current sharpness is too strong. In the end, It's better to restrain one or two. In fact, I don't want to be able to defeat him, as long as I don't embarrass myself. But among this generation, although the three people of Xuan Ye are not weak in talent, their firepower is still a little bit behind. They are not from the common people's way. This hall. Do we really need to send the eighth-level disciples to take action?"
When Zong Shou heard this, his heart moved slightly. If he just didn't need to be embarrassed, he would have a solution.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Chu Xue, who was sitting respectfully aside without daring to express his anger. The corners of Zong Shou's lips suddenly raised slightly, revealing a bit of a smile.
After a year and a half, if the five spirit beasts can be gathered together, this little girl will at least not be inferior to Xie An and Luo Shina.
But at this time, it is not the time to talk about this. Zong Shou looked solemn and said with a straight face: "Actually, senior brother, I came here at the right time. I have a request here. This time I left the border of Dashang Kingdom. Junior brother has something to do and needs to go to the depths of the Guangling vast sea. I also ask senior brother to help me~ "
Han Fang was stunned for a moment, with suspicion in his eyes. I don’t know what Zong Shou is up to.
The depths of the Guangling vast sea are not a good place.
Especially at this time, Zong Shou led nine hundred people's Xuanlong warriors. He himself was almost unscathed, but he severely damaged Tailing Sect and took off the original Jiuchen's head. It can be said to be a blockbuster, famous all over the world※※※※
In the Tingzheng Pavilion of Fenghua Palace in the imperial capital of Kyoto, the Great Shang Kingdom.
The young eunuch Gao Ruo, with a respectful and careful expression, handed a red memorial to an old man in royal robes who was sitting behind the desk. Then he stood aside and waited quietly.
The old man was reviewing the memorials, absorbed in selflessness, until all the dozens of memorials on the case were dealt with. Then he put down the pen in his hand, and when he saw Gao Ruo next to him, his eyes suddenly flashed slightly.
He glanced at the side of the bookcase again, and sure enough he saw a red memorial.
"Red? It's rare. It involves military affairs, but where are the troops?"
Picking it up casually, after looking at it for a moment, the old man in imperial robes first frowned, and then laughed dumbly. "Yuan Jiuchen died, and a total of about 1,800 Zixiao Sword Riders from the Tailing Sect were buried one after another. So, my Quan'er and Cangsheng Dao teamed up to deceive the Tailing Sect?"
Gao Ruo leaned over and bowed and said: "Gao Ruo doesn't know the specific situation yet. He has already ordered people to investigate carefully. However, the power of the Han King and Cangsheng Dao to join forces may be a bit excessive. From the perspective of this slave, it is at best a tacit understanding."
The old man in imperial robes suddenly smiled: "Do you still need to remind me about this matter? The so-called knowing son is like a father. Of course, I have a lot of knowledge about my child's temperament. I have given him great courage, and I dare not really collude with the common people. . If I don’t check it out as I expected, and Quan’er’s fiefdom is in turmoil and he politely refuses to enter the capital, I’m afraid he’s already on his way, right?”
Gao Ruo leaned forward again, although he didn't say anything, his meaning was exactly the same. At this time, the old man in imperial robe also had a look of surprise in his eyes: "However, my Han'er is also involved with Tailing Sect. It’s really surprising. Silently, he is already a direct disciple of Tailing Sect, hey! What a blessing.”
The full name of the King of Liao is Yin Han. Gao Ruo, on the other hand, remained silent from beginning to end. This was a family matter of the emperor and not something he could comment on.
Sure enough, a moment later, I saw the old man behind the desk, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a chill: "A sect from outside the world dares to intervene in my dispute for the throne of the Great Shang. This hand is stretched too far! This time, in the world, what kind of people do you think? In the hands of the Taoist, it would be nice to receive some lessons and order the Ministry of Rites to send someone to go to Tailing Sect to investigate the crime. They, Tailing Sect, must give an explanation for this matter."
Gao Ruo hurriedly bowed again and responded, then raised his eyelids and asked tentatively: "Then what should we do with Cang Sheng Dao and Tan Qiu?"
The old man in yellow robe frowned and did not answer, looking carefully at the last part of the memorial. It took half an hour to close it.
The battle formation is unparalleled, and the extreme sword intention can control eight hundred people's Xuanlong warriors, which can make Yin Quan and Tailing Sect fearful and fearful. What if this person has thousands of troops and horses under his command