Zong Ziheng broke into the next door, and a small figure sat up from the bed: "Who?!"
Zong Ziheng felt relieved: "Xiao Jiu, it's me, put on your clothes quickly."
"... huh?" Zong Zixiao was still confused.
There was a sudden sound of fighting outside the door, Zong Ziheng couldn't care less about his clothes, he held a sword in one hand, picked up Zong Zixiao in the other, and ran out of the guest room: "Huang Hong, Huang Wu..." He froze for a moment.
Their guest room is on the second floor. Although it is located at the southernmost point, the inn is very small, and they should be able to walk to the stairs in a few steps, but the two clearly saw that the corridor in front of them looked like a rope being stretched by force, strangely. It has become a lot longer, and the stairway has also gone far away.
Zong Zixiao rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was sleepy, even Zong Ziheng wondered if this was a dream
"Your Highness!" Huang Hong's voice brought them back to their senses.
Huang Hong was downstairs, and Zong Ziheng looked down, feeling even more creepy. Originally, the height of the building was only two floors, so why is there a gap of at least three or four feet between the two
"Your Highness, we have been ambushed, you must hold on tight to Your Highness Ninth, and don't separate from him."
"What... what's going on here?" Zong Ziheng followed the sound of fighting to find Huang Wu, "Where's Huang Wu?" It sounded very close, but he couldn't see anyone.
Huang Hong gritted his teeth and said, "We are all in this inn, but we can't touch each other. This is Lu Ban's magic weapon, Gongshu Mo."
The Zong brothers looked at each other and were too surprised to speak.
Magic weapons in the world of cultivating immortals can be roughly divided into three categories. The most powerful ones are naturally the four ancient magic weapons, the next ones are the magic weapons created by the earthlings who have left their names through the ages, and have been handed down from generation to generation, and the last category is the magic weapons refined by contemporary heroes.
The four ancient magic treasures, even if they are the most talented Tianjiao, are fortunate enough to find them, the power they can display is only superficial, otherwise Shennongding will not need a hundred high-ranking monks to protect the fire. Millions of years have passed, and only two things have appeared in the world. One is the Shennong Ding that has turned into a fairy mountain, and the other is the map of the mountains and rivers that no one can control.
The newly refined magic weapons have various functions and uneven effects. Some are only for the Daxianmen family, some are specially made for a certain person, and some have one, such as the Qiankun bag, and some are from the hands of top masters, such as Lin. Horns and phoenix hairs are priceless.
Under such circumstances, the magic weapons handed down by those lands are ownerless and priceless, and all of them have supernatural powers. They are the lifelong pursuit of the monks. Killing has never been less than stealing pills.
This Gongshuju is a magical ruler left by Lu Ban. It can change the size of dead objects within a certain time and range. The deeper the user's cultivation base, the wider the range. In between, even if the exit is close in front of you, you can't get out.
They had only read about Gongshuju in books before, but they never thought that one day they would personally experience the power of this magic weapon. It is definitely not easy to get this magic weapon and control an inn. Who is the other party and what do they want to do? !
Zong Ziheng stabilized his mind and ran towards the stairs, but the corridor seemed to be in a race with him, and the distance could not be shortened no matter what. Looking down, it wasn't that the stairs were moving away from him, but that he was almost standing still. He wanted to jump from the second floor, but he couldn't figure out how far the caster could widen the gap.
"Brother, let me go." Zong Zixiao struggled.
"No, someone here wants to defeat us one by one." Zong Ziheng said, "Xiao Jiu, brother is behind your back, no matter what happens, you must never let go, you understand?"
Zong Zixiao lay on Zong Ziheng's back: "Understood. Brother, what is this..."
"I don't know what's going on, don't be afraid, big brother is here."
Don't be afraid, big brother is here.
It seemed that as long as he heard these words, Zong Zixiao could immediately feel at ease. In his cognition, the elder brother was omnipotent, and with the elder brother around, there was no need to be afraid.
Huang Hong tried to run upstairs, but he couldn't do it at all. The caster really had a good plan to separate them so that they couldn't care about each other. Otherwise, with their strength, ordinary people couldn't do anything about it. Huang Hong shouted: "Your Highness, I'm going to find the caster. He must be in the inn. Be careful."
"Okay." Zong Ziheng thought for a while, and decided to retreat to the guest room. Although he didn't know the purpose of the visitor, he must have come for the two of them. Zong Zixiao was there, so he had to keep guard.
However, the spiritual pressure immediately appeared behind him, and several masked men in black jumped into the guest room from the window, approaching the two brothers.
Zongzi Heng flicked his sleeve robe, and the two doors slammed shut at the same time. He bit his finger, drew a talisman with blood and void, and hit the door. This blood spirit talisman is the medium that can maximize the power of the talisman. The same talisman, painted with blood and painted with cinnabar, has a very different effect. Of course, the wear and tear of the caster is also very different. The door was cast with a strong enchantment, which temporarily became a barrier, but the people inside rushed one after another, and they couldn't last long. They were trapped in this narrow corridor, and they were in a very disadvantageous situation.
"Brother, look, the distance of the corridor has become shorter." Zong Zixiao said, "The caster must have moved here and there to cleverly trap us in three different places, and it was very difficult for him."
"That's right, this magic weapon consumes a lot of spiritual power. I'll see how long he can last." Zong Ziheng tried to go downstairs again. Huang Hong and Huang Wu are two high-ranking monks who are not easy to deal with. This ambush will not last long, as long as you persist It won't be too late to fight back until the opponent has received the magic weapon and revealed his real body.
This time, although he ran for a long time, he finally let him run to the stairs. He wanted to go downstairs to join them as soon as possible, but just as he stepped down the stairs, the gap between the two steps suddenly widened, and he stepped on it. They fell into the sky, and the ground under their feet sank deeply into a bottomless black hole. The hole was very narrow, but it was tailor-made for them.
Zong Ziheng swung his sword and stabbed at the handrail of the stairs. With this little force, he twisted his body vigorously, suspending the fall for a moment. He swung Zong Zixiao's arm and threw him up.
Zong Zixiao's body swung half a circle, his legs hooked around the handrail, and his other hand tightly grabbed Zong Ziheng's sleeve, pulling him back.
In the next moment, the steps began to close, and turned into two thick and long wooden planks, which were about to pinch Zong Ziheng. Zong Ziheng's gaze was still steady, and under the flying sword light, the big wooden plank was cut into a pile of wood chips in the blink of an eye.
"Brother!" Zong Zixiao exclaimed.
Zong Ziheng turned his head and saw that Zong Zixiao's ankle was entangled by the deformed stair railing, and his whole body was dragged backwards. When the hands of the two were loosened, Zong Ziheng's expression changed suddenly, and he rushed forward recklessly. Go over and grab your brother's hand again. He swung his sword to cut off the armrest, and hugged him tightly in his arms, his heart was beating violently: "Xiao Jiu, are you alright?"
Before Zong Zixiao could make a sound, he saw that the piece of wood that Zong Ziheng had cut to pieces just now turned into a sharp wood with a handle of a foot, stabbing at the two brothers from all directions like a shower.
Zong Ziheng grabbed Zong Zixiao's belt and threw him back to the second floor. His body was full of spiritual power, and Zong Xuan's swordsmanship followed the trend, chopping off those sharp trees one by one.
However…
"Brother—"
Zong Ziheng only felt a sharp pain, a sharp wood pierced into his thigh, even though he didn't hurt the bone, it passed through the flesh, and blood flowed profusely immediately.
At this moment, the barrier broke, the door flew out in pieces, and several masked men in black rushed out of the guest room.
Zong Ziheng gritted his teeth and pulled out the sharp wood: "Xiao Jiu, come quickly."
Zongzi Xiao flew and jumped down from the second floor. This time, the drop in the ground did not change, because those men in black also went downstairs at the same time. Zong Zixiao looked at Zong Ziheng's pants full of blood, and cried anxiously: "Brother, brother..."
"It's okay." Zong Ziheng pinched the blood coagulation formula with one hand, then pulled Zong Zixiao up and ran away.
This run touched the wound, the blood couldn't stop naturally, and every step was painful, Zong Ziheng followed the sound to find his guards, the sound of fighting came from the back kitchen, but there were only a few tables The distance of the chair became unreachable again.
But the pursuers behind them shrank from the ground, and they were behind them in the blink of an eye. Zong Ziheng blocked Zong Zixiao behind him, and he sternly shouted: "Who are you, you know who we are."
"The two princes of Emperor Zong." A man in black sneered, "You are the ones looking for."
"What do you want to do!"
"Jin, Dan."
Zong Ziheng's pupils constricted, and his whole body felt cold. They actually ran into the Pill Stealing Demon Cultivator? Could this be related to the death of the monk they investigated these two days? "You want my golden elixir? If you take my elixir, you will be hunted down by the entire immortal world."
"Hehe, I'm afraid His Highness didn't understand, what I want is the golden pill of you two."
The eldest son Heng's eyes were about to burst: "My younger brother has just formed an alchemy, what's the use of you wanting a nine-year-old child's alchemy?!"
"Although His Royal Highness's golden core has weak spiritual power, he has good bones. This innate superior root is much rarer than decades of cultivation. Besides, when he grows up, it will take too much time to get it. It worked."
Hearing this, Zong Ziheng subconsciously blocked Zong Zixiao with his body, wishing that the group of people could not see him.
"Bastards!" Zong Zixiao yelled angrily, "You bastards, even if I turn into a ghost, I will never let you go!"
The man in black laughed wildly and rushed forward.
Zong Ziheng's right leg was injured, and he still had to protect one person, and he was forced to retreat steadily. If it wasn't for those people who wanted to take the golden elixir alive and didn't kill them, he wouldn't be able to last long.
Soon, Zong Ziheng was wounded in many places, and his white clothes were soaked in blood. Zong Zixiao wanted to rush out several times, but he was guarded behind his back. His cries were in his ears, but Zong Ziheng lost too much blood. Fa Hua, has gradually become inaudible.
"Xiao Jiu, don't be afraid..." Zong Ziheng retreated until there was no way to retreat, with his sword across his chest, he blocked Zong Zixiao between himself and the wall, and said still tremblingly, "Big brother is here."