When Cizhao Ren had his hands free, he was finally able to resolve the battle in the Qing capital. These old scribes were all ridiculous when they were young. They still had affairs when they were old, but now they are extremely tenacious.
Of course, the first person Cizhao people found was the strongest one among them, Mr. Changjida.
Changji is a strong person at the ninth level of Wangxian, and is at the same level as Chaoyin Gupo, but his combat power surpasses these two.
Those Bai Yang cult members who were bewitched in the prison were going crazy and wanted to break out. Changji knew that these people controlled by the bewitched people fed on humans and drew strength from their blood. Given time, they would even surpass their peak.
Become a terrifying killing machine.
The spiritual power turned into ink like a tide, submerging the entire basket, and those who had just escaped from prison were tied up with thick ink.
The flow of ink strangled all these people like huge tentacles, but a centipede on Gu's arm sent out a mysterious wave, and everyone was resurrected again.
This happened several times in a row. It was easy to defeat them, but very difficult to kill them.
"Old sir, let me help you!"
When a pile of rotten flesh was ready to be pieced together into a human form again, some medicinal powder was sprinkled from the sky. The rotten meat was directly turned into pus, and the poisonous insects hidden deep inside were immediately killed when they encountered the medicinal powder.
"Who are you…?"
"Junior Su Kou, I noticed the movement of Gu insects here and came here to help."
"Suko? From Yakushi Island?" Changji asked.
"My father, Su Ruzhi"
"There are still people alive on Medicine Island." Gu Po looked fierce and sinister after seeing Su Kou, "I will completely eradicate your Medicine Island lineage today."
The medicine master is the natural enemy of the Gu Master, but the Gu Po is far more powerful than Su Kou. Fortunately, Changji's old body blocked most of Su Kou's oppression.
"Boy, this is not a battle you can participate in. Go away quickly." Changji said.
"Old sir, you are a man of heavenly cultivation, but after all you can't use this Gu technique, so you still need to leave it to me. Besides, the demon Baiyang destroyed my Medicine Island, and this hatred will not last forever." Su Kou took out a porcelain bottle.
"What's inside is the medicinal powder that can inactivate the poisonous insects."
The ink at Changji's feet turned into a big hand and took the porcelain bottle, and then dived into the flow of ink.
The ink was mixed with medicinal powder, and all the Gu insects were aware of the crisis and couldn't help but panic. Su Kou also saw Changji's terrifying cultivation level, and no one could escape from this place like the waves rolling back the world.
"Back then, your master used people to raise poison and wanted to subvert the world with this harmful poison technique. In the end, Mr. Su Xie surrendered and wiped out all your poisonous poison lineage. He didn't expect that there would be some fish that slipped through the net.
, and joined the Baiyang Sect.”
When Su Xie was mentioned, Su Kou felt proud. This was their strongest ancestor on Medicine Island.
The only purpose of Gu Po and Chaoyin was to get close to the seal on the top of the basket, but with Changji in charge, they had been repelled countless times.
With the help of this medicinal powder, Gu Po, who was already at a disadvantage, had no power to fight back. Chao Yin played the Zhengshi sound, and the sound waves of Bahuang Liuhe came rolling in.
The ink flows from the mountains and hits the rocks. The majestic sound of the water directly covers up the rhythm, and goes against the trend to try to pull the sound of the tide into the ink.
At this moment, the Buddha's light suddenly appeared and forced the ink flow back, and Shenxiu, whom Xumi Mansion had been looking for for a long time, appeared here.
"Shenxiu, kill him for me!" Chaoyin said.
Changji had been pretending to be dead under the landscape penholder for many years and had not emerged for eight hundred years. However, when he looked at Shenxiu and Chaoyin, long-lasting memories came to his mind.
"Family Shenxiu, you once again made a wrong choice for the sake of bad fate. It seems that today you will have to eliminate harm for Xumi Mansion." Changji shook his head with regret.
"Mr. Da misunderstood. Xiao Monk came here to take Chaoyin away."
"Take me away? Where are you taking me?"
"Come with me, the Baiyang Sect is not your final destination." Shenxiu said.
"Follow you? Where are you going? As long as you marry me and give me a status, I will follow you to the end of the world!"
Chaoyin's eyes were full of hope, but Shenxiu's lowered head and silence made her laugh again.
"Sure enough, after hundreds of years, you can't let go of your Buddha even if you are reincarnated. You are just pitying me, but I don't need your mercy."
Chaoyin ducked away from Shenxiu, and then his figure followed the sound wave towards the seal at the highest point of the basket, where the Buddha's light shone and trapped it.
"I can't watch you do something wrong anymore." Shenxiu said.
Shenxiu trapped Chaoyin, and Gu Po was even more powerless to resist. With Changji, the medicinal powder to restrain Gu Po, it was only a matter of time before Gu Po could be eliminated.
However, seeing that he was about to succeed, Changji turned around and looked at Tilanyan, and the topmost prison and seal were broken.
Just now, Cizhaoren broke into the prison and walked out holding a faint pale firelight in his hand.
This white fire first appeared, and the evil spirit between heaven and earth reached its peak, and all the powerful people in the world noticed it.
"Merciful!"
After meeting Cizhao Ren, the memory of Su Kou's childhood once again came to mind. His father Su Rushi died in his hands.
"Su boy, don't be impulsive. It would be a pity if you died here. I will find an opportunity to send you away later..." Changji said in a message.
Ci Zhaoren swallowed the wisp of white flame into her belly.
"Changji, you were also the culprit in the battle at Ziwu Valley back then. It's time to pay the price today."
"I was born in Yunzhou, studied in the Qing Dynasty, and grew up in the Wen family. Unfortunately, my skills are of no use, and the descendants of the Wen family do not know my name. This is a great regret in my life.
I did not participate in the Battle of Ziwu Valley back then. Now I am holding on to this remaining life just because I want to wait for a suitable opportunity to return the Dharma I learned from Wen Mansion to Wen Mansion.
If I can use my remaining body to fight against the evil in this world, I don’t know how many people will be encouraged in the future. Regardless of life or death, even old people can be buried in Dudong with dignity!"
Not only was Changji not afraid, but his old face was extremely excited. This was the most luxurious funeral and the most perfect home he had been waiting for.
His strength is enough to defeat all the strong men in the Nine Realms, but he doesn't have much chance of winning in a battle with Cizhao Ren, especially after swallowing the white flame just now, Cizhao Ren is even better than when he was at his peak.
"Then I will make it happen for you."
The ink flow at Changji's feet turned into huge whirlpools, and he put a hand on Su Kou's shoulder and pushed him into it.
Su Kou wanted to resist, but he heard Changji's voice transmission into the secret.
"Su Xie Valley, Daye Mountain, Dishui City."
"Want to send him away?"
Before Su Kou left, he saw endless ink stains blocking the final entrance. Changji might not be Ci Zhaoren's opponent, but if he wanted to escape, he wouldn't have no chance.
"The old man owed Su Xie a favor back then. If he can pay it back before he dies, it can be regarded as a regretful thing."
After an earth-shattering battle, the famous Tilanyan completely collapsed.
There were a lot of ink stains on Ci Zhaoren's clothes. If he hadn't been immortal, he would never have been able to deal with Changji so easily.
Thousands of mountains are stained with ink, Changji's spiritual power is exhausted and his life is fading. The younger generation is still holding his head high and his crutches, holding on to the crutches, blocking the way to Qingdu.
"Tell me where Jiang Yan is, and I will let your Wen family go."
The Cizhao people had two purposes in attacking the Wen Mansion. The first was to obtain the seal of Lan Yan, and the second was to obtain Jiang Yan. Now that the seal was lifted, only Jiang Yan was left.
Changji kept opening his mouth but could not make any sound. Ci Zhaoren understood what he wanted to say and pointed a finger on Changji's forehead.
The former first edict finally lowered his proud head, bid farewell, and took away the glory that belonged to his era.
The old man's performance was brilliant, he defeated the two great Wangxian Nine Levels, and fought against the Cizhao people. He never forgot to protect the Qing capital behind him until his death.
The Gu Po was secretly happy. If her Gu controlled the nine realms of Changji, she would be invincible in the world!
But just when she was about to release the Gu insect, a Buddha lotus suppressed the Gu insect.
"Amitabha, how can Mr. Changji, a great hero in the world, fall into your hands?"
"Shenxiu, I want to recruit you into my Baiyang Sect, but don't think that I dare not kill you."
Seeing that Ci Zhaoren was about to take action, Chaoyin hurriedly stood in front of Shenxiu.
"If the leader insists on killing me, why not kill me too."
Chaoyin is a saint of the Baiyang Sect, and she is his right arm. When employing people, she is so kind and kind that she will not cut off her arms.
"Huh, I still have a lot of things to do today, so I'll let you go for now."
With the help of kind people, Gu Po got what she wished for, and what may be the most precious corpse in her life.
But just as Gu Po's hand grabbed the corpse, Changji's body turned into a ball of ink and exploded. The ink covered her hand and continued to spread upwards.
"Ink seal!"
Gu Po was shocked and turned pale. After being angry, she cut off her own arm.
There was a huge melee everywhere in Qingdu. The second person Cizhao came to was Zhong Qingli. Zhong Qingli's opponent was the evil Hong Dangu. The battle between the two Wangxian Eighth Levels had turned the surrounding miles into ruins.
Zhong Qingli is old and has reached the age where his life is exhausted, but his picture of the sword and the corpulent on the bank of the rain still makes Hong Dangu embarrassed.
Wei Changli was besieged by powerful men in the realm of two palace lords. Zhong Qingli was worried that as long as Wei Changli did not fall, the Wen Palace would not fall.
More than a dozen sword hawks gathered together like flying swords and turned into a hundred-foot giant sword.
Zhong Qingli gasped, he was at the end of his strength, and Hong Dangu was on the verge of defeat.
"He Ling..."
"Are you crazy?"
Hong Dangu was shocked. The art of combining spirits is a secret method of Danqingyuan and is also a taboo method. If Zhong Qingli, at his age and in such a state, were to forcefully combine spirits, he might not be able to survive one blow.
Seeing that Zhong Qingli was going to die with him, Hong Dangu cursed the old lunatic and started to run away.
But He Ling, who risked his life, gained extremely terrifying power. Jian Qutu pierced the void with a sword, and was about to kill Hong Dangu.
The white light in front of him was dazzling, and a pair of hands directly grasped the unstoppable sword owl, it was Ci Zhaoren.
The strength in Cizhaoren's hand continued to increase, and the sword broke.
"Trash, you can't even stand up to a bad old man!"
"Master, please spare my life..." Hong Dangu hurriedly apologized.
"Go help others and resolve the battle as soon as possible."
Cizhaoren approached Zhong Qingli step by step. Seeing that he was still trying to struggle, Cizhaoren stepped on his head with a cold tone.
"Tell me, where is Jiang Yan."
"Monster, you are dreaming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of white light pierced his chest, making the old painter's frail body even more unbearable.
"Let me ask again, where is Jiang Chan."
"You can defeat me, you can kill me, but you can never pry my mouth open."
The old painter's mouth was full of blood and his speech was slurred, but his eyes were particularly determined.
"Your bones are very hard, but I don't know if your heart is hard."
Zhong Qingli was a highly respected old painter in the Qing capital and a core figure in the Wen Dynasty. Cizhaoren was determined to get out of his mouth the whereabouts of Jiang Chan.
A white light flashed across the Zhong family's house, and dozens of people were captured.
"Cizhao Ren, why are you coming at me? How can you deal with some unarmed people..." Zhong Qingli said angrily.
When these people saw the most powerful prince in their family looking like this, they were even more frightened and cried and kowtowed in apology.
"Leader, have mercy on me, have mercy on me!"
"Stand up. Whoever dares to beg for mercy or kowtow to this monster, I will never let him go even if I die."
Zhong Qingli shouted angrily, and the younger generation of the Zhong family finally stood up tremblingly.
Cizhaoren saw a three-year-old child among the crowd and bowed down to pick him up.
"This kid is very smart."
"Jin'er? Why are you still here? Didn't I ask you all to leave Qingdu?" Zhong Qingli's eyes finally became a little panicked.
"Grandpa, my mother told me that everything would be okay if you and Mr. Wei were here, so she hid me quietly."
"Foolish woman, foolish woman"
Zhong Qingli cursed angrily, causing the wound to start coughing up blood.
"Go and persuade your great-grandfather for me. I just want him to answer a question. As long as he tells me, your whole family will be safe!"
Ci Zhaoren stroked the child's head and then let him go.
Jin'er went straight to Zhong Qingli. This was his most beloved child. She gritted her teeth and stood up from the ashes, but her whole body was trembling.
"Grandpa..." Jin'er was so frightened that she threw herself directly on Zhong Qingli and started crying.
"Jin'er be good, Jin'er don't cry, do you remember the family lesson grandpa taught you since you were a child?" Zhong Qingli asked softly.
"A scholar is as determined to die as a pine and a cypress. He does not follow small etiquette and does not surrender to power. He should die with his life to gain fame for thousands of generations." Zhong Jin wiped his tears and said, "Grandpa, I am not afraid of death!"
"Okay, this is the son of my Zhong family."
Zhong Qingli tried hard to straighten his back, then looked at Ci Zhaoren and asked.
"Don't you want to ask me about Jiang Chan's whereabouts? I'll give you the answer!"
"Don't worry, I will keep my word."
Zhong Qingli hooked his finger, and the sword hawks scattered on the ground flew towards him one after another. Cizhao people thought that this old guy wanted to sneak attack the clan, and the spiritual light outside him protected him.
But the targets of these sword hawks are the Zhong family’s people!
"Don't blame Grandpa for being cruel. He was humiliated while living and died peacefully..."
A sword passed through young Zhong Jin's body, and Zhong Qingli burst into tears.
He had seen what would happen to those who fell into the hands of the Baiyang Cult. If they didn't join in with them, they would suffer all kinds of humiliation. This move seemed to drain all his energy and he collapsed.
"Old man, you are cruel."
None of the people in Cizhao expected that Zhong Qingli would be able to take action and leave directly. Even if he didn't need to do anything, Zhong Qingli would be dead.
Chang Ji and Zhong Qingli were both famous figures in the Qing Dynasty, and they ended their lives with the most tragic battle.