King Zhou attacked like crazy, killing people with his sword and using sharp moves.
Zhao Huaizhong's attempt to use Fox Concubine to make him stop was of no use.
The two of them fought on the eighth floor of the secret palace, fighting all the way from inside the palace to the outside.
At this time, the killing light on the top wall of the secret palace has stopped.
The entire secret palace was completely silent, with only two living persons, Zhao Huaizhong and King Zhou.
Well, the headless King Zhou can be considered a living person for the time being.
During the fierce battle, Zhao Huaizhong's whole body was glowing, and he shot out a fist wheel that slowly rotated.
After this blow was struck, the void solidified.
The sword movement issued by King Zhou was immediately affected by the fist wheel, and the speed slowed down.
But when Zhao Huaizhong flashed to his side and turned from defense to attack, King Zhou shook his sword and broke the shackles of the fist wheel.
He unfolded his sword and turned into a ball of light formed by the sword light. A ray of sword edge was hidden in the sword ball, rolling around and disappearing. Every time the sword struck out, a broken sword mark would be left in the void.
Zhao Huaizhong has never had a happy battle since he started practicing.
At this moment, the spirit is invigorated, the power of the saint is surging, and all kinds of magic techniques are at hand. Each move is indescribably wonderful, and he competes with King Zhou.
It wasn't until half an hour later that the fierce battle between the two stopped.
King Zhou suddenly sheathed his sword and stood up, speechless and motionless.
It would be good for King Zhou to use him as a sparring partner... Zhao Huai thought to himself.
The two fought for half an hour, but still couldn't decide the outcome. This was the first time for Zhao Huaizhong.
He stared at the bloody headless King Zhou in front of him. Considering that he was also practicing the Immortal Body Technique in Xiantai, a drop of blood could evolve into life. This King Zhou had his head cut off but remained alive. This corresponded to the magic of the Immortal Body, plus death.
The peculiarity of the palace itself is not incomprehensible.
But he has no brain, but he can understand people's words. What's going on?
Also, the blood on his neck keeps flowing, but his feet are very clean. Is it possible that it is being absorbed back into the body while it is flowing, in a cyclical manner?
After King Zhou sheathed his sword, his abdomen shook: "Where is the head of Gu Xiang? It's up there, it's up there..."
Zhao Huaizhong glanced above and saw a coffin floating in the purple air.
King Zhou's headless body suddenly moved and approached the coffin above as quickly as a galloping horse.
There was a wisp of murderous intent in the purple energy, but it sensed the approach of King Zhou and did not send it out.
When Zhao Huaizhong also tried to get closer, the murderous aura in Zi Qi suddenly increased.
Zhao Huaizhong stopped and did not approach forcefully.
The coffin floating above the purple air is extremely huge.
It was also a copper coffin, but it was inlaid with many purple jade, which was extremely gorgeous.
"The purple jade on this coffin is crystal clear and contains divine flowers. Judging from its shape and quality, it looks very much like the legendary Yixu chalcedony?"
Zhao Huaizhong thought: If it is really Yixu chalcedony, it would be too extravagant to use so much chalcedony to inlay the coffin. This coffin is probably more valuable than an immortal artifact.
According to legend, the throne on which the Jade Emperor, the leader of the immortals, sits is made of Yixu chalcedony.
From this legend alone, we can see the preciousness of Yixu Chalcedony.
Bang!
King Zhou approached the purple jade copper coffin, jumped into it, and suddenly closed the coffin lid.
Zhao Huai waited for a long time, but still saw no movement, and then he realized that he had been let go by King Zhou.
I thought he was going to enter the coffin and take out his own head, but that was not the case.
Did he go back to his coffin to sleep?
Inside the Death Palace, there was silence.
King Zhou returned to the coffin and did not come out.
This man has no head, so we can't guess based on common sense... Zhao Huaizhong waited for a while and saw no movement, then fell back to the ground on his own.
He began to look around the eighth floor of the Palace of Death.
"The texture of the sacrificial carvings on the floor of the Palace of Death has expanded the area of ​​the palace, making the interior of the Palace of Death a system of its own... This layout is similar to the Sendai Stone Palace. It looks like just a palace on the outside, but it is vast and astonishing on the inside."
After Zhao Huaizhong looked at the ground, his eyes turned to the wall.
The surrounding walls are all covered with copper plate murals.
He walked carefully around the Palace of Death, examining the murals.
Finally, he came to the black bird's remains again.
The burning flame of the black bird has been extinguished as the six coffins left, but it still exudes terrifying pressure.
The body of a divine beast of this level is almost immortal.
Their souls die, but their bodies still live on.
Zhao Huaizhong reached out and made a stroke, and the power flowed, and a texture immediately appeared on the black bird's feathers, forming a defense.
Zhao Huaizhong concentrated on writing a word of origin, forming a blessing, integrating his own power, and swiping again, thus breaking through the defense of the black bird's body.
Its skin is extremely tough, and after being broken open, only a few drops of blood as crystal clear as blood diamonds oozed out.
Zhao Huaizhong used his magic power to confine and store the blood of Xuanniao.
The damaged parts of Xuanniao's body quickly repaired themselves and healed quickly.
Just when Zhao Huaizhong was about to continue his attack with the black bird, he suddenly heard a sound from above, and the headless body of King Zhou reappeared, holding a bronze sword in his hand, and fell down menacingly.
When he came closer, King Zhou was shocked: "Gu's head is gone. I can't find it..."
Zhao Huaizhong felt that this guy had no brains and was a bit untouchable, so he followed him and said: "Then, do you want me to help you find the head, or do you want to find your fox concubine Daji?"
"Daji...Gu's head..."
King Zhou murmured and repeated: "Daji...Gu's head..."
"Your head is missing, but I can help you find Daji!"
Zhao Huaizhong once again threw out the bait.
But King Zhou stood still and just muttered repeatedly.
The machine is down. This is... Zhao Huaizhong secretly cursed.
"Can you... help Gu find... his beloved concubine?" King Zhou finally said.
"Well, please wait a moment."
Zhao Huaizhong's dharma body immediately transmitted thoughts and contacted the main body.
Xianyang Palace.
Lu Buwei was rushed into the palace in the early morning.
"Your Majesty, why did you summon me here late at night?"
"With your Zajia lineage of painting and thaumaturgy, can you draw objects into their own form, draw boats crossing rivers, and draw clouds and rainfall?" Zhao Huaizhong asked.
"There is a slight deviation, but it is roughly the same." Lu Buwei said.
"Very good, Prime Minister Lu will pass on the art of painting to me first," Zhao Huaizhong said.
Lu Buwei nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
Immediately recite the essence of miscellany and describe the art of painting.
The art of painting is not unique to Lu Buwei, but he has better organized it and integrated it into the practice system of the three religions and nine streams.
The art of painting combines the mysteries of vertical and horizontal art, famous masters, Confucianism and so on. It uses the power of the pen to mobilize the power of heaven and earth to derive magic creations. In fact, it is the same as the ritual inscriptions and incantations, and the Confucian writing of saints' chapters to gather the power of heaven and earth.
It's the same principle.
Generally speaking, the higher the mana, the more realistic the drawn creation is and the longer it will last.
The more Lu Buwei talked about it, the more interested he became, and he cited many side points.
To be continued...