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Chapter 227 Headless Treasure, Deep Routines

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.

But he soon became less interested and stopped talking.

The Lord of Qin understood the secret of the art of painting only through the first half of what he said.

He condensed the magic power on his fingertips and drew it with his hands, and a bird was bound by the magic power and became reality, dancing in the study room.

This depicted bird has the power to connect heaven and earth, is almost the same as a real bird, and can even mate with female birds.

Of course, it is fake after all, cannot reproduce, and functions like a tool bird.

Lu Buwei squinted his eyes to look at the bird in front of him.

Zhao Huaizhong heard him talk about the first half of the painting technique, and the birds he painted were more realistic than the creations he derived using the painting technique.

Lu Buwei was a little shocked and left Wuying Hall in a depressed mood.

Yin Shang Secret Palace.

Zhao Huaizhong used the method of painting to imprint the appearance of the demon lord in his consciousness into the void with one stroke, infusing it with the magic of painting, just like adding the finishing touch.

Daji appeared in front of King Zhou like a clone, lifelike.

Zhao Huaizhong did not use this to deceive King Zhou.

Although he has no head, King Zhou is not that easy to deceive.

Zhao Huaizhong wanted to win the trust of King Zhou with this: "This is the appearance of your beloved concubine Daji. Can you feel it?"

King Zhou stared blankly at Daji, who was painted with the rubbing technique of painting in front of him.

The voice coming from his belly was stirring: "The source of power in Gu's body can reflect everything. This is indeed Daji, Gu's beloved concubine.

If you can help Gu find his beloved concubine, Gu can give you any reward you want."

Zhao Huai's head suddenly moved: "You may control the operation of this secret palace, otherwise how can I help you go out to find Daji?"

King Zhou: "The control method of this palace can't be found in Gu's head...

But Qing wants to go out and find his beloved concubine for Gu... There are other ways!"

King Zhou stretched out his hand to make a false move, and the void beside him rippled with waves, and a bronze chariot with two shafts galloped out silently.

Zhao Huaizhong's thoughts flickered: The void of the Palace of Death may hide an unknown secret space, and the sword King Zhou had previously summoned from the void.

"This is a lonely chariot with seven fragrances. This chariot can travel anywhere in the world.

By taking this carriage, you can leave your palace and come back again."

Zhao Huaizhong glanced at Qixiang Car.

In the history of this world, the Seven-Fragrant Cart was one of the Three Treasures of Xiqi. It was later dedicated to King Zhou. It is said that the car can guide the way, never get lost, and can drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters.

"I'll go out and help you find Daji. I'll come back if I find something."

Zhao Huaizhong spent a while and got the control method of Qixiang Chariot from King Zhou, and then boarded the chariot.

The symbols on the car flashed, and it silently left the eighth floor of the Death Palace.

Zhao Huaizhong looked back and saw the headless King Zhou still standing there, motionless.

"No matter what the true situation was during the Yin and Shang dynasties, King Zhou remained unconscious in this palace of death for thousands of years. He endured the pain of beheading every day and washed himself with blood. He was worse than death. The torture in hell was nothing more than this. This kind of

The situation is so miserable.”

The Seven-Fragrant Carriage left the Palace of Death and passed the burial pit. As expected, the Yin soldiers inside had no obstacle to the Seven-Fragrant Carriage.

The chariot quickly arrived at a side hall on the seventh floor of the secret palace.

In this side hall, there are formation patterns carved on the ground. They are the ancient teleportation formation eyes used by the Black Crow Demon King who sneaked into the secret palace to enter and exit the secret palace.

The Qixiang Car slid in quietly, formations intertwined on the ground, and Zhao Huaizhong's dharma body disappeared in an instant.

In Zhao Huaizhong's perception, the Qixiang Chariot immediately appeared in the darkness, but it had already come out of the secret palace and was located deep underground.

In front of me, the huge secret palace was dragged by four earth dragons, following the power of the earth's circulation in the ground, pushing away the waves of earth, and disappeared deep underground in the blink of an eye.

The surrounding soil was forced away by the flash of light from the Qixiang Car.

The Seven Fragrance Car then galloped towards the ground.

A quarter of an hour later, a chariot emerged from the ground to the east of the Qin Kingdom.

Zhao Huaizhong's dharma body stood on it, scanning the surroundings.

At dawn, Dharmakaya collected the chariot and returned to Xianyang.

In Wuying Hall, Zhao Huaizhong, who was about to go to court, took back his Dharma Body.

The Qixiang Car will undoubtedly become the link connecting the secret palaces of the Yin and Shang Dynasties.

King Zhou is a treasure...

The future is long, and other things can be planned slowly. Zhao Huaizhong is ready to think about what to do specifically.

Xianyang Palace.

In the afternoon of the same day, a general from the Ye Yu Mansion walked in from outside the palace under the guidance of his chamberlain.

This Ye Yufu general was about twenty-seven or eighty years old and had an ordinary appearance.

He is one of the sixteen Ye Yu servants, his name is Feng Huan!

In the early years, Zhao Huaizhong ordered the generals of the Ye Yu Mansion to surprise the White Wolf City of the Xiongnu and behead the leader of the Xiongnu.

At that time, among the Ye Yufu generals who sneaked into White Wolf City, one disguised himself as a Huns and entered the Huns palace, but no one could see through him.

It is Feng Huan, who is known as the traveler in the world with hundreds of faces and thousands of illusions.

He is good at disguising changes and has never been seen through.

"Feng Huan, I have called you here. There is a task for you to handle regarding the interception of religion." Zhao Huaizhong said.

"Your Majesty, please give me your instructions." Feng Huan said respectfully.


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