Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 408
Uh……

Chen Qingzhi couldn't speak, couldn't get up, he could only raise his face and stare at the strange palm that appeared in the mid-air over there, grabbing and dragging the White Dragon Sword, the divine sword was also trembling, radiating magic light to resist.

In the stalemate, he could barely move his limbs, and moved his arms vigorously, trying to grab the wooden pillow at the head of the bed.

'If you make a movement, the soldiers outside can always hear it. '

He couldn't move his body, and it was obviously impossible to fight by himself. When Chen Qingzhi hooked his fingers to the wooden pillow and held it in his hand, Xu Maoling outside the mirror naturally saw his movements.

"Hmph, do you still want to risk your life?"

The command arrow in his left hand immediately pressed forward.

Chen Qingzhi's eyes widened, and his left arm that had just been raised slammed onto the bed. The severe pain from his arm made him unable to yell, and his face was contorted.

He clenched his right hand and raised his fist, and was immediately nailed to the bed, followed by his legs, and his painful face turned red.

The dragon-tiger aura that ordinary people can hardly see rose from his body, but before he broke through the spell, he was returned to his body by the dragon aura from the arrow.

"Hehe, the old man just expected that you are the leader of the army, and you have a strong spirit of dragon and tiger, so you borrowed the command arrow from the emperor."

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Xu Maoling disguised his voice casually, and sent it to the house in the mirror, "But the emperor doesn't want to kill you. Today, the old man only takes your sword to see what you can rely on. To tell you the truth, Even if the expert behind you comes, the old man is not afraid, and it is impossible for him to fight with the same way because of you, a mortal, and cause both sides to suffer."

Chen Qingzhi, whose limbs were pierced by the arrow and nailed to the bed, blushed and bled from biting his lips. He tried his best to listen to the hoarse voice in the room, but unfortunately he still couldn't recognize who it was.

The only thing I know is that the only one around Emperor Yuan Hao who knows magic is probably Feng Shulang.

Yuan Hao wants to kill me?
Otherwise, why would you lend him the command arrow.

"You must have guessed it too... Unfortunately, you have no chance. If you want to blame, you can blame the emperor." Xu Maoling finally broke the restriction on the White Dragon Sword, grabbed the scabbard with a smile on his face : "Good sword, good spirit blank, you are a little mortal, how can He De be able to hold this sword in his body, now it belongs to me... Hehehe, hahaha!!"

Chen Qingzhi raised his face vigorously, looked at the Bailongjian being pulled away from the bed, opened his mouth wide open, and watched the Bailongjian float up into the air, dragged into the air by that weird palm and gradually disappeared.

how so……

When countless thoughts flickered in his mind, the invisible weight on his body suddenly disappeared, and his body lightened suddenly. Although there was still severe pain in his limbs, he could move, but he still couldn't get up, so he had to shout loudly for a while. , The door was pushed open, two soldiers came in hurriedly, saw their general lying on the bed with only obscene clothes and trousers stretched out, thinking there was an assassin, they drew their knives and looked around for vigilance.

"Immediately notify the soldiers in the mansion to gather and follow me to the outside of the city."

at the same time.

In a single-family courtyard in the imperial palace, the moonlight on the bronze mirror shrank and retracted into the night sky, and the mirror surface returned to its original state.

In the light of the burning incense candle, Xu Maoling rubbed the spirit sword in his hand, greedily leaned over and smelled it, as if touching the beauty's skin, Yi Chunchun caressed until it reached the hilt, he took a deep breath, and pulled it out abruptly. .

Clang——

The sword was unsheathed, bringing out a cold light to illuminate his face, the lingering sound trembled, and the faint sound of dragon chant echoed in the room.

"Hahaha... what a sword!"

The moment the word of the sword fell, as if it touched something, an invisible ray of normal line instantly rushed out of the roof and flew into the night sky, crossed the majestic giant city, and sank into the distant Beilu Valley.

There is a Taoist temple with slowly green smoke floating, the changing sky stops, and the fingertips turning the Kunlun mirror also stop. Chen Yuan, who is looking at the mirror, raises her eyes and looks at the clear moon that is emerging above the courtyard.

"what happened?"

The fat Taoist who was eating with a steamed bun got up from the threshold, walked to the side while eating, and looked at the Kunlun mirror with his head, "Tired? Boss, take a rest and let me try it too."

"Master, I'm afraid you can't do it." The little Taoist boy, who was also gnawing on a steamed bun, said something with a smile, and was knocked on the forehead by the fat Taoist.

At this time, Chen Yuan didn't care about the fight between the master and the apprentice, but just looked at the night sky for a while,

"The White Dragon Sword was pulled out by an outsider?"

The sword was engraved with a mark. Once an outsider forcibly unsheathed it, Chen Yuan could feel it. Amidst the noise, she gently closed her eyes to feel it. From the returned mana, what she noticed was another wave of mana, ferocious. Strong, but not evil spirits.

"That's another person who is a cultivator. Seeing Bao's intention? Well, speaking of truth, Chen Qingzhi is not a cultivator after all who holds a magic sword. He doesn't know other spells. People, don't think of the fellow who gave the sword behind him, it seems that he often does this kind of thing, and he is used to it."

"If you don't look at the face of the monk, you should also look at the face of the Buddha. If you don't give me any face, then don't blame me."

Chen Yuan opened her eyes, and the hanging finger suddenly turned sideways, while the wide sleeves were swinging, the two fingers protruding from the cuffs curled up.

The royal paper is a chapter, and the cattle and horses are folded in sections... A thought of life and death, the heaven and the earth suddenly turn...

Lingzhuan divine power. Demonstration!

The moment the Judgment fell, there was a heavy sound in the Guanzhong hall, and one of the hundreds of god statues had a divine light flashing.

Chen Yuan flicked her wide sleeves away with a 'wow', and pointed to the night sky.

"Go to meet the fellow daoist who snatched the sword, and remember to stick a stick of incense."

"Follow the true king's will."

The sound of the urn sounded like a bronze bell.The next moment, Shenguang burst out of the hall and headed towards the night sky, creating a gust of wind.The quarreling master and apprentice were immediately covered by their sleeves, and Xiaodao Tongsun Yingxian even rolled into the house from the threshold.

The wind is full of viciousness, hideousness, and a burst of tigers and leopards.

All of a sudden, the doors and windows of the backyard slapped, Ye Chong cut off the ups and downs of the sound, Fei He, who was sitting on the futon in the front hall, felt the air became oppressive and stopped to meditate, and Qin Xujia, who was practicing the demon sword outside, stopped Looking at the rising divine light, I felt a wave of fear.

The steamed buns in the hands of the fat Taoist fell to the ground and rolled away in shock. He felt the breath of the wind, and his scalp became numb. With the divine light rising into the sky, he vaguely saw a huge figure, and asked Chen Yuan before. The red-faced and black-faced gods are completely different.

"Boss, what was that just now?"

I have been watching for a few days, but I really haven’t seen every statue. This is just the front hall. I heard that there is a nave at the back, which is full of Yin gods. It’s a pity that it’s not open, and even Chen Yuan can’t get in. .

"Of course he is a hero in the world, so he can be regarded as... our god in the world."

In the sky in the middle of the night, the golden light streaked across dozens of miles with its trailing flames.

Far away in the imperial palace of the bustling city, Xu Maoling held the White Dragon Sword excitedly to observe for a while, and danced in the room. Feeling the repulsion from the sword, he flicked the sword surface with his fingers.

"Tomorrow, the old man will train you again. I'm afraid you like it very much."

The moment the words were spoken, a wind blew up in the courtyard outside, and the open window was hit with a 'snap', and the candles in the room flickered.

Then, there was a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"what!!"

The next moment, the maids and guards waiting in the courtyard screamed.

(End of this chapter)