Folklore: The baby starts the game, and the mother takes off her painted skin

Chapter 350: Adao, raise your sword!
All the ways of proving the truth were taboo. At this moment, even Zhang Cang didn't know how the war between the parties was going.

This would have been fine in the past, as Zhang Cang had so many clones that he would naturally know about it.

But now it’s a one-on-one fight... Unless Zhang Cang has attained enlightenment or has a clone of the throne, even so, he can only know the situation on that battlefield.

Less than half a day had passed when there was a sudden sound of a road collapsing from above the sky.

A bloody road emerged, and wherever it appeared, everything was broken into pieces.

The human race’s path to enlightenment...died.

Countless people who were walking in the underworld looked up at this scene, and they couldn't help feeling panic in their hearts.

The death of the one who proved the truth was like the sky falling down for them.

But in the life-and-death battle between the two races, how could it be possible that only the throne could fall, but not the one who achieved enlightenment could fall?
"The world is really boring. I, Weng Qingzhi...will leave first."

Above the crumbling road, an old woman's sad voice was heard.

Zhang Cang also looked up at the collapsed road and sighed, "I never thought that in the end it would be that old woman who walked the fastest."

"She didn't want to live for a long time. When she was walking back from Yincheng, she had the intention to die."

The old marshal was not at all surprised.

I just feel... it's a bit of a pity.

When she was young, who in the world didn't know the words: "The green branches stand tall and graceful, the wind fills her sleeves, the moon looks like stars and reflects her blue eyes."

It’s a pity that time flies and years pass by quickly.

Zhang Cang closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes, "She blew up the avenue herself and took away the two thrones."

As soon as the words fell, thunder rumbled above the sky. The previous avenue had not yet collapsed, but now another avenue collapsed.

In just a short moment, the human race lost two people who had attained enlightenment!

"If I hear the truth in the morning, I will die in the evening... How hateful, how hateful!"

These are the dying words of another preacher, dull as winter thunder.

"Lei family, Lei Shuangshuang."

A newly-promoted figure completed her short journey of enlightenment in just half a year.

Zhang Cang sighed again and was silent for a long time.

Although the sound of the collapse of the road in the sky was far away, the ghosts on the top of the Great Wall in the West still felt uncomfortable when they heard it.

On the other hand, the people on the Taboo side were like they were energized by chicken blood, and they all rushed towards Zou Yin City as if they were risking their lives.

The offensive was powerful and put enough pressure on Zou Yin City.

This is even more true for the Qin State.

The old marshal glanced at Zhang Cang, who nodded slightly, and then walked over Yincheng and behind the western Great Wall on the Qin side.

Two figures appeared in the void.

He was faceless and radiated a faint golden light.

"The human race's Dao-enlightening Weng Qingzhi cuts off both ends of the throne and dies!"

"The human race has proven the truth with thunder and lightning, cut off one of the thrones, and it will fall!"

Two loud voices spread all around in succession, and the Yin-walking people on the human race's side also shook off their depressed mood after hearing these words.

This can be regarded as a way to resist the crazy attack of Taboo.

When two races are at war, momentum is extremely important. As long as one side still has momentum, like the human race, it doesn't matter even if the Western Great Wall is breached.

Zhang Cang and his companions were still watching the battle, but at this time they were deeply forbidden.

Meng Taichong, who had just come out of Bibotan, heard the sound of a road collapsing coming from a valley about a few hundred miles away from him in the northwest direction.

There were blood clouds floating above the sky.

How could Meng Taichong not know that there was a person who had attained enlightenment and died here?

Hearing the words from heaven again, he became furious. He stomped his foot on the ground, crushing the mountains and rivers, and flew away into the air. When he got closer, he saw the lightning and thunder spreading around the valley, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He and Lei family ancestor Lei Huajun were close friends, so he treated Lei Shuangshuang like his own nephew.

When he saw Lei Shuangshuang preaching the truth, he drank heavily for three days.

But who would have thought that in just half a year, Lei Shuangshuang would have completed her short preaching career.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Meng Taichong naturally saw the evil ghost on the throne still licking the blood on the ground in the ruins of the valley.

It looks like a mountain hyena, but you can see human form in its face.

Just lying here, the entire valley of ruins was filled with black smoke.

"court death!"

Meng Taichong roared angrily and jumped up from the top of the mountain. Before he landed on the ground, a ten-thousand-foot-tall Dharma image had appeared. Its entire body seemed to be cast in gold and it was magnificent.

But the throne evil ghost who had just killed Lei Shuangshuang was no ordinary creature. He turned over and opened his mouth to bite.

At this moment, even the space was bitten to pieces by this evil ghost, and black smoke was emitting from the corners of its mouth.

"Click——"

With just one bite, a gash was left on the right foot of Meng Taichong's golden body.

Meng Taichong's face turned dark. This dirty ghost thing was actually poisonous!
But he didn't listen. He bent his body, clenched his fists and hit the evil ghost on the back.

"Boom——"

The Dharma image swung his fist down, and the space here was shattered like paper. The last punch did not hit the back of the evil ghost.

It was already blocked by the black mist emanating from the corners of its mouth, and its momentum was slowed down.

But this evil ghost was suppressed by Meng Taichong and could not move, and had no way to escape.

Seeing this, Meng Taichong pretended to summon his own great Dao to kill.

But when the shadow of the road appeared behind him, there seemed to be a "crackling" sound in the valley, and a faint sound flashed by.

The last voice left by Lei Shuangshuang in this world sounded.

"Don't... don't call it the Dao. This vicious dog only eats people's Dao."

"Ok?"

Meng Taichong suddenly came to his senses and immediately retracted the force he had just released, but the evil ghost still bared his teeth and took a bite.

Didn't get much bite though.

But after this bite, a gap was left on Meng Taichong's originally complete road.

"die!"

As soon as the evil ghost opened his mouth, he lost the ability to resist Meng Taichong.

There was only a "crack" sound from the golden fist, and the evil ghost's spine was broken by Meng Taichong's punch.

Meng Taichong knew the principle of beating a drowning dog. Seeing that his attack was successful, he didn't care about the ghost poison in the golden body or the broken road. He just punched out again and again, and the evil ghost's ghost energy continued to dissipate from his body.

After three or five breaths, the evil ghost on the throne became silent.

Seeing it explode into a pile of blood beads, Meng Taichong dispersed his own Dharma image, then fell to the side, gasping for breath.

After a while, he lifted up his right trouser leg and looked.

I saw a bite wound on the calf. In just a short while, the wound had already rotted and festered.

Ordinary medicines are useless for the bite of this evil throne spirit.

Meng Taichong used his hand as a knife and swung it down, actually cutting off the flesh of his entire calf.

Although the rotten flesh was cut away, the exposed leg bones were already black.

The ghost poison has penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Meng Taichong understood what was happening, and finally he could only smile bitterly. He lifted the hem of his shirt to cover his calves, then stood up from the valley again and headed towards the nearest place of battle.

"..."

"laugh--"

Deep in the forbidden area, in the endless dense forest, a snow-white sword energy slashed through, and large tracts of towering ancient trees collapsed.

The ground had already been torn into pieces by the sword energy, as if it had been plowed and ripped open, and was full of devastation.

Then the space shook slightly, and a man in a gray robe and holding a sword walked out. He was breathing heavily, but his eyes were full of joy.

"I say, this rotten corpse brother, why are you still running?"

"It's not like I won't send you to see your brother, right? Besides, do you really think you can run away if I, Ma Zhi, target you?"

Ma Zhi's eyes swept across the dense forest like lightning.

In the previous fight, he led two thrones away, and now one of them has been killed by him.

The remaining one can only play hide-and-seek here.

Although this requires a lot of effort, it is all worth it. All these years of practicing swordsmanship have not been in vain.

With this thought in mind, Ma Zhi raised the sword in his hand and gently stroked the sword.

He first stabbed fiercely at the void behind him, with powerful sword energy surging out, but it fell into nothing.

There seemed to be a burst of ridicule coming from the void.

Ma Zhi didn't care. He turned into a ray of sword light and rushed forward. In an instant, sword energy rose from the ground that looked like ruins.

Go straight into the sky.

As soon as he slashed the last sword energy behind him, he closed the door of the five-pointed cage formed by the sword energy as if to finish it.

At this point, in this five-pointed sword prison.

There is only Mazhi.

The void in front of him began to ooz out smelly pus, and finally a rotten corpse walked out of it.

"Ren Tu's biggest mistake was underestimating you."

The rotten corpse said, "You are probably stronger than that Meng, right? Are you hiding your abilities?"

"you guess?"

Mazhi blinked and said with a smile.

He was a swordsman who practiced swordsmanship, but he proved that he was blinded by a leaf. Who could he blame? Not to mention that this butcher could not see through his true strength.

Even the original Liu Qingyi couldn't see it.

Therefore, the deaths of these two thrones in front of us were not unjust.

Ma Zhi stepped forward and retreated from the sword prison. The sword prison that originally supported the sky suddenly collapsed and all of it fell into the interior of the sword prison.

So after this sword prison fell, the corpse throne would become a ground covered with blood beads.

He picked up the mazhi and put them all into his pocket.

But when he looked up again, he heard the sound of the avenue collapsing from the sky. Ma Zhi's face became extremely ugly. He naturally sensed who was the one who had fallen this time.

Then an old voice was heard from the sky.

"It's a pity that I couldn't kill another beast on the throne."

The ancestor of the Sima family, one of the original nine major families and now one of the eight major families - Sima Yue!

The old immortal had lived for many years and even knew the magical skill "Spiritual Ruins Fantasy World", but he never thought that he would still die here today.

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But when Ma Zhi thought about it, she felt that it was somewhat unreasonable.

He remembered that when Sima Yue left, he also took away two thrones.

Ma Zhi couldn't be sure of Sima Yue's true strength, but as the ancestor of these eight families, he couldn't be that weak.

Even if my own strength is not good, I have the help of this family heritage that has been passed down for thousands of years.

It shouldn't be difficult to survive from those two thrones.

Even if he is really defeated, he can't die so quickly. He can at least hold on for a day or half a year.

So based on Mazhi's experience, this matter was most likely not right.

The butcher in this taboo must have used some shady tricks... Ma Zhi looked at the direction where the Heavenly Avenue fell, and without hesitation, he went straight to the place where Sima Yue fell.

There are many who can see this, but most of the preachers are still trapped in their own thrones.

Difficult to get to.

The top of the Western Great Wall.

Although Zhang Cang was still sitting there calmly, the old marshal beside him also gave him a second look.

"The thrones on the forbidden side have not been completely revealed. There are more than just these eighty. Some have been placed deep in the forbidden area by him."

After Zhang Cang finished explaining, his figure floated up again.

Seeing this, the butcher on the opposite side smiled and said, "What? Master Jianzheng wants to leave too?"

"Why don't we relax a bit?"

"Haha, don't worry."

As Zhang Cang spoke, he waved his sleeves, and a crack suddenly appeared above the city wall, and two figures walked out of it.

As soon as it appeared, it exuded an extremely powerful force, killing all the evil spirits in front of the formation.

So much so that the evil spirits behind were frightened and dared not come forward.

These two people...oh no, it should be one person and one ghost just floating in the air.

"Brother Ren Tu, how about you give way a little? So that some of our people can pass through?"

"Of course, if you don't want to, we can have a fight first."

Zhang Cang was still smiling, but most of the human race's Yin-walkers were dazed when they looked at the two figures.

That person's name was Guan Caifeng.

That ghost... you can call him a ghost now, but before, when you see him, you still have to bow and call him Lord Fire Transmitter!
Juque!

But isn't he dead?
Why are you here now?
The smile on Ren Tu's face, which was originally relaxed, froze when he saw Juque's figure, and then slowly disappeared.

"You're not dead?!"

"Thanks to you, the master of the mass grave, I am lucky enough to survive." Juque, who was no longer wearing a red robe, sneered.

Seeing this, the old marshal stood up and said, "Either we let them continue to fight, or...it's our turn."

"It's just that this person is too tall and the room is too low. I'm afraid he won't be able to feel comfortable."

The threat was evident in his words, and Ren Tu glanced behind him, as if asking the old temple keeper what he meant.

Zhang Cang laughed and said, "You have a back-up plan, and so do I. It's fair to everyone, right?"

"There's no need to compare who's better."

Ren Tu's expression changed for a while, and finally he could only say in a muffled voice: "Then let's do as the Supervisor says."

After saying that, he had to slightly sideways, as if to make way for Juque and Guan Caifeng to go deeper into the forbidden area.

As soon as the two thrones of enlightenment left, the evil spirits that were originally afraid and dared not move forward surged up again.

Walking towards the top of Yincheng City, he continued to cast spells.

At that time, some evil spirits wearing thicker armor that could resist life-threatening fire were able to rush to the foot of the Great Wall in the West.

At that time, it was only half a day since the war began.

"..."

The depths of taboo.

Ma Zhi came from afar and landed on a ruined wilderness. Before he could stand firmly, countless dense vines emerged from the ruins.

As it came in overwhelming force, it also instantly bound it tightly.

Immediately afterwards, the ground cracked open, and a thousand-year-old willow spirit walked out of it. It used its roots as feet and walked across the wilderness.

"Good catch, good catch. You must be Ma Zhi, the third leader of the Ghost God Cult. I didn't expect you to escape so quickly. But now that you have fallen into the hands of Immortal Liu, I'm afraid you won't survive."

A voice came from inside the tree cage, "Your last name is Liu too?"

"You are worthy of the surname Liu?"

"Do you believe that if I send this name to the Willow God, the Willow God will come and kill you personally?"

When the Millennium Throne Willow Spirit heard this, he was immediately confused.

It is not afraid of others, but who wouldn't be afraid of the name of Willow God? !

"Then you go die first!"

"I'll kill the old thief from the Sima family, and then kill you, the second leader of the Ghost God Cult. Who can stop me?!"

Countless strips of paper spread out from the willow spirit's body again and pressed towards the tree cage, obviously intending to kill the Ma Zhi in one fell swoop.

"hehe."

A sneer came from inside the tree cage, but when the voice died down, an extremely bright sword light split the cage into two.

The moment the road in the sky appeared, it seemed to be blocked by something again.

However, the willow spirit in front of him had thousands of willow branches cut off by Ma Zhi's sword, and he was at a loss for a moment.

Similarly, it did not expect that Mazhi would have such means.

Ma Zhi, who had cut open the cage with a sword, appeared in the air again, his face looking a little ugly.

He had previously killed two thrones in succession, and now he had once again delivered a powerful sword.

Although this sword seems easy to strike, how could the willow spirit who could kill Sima Yue be an ordinary person?

His strength and background should be among the best among the thrones hidden by the old temple keeper.

Just as Ma Zhi gently stroked the sword.

In the wilderness far away in the east and west, two auras of the throne came again, one on the left and one on the right, plus the old willow spirit in front of him.

Just for a moment.

Mazhi was once again trapped in the siege of the Three-Headed Throne.

Seeing this, he could only smile bitterly and said, "Brother Ren Tu really thinks highly of me, Ma Zhi, to set up such a situation."

You can't run away, and now the great battles for enlightenment are happening in all the forbidden places.

If they run around, it's obvious that they are sending the three-headed throne to another place of enlightenment. When the two parties meet, it will really be true... It was you who brought the throne here?

So the only solution for now is to delay!
Drag them to another place where the battle is over, and then come here to rescue them.

"Come on, come on, I'm Ma Zhi, the swordsman from Langdang Mountain, and I've never been afraid of anyone!"

After he finished speaking, another brilliant sword light rose into the sky.

Thousands of miles away from here, a battle for the throne was also taking place, but the one fighting for the throne this time was not the one for proving the truth.

But he is a manifest god of the human race.

The god drew his sword again and again, but he could only force the throne back. He wanted to kill it, but was still helpless.

But when the swordsman saw two sword lights rising into the sky one after another, he understood.

Ma Zhi, the swordsman from Langdang Mountain, is calling for help.

After forcing the throne back with another blow of the sword, the swordsman finally looked behind his own shrine, where... there was a sheathless sword on his back.

As soon as he saw this sword, the swordsman recalled many unbearable past events.

But no matter how bad it is, it has come to an end.

He just felt a little bitter, and murmured in his heart: "Mother, although I promised you that day that I would give up the sword and learn the knife in this life, but now I really have no choice."

"I learned the sword and became a master of my own."

"But I have never put down this sword."

At this moment, Adao looked up at the armored throne that was attacking him again, and there seemed to be a sword energy in his eyes.

His spirit, sitting high in the shrine, suddenly took off the... unsheathed sword behind him!

At this moment, a long sword buried deep in the sword tomb in his heart was drawn out and slashed towards the sky.

At this moment, the sword cut open an extremely wide road on the sky.

Ah Dao laughed loudly and said:
"I have a sword that cannot be used for a hundred years."

"Today, Adao, the sword master's tomb, will raise his sword here!"

(End of this chapter)