The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 259 Zhang Junbao, the Northern Emperor's Decree
Three years ago, Xiong Ba followed the imperial decree and established the Temple of War God, collecting all the martial arts books in the world in one pavilion, which was named the Arsenal.

Brush brush brush.
Inside the armory, a young man in his early twenties was sweeping the floor.

He had regular features, a high nose bridge, and was wearing shorts. He was meticulously sweeping the dust off the books.

Every time he cleaned a book, the man would smooth out the wrinkles on it and place dehumidifying and insect repellent pills around it.

"'Twenty-three Swords', 'Sacred Heart Sutra', 'Four Wonders of Chaos', these are already some of the most profound classics. Do I really have to follow the Vajra Method? But I can't ignore the warning of the treasure."

Gently putting the book back into the wooden box, the man touched the treasure hidden inside his clothes on his chest, sighed, and injected all the true energy in his body, which was only one step away from the state of being broken, into it.

Ninety-nine percent of the man's powerful true energy was devoured in an instant. His face turned pale and his steps seemed a little unsteady.

At this moment, there seemed to be a noise coming from the armory door, but he was in the deepest part and couldn't hear it clearly.

After a few breaths, there were the sounds of hurried footsteps approaching, followed by the voices of other disciples who were cleaning the room.

"Junbao, Zhang Junbao, come out quickly, stop cleaning, there is an important person who wants to see you, hurry to the Temple of the God of War."

Hearing this, Zhang Junbao was shocked and his heart skipped a beat, thinking that the fact that he had suppressed his cultivation had been discovered.

He subconsciously touched the things he kept close to his chest, rolled his eyes, and replied, "Brother Wang, I'm here. You said that an important person wants to see me? I'm just an ordinary disciple, why would anyone want to see me?"

Another person heard the voice and came to Zhang Junbao in two leaps: "I don't know either, but Deacon Qin Shuang is waiting outside, saying that the Venerable has summoned us."

"Your Majesty?"

Zhang Junbao's face changed, and he quickly and carefully thought about his recent actions in his mind. After finding that there was indeed no mistake, he was also confused.

There are three levels in the Temple of War God: disciples, deacons, and venerables.

Those who join the Temple of War God are all called disciples. There are tens of thousands of them. They are responsible for all chores and can read all martial arts books at will.

Deacons are responsible for managing disciples, and they are all people who are only one step away from the state of breaking.

As for the Venerable One, there are only four of them who have practiced the Vajra Dharma and can transform into a Dharmakaya.

At this moment, when the Venerable summoned Qin Shuang, the only person Zhang Junbao could think of was Xiong Ba, the former supreme master of the martial arts world and now the highest authority in the Temple of War God.

"Lord Xiongba summoned me? How could that be? Does he know that I have a treasure?" Zhang Junbao stood there in a daze, somewhat reluctant to move.

The higher the level of martial arts one reaches, the more one can understand the difference between a warrior and a King Kong.

He spent three years learning most of the martial arts secrets, and even took the opportunity to observe the Broken Atlas while cleaning, and his cultivation level was comparable to that of Qin Shuang outside the door.

After practicing to this level, one can already initially control the vital energy of heaven and earth, but after seeing the King Kong driving lightning and controlling wind and fire, one is still deeply shocked.

He has a big secret. He has been a recluse in the War God Temple for three years and rarely appears in front of the Venerables or anyone he knows.

"I really can't figure it out. Am I really exposed? If the Venerable asks for the treasure later, how should I deal with it?"

He was still thinking, but he was pulled out and ran: "Don't be dazed, hurry up, if you are late and get punished, it will be uncomfortable."

He reluctantly walked out of the armory and saw Qin Shuang standing at the door, sizing him up: "Are you Zhang Junbao? Your ancestral home is Fengxi Village? You have two elders in your family, and your name is Zhang Changgui?"

Zhang Junbao was startled, his pupils shrank sharply, and he said in a lost voice: "Grandpa? How is he? How did Deacon Qin know?"

Qin Shuang glanced at him and said with a smile: "Of course your grandfather said so. He is in the Temple of War God right now. Let's go."

A stream of true energy carried Zhang Junbao, and the two flew towards the Temple of the God of War.

Listening to the whistling wind in his ears, Zhang Junbao couldn't help but ask, "Deacon Qin, my grandfather is old and can't move easily, why did he come all the way here?"

He was extremely nervous, fearing that he had been abducted here and used as a bargaining chip to blackmail him.

"My parents died early. If this is true, I can only give up the treasure to keep them safe." He sighed, feeling deeply powerless.

Qin Shuang just thought that he was worried about the two elders, so he sighed that his filial piety was commendable, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the old man has obtained the immortal fate, and now he has regained his youth and looks about the same age as you." "Immortal fate?"

Zhang Junbao was stunned and immediately thought of the scene that appeared in the sky a few days ago.

A divine man sank the Japanese island with one sword. His divine power was so great that it terrified all living beings.

Qin Shuang nodded and said solemnly: "Yes, it is the Immortal Fate, and the headmaster of the Holy Land has already descended from the upper realm and is waiting for you in the Temple of War God."

Boom!
Hearing this, Zhang Junbao felt his heart almost stop beating. He said in a hushed voice, "The headmaster of the Holy Land? How could he be such a big shot?"

His heart sank. Facing such a high and mighty figure, he was afraid that his little trick would be exposed at the first glance.

Seeing his pale face, Qin Shuang comforted him, "Don't be afraid. The headmaster is such a great man, how could he embarrass you? You just need to be respectful. You need to think carefully about what to choose later."

"Choice? What choice?" Zhang Junbao didn't understand the meaning of the words.

Qin Shuang just shook his head, landed at the entrance of the War God Temple, and finally said: "Don't ask any more questions. Remember, keep silent, be polite, and don't act rashly."

Zhang Junbao was brought into the Temple of War God in a daze. He was full of nervousness and followed Qin Shuang with his head down.

The two men entered and after some greetings, Zhang Junbao looked up and saw the headmaster of the holy land sitting on a cushion.

I saw a man on the first seat with two beards on his forehead, one red and one blue, holding a black and white divine ruler in his hands. Behind him, water and fire Tai Chi were flowing, and a mysterious energy was rising to the sky.

In addition to several familiar venerables, there were also two young men and women sitting on the cushions around him, looking at him with concern.

Zhang Junbao couldn't believe it and asked tentatively, "Grandpa and grandma?"

"Junbao." The two of them smiled happily, their voices no longer old-fashioned, but full of energy.

Chen Yulou was sitting on the cushion. With just one glance, he could tell Zhang Junbao's cultivation level. Although his true energy was exhausted, his realm was exactly the same as Qin Shuang's. He was only one step away from the state of destruction.

He frowned slightly, feeling unhappy, and said coldly: "Your cultivation has been broken, why are you hiding it?"

Zhang Junbao's heart trembled, and before he could reply, he heard Chen Yulou say, "Forget it, it's not a big deal. I called you here because of these two things."

A treasure vase and a Taoist book flew in front of Zhang Junbao.

After Chen Yulou explained the whole story in a few words, he said bluntly: "You have half an incense stick of time to make your own decision."

Only at this point did Zhang Junbao come back to his senses.

He stared straight at the Aquarius Book in front of him, then looked at his grandparents with eager faces, and subconsciously touched his chest.

His biggest secret is hanging inside his clothes.

He still remembers clearly today that when he was nine years old, a meteor fell from the sky and landed three feet in front of him.

There was no rare iron from the nine heavens in that meteorite, only a piece of magical decree.

There are two words engraved on the front of the token: Beidi.

There are four characters engraved on the back: Taixuan Zhimo.

He was connected with the token mentally and knew that he needed to cultivate magical powers to activate it, but there was no practice method in this world, only martial arts.

No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you only have true energy, not magic power.

Until three years ago, rumors spread throughout the world that an immortal had descended, founded the Temple of the God of War, confiscated all martial arts books in the world, and widely spread the method of breaking the Vajra.

He could have achieved the Vajra-breaking state a year ago, but every time he did this, the token would sound an alarm and cause him to fall out of state. It seemed that as long as he practiced the Vajra method, he would make some irreparable mistake.

(End of this chapter)