Day and night tour

Chapter 275: Stars, Broken Cauldron

The map of mountains and rivers was grabbed out inch by inch from the empty mirror.

In Zhou Xuan's eyes, time became extremely slow, but in the eyes of the dragon dance team members who attacked Zhou Xuan, they only felt that the bones and teeth around Zhou Xuan were moving at an incredibly fast speed.

It was clearly just a bone tooth, but because its speed was too exaggerated, the traces it passed by merged and condensed into a substantial white ball of light, which seemed to be impenetrable to water.

The members of the dragon dance team also took out the fire whips in their hands and stabbed them towards Zhou Xuan's bone tooth light ball.

As soon as the tip of the fire whip touched the ball of light, it was cut into two pieces.

"Mother Yuan, we can't do anything to Zhou Xuan? Please help."

The members of the dragon dance team can do nothing about Zhou Xuan's protective bones and teeth, so they currently have only two choices.

Or they could work together, with the fire whips in the hands of twenty or thirty people constantly stabbing at Zhou Xuan's protective bones and teeth.

There were enough fire whips to grind Zhou Xuan's bones and teeth into pieces.

But how long will it take to do this? There is no fixed number.

This group of Zoroastrian disciples made a surprise attack on East Market Street, and the key was to be quick. If they took too much time, they would not be able to kill Zhou Xuan, but would attract the Wandering God Division and would easily be wiped out.

Being wiped out in one fell swoop is a small matter. These team members are all death warriors. They didn't plan to go back alive when they came here. But if they couldn't kill Zhou Xuan, it would be a big deal.

So, they directly made the second choice and let Mother Yuan, who was hiding in the fog, take action.

Mother Yuan is seven incense sticks. If she attacks, she will definitely be able to defeat Zhou Xuan in an instant. Can the protective bones and teeth stop Mother Yuan's attack?

"Why are you in such a hurry? Just continue to consume Zhou Xuan."

Mother Yuan, who was hiding in the fog, yelled.

Mother Yuan was different from the other members of the dragon dance team. Before they set out, they received an order from the Zoroastrianism, which was to successfully kill Zhou Xuan no matter what the cost.
But Mother Yuan knew very well that the real purpose of attacking Zhou Xuan was just to attract the attention of the Parade of Gods and lure all the parading gods to Dongshi Street. Then the Second Master would take advantage of the absence of the Parade of Gods to smash the monitoring instruments of Mingjiang Mansion.

This is also the reason why Mother Yuan did not kill Zhou Xuan rashly. She also wanted to use Zhou Xuan to attract people from the Youshen Division.

"Use the magic circle to grind his bones and teeth."

After receiving the order from Mother Yuan, the dragon dance team regrouped their fire whips. Twenty or thirty fire whips danced and intertwined, forming a ball of flowing flames that rushed towards Zhou Xuan's protective bone teeth.

With this collision, Zhou Xuan felt that his hand, which had just pulled out the Map of Mountains and Rivers, was trembling.

But he was not panicked. The map of mountains and rivers was almost completely pulled out, and he could still hold on for a while.

"The dragon dance team obviously wanted to kill me quickly. Their first choice was not to use the formation to break my bones and teeth. But the so-called Mother Yuan did not mean to kill me quickly, otherwise she would have taken action long ago.

One group of people, two minds, that's a bit strange."

When Zhou Xuan thought of this, he suddenly understood something.

"This Yuan Mama has the Star-Covering Mist. She is the disciple of Star-Covering. She even knows that I live in East Market Street. She also knows that I have a strong sense of perception, so she brought the mist to block my sense of perception.
How could she not know that I have many helpers?"

Zhou Xuan didn't think that Mother Yuan could kill all the helpers around him. Since she, a disciple of Zhaxing, had such powerful combat capability, why was Zhaxing still hiding? Why didn't she just charge directly into Mingjiang Mansion?

"There is only one possibility. She is trying to make a feint to the east and attack in the west." Zhou Xuan immediately understood Yuan's mother's intention...

Mother Yuan was still surrounded by thick fog at this time. This thick fog could bless the scent of her incense... allowing her to release the aura of eight incense sticks with the cultivation of seven incense sticks.

The momentum was just her bluff, and it was also to attract the attention of the Mingjiang Prefecture's Youshen Division.

"Use the aura of eight incense sticks to vibrate Mingjiang's surveillance device."

……

"Boom! Boom!"

The Mingjiang Prefecture's Parade of Gods was built on the top floor of the Liyuan Building.

Inside the monitoring room, there stood an ancient bronze four-legged tripod with animal and dragon patterns on its body.

At this moment, the four-legged tripod vibrated violently and made a buzzing sound like a bell.

Gu Ling, the night patrolling deity, heard the sound and hurriedly pressed her right hand on the cauldron. She immediately saw a thick fog in East Market Street.

Judging from the amplitude of the shaking of the tripod, the person hiding in the fog is probably eight incense sticks taller than that.

"A demigod on earth with eight incense sticks appeared on East Market Street."

She immediately sent a secret letter to inform the painters and musicians, and then drove the parade lanterns towards Dongshi Street.

The speed of the parade lanterns was not as fast as the painter's spatial law, nor as fast as Mr. Feng's human world, or Zhou Xuan's daily soul travel, but it was just not as fast as these extreme speeds.

Its cruising speed is also quite impressive.

Dozens of seconds later, the lantern representing the patrolling gods of Mingjiang Prefecture flew over Dongshi Street.

"Who is this evil person causing chaos in Mingjiang Prefecture?"

Gu Ling, who was holding a night patrol lantern, descended into the fog. After activating the Kongming Mirror, she lit seven incense sticks.

Although according to the signal sent by the monitoring ancient tripod, the person in the fog may be Bazhuxiang.

But Gu Ling was confident that she could use her own skills to delay the Eight Incense Sticks until the painter could tear through the space and come over.

When Zhou Xuan heard Gu Ling's voice, he activated the secret realm human brain, making a sharp whistling sound, amplifying his voice several times.

"Gu Ling, send a secret letter to the painter, telling him not to come to Dongshi Street. This group of people came to attack me by surprise, but it was just a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain."

Zhou Xuan shouted sternly.

Gu Ling trusted Zhou Xuan very much. Since he had already said that it was a strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain, then it must be a strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

She quickly composed a secret letter to inform the painter.

Not only Gu Ling heard Zhou Xuan's words, but also Yuan's mother who was hiding in the fog.

She also could not have expected that Zhou Xuan's reaction would be so sharp. He was clearly trapped in the protective bones and teeth by the disciples of the Zoroastrianism, but he did not worry about his own life and even understood her intention of a surprise attack.

"No wonder Jingdeng lost."

Mother Yuan didn't care about much at this moment. She wanted to kill Gu Ling to prevent her from sending the secret letter.

In the mist, she transformed into a divine arrow, flying towards Gu Ling's forehead.

"call!"

The magic arrow was carried by the wind, like a streak of black light. When the arrow tip was only one foot away from Gu Ling's eyebrows, a folding fan was hung in front of Gu Ling's face. With a "snap", the folding fan automatically opened and blocked the arrow.

Ding!
After the collision of the sound of metal and stone, the magic arrow incarnated by Yuan Mama was blocked.

A slim figure appeared, holding the folding fan, and stood with his head held high, with an elegant demeanor.

Yuan Buyu opened his folding fan and gently waved it. He looked at Mother Yuan and smiled warmly as if he had met an old friend. “Heaven is to earth, rain is to wind, the continent is to the sky. As opponents, they must be suitable.
It is just right for your young disciples to fight with my disciple. It is in accordance with seniority. It is more appropriate for the two of us to compete with each other in terms of skills.”

As soon as Mother Yuan saw the folding fan, she knew that the person opposite was a storyteller.

She had heard from the young lady a long time ago that Zhou Xuan had a master who was a storyteller and burned seven incense sticks.

"Humph, I can't afford to gamble with you storytellers."

Now that Yuan Buyu had arrived, Mother Yuan knew that the situation was hopeless.

She could neither kill Zhou Xuan nor stop Gu Ling from sending the secret letter.

In this case, she must preserve her useful body and escape quickly.

"Now I am the young lady's only human being, I cannot die."

Mother Yuan turned around and shuttled through the fog, leaving the battlefield. Yuan Buyu did not move, but crushed the wake-up stick behind his back.
The good wake-up stick immediately turned into countless wooden slags, which burst into the fog...

……

Mother Yuan can achieve extremely fast speed in the fog. As long as she does not leave the fog, she can come and go freely like Mr. Wind.

She extended the fog to the north mountain of Dongshi Street, and her figure disappeared in the fog, like a fish swimming in water, natural and comfortable.

A few moments later, Mother Yuan appeared in the wild forest of Beishan. She stood on the mountain and looked at the battle on East Street. The Zoroastrianism's fire array was still grinding Zhou Xuan's protective bones and teeth like a millstone.
Gu Ling is sending a secret message.

It’s just that Yuan Buyu is not there.

"Where's the storyteller?"

"clatter."

An old, skinny finger tapped lightly on the fan ribs, making a crisp sound.

"Master Zhaxing, you also spent seven incense sticks, and I also spent seven incense sticks, but you didn't even make a move and you escaped by escaping through the mist. That's not very polite."

Yuan Buyu's voice frightened Yuan's mother so much that she turned her head quickly. She saw an old man in a long green gown standing under a wild peach tree.

"How can you catch up with me?"

Yuan's mother was very surprised.

She had never heard that Yuan Buyu had any method to increase his speed.

It's not like he hasn't understood the laws of space.

"You didn't even run away, why do I need to chase you?"

Yuan Buyu flicked the folding fan again, and the surrounding environment changed instantly. Mother Yuan found herself standing on Dongshi Street again, surrounded by the dragon dance team.

"The storyteller's dream?"

"I said it's reality now, do you believe it?"

"I can only believe it if I can create fog."

Mother Yuan clenched her right hand, and a cloud of white mist spread from her feet. This time, she transformed herself into the form of mist, trying to hide in the mist and escape again. But she never thought about... why did she fail in her first escape?

"There is fog and starlight in the star-blocking area. Disciples who have practiced the Mist Method can be reborn in the fog, changing into various forms.
A disciple who has cultivated the Starlight Method can borrow the power of the stars. You are a disciple of the Misty Sect of the "Star Covering" Hall."

Mother Yuan was a little flustered. She found that no matter where she hid in the fog, Yuan Buyu's soft words could be heard clearly in her ears.

"It's a pity that this fog doesn't come from you, but from my dream."

Yuan Buyu knocked on the fan bones again, the fog dissipated, and Yuan's mother fell out of the fog.

“It turns out that I have already fallen asleep.”

Mother Yuan gave up resistance.

Facing the "Storyteller" gang, she felt powerless, just like the other gangs in Jing State.

The storyteller’s dream is too strange. Although no storyteller has broken through to the level of eight incense sticks in the past three hundred years, the storyteller of seven incense sticks is extremely famous.

When it comes to crossing borders to kill the enemy, the storyteller gang is undoubtedly the best.

"In my dream, in Pingshui Prefecture and Mingjiang Prefecture, apart from my senior brother who escaped, I'm afraid that only Lord Jian could get away quickly."

The reason why Mr. Feng was able to escape from Yuan Buyu’s dream was because Mr. Feng was also a storyteller, and finding a way out in a dream was easier than eating and drinking.

Lord Jian was able to escape from the dream because his incense sticks were too strong - Yuan Buyu had only burned seven incense sticks not long ago, so the dream could not trap him.

"As for you, the disciple of Qizhuxiang, once your mist is trapped in my dream, you will not be able to escape."

Yuan Buyu said with a smile.

From beginning to end, Yuan's mother never left Dongshi Street.

The fragments of the wake-up wood create dreams in the mist.

"The storyteller's methods are so treacherous that I can't defeat him. It's a pity for my young lady. From now on, she will never walk in the world again."

When Yuan's mother said this, she was determined to die.

Sixty years later in Jiuli Mansion, the Zoroastrianism Fire Order was flashing with flames, and at the same time, flames were also burning on Yuan's mother's body.

This was the agreement between Yuan Mama and Zha Xing. If he could not escape unscathed from Dongshi Street this time, Zha Xing would activate the Zoroastrian Fire Order and burn Yuan Mama to death.

"Mother Yuan..."

Inside the coffin, Zha Xing was filled with sorrow.

When Jing Deng died, Zha Xing felt that she deserved to die. When Yuan Mama died, Zha Xing felt that he had lost a loved one.

"What a pity, I didn't get any information from you."

Yuan Buyu looked at Yuan's mother curled up in the fire and sighed.

Mother Yuan died.

Zhou Xuan's map of mountains and rivers was finally pulled out of the empty mirror.

The mirror image of the tattoo overlapped with the tattoo that Bone Teeth had drawn in the real world.

The map of mountains and rivers grew bigger in the wind, from a small picture to a size that spanned the entire sky above East Market Street.

"Move to the mansion."

Influenced by the Taoist priest's control of the nine prefectures in the Mountain and River Map, Zhou Xuan also learned how to use the Mountain and River Map.

However, due to the limitations of his Taoism, Zhou Xuan, who now has the combat power of six incense sticks, can only move two prefectures in the map of mountains and rivers.

He raised his hands as if holding up the sky and pressed his palms downwards, and Pingshui Prefecture and Mingjiang Prefecture in the map of mountains and rivers slowly fell out of the map.

The two palaces dropped from the picture, and the momentum of tens of thousands of pounds pressed down on the long whip fire formation of the Zoroastrianism disciples.

The flowing fire of the fire formation was suddenly compressed and shrunk. The magic formation cast by twenty or thirty disciples of the Five Incense Sticks School was unable to resist.

But they did not dare to give up. If they put away their whips now, they would be crushed to the point of breaking bones by the people of Pingshui Prefecture and Mingjiang Prefecture.

"Drop, keep dropping."

Zhou Xuan pressed down hard with both hands. The fire array had been compressed to the extreme, and cracks had appeared between the eyebrows of several people.

"fall!"

Zhou Xuan shouted again.

The momentum of the two palaces, coupled with Zhou Xuan's clenched teeth, pushed the two palaces down another ten feet.

The force brought by this ten feet was probably tens of thousands of pounds. Twenty or thirty Zoroastrian disciples were all forced to kneel on the ground, and the fire whips in their hands were broken into pieces.

Without the fire whip, the two palaces were no longer hindered from falling. After they fell suddenly, twenty or thirty enchanting blood-red flowers bloomed on the East Market Street...

After this battle, East Market Street was littered with corpses and debris.

"Disciple, I'm afraid your way of practicing is very different from others."

Yuan Buyu waved his folding fan and said to Zhou Xuan.

"Master, I have one picture for each of us, and I can suppress so many five-stick incense sticks. Isn't that a bit too strong?"

After Zhou Xuan comprehended the map of mountains and rivers, he felt that his methods were too harsh when he fought the enemy for the second time.

"That's what I'm saying."

Yuan Buyu pointed at the corpses on the ground and said, "In the Jing Kingdom, every time there is an extra stick of incense, the strength will be incomparable. For example, five sticks against six sticks, in a one-on-one fight, naturally they will be defeated.

But what about more than one? Even a vicious tiger is afraid of a pack of wolves. If they risk their lives, they will not be afraid of eight sticks.
If an ordinary six-stick warrior were surrounded by five or six five-stick warriors, he would be in danger of death.

Now, twenty or thirty Five-stick Incenses surrounded you, and they should have easily dealt with you, but your methods were too powerful, and you were able to counterattack them even though you had a slight advantage in the height of the incense. This is different."

Yuan Buyu said: "It is almost impossible for a low-ranking incense burner to cross the border and kill you by relying on their numbers."

Zhou Xuan was also in a good mood. For the first time, he experienced the power of Xiu Nuo.
Every hall, after practicing for a sufficient amount of incense, can comprehend another level of skills.

The method that the storyteller used on the nine incense sticks was called "The Book of Will", and the method that he tattooed on the nine incense sticks was called "Map of Mountains and Rivers".

"The Mountain and River Map is a powerful means to defeat the enemy. As for the Book of Will, I want to condense one and take a look."

Zhou Xuan said.

"When you condense it, I will come to watch the ceremony."

Yuan Buyu said.

……

In East Market Street, the surprise attack by Yuan Mama and the Zoroastrianism attracted the attention of the God Parade Department.

At this time, the Parade of the Gods was empty.

There was no one guarding the magic weapon monitoring cauldron anymore.

The "stars" with lion heads and human bodies traveled through time and stood in front of the tripod.

"Using Zhou Xuan to attract Youshensi is a last resort."

The stars knew that with the relationship between Youshensi and Zhou Xuan, once something happened to Zhou Xuan, they would go all out and rush to Dongshi Street.

However, if all the members of the Parade of Gods arrive at Dongshi Street, can Yuan Mama still escape?
This strategy of luring the tiger away from the mountain with the ultimate goal of destroying the "Monitoring Tripod" meant that Yuan's mother would die from the moment the plan was made.

"Mother Yuan, don't blame me. It's the Zoroastrianism that pushed us too hard."

Beneath the strong bodies of the stars lies infinite power.

He swung his right fist and smashed towards the body of the tripod.

"boom!"

There was a violent impact sound, and a powerful shockwave was emitted, but Qunxing felt that the feel of his punch was not right. When he punched out, the touch was unexpectedly a little soft...

The stars looked closely and saw that the tripod had already been covered with dense cracks.
The reason why this four-legged tripod did not break directly was because someone lifted it and took a punch. The cracks were caused by the person who took the punch flying backwards and hitting the tripod.

The man holding the fist is the painter.

The painter's body was lying in front of the tripod, his chest was bruised and ulcerated.

He chanted the protective spell to heal the holes in his body, then slowly climbed up, stroked the tripod and said, "It's broken, but luckily it didn't break into pieces."

"Painter, you should be in Dongshi Street."

"I should have been in Dongshi Street, but the young master was smart and he judged that you were trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain, so I came back."

"Even if you come back, you can't stop me from destroying this tripod."

"is it?"

Several of the lanterns from the Parade of Gods were returned to the monitoring room.

The musicians, Shang Wenjun, Li Chengfeng, Hua Qingying and others surrendered one after another.

Yuan Buyu told Zhou Xuan... the current situation of cultivation in Jing Country is that even a vicious tiger is afraid of a pack of wolves. Two eight incense sticks and two disciples who are waiting for something are going to fight for their lives with the stars, and the stars will not get any benefit.

"Get out of my way, everyone."

Qunxing's powerful body went berserk again. He wanted to use his extremely powerful body to break the monitoring bronze tripod of Youshensi, but there was one thing: he did not dare to reveal his true strength.

Qunxing, this master from the Shenhui Star Country, is the Nine Incense Sticks in the World...

(End of this chapter)