Luck entry, starting from the Nine Dragons' succession

Chapter 40: Panic Heavenly Might, Sword Pavilion Saintess (Two in One)

Above the sky, lightning snakes dance wildly.

It was like a roaring dragon, tearing through the air and bursting out with dazzling light.

At this moment, the Yellow Springs Road seemed to be illuminated as brightly as day.

The horse-faced man's eyes sank slightly when he saw Fang Heng on top of the thunder dragon.

"Sir, could you please give me a favor?"

"As for today's events, you just need to stand by and watch. This bottle of Xuanyin Spiritual Liquid will be considered a gift to you."

The Xuanyin Spirit Liquid is worth a fortune.

This evil cultivator with a horse face was quite magnanimous in his moves.

Unfortunately……

"hehe--"

"I'm more interested in your head."

The cold words were mixed with murderous intent.

The roar of the thunder dragon echoed across the sky.

The old face under the horse-faced man's mask was as gloomy as water and ashen.

There was a crazy murderous intent flashing in his gloomy eyes.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The horse-faced man laughed angrily.

As an evil cultivator, he acts recklessly and unscrupulously.

If the Nine Yin Meridians were not too important and he did not want to cause any trouble, why would he bow to the Black Impermanence in front of him?
Unexpectedly, by bowing my head, I actually emboldened the other party.

"There are countless people who want to take my head."

"But they all became the dead souls of my men."

"Today I'll add you as one."

As soon as he finished speaking, the horse-faced man moved his ten fingers and made a strange hand seal.

Immediately afterwards, a thick yin energy rose into the sky.

It's like a wolf smoke signal!
Another example is turning into substance!

In this cold and ghostly atmosphere, you can even hear the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"Five ghosts become one, reaching the sky and destroying the earth."

As the horse-faced man's voice fell, Fang Heng felt it clearly.

The auras of the five ghosts began to blend together, becoming one.

As the auras of the five ghosts blended together, a giant ghost that stood tall and straight appeared in front of Fang Heng.

It is thirty feet tall, with two horns and four arms.

The pressure was so terrifying that even the air seemed to freeze.

When Shen Qiu Shui saw the giant ghost, her pretty face turned even paler and bloodless.

His breathing became rapid, and his full chest rose and fell.

If the horse-faced man attacks, he will go all out.

She definitely couldn't take a single blow.

Although the horse-faced man was arrogant in his words.

In fact, I was very cautious.

The Taoist thunder cultivators are simply born to be the nemesis of their lineage.

Even the aura of Lei Xiu in front of him.

It doesn't seem very strong, it's just at the level of controlling objects, so there's nothing to worry about.

However, he still did not dare to be arrogant.

Especially the terrifying blue thunder above the sky.

You can tell at a glance that this is no ordinary thunder.

Could it be the Yimu Divine Thunder of the Shenxiao Sect?
wrong!

Somewhat similar, but also different.

This green thunder seems to be more powerful than the Yi Mu divine thunder!
The first move he made was the horse-faced man's most powerful skill.

When the five ghosts of the fourth realm, their qi merged.

The strength is strong enough to compete with the ghosts of the fifth realm.

No matter how strong you are as a Lei Xiu, can you really surpass three levels and win the battle?
The giant ghost, with its feet on the ground, looks like a small hill, giving people a huge sense of oppression.

An ordinary cultivator in the realm of controlling objects would probably not even have the courage to take action when faced with such a terrifying ghost.

"Fortunately, I was cautious enough."

"Before taking action, I have made all the necessary preparations!"

Fang Heng thought secretly in his heart, and there was a faint flash of lightning in his dark eyes.

The five Jiamu divine thunders stored in the Heavenly Thunder Order had already been released and transformed into five thunder dragons above the sky.

The five thunder dragons seemed to feel the provocation of the giant monster.

The roar resounded through the sky.

Five thunder strikes!

Once you take action, go all out.

Fang Heng flipped his right hand and his jade palm fell.

The five thunder dragons are like the five fingers in his palm, which he can control as easily as with his arms.

boom--

Five thunder dragons, containing destructive power.

It fell down with the force of thunder.

Dazzling light!

A deafening roar!
It seemed as if he was venting endless anger.

This endless anger all fell on the giant ghost.

This scene is like the power of heaven.

There was a strange glint in Shen Qiushui's eyes.

The feeling of admiration is like a surging river, endless.

People outside say that the Ninth Prince is a sickly person.

It was not until today that I realized that seeing is believing.

Your Highness is so strong and fierce, yet so cruel.

There seemed to be tears in Shen Qiu Shui's eyes.

As for the horse-faced man, his mood at this moment was completely opposite to Shen Qiu Shui's.

A deep sense of uneasiness and inextricable confusion arose in his heart.

What kind of trick is this?
Can a Thunder Cultivator at the Controlling Objects Realm be so powerful?

"Break it for me!"

The horse-faced man shouted loudly.

Controlling the giant ghost, he raised his fist and hit the thunder dragon hard.

boom--

A huge ghost claw and a blue thunder dragon.

In mid-air, a head-on collision.

Black and blue intertwine and collide in the void.

The aftermath spread out in all directions.

Even if the ghosts were hundreds of feet away, they would be swept away by the aftermath and their souls would be shattered.

After the light flashes.

The giant ghost's claws disappeared.

It was actually cut off by the Thunder Dragon.

The horse-faced man's mood sank to the bottom.

After just one encounter, the giant ghost suffered a great loss.

Fang Heng was not at all surprised when he saw this scene.

The horse-faced man only saw the power of the Thunder Dragon, but did not see the strength of the Soul Catcher's fate.

It can be said that each of his moves is a critical hit to ghosts and spirits.

"fall!"

Thunder falls.

Violent as rain.

It goes on and on, as if there is no end.

There was a burning smell in the air.

It seemed as if even breathing was stinging like thunder.

boom--

boom--

boom--

boom--

When all five thunder dragons fell.

Click, click, click!

A broken sound sounded.

As the giant ghost was crushed by the thunder dragon, fear rushed straight to the top of the horse-faced man's head.

"escape--"

Keeping the green hills, you don’t have to worry about running out of firewood!

At this time, the horse-faced man no longer cared about the Nine Yin Meridians.

The only thought in his mind was to escape.

This place is the Yellow Springs Road, naturally suitable for performing ghost escape techniques.

A faint light shot up into the sky.

Flying towards the exit of Huangquan Road at a high speed.

The speed was so fast that it seemed to leave a trail of afterimages in the void.

"Hei Wuchang, I will remember today's revenge. Next time..."

"next time?"

"no more chance!"

Fang Heng snorted coldly.

How could he let a tiger go back into the mountains?
The words fell.

Five lightning-inducing flags, located in five directions, emit dazzling purple light.

Faintly, it shines in harmony with the thunder dragon above the sky.

"Jiamu Divine Thunder, rise!"

Fang Heng activated his magic power, and green thunder erupted from his palm.

Guided by the thunder-attracting flag, he fled into the distance.

Just less than a breath.

The Thunder Cage appeared out of thin air.

Shrouded above the Yellow Springs Road.

Seeing this scene, the horse-faced man felt dizzy.

How could he not know that Hei Wuchang had been plotting against him for a long time?

"Bai Wuchang, you are despicable and shameless."

"You actually plotted against me!"

The horse-faced man roared angrily, his eyes bloodshot. He blamed all the defeat today on Shen Qiushui.

If it weren't for the other party's conspiracy, how could I have fallen into such a desperate situation?
The thunder cage gradually shrinks.

Just as the sword was about to fall on him, the horse-faced man was completely panicked.

"Hei Wuchang, spare my life."

"From now on, I am willing to be your slave, and I dare to..."

Before he could finish his words, the Jiamu Divine Thunder came crashing down.

Rumbling--

Rumbling--

Lightning and roar intertwined.

Mixed with the power to destroy everything.

It seems as if it wants to wipe out everything between heaven and earth.

After three breaths.

The thunder dispersed.

The horse-faced man's body is nowhere to be found.

Not even a scrap of meat was left.

Only a piece of white finger bone fell to the ground.

Fang Heng picked up the finger bone; it was cold, like an ice cube.

It looks ordinary and is no different from ordinary finger bones.

But it was able to remain intact under the bombardment of the Jiamu Divine Thunder, so it was obviously not an ordinary thing.

Fang Heng put away his finger bones and walked towards Shen Qiu Shui.

Shen Qiu Shui had already exhausted all his strength and was relying solely on his own willpower to persevere.

Now that the battle was over, Shen Qiu Shui's legs softened and she fell into Fang Heng's arms.

The faint fragrance of a young girl wafted into my nose.

"Miss Shen, are you okay?"

"Well... I'm just a little tired!"

Shen Qiu Shui felt the palm on her slender waist, and her pretty face felt slightly hot. She didn't dare to look up and looked directly at Fang Heng.

"The Yellow Springs Road is not safe, let's leave first."

"Well...it's all up to Your Highness."

After returning to Tingyuxuan, Fang Heng quickly fed Shen Qiu Shui a rejuvenation pill to help her regulate her breathing.

A quarter of an hour later, Shen Qiu Shui's pale face finally turned rosy.

"Thank you for your help, Your Highness."

"There is no way to repay the kindness of saving a life..."

"This time, are you finally going to pledge your love to me?"

Fang Heng joked, this seemed to be the second time Shen Qiu Shui had "nothing to repay her".

Shen Qiu Shui turned red instantly, and her pretty face looked like it could drip blood.

He lowered his head and snorted softly through his nose.

Whispering in a voice as light as a mosquito's.

"If Your Highness insists that I pledge myself to you, it is not impossible..."

"Cough cough!"

Fang Heng coughed quickly, interrupting Shen Qiu Shui's words.

It's just a joke, that's all.

If the line is really crossed, Fang Heng has no idea what Wu Xiang, who is obsessed with his daughter, will do.

"Miss Shen, you are cultivating the legacy of a novelist."

Seeing Fang Heng change the subject, Shen Qiu Shui's eyes revealed a hint of loss.

However, she quickly adjusted her mood.

"Your Highness has a sharp eye and can tell my lineage at a glance."

"What I'm cultivating is the legacy of a novelist."

"Hasn't the novelist tradition been broken?" Fang Heng was a little curious.

Among the various schools of thought, except for the four lucky ones, namely the Agricultural School, the Military School, the Mohist School and the Yin-Yang School, the other traditions have long been lost in the long river of history.

"I'm lucky too." Shen Qiu Shui said softly, with a hint of reminiscence in her eyes.

"I have been weak since childhood and was diagnosed with the Nine Yin Absolute Meridians. I cannot practice martial arts, and I have no spiritual roots, so I cannot practice Taoism."

"I thought that cultivation was not something I would be able to do in this life."

"It's just... when I was twelve years old, I discovered a cave while out for an outing."

"In the cave, I found a jade slip that records the novelist's inheritance."

"I didn't expect that, by accident, I would be able to practice the novelist's inheritance."

"Also, the Fengdu Road Guide was also found in the cave."

After listening to Shen Qiu Shui's experience, Fang Heng felt that he was too familiar with it.

An adventure in a cave, isn’t this a standard feature of the protagonist in fantasy online novels?

"Master Wu Xiang, do you know that you have cultivated the inheritance of the novelist?"

Shen Qiu Shui shook her head and looked at Fang Heng with a pleading look.

"Father doesn't know yet, please keep it a secret for me, Your Highness."

"Don't worry, I won't tell Wu Xiang."

"Thank you, Your Highness. I owe you another favor."

Shen Qiu Shui paused, then changed the subject and said.

"My legacy as a novelist has reached its limit."

"I am participating in the trade fair today to trade the novelist's subsequent inheritance."

"I didn't expect that this was a trap set for me by Horse-Face."

"I was too careless and fell into a trap!"

Shen Qiu Shui's eyes darkened, and she thought of what happened in the City of Life and Death, her face still full of regret.

"Is that horse-faced man going after your Nine Yin Meridians?" Fang Heng asked.

Shen Qiushui nodded slightly and said angrily.

"People with Nine Yin Meridians have a strong Yin energy in their blood, which is a great tonic for ghosts."

"The Horse-Faced Guard somehow discovered my Nine Yin Absolute Meridians and wants to capture me and keep me as a captive ghost."

Shen Qiu Shui couldn't imagine how miserable his fate would be if the horse-faced man succeeded today.

The look she gave Fang Heng became more grateful and gentle.

"The novelist's subsequent inheritance?"

"Fake!"

Shen Qiu Shui was discouraged, his eyes were dull and he felt depressed.

Seeing Shen Qiu Shui's expression, Fang Heng touched his chin and said calmly.

"If a novelist wants to improve his strength, there are other ways besides subsequent inheritance."

"I know I can write more popular novels..."

"It's just that my Legend of Lady Shen is already a very popular novel."

"Even the ladies in the palace read my novels."

When Shen Qiu Shui talked about "The Legend of Female Hero Shen", she felt both proud and helpless.

She is proud of her talent in story-writing and has written the most popular novel in Yujing City at the moment.

Unfortunately, the upper limit of a novelist's inheritance is not high.

Even though she wrote a popular novel, her ability was still mediocre among her peers.

Even worse than Fang Heng in the second realm.

Fang Heng smiled knowingly.
The Legend of Lady Shen is the upper limit of Daqian.

But it is not the upper limit of novels.

He doesn't want too many novel stories in his mind.

Just the saying "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west" has been popular for countless years.

"Miss Shen, I have a story here, please listen to it."

"The poem says: Before the world was divided, the world was in chaos, and it was so vast and boundless that no one could see it..."

At first, Shen Qiu Shui just didn't want to dampen Fang Heng's enthusiasm, so he just listened.

But soon, she became addicted.

Your Highness is also so talented in writing novels.

It would be a waste not to write novels.

……

Jiange.

One of the ten great Dao courts.

It is the holy place in the hearts of countless sword practitioners.

The girl is dressed in blue and has a slender figure.

He has a heroic appearance and it is difficult to tell whether he is a man or a woman.

There is a deep determination revealed between his eyebrows.

The girl in green took out her master's belongings and examined them carefully.

Chessboard... chess pieces...

"I hope that this exchange for the magical item will go smoothly."

"Master, if you are still alive, please protect this disciple."

Jiange, the main hall.

"Has the Saint made any unusual moves today?"

"Pavilion Master, the Saint is fine and shows no signs of escaping."

"I think the previous failed attempts to escape have already made the Saint aware of your power, Pavilion Master."

"Don't be careless!"

"The Saint's marriage concerns the alliance between our sect and the Shenxiao Sect, so there must not be any mistakes."

"I obey my orders."

……

Wangfu.

"Your Highness, you are back."

Yun Menglan smelled the fragrance on Fang Heng's body, her pretty face full of resentment as she spoke.

"Your Highness, would you like me to help you prepare the betrothal gifts and go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to propose marriage?"

"Cough cough!"

"Meng Lan, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Fang Heng rolled his eyes. He smelled a hint of jealousy from Yun Menglan.

"Your Highness, you don't need to comfort me."

"I am just a maid, how can I compare to the only daughter of the Prime Minister Wu?"

Seeing Yun Menglan jealous, Fang Heng put his arms around her waist and held the beautiful woman in his arms.

"I met Shen Qiushui today just to have tea."

"Drinking tea? Drinking enough to make you smell like someone else's perfume?"

Seeing that Yun Menglan was jealous, Fang Heng carried her on his shoulders and walked towards the bedroom.

This immediately caused Yun Menglan to exclaim.

"Your Highness, in broad daylight, you..."

(End of this chapter)