One person ascends to the Pure Huang Court

Lao Meng looked at Hu Xiuwu timidly: "Xiuwu, we don't know what you want, but Director Zhao has already said that if you give up resistance now and go back with us, then Director Zhao can give you another chance."

"Let's go, Xiuwu, take Chen Duo with you and go back with us. Don't be stubborn anymore."

The laurel wreath slowly came out of its sheath, and its momentum gradually rose.

The ruined ancient city

Unable to suppress the Yin Jun who is about to ascend the throne.

Taking a step forward, people seem to become taller than the city.

Hu Xiuwu said coldly: "I have spent so much effort, do you think I will go back with you at this time?"

"Then there's nothing more to say. Lao Xiao, Brother Clarinet, both of you stay away. I won't hurt you!"

As soon as Hu Xiuwu said no, Wang Zhenqiu took over the conversation straightforwardly and couldn't wait to take out the freshly made mask he had just made last night.

A clay sculpture of a Sanxingdui human face mask.

However, compared with the normal Sanxingdui mask, the lines of this mask are softer, and the style has changed from solemn to gentle and cute.

In simple terms, this mask is cuter than the original Sanxingdui mask.

After so many years, Wang Zhenqiu also upgraded the medium he needed to use the divine mask, abandoning the original rigid plastic mask and replacing it with a more flexible medium.

The magic tool of the Zhang family of Tianjin Clay Figurines: clay modeling.

The magic weapon, clay, can change its shape flexibly under the stimulation of Qi. Combined with the special hard Qigong of Zhang the Clay Man lineage, the clay can be transformed into a variety of weapons. It can even be transformed into a clay doll warrior under the control of Zhang the Clay Man's descendants to assist in combat.

After accidentally learning about the clay sculpture skills of Zhang Yima,

Wang Zhenqiu then flattered himself and used his self-proclaimed good popularity to successfully convince the Zhang family of the Clay Figures to give Wang Zhenqiu a little bit of clay in order to calm the situation and spend money to avoid disaster.

Of course, in the process, Wang Zhenqiu also used a little bit of insignificant pestering and persuasion.

However, Wang Zhenqiu always knows when to do such things.

He only got the entry-level spells from Huode Sect, and the predecessor of the Love Massage, Tongbiquan, was only the old version. He never pushed for more, so over the years, he had many tricks, but the only fundamental skill he had was the Godhead Mask.

This time he asked the lineage of Zhang the Clay Man for the modeling clay because he knew that the lineage of Zhang the Clay Man had a secret technique that could mass-produce the magical tool - the modeling clay.

As long as the product is finished, don’t be greedy for secret techniques, just stop when you have achieved the desired result.

Even though it makes you hate him to the core and feel disgusted, you won't go to war with him to the death over such a small matter.

This is why the cancer of the southwest is "famous all over the world" but can still survive to this day.

With the plasticine, Wang Zhenqiu no longer has to wear many masks every time he goes on a mission like he did before.

However, since Wang Zhenqiu lacked the unique secret skills of Zhang the Clay Man lineage, Wang Zhenqiu could not wield clay like Zhang the Clay Man's descendants. He could only use Qi to mold the face of the god he wanted to play before the battle.

For example, Nezha, Sun Wukong,

as well as,

Wang Zhenqiu couldn't wait to put on the mask. Before the mask fitted his skin, a powerful voice like a huge bell echoed in his mind:

"Strive for the interests of the people all your life!"

Although it was expected, Wang Zhenqiu still couldn't help but complain:

"Brother, you are the oldest god alive today. How come you are so enlightened?"

After making a complaint, Wang Zhenqiu still firmly put the mask on his face.

The power of faith mixed with his own Qi, forming a sticky Qi like clay, which spurted out from the edge of the mask and reshaped its appearance.

Six jades hang from his waist, and he carries the sun on his back.

The earth sent forth spears of stone, and the sun sent forth crows of fire.

Take a step forward, and the soft sand within a hundred meters turns into hard frost.

At this moment, Wang Zhenqiu has disappeared from the world, and the one standing here now is,

"Shishiro!!!"

Zhang Chulan's voice was so shocked that it shone.

No matter how cunning you are, you will not be able to keep your sanity when you see the protagonist of the anime you watched in junior high school appear in front of you.

Xia Liuqing, who has been immersed in the way of faith for many years, understands the horror of Wang Zhen's ball best at this time.

He protected the Golden Phoenix behind him, holding the painted gloves in his hands, and muttered to himself: "What kind of god did this bastard invite? In today's society, there are actually gods that have such powerful power and such abundant faith."

"Shishiro, Shishiro!"

Gong Qing was dumbfounded at first, but when he figured it out, he was overjoyed and his eyes lit up: "So that's how it is, so that's how it is, how big is the game if you can do it anywhere?"

Hu Xiuwu exhaled: "Shizilang's real body didn't come, it seems you didn't prepare mulberry wood."

If the real Shishiro came, he would turn around and leave without saying a word.

But it is just Wang Zhen ball that borrowed the power of Shizilang.

"We can win this battle!"

Chapter 377

Jingle Bell!

Among the row of fixed confidential phones on the left side of the large desk, one of the single-line phones representing Phoenix Mountain rang.

Zhao Fangxu had been waiting for news for a long time, and as soon as the phone rang, he picked it up.

"Chairman, Shishiro's power has been borrowed."

Zhao Fangxu said seriously: "I understand. Let Shizilang try his best to meet the needs of the other party and keep good records of the tasks."

"Yes."

Bang!

Zhao Fangxu hung up the phone and continued to look at the documents on the table, staring at the handsome young man on the document in a daze:

What went wrong?

Hu Xiuwu unilaterally rejected Er Zhuang's communication, including the phone call from Fenghuang Mountain.

Faced with the evidence, no matter how much Zhao Fangxu didn't believe it, he had to admit that there was indeed something wrong with Hu Xiuwu.

Zhao Fangxu thought it was just a simple plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, but something went wrong in the place where he thought it was the most foolproof.

Hu Xiuwu almost grew up under Zhao Fangxu's care. He once thought that he paid enough attention to Hu Xiuwu and knew all his secrets.

Now it seems that he only knew the tip of the iceberg of Hu Xiuwu's secrets.

The location of the Jingjue Ancient City was jointly agreed upon by him and Hu Xiuwu. No one knew better than Hu Xiuwu what was inside and what was not.

Hu Xiuwu didn't even care much about the divine object, the Zhuchen Pearl, and easily gave it to Nadutong. What was there in the Jingjue Ancient City that was worth him breaking up with Nadutong? He just wanted to get it.

Kunlun sacred tree? Corpse-scented konjac?

"No, those two things are not worthy of such a big ceremony."

In the empty office, only Zhao Fangxu's own murmurs echoed.

Flipping through Hu Xiuwu's file, Zhao Fangxu carefully recalled his impression of Hu Xiuwu.

The first time I heard the name Hu Xiuwu was because he discovered the tomb of Li Chunfeng under the Fishbone Temple.

Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang of Shangqing were close friends.

And Hu Xiuwu and the others worked together to create the Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Ghosts.

If Li Chunfeng was able to plot against King Xian a thousand years ago, then it's not surprising that he left some plans for Shangqing.

The problem is that Li Chunfeng's previous plan spanned a thousand years, and the result was that he destroyed the Xian King who had transformed into a dragon, obtained the divine object, the Zhuchen Pearl, and dealt the final blow to the World-Destroying Snake.

The long-term strategy and remarkable results are rare in the world.

Just by glancing at the description of this huge plan from the records, Zhao Fangxu was impressed and felt inferior.

If he really had a second plan, what was the purpose of that plan?

It’s hidden so deeply, could it be more important than the death of the Snake God?

!!!

Thinking of this, Zhao Fangxu suddenly felt his hair stand on end and jumped up from his chair.

After standing there for a moment, Zhao Fangxu picked up the phone and said, "Hello, archives department, bring me all the information about Shangqing in the past 20 years. Yes, all of it. Give it to me right now!"

Yang Ming, Hu Xiuwu, what on earth do you want to do in Shangqing?

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The scorching sun hanging in the sky has become an ornament. You can see its movement and touch its light, but you can no longer feel any warmth from the sun.

The ancient city of Jingjue, located deep in the desert, welcomed something it had not seen in thousands of years.

cold winter.

In the ancient city of Jingjue, houses collapsed and sand ridges were covered with frost.

The sharp-edged stalagmites and the piercing iron spikes collided silently, like a fight between dragons and pythons, with stone chips and iron powder intertwined, like scales.

The fire crows cried and the sword energy howled.

The once pearl of the desert, now the dilapidated and deserted city of Jingjue, has become a battlefield that can barely support the fight between Hu Xiuwu and Shizilang.

There was no fighting between Quan Xing and the temporary workers. Even the martial arts fanatic Ding Shimaan did not start a war without authorization.

Both parties calmly withdrew from the Jingjue Ancient City and stood on both sides of the city gate, being wary of each other, watching and being surprised.

Because both sides know that the outcome of today is no longer something they can decide.

Only the winner has the right to control.

The writer of the ending,

The only one who can come out of the ancient city is the winner.

"It's snowing. It's actually snowing in the desert under the scorching sun."

A piece of white snowflake floated onto Gong Qing's shoulder. He looked at the battle situation in the city and talked to himself in a trance.