Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Before he could finish his words, You Niang covered his mouth and said, "You are a fool!"

With tears in her eyes, she clung to Ma Liang's arms tenderly, "My dear husband, I love you so much. I really love you so much!"

Ma Liang smiled. Having such a wife made his life worthwhile.

...

On a rock, two old men in black robes, one tall and one short, stood side by side, looking at the mountain shrouded in clouds not far away.

On the mountain peak, one can clearly see several green-faced and fanged ghosts fighting with more than ten monks.

The tall old man suddenly spoke up, "Were these ghosts drawn by Ma Liang?"

The short old man nodded, "Indeed, that magic brush is really impressive. Not only can it draw spirit stones and elixirs, it can also draw living creatures and monsters. Moreover, the cultivation base of these monsters is not bad, and they are all at the Return to Void Stage.

Ma Liang's cultivation level is at the Return to Void Realm. If nothing unexpected happens, the creature that emerges from the painting should be similar to the painter.

The tall old man was horrified and said, "If that's the case, then I must get this magic brush. If my king uses it to paint, wouldn't it be possible to continuously mass-produce powerful people in the Fusion Realm?

If my king's cultivation level were to improve further, he could mass-produce demons with Mahayana combat power. This entire Wanling World, including the seven great dynasties, would be trampled under my king's feet!"

The short old man laughed hoarsely, "Those monks are about to be defeated. I'll go take care of it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward and appeared directly on the top of the mountain.

As soon as he appeared, the aura of a great monk in the Spirit Severing Stage burst out wildly. No matter whether they were monks or ghosts who were fighting, their hearts were pounding and their bodies were stiff. They looked up at the figure of the short old man in horror.

The old man didn't even look at those monks who came from unknown forces.

In the world of cultivation, there are essentially only three realms.

Ant realm, fellow Taoist realm, senior realm.

Among the people he looked down upon at the moment, there wasn't even a great cultivator in the Spirit Severing Stage. Naturally, in his eyes, they were all ants!

He had no intention of exchanging pleasantries with the ants. He casually glanced at them and his eyes fell on the only two remaining ghosts whose skin was glowing with a cold green light.

"You were drawn by Ma Liang, so you should be able to sense his location, right?"

The two ghosts stared at him with some fear, wanting to speak, but seemed to have some reservations and hesitated to speak.

"I know that you were drawn by Ma Liang. Your life and death depend on his will, so I dare not betray you!"

"Just point out the direction. Once you get that pen, I guarantee you won't die at his hands!"

"Don't doubt whether I can do it..." the old man said proudly, "Because, I come from the underworld!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the few remaining monks around retreated in fear, with shock on their faces.

The underworld?

The two ghosts also showed expressions of fear and shock at the same time!

In terror, the two fang ghosts exchanged crazy glances.

What is the underworld?

I do not know!

Don’t you know you’re terrified?

I was shocked because I saw other people were shocked! What about you? Do you know?

I do not know either!

So what are you shocked about?

I saw that you were shocked, so I was horrified too!

Shit, neither of us knows what the underworld is, what should we do next?

Never mind, just be shocked like everyone else.

The two ghosts nodded secretly and continued to maintain shocked expressions. They gasped in fear and made a small contribution to the global warming project in the world of all spirits.

The short old man was very satisfied with the performance of the two green-faced ghosts. He liked to see the terrified expressions on others' faces when they heard the word "Underworld".

That feeling brought him deep satisfaction.

"Now that you know my abilities in the underworld, can you tell me where Ma Liang is?"

The two ghosts looked at each other and began to communicate with each other frantically.

say?

Say!

But I have to say that if the master finds out, we will die!

Fool, if you don’t tell me now you will die!

Should I die now or might die later? I don’t even know how to choose.

Soon, the two spineless ghosts chose to rebel.

I am just a ghost that walked out of a painting. I just want to survive. What have I done wrong?

I'm a ghost, what moral integrity do you expect from us?

.....

The two shameless ghosts led the two old men, one tall and one short, to the outside of an underground cave.

Looking at the faint fluctuations of the restriction outside the cave, the short old man smiled slightly, "The Heaven-Sealing Forbidden Technique... Unfortunately, it's just a defective product and can't grasp the essence of this restriction. Otherwise, even if I were standing here, I wouldn't be able to see any clues.

It seems that the pen is not effective in everything!

But it doesn't matter, after getting this thing, there is plenty of time to study it slowly!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped out. The two green-faced ghosts exploded with a bang and turned into a ball of ink that spilled all over the ground.

"I, the people of the underworld, keep my word. If I promise you won't die at Ma Liang's hands, then you definitely won't die at his hands!"

After dealing with the two ants, the short old man said to the tall old man beside him, "I'll go in and take a look first. You stay outside. I think there are experts who are also interested in this thing."

The tall old man nodded and said, "Quickly take the money. If anyone breaks in, I will stop them!"

The short old man nodded slightly, slapped his palm and shattered several formation flags underground, then stepped into the deep cave and saw Ma Liang and his wife hugging each other.

"I'm from the underworld. Hand over the magic pen and I promise not to kill you two. How do you do that?"

Chapter 629: Magic Brush Ma Liang, I've heard your story

Ma Liang did not respond to the short old man's words. At this moment, he was looking down at the identity compass in his hand.

But on the compass, a countdown number appeared.

"There are still twenty breaths until the mission acceptor arrives."

nineteen,

eighteen,

Seventeen

...

The short old man's expression changed. He also saw this scene. "Have you asked for help?"

He stretched out his old arm and grasped it in the air. In an instant, the magic pen in Ma Liang's hand flew out uncontrollably and fell into the old man's hand.

After glancing at the pen in his hand and confirming that it was the treasure he was looking for, the old man sneered.

"I wanted to give you a chance to live, but you summoned others to plot against me. If that's the case, I won't let you go!"

Seeing that the number on the identity compass in Ma Liang's hand had turned into fifteen, the old man no longer wasted time. He raised his hand and pointed, and a gray beam of light rushed straight towards Ma Liang's eyebrows.

After killing the man and covering up all traces, he still had at least ten breaths of time to leave. Ten breaths of time was enough for him and his two senior brothers to escape!

However, the moment the gray beam of light approached Ma Liang, it was like ice and snow encountering flames. With a hissing sound, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated in the air.

The short old man was stunned. "You have a powerful spiritual treasure protecting you?"

His face lit up with joy, and he immediately made a hand seal to attack again, but at this moment, he saw the tall old man guarding outside walked in with a strange look on his face.

The short old man frowned: "Brother, aren't you taking a walk outside?"

"Yes." The tall old man said, "I came in to tell you that the people from the Imperial City Bureau are here."

"I know!" the short old man said quickly, "We're only a dozen breaths away. Don't worry. Once I kill Ma Liang, we'll have plenty of time to leave!"

The tall old man shook his head, "I'm afraid it's too late! He's already here!"

The short old man was startled, "Where did you fall?"

The tall old man laughed bitterly, "It's behind me!"

After saying that, the tall old man turned to the side in a daze, revealing a young and tall figure wearing a black imperial robe.

When the short old man saw who was coming, his expression changed drastically. It was not that he thought the young man was scary, but that he felt a little confused.

"That's not right. Don't you still have ten breaths of time to get there?"

Song Xuan blinked, "What do you mean ten breaths? I've been here for a while!"

The short old man silently turned his head to look at the identity compass in Ma Liang's hand. The countdown on the compass had long disappeared, replaced by a string of large characters that made his head buzz.

'Sorry, I lied to you!'

Grass!

The short old man cursed in his heart. He was the elder of the underworld and a great cultivator in the Spirit Severing Stage, but he was actually fooled by a spiritual treasure!

Song Xuan stretched out his hand and waved it at the short old man. "Do you want to hand it over yourself, or do you want me to take it myself?"

The short old man waved his sleeves, and a long banner emitting black energy appeared in his hand. He sneered, "Boy, are you so confident that you can snatch this pen from the two of us?"

"Not you two!"

Song Xuan shook his head, raised his hand and slapped the tall old man in front of him on the head. With a bang, the sound of bones breaking was heard, and the other party fell to the ground like a pool of rotten meat.

In his hands, a great monk in the Spirit Severing Stage was no different from an ordinary person and could be killed with a single blow.

"Look, aren't you alone now?"

The short old man looked at this scene in disbelief. His senior brother, who was at the late stage of the Spirit Severing Realm and was even stronger than him, died in such an inexplicable way?

For a moment, he even wondered if he was under an illusion.

Seeing that the other party did not make a move, Song Xuan said with a smile: "In fact, if you had not made a move to kill Ma Liang, I would not have planned to show up now.

You know, I am an official after all, and it is somewhat inappropriate for me to seize the magic pen in front of my colleagues.

Even though I took this pen from you, I am a bit embarrassed because I am a bit shy."

The short old man's cheek twitched.

Yes, you were embarrassed, so you slapped my senior brother's head to pieces. If you had a bit more nerve, you would have refined our entire underworld!

"senior!"

After a brief moment of shock and terror, the short old man finally regained his senses and respectfully raised the pen high in his hand.

There is no way. The situation is not good enough for me. When I meet a senior and powerful person in the cultivation world, I have to bow my head when I should.

"This magic pen is dedicated to the senior. I hope the senior can forgive me!"

Song Xuan took the magic pen and looked at it carefully. At that moment, he had a mysterious feeling, as if a voice was urging him in his ear.

Draw now! Draw now!

"interesting!"

Song Xuan put the treasure into his storage ring, then looked at the short old man and shook his head.

"If you had offered this treasure to me before, I might have spared your life!"

"But now I can't. I've already killed your companions. How can I leave you as a hidden danger?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xuan's figure flashed away, and when he appeared again, he was already behind the old man.

The short old man stood there blankly. A sword mark was clearly visible between his eyebrows, which had pierced his entire head.

Song Xuan clapped his hands and collected the long banner in the old man's hand, the storage bag on his waist, and the storage bag left by the dead tall old man.

After doing all this, he looked at Ma Liang and his wife, who were holding hands and looking fearful, with great interest.