Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

A phoenix in distress is no better than a chicken. The same goes for immortals and gods in distress.

Nowadays, there are more and more mortals who do not believe in God.

Especially these mortals in the Central Plains are becoming increasingly difficult to fool. How sad.

Looking at Yang Zhao, layers of true energy gathered around his body, and nine void swords penetrated his body, swimming in the void like spirit snakes, emitting sword beams.

The flesh-and-blood baby felt a little sad, and said quickly: "My friend, I am the son of the Eternal Eagle God, I have a background and a backer. If you kill me, you will not get any benefit, but will be hated by all the followers of the Eternal Eagle God. Why don't we put aside the estrangement and wait for the action? Let's talk for a while and seek common ground while reserving differences. How about that?"

Chapter 273 Little Immortal God

The Confucius Temple, under the worship of Confucius' descendants, actually became a hothouse for the growth of foreign gods on the grassland.

I have to say, this is an extremely sad thing.

Yang Zhao could clearly feel that the flesh and blood embryo on the green lotus used the power of the earth, the power of the thousand-year-old stalactites, and the power of the green lotus in the earth's core as its main nutrients, and accelerated its growth by absorbing the incense offerings in the Confucius Temple.

Presumably, this young god's flesh and blood body is the real reason why Kong Pingzhong betrayed his clan and country and defected to the Mongols.

A real immortal god may also be the body of an immortal god.

Even though it was just a very weak and young immortal god, Yang Zhao still did not dare to relax his vigilance at all.

After the young immortal god admitted defeat and showed weakness.

Yang Zhao quickly summoned the Imperial World-Suppressing Bell and said, "If you want to talk, I can use this rare treasure to suppress your energy. Otherwise, feel free to use whatever means you have."

Nine swords are surrounding it, showing their sharp edges.

The ancient bell hangs in the air, emitting five-colored light.

Yang Zhao did not give the young immortal a third choice. Either he sealed his Yuan power and continued to talk, or he would fight to the death.

Feeling Yang Zhao's determination, the young immortal became more and more upset.

Is it possible that there is no trust at all between humans and God?

It was not that he was afraid of the nine sharp swords surrounding the void. It was just that it was something that the Eagle God had ordered him to do. He had not yet completed it and could not die early.

That’s right, I’m not a coward.

The young immortal god quickly prepared himself mentally, and then said, "Okay, just seal the treasure and come. This god is definitely not a person who says one thing and means another. I come with the kindness and mercy of Changshengtian. This god guarantees that this conversation is definitely the greatest opportunity in your life."

The young immortal god was still muttering to himself, trying to fool Yang Zhao as much as possible.

Unfortunately, Yang Zhao had a heart of stone and a will of steel. When the young immortal god's voice fell, he stretched out his hand and covered it with the Huangji Zhenshi Bell, which sprinkled five-colored divine light and suppressed all the energy in his body.

Who knows what methods a god in heaven has, so it’s better to be cautious.

"Photography!"

Yang Zhao had never expected that the young immortal god was even easier to fool than Kong Pingzhong. When the Huangji Zhenshi Bell enveloped his body, the other party did not even put up a single resistance and was extremely cooperative.

In that case, I won’t be polite.

After the Emperor's World-Suppressing Bell enveloped the young immortal god's body, it suddenly turned and burst out with an incomparably powerful force, carrying an ancient, distant, mysterious, and vast aura, and forcibly plundered the young immortal god's true spirit.

hum!

In an instant, when Yang Zhao used the Huangji Zhenshi Bell to capture the true spirit of the young immortal god, the other party obviously sensed its own crisis and burst out with a force of resistance.

The green lotus trembled wildly, and the pool water formed by thousands of years of stalactites began to ripple.

An incomparably powerful divine power burst out from the body of the young immortal god, competing with the five-colored divine light that was sprinkled down from the Huangji Zhenshi Bell.

At the same time, the young immortal god's face also changed drastically, and he shouted angrily: "Despicable mortal, what are you doing? How dare you offend the gods? Do you know that this is a great sin that cannot be forgiven in the world?"

"Let go, take away this treasure. This god is magnanimous and will not take the big mistake you made into account."

“If you stop now, it’s fine. If you take another step, I will definitely turn your world upside down…”

There was a hint of An Lan forcing the king in the young immortal's scolding.

Unfortunately, he appeared to be strong on the outside but weak on the inside, exposing his true self of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and he seemed to be quite flustered in his words.

Yang Zhao activated the Huangji Zhenshi Bell and for a moment fought against the divine power of the young immortal.

I only felt that although the divine power was extremely pure, mysterious, ferocious and manic, the degree of power it could actually unleash was only at the peak level of a celestial being.

Both sides insisted on having a cup of tea.

Yang Zhao felt that the opponent had no backup plan, so he quickly activated the Samsara Sutra with all his strength. The Nine Swords of the Void turned into streams of light, continuously hitting the Huangji Zhenshi Bell.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

The grand and majestic bell sounded like the sound of the creation of the world, cleansing and washing away everything.

Under this impact that sounded like the sound of Tao, the young immortal god no longer had the strength to resist, and the divine power in his body was dispersed by the five-colored light.

Immediately afterwards, a trace of true spirit in the young immortal god's body was forcibly taken into the Huangji Zhenshi Bell.

Until this time, Yang Zhaofang reached out and called back the Huangji Zhenshi Bell, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was very satisfied.

"Asshole, you damned and despicable mortal, what did you do to this god?"

"Damn it, how can there be such a power in the mortal world that can shake fate? You actually took away my root spirituality. Damn it, do you still want me to become your eternal slave?"

"A bunch of old immortals in Changshengtian actually said that there is no danger in the mortal world. Are they blind?"

After all, immortals and gods are more knowledgeable and experienced.

Although Yang Zhao didn't know what the root spirituality that the young immortal god was talking about was, he thought it was another name for the true spirit.

This wave of harvest was huge, it was a huge profit.

Yang Zhao happily checked the immortal spirits in the Huangji Zhenshi Bell.

At this time, the young immortal god who looked like a baby could not help but break the shackles of flesh and blood on his body, and jumped and cursed on the green lotus like a shaman.

Wait for the young immortal to break through the flesh and blood embryo shell on his body.

Yang Zhao just discovered that the tiny immortal god was actually a tiny lotus root man.

It has a body made of white jade lotus roots, eyes made of green lotus seeds, and clothes made of flowers and leaves. It is very cute.

Boom!

Yang Zhao quickly tapped the Huangji Zhenshi Bell lightly, and immediately, the little immortal god seemed to be stunned, his whole body stiffened, and then he sat down on the lotus pedestal with an extremely depressed look.

"It's over, everything is over."

"What's the point of living like this?"

After the little immortal god fell and sat down on the lotus platform, he ignored Yang Zhao, moved his body around, and picked up the broken flesh and blood embryo shell. He looked sad, but also very cute.

At this time, Yang Zhao had already arrived at the side of the green lotus that was one meter square, and poked the body of the little fairy god out of curiosity.

"Get lost! It's all because of you, a damned mortal, that I'm ruined. I'm done..."

The little fairy god was poked by Yang Zhao, and impatiently used his little hand to open Yang Zhao's fingers, and then rolled on the lotus platform in annoyance.

Chapter 274: Wuzhumuqin, the Daughter of Changshengtian

In the huge underground cave, the vital energy of heaven and earth is rich, and the thousand-year-old lotus pond is filled with infinite vitality.

The little immortal who had broken through the bloody placenta seemed to be extremely depressed and had lost all interest in everything. He rolled around and roared for a long time, then lay on the lotus platform with his arms and legs spread out, motionless.

Yang Zhao was very interested in this little lotus root man that looked like Nezha.

Seeing that the little fairy god did not move, Yang Zhao began to poke the little fairy god, occasionally pinching him gently, and found that the other's body was as soft as human flesh.

Becoming more and more curious, Yang Zhao began to fiddle with the lotus leaves on the other person's body, wanting to see whether this little fairy was a boy or a girl.

But just when Yang Zhao was about to take action.

The little fairy suddenly turned over, hugged Yang Zhao's wrist, and bit Yang Zhao's finger fiercely, whimpering while biting.

Without the blessing of divine power, the bite of this little lotus root man didn't hurt at all.

Yang Zhao flicked the little immortal and said, "You are an immortal from heaven, how can you bite people?"

The little immortal wanted to cry, but had no tears. He said fiercely, "You've gone too far. You ruined my chance of rebirth through the Armament Breaker. You're still so perverted that you even want to take off my clothes. I'll bite you to death."

Yang Zhao: “…”

I'm just curious and want to check whether your little fairy is a male or female.

I saw that the little immortal was very resistant.

Yang Zhao did not continue his actions. He pinched the little immortal's chubby cheek and said, "Now you can tell me who you are, right?"

The little immortal glared at Yang Zhao angrily, crossed his arms across his chest, and said nothing.

Yang Zhao didn't care about it and said, "Since you are so uncooperative, then I can only do it myself. Even if I raise a little pet, I still have to know whether it is male or female, right?"

The little immortal god immediately crossed his arms and said in horror: "Asshole, you still say you are not a pervert?"

Yang Zhao smiled without saying anything, his eyes teasing.

The little immortal was frightened by Yang Zhao's gaze, and said, "Alright, whatever you want to know, I will tell you everything. Even if you want to know the color of the underwear of those immortals in Changshengtian, you can do that, but you have to agree to one request of mine."

Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows and said, "First, tell me what you want."

The little immortal god hesitated for a moment and said, "I know you are a big shot among the mortals in the Central Plains. You are very special and have great luck. I want you to expand your territory to the Asihatu Mountain on the grassland when you have enough ability, and marry a woman of grassland descent on the island in the middle of Yulongsha Lake."

Yang Zhao was a little speechless, and asked: "Who of us is the pervert?"

The little immortal god didn't care about Yang Zhao's teasing and said, "You tell me first, do you agree or not?"

Although Yang Zhao didn't know what the other party's intention was, after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there would be no harm to him, so he agreed in his heart.

But even though he agreed in his heart, Yang Zhao still said cautiously: "I can agree to your request, but you must ensure that this matter will not harm me."

The little fairy god said with a wronged look on his face: "Fool, the root of my spirituality is in your hands. If I harm you, it would be the same as harming myself. Are you stupid?"

There is nothing wrong with this theory.

Yang Zhao smiled and said, "Okay, theoretically I agree. Now you can tell me who you are, right?"

"Don't try to fool me with your identity as the boy of the Immortal Eagle God again."

The little fairy blushed and said, "This princess will not fool you. Remember, my name is Wuzhumuqin, the most beautiful pearl on the grassland, and the daughter of Changshengtian."

Yang Zhao wrote it down, and then asked, "And then? That's it, nothing else?"

Wuzhumuqin glanced at Yang Zhao and said, "Foolish mortal, even a mortal martial saint can respond to a name and feel it directly. Do you want me to tell you the names of all the immortals in Changshengtian now and then be stared at by them?"

Yang Zhao's face was full of doubt, and he asked, "Do the immortals in heaven have this ability? They can sense it across the two realms?"

Wuzhumuqin crossed his legs and said, "Every believer of Changshengtian is a tentacle of the gods in the mortal world. I can feel that there are many believers of Changshengtian above our heads."

Above the underground secret room is the inner courtyard of the Kong family.

At this time, people in the inner courtyard of the Kong family, such as Kong Pingzhong, Kong Yuanyong and others, had already defected to the Yuan Dynasty and became believers of Changshengtian, which was not a problem.

However, Wujumchin fooled me about many of my questions.

This made Yang Zhao a little unhappy.

After a pause, Yang Zhao's face turned solemn, and he said, "I know that you don't want to tell me many things right now, but it doesn't matter. You should know that your true spirit is in my hands, and your fate is tied to me."

"You don't want to talk about Changshengtian and the gods now, and I won't force you, but you have to give me an explanation about Kong Pingzhong and the others, right?"

It can be worshipped and maintained by Kong Pingzhong in a secret cave room under the ancestral temple.

To say that Wuzhumuqin had nothing to do with Kong Pingzhong's surrender to the Mongols would be an absolute lie.

If Wujumchin was unwilling to explain the reasons, then Yang Zhao would have no choice but to take drastic measures and teach Wujumchin a lesson he would never forget.

Wuzhumuqin's sapphire-like eyes rolled around, and she quickly said, "As for the things in heaven, this princess cannot say too much. I can only tell you that there are big problems in heaven now. The power structure is undergoing huge changes. Many immortals are trying to find ways to reincarnate and go down to the mortal world to rebuild."

"The reason why Kong Pingzhong took refuge in the grassland is because his cultivation was achieved with the help of external forces. His life span is only half of that of a normal martial saint. His time limit is approaching, and he wants to seek mercy from the immortal gods in order to achieve a breakthrough and immortality."

Yang Zhao nodded, thoughtfully.

But soon, Yang Zhao asked again: "If that's the case, Kong Pingzhong should have kept a low profile. Why did he openly stand on the side of Beiliang a few days ago and attract the attention of the court?"

Wuzhumuqin jumped up, dug a lotus seed as a meal, and said, "The prince of Beiliang is the reincarnation of the Northern Zhenwu Emperor in the sky. He has always been at odds with the gods of the grassland. It was the idea of ​​the grassland wolf god to let Kong Pingzhong support Beiliang. He wanted to make the prince of Beiliang fall into the human struggle for the dragon, and take the opportunity to get rid of the other party and prevent him from returning smoothly."

"Beiliang Xu Xiao has too many concerns. Even if the Wolf God instructs Beimang to cease fire, Xu Xiao is unwilling to rebel, so he lets Kong Pingzhong support him and give him enough confidence."

Chapter 275: The Kong Family's Battle