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

Yang Zhao's voice was like the whisper of a devil from hell, full of temptation.

In an instant, veins popped up on the old man's forehead, and strands of murderous intent involuntarily condensed, and for a moment, they were locked on Murong Fu.

But soon, the old man seemed to have thought of something, and his whole body became stagnant and decadent.

"Kill me, I can't betray the Murong family!"

At this moment, the old man seemed to have lost all his energy and spirit, like a rotten dead tree that would break at the slightest touch.

Yang Zhao became more and more confident in his guess.

After a pause, Yang Zhao continued, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be the previous patriarch of Jinfeng Manor, or maybe one of Bao Bu Tong's elders or something, and you have a very close relationship, right?"

"You have devoted your whole life to serving the Murong family, but now you have no descendants. Are you willing to accept this?"

"Let me guess. Someone is threatening you with the thousands of people in your Jinfeng Manor?"

"Or maybe you have some kind of strange poison or some other means of control?"

"Tsk tsk, I heard that Bao Bu Tong has a younger sister named Bao Bu Liang..."

Yang Zhao's words were neither slow nor fast, but they were filled with an extremely heavy pressure. Until the three words "Bao Buliang" came out of Yang Zhao's mouth, the old man could not hold back anymore.

After a moment of dead silence.

The old man almost squeezed out a few words from between his teeth and said, "What do you want?"

Yang Zhao waved his hand, and a breeze blew past, knocking Murong Fu, Duan Yanqing, Yue Laosan, and Yun Zhonghe all unconscious. Only then did he look at the old man again.

Yang Zhao hesitated for a moment and said, "What's your name? What's your origin?"

The old man was stunned, then said: "My name? My name is Chuliu. My ancestor was a horse slave brought to the Song Dynasty by Murong Longcheng. Generation after generation, they multiplied and competed. The winner could serve as a family general of the Murong family. The descendants were favored by the Murong family and were given a name and a surname, and they got a human form..."

The old man knew what Yang Zhao wanted, which was nothing more than the details of the Murong family.

After his defenses were completely broken, the old man opened up without restraint and told everything he knew.

It was different from what Yang Zhao had imagined, that Murong Fu was the only descendant of the Murong family.

More than a hundred years ago, in the last battle that destroyed Great Yan, Murong Longcheng fled to the Song Dynasty with a large number of slaves and gold and silver treasures. After paying a large amount of bribes, he settled down in Yanziwu, Gusu.

Murong Longcheng never gave up the desire to restore his country, but he also knew that he had to accumulate strength.

So after recuperating for a period of time, he bought many female slaves from the Song, Yuan, Qin and other dynasties, had them give birth to children rapidly, and used the method of raising poisonous insects to cultivate the best offspring.

In addition, even the large number of slaves under Murong Longcheng had the opportunity to reproduce crazily.

Chuliu was the one who was valued and personally trained by Murong Longcheng in the sixtieth year.

After being favored by Murong Longcheng, Chuliu's wives, concubines, descendants, etc. were given the surname Bao, and Jinfeng Manor was established on the outskirts of Yanziwu to protect Murong family.

Except for this old man named Chuliu.

The origins of Qingyun Manor, Chixia Manor and Xuanshuang Manor are also similar.

For more than a hundred years, the Murong family has used various methods such as brainwashing, controlling descendants, and concocting strange poisons to keep the four great masters under control and command them as servants.

In addition, Murong Longcheng even has a team of personal guards composed of powerful people above the innate realm.

The former wealth of Dayan, plus more than a hundred years of cultivation.

These are the reasons why Murong clan dared to rebel in Jiangnan.

After the old man finished speaking, he fell silent again.

Yang Zhao was a little dazed. The extremely cruel control and training methods of Murong's subordinates appeared in his mind, and he was annoyed.

"The last question is, what is the confidence of the Murong family to fight against the imperial court martial saint?"

"I don't know. This is the biggest secret of the Murong family. I just heard that it is somewhat related to the Five Dynasties that ended the Song Dynasty two hundred years ago, and it is also related to the things that Emperor Taizu Zhao Kuangyin of the Song Dynasty started his career."

The old man's answer disappointed Yang Zhao. He didn't want to come. Even if Murong Longcheng controlled his servants tightly, he would not easily tell him Murong's biggest trump card.

After a pause, Yang Zhao looked at the old man with a gloomy face again.

"Will you surrender to me to relieve your suffering and worries?"

"I'm tired, I just want to die quickly."

"Go over there. From now on, Jinfeng Manor will be dispersed to Jiangnan, where they can live peacefully."

The old man quickly revealed a look of comfort, and the last bit of tenacious vitality in his body was completely extinguished at this moment.

Yang Zhao sighed and had him taken away and buried properly.

Chapter 99: Offer Your True Spirit to Me as Your Lord

Three hidden slaves at the peak level of Grandmaster, or even more.

A personal guard army composed entirely of warriors above the innate realm, with over a thousand people.

And according to legend, there is a secret about the chaotic Five Dynasties two hundred years ago and the rise of Emperor Taizu of Song, Zhao Kuangyin.

It has to be said that the Murong family had enough confidence to rebel.

With the Six Bat Hall and the Ming Cult under Yang Zhao's command, it is obviously not possible to succeed in a short period of time to secretly explore the ultimate secret of the Murong family.

But it doesn’t matter. Even if the sky falls, there are still the martial saints of the Song Dynasty to hold it up.

Yang Zhao quickly gave up his search for the secret and turned to look at Murong Fu, Duan Yanqing and the other four.

Murong Fu is no longer of much use or value.

After wiping out the 30,000 troops under Murong Fu who were heading towards Pingjiang Water Fort, count Murong Fu as a credit and hand him over to Zhao Shirong to handle the operation.

On the contrary, Duan Yanqing among the four evil men made Yang Zhao slightly interested.

With a flick of his finger, the force broke through the air and woke Duan Yanqing up.

Duan Yanqing's whole body stiffened, an expression of extreme pain appeared on his face, and a "ho ho" sound came out of his mouth.

Yang Zhao was a little annoyed, and quickly injected a stream of pure yang purple energy into Duan Yanqing's body.

I almost forgot that Duan Yanqing is a cripple who can't speak or move his legs. His previous movements were all supported by his pure skills.

This wave of fire caused severe injuries all over his body, and he was knocked unconscious by Yang Zhao, and almost died on the spot.

Pure Yang Purple Qi has the effect of nourishing and rejuvenating, and is comparable to the best medicine in the world.

As a stream of pure yang purple energy descended, Duan Yanqing's injuries began to recover visibly, and even some of his old illnesses were shed and given new life under the nourishment of this pure yang purple energy.

"This...this, can I speak now?"

Duan Yanqing looked at the changes in himself in shock, stunned.

As the former crown prince of the Dali Kingdom, a priest of the Yipintang of Western Xia, and a powerful early-stage grandmaster, Duan Yanqing had encountered people like the Divine Medicine King in his life.

But even those miraculous doctors in the world could only alleviate Duan Yanqing's old illness.

But now, the opponent keeps falling, and the effect is like a miracle.

Yang Zhao was not surprised by this.

With Yang Zhao's current cultivation level of the first level of heavenly being, just an occasional kiss with Huang Rong in the Western Chu Ruined Garden could help Huang Rong achieve breakthroughs one after another.

Saliva and body fluids have miraculous effects, not to mention the pure yang purple energy nurtured by the Great Sun Patrolling the Sky Technique.

Yang Zhao even used the system to rehearse the subsequent deduction of the Pure Yang Purple Qi.

When the Pure Yang Purple Qi is developed to a certain degree, it can be transformed into an existence like the Emperor's Flowing Ooze in myths and legends.

For ordinary people, the effect of Pure Yang Purple Qi can almost be said to be the bringing back to life.

The two were silent for a moment.

Yang Zhao looked at the dazed Duan Yanqing and said, "Duan Yanqing, do you want to see your son?"

Duan Yanqing was startled on the spot, his eyes filled with shock, suspicion, anger and other chaotic emotions, staring at Yang Zhao without blinking.

Yang Zhao smiled and said, "Outside the Tianlong Temple, under the Bodhi tree, Huazi is slovenly and Guanyin has long hair!"

Duan Yanqing was stunned for a moment, as if he was struck by thunder from the sky.

Yang Zhao's words shocked Duan Yanqing even more than the recurrence of his old illness.

"You...you, I..."

Duan Yanqing was so frightened that he even forgot his ventriloquism skills. He opened his mouth back and forth with a hoarse voice like a broken gong, but he didn't know what to say.

Looking at Duan Yanqing's little bald head, looking at the other's shocked, eager and fierce eyes.

The energy of Yang Zhao’s celestial realm unfolds.

As the ancient enlightenment bell rang, a Chaos Bell that was shining with five-colored light, suppressing the space and time of the heavens and the floating world, turned into a magnificent Dharma image, and appeared behind Yang Zhao.

At this moment, Yang Zhao was like a mortal god standing in the mortal world.

"Duan Yanqing, offer your true spirit to me and serve me as your master, and you will be able to obtain eternal freedom in this world. All your wishes will be granted to you!"

The gods appeared in the world, and their light was dazzling.

Especially under the stimulation of the enlightenment bell.

Endless love, hatred, wisdom, and soul light were rising in Duan Yanqing's heart, and he had an epiphany on the spot, like a high monk.

It's just a matter of counting the breaths.

Duan Yanqing prostrated himself at Yang Zhao's feet with an extremely pious attitude.

"God above, I, the believer Duan Yanqing, am willing to offer my true spirit, soul, and loyalty..."

In a very pious murmur.

A ray of spiritual light that cannot be seen in this world floated out from Duan Yanqing and sank into the ancient Dharma bell behind Yang Zhao.

hum!

As the spiritual light disappeared, the ancient Dharma bell behind Yang Zhao shook gently, turning the heavens, time and space, and all the worlds into powder and turned into a small bell that appeared in Yang Zhao's palm.

Yang Zhao looked at the small ancient bell and felt an intuition coming to his mind.

Within that small ancient bell, there was a strange fluctuation, attached to the long river of its own destiny.

This is a more powerful means of control than the Life and Death Talisman and the Divine Wheel Dharma Sutra.

To be precise, this is a fateful binding.

puff!

Yang Zhao used the Daluo Cave Observation technique to observe this strange connection, but was instantly attacked back, spitting out blood on the spot, and even his own lifespan was reduced by decades.

What a fucking fuck.

Yang Zhao was in a trance for a while, and instinctively wanted to take out the Ming Shen Wu Dian - Sacred Chapter and destroy it.

But then, Yang Zhao forcibly suppressed this impulse.

Take a deep breath.

Yang Zhao put aside the matter of the Ming Shenwu Canon - the Sacred Chapter, and once again looked at Duan Yanqing who was crawling at his feet. Then, more than ten pure yang purple auras entered his body.

A large amount of pure yang purple energy poured in, transforming into a huge amount of rich vitality.

Under such a huge amount of vitality, Duan Yanqing was like a silkworm pupa, shedding layer after layer of dead skin, old skin, bone residues and many other toxins from his pores.

Yang Zhao was disgusted and waved his hand, sweeping it into the Taihu Lake in the distance.

It was not until this time that Yang Zhao had a little time to think about what had just happened.

Just now.

Yang Zhao tried out some of the functions of the Ming Shen Wu Dian - Sacred Chapter on Duan Yanqing.

The Ming Shenwu Canon - Sacred Chapter given by Fang La, and his Red Robe Buddha lineage, have been guarding the authority of sacrifice and offerings in the Ming Cult since a long time ago.

Originally, Yang Zhao thought that the Mingshen Martial Classic - Sacred Chapter was a martial arts path similar to becoming a god through incense.

Fang La was the son of a woodcutter, and he rose from the common people. In just a few decades, he reached the realm of Martial Saint. He relied on incense and sacrifices, people's faith, etc., which turned into a kind of strange power to accelerate his martial arts practice.

Just didn't expect it.

Yang Zhao used his own Dharma image in conjunction with the sacred chapter of the Mingshen Wudian, and actually created the strange phenomenon just now.

Chapter 100: The Road to Touching the Supreme Power