Chapter 109 Strong Support
Half of the broken sword appeared in the palm of his hand, Minghong.
The shadow moved slightly and seemed to lower its head. "Strange, I can't feel its power, but I am a little afraid of it. No wonder it can destroy my soul. Zhao Yushu, interesting."
Zhao Yushu narrowed his eyes. Minghong posed no threat to ordinary cultivators and was only effective against gods. How could this messenger from the underworld feel fear of him?
Divide the soul? So the purpose of dividing the soul is this, he is absorbing the divinity of the mountain god.
"But I just got this sword today. The aura that the mountain god is interested in can't be this sword. Aren't you curious about what it is?"
Zhao Yushu turned his back to the mountain god, took out Minghong, showed it to the messenger, and then put it away immediately. The mountain god didn't even see what he took out. In order to prevent the messenger from pursuing the matter, Zhao Yushu immediately changed the subject.
There is a high probability that I will die today. Even if Hei Lu and Lan Ling come here safely, there will only be two more people buried with me. But I would rather die with a clear mind.
The messenger did not respond to Zhao Yushu's little move, and seemed to have no interest in Minghong: "Mountain God, I believe you did not deceive me."
The mountain god was suddenly startled. How could anyone not be interested in that sword?
"Little God, I dare not."
The messenger said nothing, as if waiting for him to explain further.
"Little God, Little God..."
"If you don't want to talk about it, forget it." The messenger urged lightly.
"I dare not! There is a soul in him!" The sound of trees shaking was heard, as if the mountain god had spent a lot of energy to say this.
"Haha, you're talking nonsense, I'm only in the second level!" Zhao Yushu couldn't help laughing. You said I traveled through time and space, and I'm not surprised. You said I have a soul, but I just have a few swords floating on the sea of air, that's all...
Well, most cultivators don’t use floating swords, right?
What is the soul?
Zhao Yushu's laughter stopped abruptly as he floated up and floated in front of the messenger's huge eyes.
"Spirit?"
Zhao Yushu turned around in the air, just like changing into new clothes and looking at the effect in front of the mirror.
"I can't tell."
That’s right, if they could see it, the big guys in the academy would have seen it long ago. Why would they wait for the response from you, the Mountain God who doesn’t even have an inner vision?
The mountain god trembled like a sieve: "I dare not deceive the messenger. I have a secret method that can check the souls and spirits of the people living in Jiufeng Mountain. As soon as he entered the mountain, I realized that he had two souls in one body, but the original soul had been broken into pieces long ago. I have studied this method thoroughly, so how could I not know that this is the method of soul possession!"
Oh, so this is what you meant by soul. I was shocked. Damn, this is a time travel, not a soul taking over another person's body.
But here is a problem. If this happens, wherever I, Old Zhao, go, the local mountain gods, river gods, and land gods will all know that I am a time traveler. How can this be tolerated?
"I have never heard that cultivators in the human world can possess other people's bodies." The messenger from the underworld didn't seem to believe it.
Zhao Yushu felt himself being pulled closer, almost to the shadow's pupils. "Or are you also a wild god from somewhere?"
"Oh, I am a seven-foot-tall man, with a loving father and a loving mother, one of the top ten young talents in Dongdu. Wild God? Pah!"
Zhao Yushu cursed and made up stories without any courtesy, and the messenger obviously hesitated. Even though these mountain gods and river gods did not have high cultivation bases, they all attached great importance to their status and would never humiliate their divinity in this way.
"Whether it is true or not, we will know when we return to the underworld. I am very interested in the little secrets of yours. Nine Peaks Mountain God, you are really useless."
Zhao Yushu only felt a suction force coming, pulling him towards the entrance of the hall, while the black-clothed shadow in front of him gradually blurred and seemed to be about to disappear.
"Messenger! Someone is entering the mountain!" The mountain god was about to pray when he was suddenly stunned and shouted loudly.
"who?"
"I don't know, but someone with at least the seventh level of cultivation is heading here and will be here in a moment!"
Who could be the seventh-level cultivator?
Zhao Yushu's mind raced, he didn't want to go to the underworld. He had experienced the black-clad men's torture methods in a fantasy world during the academy exam. If he really went to the underworld, he would have to speak within an hour. Then whether he would be steamed or braised would all depend on their taste.
But there is an opportunity now. As long as I meet this seventh-level cultivator, even if I ask him to send a message to the academy, Senior Brother Feng Sao will come over and kill you, old ghost. Even if you really go to the underworld, I have a teacher above me who is feared by the emperor, and he may even destroy your underworld.
The messenger's shadow flickered slightly, and a black shadow separated from the shadow and entered the body of the mountain god: "Kill him, send this kid to the underworld."
The operation of splitting the black shadow seemed to have exhausted the phantom's spiritual power. The huge black phantom disappeared, Zhao Yushu fell from mid-air, and fell heavily to the ground, while the aura of the mountain god behind him suddenly surged.
Why didn't the messenger do it himself? Was he unwilling, unable, or afraid?
"Capture Zhao Yushu and cripple his hands and feet!" The mountain god gave an order, and Zhang Chun, who was kneeling beside him, rushed over. Old Zhao hurriedly got up and grabbed the equipment that fell on the ground. Chengying disappeared immediately, and no one knew where he was hidden.
The mountain god floated to the entrance of the hall, ready for battle. Not long after, a strong wind blew outside the door, and a trace of moisture and a word were blown into the hall by the wind.
"I am Lan Rong, the governor of Nanyang County. Where is the Nine Peaks Mountain God?"
The surname is Lan, Lan Ling's father? Lan Ling's father is the county governor?
It is not in vain that a fourth-rank official of the imperial court conferred the title of mountain god upon him.
The reinforcement she went to get was her father? Didn't they say it would take three days? He arrived in just one day. He is indeed a great master of the seventh heaven.
Zhao Yushu saw a glimmer of hope. It would be fine if he was on his own. It would be fine if you masters just fought each other. Now he just had to kill the unlucky Zhang Chun.
It is difficult to defeat the mountain god who is temporarily blessed by the black-clothed man, but it is much easier to defeat Zhang Chun who has been temporarily promoted to the fourth rank at most. Lao Zhao has a hundred ways, but he will choose the simplest one.
Zhang Chun rushed over at a lightning speed, and used his tiger claws to attack Zhao Yushu's door. Old Zhao raised his hand and something flew over.
"Nanyang County Magistrate, what do you want from me?"
There were two low-ranking fighters fighting to the death in the hall, while there were two high-ranking fighters at the entrance of the hall, acting in harmony with each other.
"Nine Peaks Mountain God, as a guardian of an area, you treat human life as nothing and eat babies. Your crimes are extremely heinous. Now that we have witnesses and evidence, do you have anything to say?"
"Yes, it was done by me. If you want to do it, just do it. Why waste your time talking?"
"Okay, I will follow the emperor's order to grant you the right to execute first and report later, except for you, the evildoer, and then I will ask the court for permission!"
The rain clouds in the sky were getting heavier and heavier. The mountain god looked up and found that Zhou Shan's spiritual power was no longer under his control. On the altar in the main hall, the edict caught fire without fire. The title of mountain god had been forcibly taken away.
Zhao Yushu opened his mouth wide, and gained a deeper understanding of the illusory will of heaven or destiny in this world.
The rain was pouring down, but the raindrops were gathering towards one place. Lan Rong held the moon in his hands, and water swords formed around his body.
Inside the hall, Zhang Chun grabbed the thing that Zhao Yushu threw at him. Unless Madam Xu took action, nothing Zhao Yushu threw could hurt him, who was as strong as iron. However, the moment he got the thing in his hand, a flash of blood appeared in Zhang Chun's eyes.
He was not supposed to have emotions, but a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes, and he subconsciously looked at his palm.
That is a string of Buddhist beads.