Chapter 272 Control the Royal City! Add more slaves to the field! Ghost Spirit Gate!
The headquarters of Tianxiahui.
The royal city floated in the sky outside the main altar. He raised his hand and waved it. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner fluttered in the wind, and countless wronged souls and evil spirits poured out from the banner and headed straight for the main altar.
"How dare you, a mere Tianxia Association, act so arrogantly in front of me!"
"Prepare to die for me!"
Wang Cheng sneered.
There were countless ghosts and black shadows flying around him, making him look like the ghost king from hell.
"Who is this person?"
"Not good, report to the leader quickly!"
"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner? This person is a ghost cultivator!"
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Seeing the royal city floating in the sky and the whole sky filled with terrifying black fog, many disciples of the Tianxia Association and the others were shocked and fled in all directions.
"Ghost monk?"
Ye Kanghui was practicing in the secret room. When he sensed the movement outside, he appeared in the sky in a flash.
now.
Ye Kanghui held a long sword with a cold glow, and the blade was engraved with complex runes, which was obviously a top-level magic weapon. He stood outside the main altar, staring at the royal city in front of him with a cold gaze.
Wang Cheng was wearing a black robe, holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his left hand and a skull-shaped magical instrument in his right hand, his eyes were full of cold light. He sneered and said, "A mere mid-level cultivator dares to be so arrogant in front of me?"
Ye Kanghui's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "This is the territory of the Tianxiahui, and outsiders are not allowed to act recklessly!"
Before he finished speaking, he swung the sword in his hand, and the sword light was like a rainbow, and he rushed straight to the royal city.
Wang Cheng snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved it. The skull magic weapon fluttered in the wind, and countless wronged souls and evil spirits poured out of the skull and headed straight for Ye Kanghui.
"clang--"
The sword light collided with the wronged soul, bursting out with dazzling light. Ye Kanghui only felt a cold breath coming towards him, and the long sword in his hand was actually shaken slightly.
"As expected of a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment Stage!" Ye Kanghui thought to himself, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.
He took a deep breath and swung the sword in his hand again. The sword light turned into a long rainbow and headed straight for the throat of the royal city.
Wang Cheng sneered, and waved the skull magic weapon. A black barrier instantly blocked in front of him. The sword light hit the barrier, but was easily dissolved.
"Showing off your skills in front of an expert!" Wang Cheng's eyes were full of sarcasm.
He raised his hand and waved it, the skull magic weapon blasted out again, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner released countless wronged souls, which rushed straight to Ye Kanghui. Ye Kanghui hurriedly waved his sword to resist, but there were too many wronged souls, and he soon fell into a bitter battle.
"puff--"
Ye Kanghui was hit by a wronged spirit, spurted out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground.
Wang Cheng sneered and was about to continue his attack when he suddenly felt a powerful aura coming from the distant headquarters.
"Who dares to be so presumptuous in my Tianxia?" Qin Shuang's voice exploded like thunder.
Wang Cheng looked up and saw Qin Shuang in white, flying out of the main hall with a calm expression. His aura was restrained, but Wang Cheng felt an invisible pressure.
"Are you the leader of Tianxiahui?"
Wang Cheng's eyes showed a look of shock and uncertainty. The young man in front of him possessed a terrifying aura of oppression, but he could not tell the depth of the young man's cultivation.
Could it be that this person has reached the Jindan stage?
You have to know that Wang Cheng is in the late foundation-building stage. With his strength, he can't see the affection of the young man in front of him. So there is only one possibility. People in the Jindan stage usually stay in the sect. How could he come to the secular world to dominate the world?
And the young man in front of him is so young.
Shouldn't someone so young in the Jindan stage pursue the great Dao?
"good."
"Since you dare to come, I will cause trouble for the Tianxia Society, so prepare to die!"
Qin Shuang smiled faintly!
Before he finished speaking, he flashed and instantly appeared in front of Wang Cheng, punching him.
"boom!"
Wang Cheng had no time to react before he was knocked back by Qin Shuang's punch, and the skull-shaped magic weapon flew out of his hand. The skull-shaped magic weapon was refined with his spiritual consciousness, and at this moment, it had cracks after being hit by Qin Shuang's punch.
Wang Cheng was mentally hurt and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His eyes were filled with fear: "You... who are you?!"
Qin Shuang did not answer, but raised his hand and put the skull magic weapon into his pocket. He looked at Wang Cheng coldly and said, "I will give you two choices. Hand over your soul stone and submit to me to live, otherwise your soul will be destroyed!"
"This"
Wang Cheng looked at Qin Shuang, feeling conflicted. However, thinking that if he didn't hand over his soul consciousness today, he would surely die, Wang Cheng had no choice but to force out his soul consciousness.
A khaki soul light ball flew out from Wang Cheng's eyebrows and slowly floated in front of Qin Shuang.
"King City, I bow to the master."
Wang Cheng knelt respectfully in front of Qin Shuang.
"Very good, from now on you and Ye Kanghui will control more cities for me!"
Qin Shuang looked at Wang Cheng, whose face was pale, with satisfaction in his eyes, and collected the soul consciousness.
What he wants is the luck points of many cities.
At this moment in the royal city, his soul is in his hands, and his life and death are controlled by his own hands. As long as he has the slightest thought of rebellion, he will know it.
A slave in the late foundation-building stage is still very good, and can help him control more cities and gain more luck.
"Yes, Master!"
Wang Cheng's face was pale and he clasped his fists respectfully. At this moment, he felt extremely bitter in his heart.
He came here with great momentum, but he didn't expect to be controlled by others.
This was not what he wanted at all.
But there was nothing he could do.
The headquarters of Tianxiahui.
Ye Kanghui struggled to stand up, his eyes full of shame: "Master, I am incompetent"
Qin Shuang smiled faintly and said, "It's okay. Wang Cheng is a cultivator in the late foundation building stage after all. It's normal that you are not his opponent. Take good care of your injuries. I will do you a lot of good things in the future."
Ye Kanghui nodded respectfully: "Thank you, Master. I understand."
The Imperial Palace of Yue State, the Imperial Study.
Zhao Bin sat on the dragon chair, his face gloomy. In his hand was a secret report, which detailed the news that Wang Cheng, a late-stage foundation-building cultivator of the Ghost Spirit Sect, was killed by Qin Shuang, the leader of the Tianxia Association.
"Wang Cheng... was actually killed?" Zhao Bin whispered to himself, his tone full of disbelief.
He looked up at the old eunuch of His Highness, and said in a trembling voice: "Pass the order down, summon all the ministers, and discuss countermeasures in the Golden Palace!"
The old eunuch nodded respectfully and then left in a hurry.
A moment later, a group of ministers hurried into the Golden Palace with solemn expressions. In the hall, the leader on the right was a middle-aged man in green clothes, who was the Prime Minister of Yue State - Prime Minister Liao.
This man has an extraordinary bearing, and his eyes are wise and reveal a deep look.
"Your Majesty, we have learned the news that Wang Cheng was killed." Prime Minister Liao said respectfully.
Zhao Bin nodded, his eyes full of anxiety: "Lord Liao, Qin Shuang is now powerful and strong. Even the late Foundation Establishment Immortal Master Wang Cheng was defeated by him. How should we deal with it?"
Prime Minister Liao pondered for a moment and whispered, "Your Majesty, I think it is better to turn enemies into friends than to be enemies with Qin Shuang." "Turn enemies into friends?" Zhao Bin frowned, "How to turn enemies into friends?"
Prime Minister Liao said respectfully: "Your Majesty can send the princess to marry Qin Shuang. In this way, the Tianxiahui will no longer attack the Kingdom of Yue, and may even become our ally."
Zhao Bin heard this, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes: "Marriage... this..."
Zhang Bin knew it clearly.
Such a marriage is a sign of weakness, almost equivalent to becoming a vassal of someone else.
Prime Minister Liao continued, "Your Majesty, Qin Shuang is very powerful. If we can marry him, it will be a hundred benefits for our Yue Kingdom. If the princess can marry Qin Shuang, our Yue Kingdom will also be protected by the Tianxia Association in the future."
Zhao Bin was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, let's do as Lord Liao said. Pass the order down and send an envoy to bring Princess Zhao Linger to the Tianxia Association to marry Qin Shuang!"
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The headquarters of Tianxiahui.
This day.
Qin Shuang was in the martial arts training ground, practicing flying knives.
Suddenly, Mo Juren, dressed in green, hurried over and said respectfully, "Master, Prime Minister Liao of Yue State came to ask for an audience and wants to discuss the marriage."
"Marriage?" Qin Shuang raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, "Is Zhao Bin afraid?"
Recently, Tianxiahui has accelerated its control over cities and has already taken control of the entire Jingzhou.
Mo Juren nodded and said, "Prime Minister Liao has come here on the orders of Emperor Zhao Bin to discuss the marriage with the master. The Kingdom of Yue is willing to marry Princess Zhao Linger to the master to show its sincerity."
Qin Shuang smiled faintly and said, "In that case, let him in."
A moment later, Prime Minister Liao walked into the main hall and saluted Qin Shuang respectfully: "I am the Prime Minister of Yue State Liao Qian. I am here on the orders of your majesty to discuss the marriage with Master Qin."
Qin Shuang looked calm and asked, "How does Zhao Bin want to marry?"
Liao Qian said respectfully: "Your Majesty is willing to marry Princess Zhao Linger to Qin Huizhu to show your sincerity. I hope Qin Huizhu can let Yue Kingdom go and stop expanding his power."
Qin Shuang heard this, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Zhao Bin thinks that a mere princess can stop me from doing this?"
Liao Qian's face changed, and he said hurriedly: "Master Qin has misunderstood! Your Majesty sincerely wants to form an alliance with the Tianxiahui and jointly govern the world."
Qin Shuang sneered and said, "Go back and tell Zhao Bin that if he wants to marry, he must come to see me in person. Otherwise, my Tianxiahui will surely crush the Kingdom of Yue!"
Liao Qian turned pale upon hearing this, and nodded hastily: "Yes, yes! I will definitely pass on Master Qin's words."
After saying this, he left in a hurry, not daring to stay for even a moment.
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The Royal Palace of Yue Kingdom.
Zhao Bin stood in the imperial study, his face gloomy as water after listening to Liao Qian's report.
"Qin Shuang... is so arrogant!" Zhao Bin angrily slammed the dragon throne, his eyes full of murderous intent.
He looked up at the old eunuch of His Highness and said in a cold voice: "Pass the order and summon all the ministers to discuss countermeasures!"
The old eunuch nodded respectfully and then left in a hurry.
Zhao Bin took a deep breath and thought to himself: "Qin Shuang...what do you want?"
The headquarters of Tianxiahui.
Qin Shuang stood in a courtyard, looking into the distance with a deep gaze, looking thoughtful.
Behind him stood Mo Juren with a respectful look.
"Pass the order down and speed up the control of the city."
Qin Shuang said in a cold voice.
Mo Juren nodded respectfully: "Master, rest assured, I will do my best."
"The Emperor of Yue must surrender."
The Emperor of Yue wanted to marry a princess, but it didn't help him gain luck points. If Emperor Zhao Bin of Yue could surrender, it would be even better. All he wanted was luck points.
Jiayuan City, the headquarters of Tianxiahui.
Qin Shuang and Pan Xi lived in the secret room, checking the luck panel in their minds.
More than a month has passed.
Just received news that Emperor Zhao Bin of Yue State shows no signs of coming to meet me.
"Zhao Bin... since you don't know how to appreciate my kindness, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Qin Shuang whispered to himself, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
He turned to Mo Juren and said, "Pass the order and tell Zhao Bin clearly that the Kingdom of Yue must submit to our Tianxiahui, otherwise, die!"
The Royal Palace of Yue Kingdom.
Zhao Bin stood in the imperial study, holding a secret report in his hand, his face gloomy. The secret report detailed Qin Shuang's demands - Yue must submit to the Tianxiahui, otherwise, death!
"Qin Shuang...you're going too far!" Zhao Bin slammed the dragon table angrily, his eyes full of murderous intent.
He looked up at the old eunuch of His Highness and said in a cold voice: "Pass the order and summon all the ministers to discuss countermeasures in the Golden Palace!"
The old eunuch nodded respectfully and then left in a hurry.
A quarter of an hour later, a group of ministers hurried into the Golden Palace with solemn expressions. The leader was still Prime Minister Liao in blue.
"Your Majesty, Qin Shuang's request is too much!" a minister said indignantly.
Zhao Bin nodded, his eyes full of anxiety: "My dear ministers, Qin Shuang is now powerful, how should we deal with it?"
Prime Minister Liao groaned for a moment and whispered, "Your Majesty, I think we can seek help from the Ghost Spirit Sect. The Ghost Spirit Sect is very powerful. If we can ask them to help, we may be able to resist Qin Shuang."
Zhao Bin heard this, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes: "Okay, let's do as Lord Liao said. Pass the order down and send someone to the Ghost Spirit Gate to ask for help!"
Yanling Fort.
Wang Chan, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, was standing in a pavilion of Yanling Fort, watching the dual cultivation ceremony below with a stern gaze. Beside him, Yan Yan'er, the eldest daughter of the Yan family, was dressed in red, with picturesque eyebrows and a cold temperament.
At this time, a disciple of the Ghost Spirit Sect hurried over and said respectfully: "Young Master, Emperor Zhao Bin of Yue State sent someone to ask us to take action against the Tianxia Association."
Wang Chan raised her eyebrows, a hint of interest flashed in her eyes: "Tianxiahui? Is it the secular force that has risen recently?"
The disciple nodded and said, "That's right. Zhao Bin promised that if he could destroy the Tianxiahui, he would marry the Princess of Yue to the young master, and at the same time, he would pay tribute every year in the future."
Wang Chan heard this, and a trace of thought flashed in her eyes: "Okay, pass the order down, order Tian Buque to bring several foundation-building cultivators to the Kingdom of Yue and destroy Qin Shuang!"
The disciple nodded respectfully and then left in a hurry.
Jiayuan City, outside the headquarters of Tianxiahui.
Tian Buque held a pitch-black mourning stick, with a cold black aura wrapped around the stick, as if countless wronged souls were wailing. He stood outside the main altar, staring coldly at Qin Shuang in front of him.
"Qin Shuang, today is the day you die!" Tian Buque sneered, his tone full of murderous intent.
Qin Shuang put his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, and said calmly: "You are only in the late stage of foundation building, and you dare to be arrogant in front of me?"
A powerful aura emanated from his body.
Upon hearing this, Tian Buque's eyes flashed with anger: "Arrogant! Watch out!"
He raised his hand and waved it, and the mourning stick turned into a black shadow, creating a black fog with a radius of several dozen feet, and rushed straight towards Qin Shuang. Wherever the stick passed, the wind whistled, and it was faintly heard, as if countless wronged souls were howling.
Qin Shuang's expression remained unchanged. He just raised his hand slightly and punched out.
Break all laws with one force.
"Boom! Boom!"
The fist was like thunder, instantly knocking the mourning stick back. Tian Buque only felt a huge force coming, and the mourning stick in his hand almost slipped out of his hand. His body flew backwards, and Baizhang spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air. (End of this chapter)