The witchcraft cultivator calmed himself down. He seemed to think that the swordsman from Great Yan was rational and could listen to reason. As long as he clearly explained the pros and cons, it wasn't that he didn't have a chance, and there was no need for him to bow and scrape.
"You can consider it a threat."
He looked at Yu Shangrong. He raised his hand and showed the pattern on his palm to Yu Shangrong. "My name is Sean. I'm from the Bonar Family in the Lou Lan royal capital. If you really lay your hands on me, my family will definitely investigate thoroughly. Why are you looking for trouble? "
Yu Shangrong nodded lightly and said, "Indeed, I don't like trouble."
"Moreover, Lou Lan has always been on good terms with Great Yan. After the practice of severing one's lotus, there were indeed some unpleasant incidents between the two sides. However, it did not affect their relationship. It was said that Great Yan was in chaos. The Nether Sect was wreaking havoc, and the Divine Capital had fallen. I deeply regret this, "Wizard Sean said.
"Alas … they're dead." Yu Shangrong glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground.
Sean shook his head.
"I will explain to the higher-ups … Of course, this depends on your attitude."
Yu Shangrong nodded again and stepped forward.
The moonlight fell on the side of his face, adding a touch of coldness.
"My attitude has never changed from the very beginning …"
Continue forward.
"Very good. I admire people like you who know how to adapt to circumstances … We'll meet again in the future." Sean turned around. When he turned around, his face was covered with a heavy gloomy expression.
At the same time, he heard the sound of energy swords converging.
Whoosh, whoosh whoosh.
Hmm?
Sean turned around again, and his eyes widened in anger. "You … ambushed me?!"
The Astral Swords that filled the sky merged into one and formed a long dragon that shot towards Sean.
Sean roared and struck out with both palms. A purple shield appeared all over his body. Like a hula hoop, it wrapped around him.
Yu Shangrong did not even spare them a glance. He turned around indifferently. His energy sword moved like lightning. Bam!
Through his chest.
The Longevity Sword circled around and returned to its scabbard on Yu Shangrong's back. Yu Shangrong and his sword flew into the forest.
His movements were as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest bit of sloppiness, and it was light and unhurried.
Sean, however, widened his eyes and looked at the quiet forest, the starry sky, the moon, the quagmire … and the scattered corpses of his companions.
His life was slipping away, and he even felt as if it was being sucked out of him …
Then, before he could even feel the pain from the sword energy, he fell to the ground.
Yu Shangrong lay on the tree trunk as he contemplated his next move.
These witchcraft cultivators just had to appear in the Burial Ground. It was obvious that they had a mission … Now that they had all become souls under his sword, they would not return to recover. This would definitely attract the attention of the people of Lou Lan. The people of Lou Lan would also send people to search for him. It should not be difficult for them to find this place.
Then … what should they do next?
Yu Shangrong hated trouble the most. He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the pool. With a sigh, he said, "If this had happened in the past, I wouldn't have had to deal with this."
With that, he closed his eyes again and went back to sleep.
…
When he heard the series of notifications, Lu Zhou thought there was a war in Liang Province.
However, when he thought about it, if the Roulians had really made a move, why would there only be these notifications? The merit points were not high, but the number of people was not small.
Lu Zhou sent a messenger to Liang Province. Soon after, he received a reply from Si Wuya who was far away in Liang Province. He said everything was peaceful in Liang Province. With him around, nothing would happen.
"Looks like these people were killed by Yu Shangrong …"
After giving it some thought, Lu Zhou decided to have Old Eighth send a message to Si Wuya so that he could provide assistance from Lou Lan's spies.
He would have to visit Lou Lan sooner or later. According to Liu Ge, Ji Tiandao's memory crystal should be related to the Lou Lan royalty.
In the afternoon, Duanmu Sheng hurried into Dazheng Palace. "Your orders, master?"
Lu Zhou glanced at Duanmu Sheng and asked in confusion, "Old Eighth isn't here?"
Duanmu Sheng replied, "Old Eighth has been working hard these few days. He hides in his room and cultivates. If there's anything, leave it to me!"
Lu Zhou nodded and said, "Alright … Send word to Si Wuya and have him think of a way to help Yu Shangrong."
"Yes, master."
Duanmu Sheng turned around and left.
Meanwhile.
Inside a room in Jinghe Palace.
Zhu Honggong was sprawled on the bed as he cried out in pain, "Ow! Be gentle!"
"Son, did Old Villain Ji beat you up again?! Look, you should come with me. Why are you staying? You're going to suffer! " Zhu Tianyuan, who was standing at the side, had been following Zhu Honggong around ever since he snuck into the palace.
"Don't insult my master … Third Senior Brother was the one who beat him up."
"Then we'll have to reason with him! I have no problem with your master beating you up … How can a senior brother be so tyrannical and beat someone up for no reason? "
At this moment, Duanmu Sheng pushed the door open and entered.
He held the Overlord Spear in his left hand and some ointment in his right. He said, "Old Eighth, this is for you."
Zhu Tianyuan turned to look. This person was well-built and muscular. His every movement was filled with terrifying power.
"You are?" Zhu Tianyuan asked, puzzled.
"Duanmu Sheng … Zhu Honggong's Third Senior Brother," Duanmu Sheng replied.
Zhu Tianyuan was taken aback. He hastily said, "So, you're the Evil Sky Pavilion's Mister Third. My son is mischievous. As his senior brother, please forgive him. If he makes any more mistakes in the future, beat him up! Don't stand on ceremony with me! "
Zhu Honggong. "???"
Duanmu Sheng had heard about Zhu Honggong before. He cupped his fists and said, "Uncle, this is a small matter. I won't hold it against my junior brother."
"Zhu Honggong is truly blessed to have a senior brother like you who can see through things and is magnanimous."
"Don't mention it … Take the ointment three times a day. He'll recover in less than three days. I have other matters to attend to. Farewell. " “
Zhu Honggong. "???"
"???"
Seven days later.
In the morning, seven days later.
He observed the changes in the bubbles and sensed the situation in the quagmire.
Compared to seven days ago, he could clearly sense the aura of life. This meant he was one step closer to being resurrected.
Compared to seven days ago, he could clearly sense the aura of life. This meant he was one step closer to being resurrected.
After observing the surroundings, he drew his Longevity Sword and practiced his sword techniques for a while.
When he saw Ji Liang foraging for food in the mountains nearby, he smiled inwardly.
At this moment, he saw three purple-robed cultivators flying toward Ji Liang.
Ji Liang was extremely alert. When it sensed the approaching people, it immediately flew back and hid in the forest behind Yu Shangrong.
The three purple-robed cultivators also flew over.
When they saw Yu Shangrong hovering in the air, they cupped their fists and bowed.
"There really are people … Friend, have you seen companions dressed like us?" the purple-robed cultivator standing at the front asked.
He pointed at the corpses near the quagmire that were scattered among the weeds and trees and said, "Are they the ones?"
The three purple-robed cultivators looked down …
It would have been fine if he hadn't taken a look, but upon seeing the corpses strewn all over the ground... Alarmed, he hurriedly rushed down.
The three of them flew back and forth, using witchcraft to gather all the corpses together. They counted and found that there were exactly fifty corpses. Their faces were filled with disbelief.
The leading purple-robed cultivator asked,
"Friend, did you see the murderer?"
Yu Shangrong smiled. "So, they're your companions. I'm sorry about their deaths … As for the culprit, I think he's in the royal city."
"Thank you, friend!"
The purple-robed cultivator raised his hand, and a purple net wrapped around the corpse. He flew up and said, "Report back as soon as possible."
"Yes!"
The three cultivators flew out of the Land of Buried Bones with the corpses.
Yu Shangrong glanced in the direction of the quagmire. He shook his head and said, "If it weren't for you … I wouldn't have resorted to such a stupid trick like lying."
After he finished speaking, a smile appeared on his face.
He said, "One has to do a few stupid things in life."
After saying this, he flew into the forest. …
Night fell.
In the middle of the quagmire, the bubbles in the clear water area grew louder and louder.
In the middle of the night, it was slightly noisy.
Yu Shangrong flew out of the forest and examined the quagmire. He said, "They're already dead, but they still have a temper."
Then, he flew back into the forest.
Fortunately, nobody went near the quagmire for the next five days. Everything went smoothly.
"There are 22 days left."
Every day, Yu Shangrong would carve a vein on the tree trunk with his Longevity Sword.
Gurgle!
Gurgle!
The sound of bubbles in the quagmire was louder than before.
Yu Shangrong looked through the leaves at the quagmire. The water in the middle seemed to be boiling.
With such a huge commotion, it would be troublesome if someone came.
Yu Shangrong spent ten days in peace amidst the sound of bubbles.
The sound of bubbles … disappeared.
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