Outside the bedroom, the sun was shining brightly.
Wang Zhangji walked past the collapsed door and into the courtyard.
He walked past the orange cat's corpse.
Xiaoju had a pair of brown eyes. At this moment, it was staring at the sky without moving.
He pushed open the door and walked out of the small courtyard.
It had been a long time since he left the courtyard in broad daylight when there were so many people. The more people there were, the more uncomfortable this world made him feel. Nothing was different.
He raised his head and looked at the bright sky. He narrowed his eyes slightly.
"What a disgrace!"
A well-built old man walked towards him and asked directly, "Is Zhangxiang in your courtyard?"
He naturally remembered that this person was called Wang Lianshan. He was the current head of the Wang Clan and his father.
Wang Zhangji looked at this person and did not speak.
"Trash! I'm asking you a question! "The old man felt that his dignity was being challenged. He raised his hand and wanted to slap him.
Just as he raised his hand.
Wang Zhangji's hand was already pressing on his head.
Wang Lianshan was rooted to the ground. However, his hair and flesh suddenly had a flowing characteristic. They "flowed" from his body and gathered into a pool beside him. Such a well-built old man, a Heavenly Cycle Realm cultivator, was instantly left with a skeleton standing on the ground.
Pa! Pa!
The skeleton also fell apart.
Someone saw this scene from afar and shouted in horror, "The Clan Head is dead! The Clan Head is dead! Wang Zhangji killed the Clan Head! "
"What?"
"How can this be?"
"Damn it! Where are the Clan Guards? "
"Invite the Consecrators over!"
The peace of the Wang Clan was broken. They fell into chaos and panic.
Some people were already holding weapons and slowly surrounding Wang Zhangji.
There were also angry juniors who took the lead and rushed towards Wang Zhangji with wooden sticks.
This world was very noisy and chaotic.
Wang Zhangji watched everything that was happening in front of him. He was still very calm.
He took a step forward and walked against the flow of people.
He spoke, but his voice did not fluctuate. He did not care if others could hear him.
"Let me bring you justice."
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In the 14th year of Yongtai, one of the three major surnames in Qinghe County's Maplewood City, the Wang Clan was exterminated.
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Maplewood City was located in the southeast of Zhuang Country.
As the capital city, Xin 'an was located in the middle of the Zhuang Country.
Almost at the same time as the cultivator from the Flying Coming Peak killed himself, a candle in a secret room within the Arrest Department's headquarters in Xin 'an City extinguished by itself. It was a candle that had fused with the host's Life Soul.
If the host dies, the soul flame will be extinguished.
The cultivator on duty immediately stood up and made a series of hand seals to undo the formation seal. Then, he looked at the bronze mirror where the soul fire was located.
The surface of the mirror rippled, but in the end, there was no response.
Without the slightest hesitation, the cultivator immediately turned around and struck the small bell suspended in the middle of the secret room with his mallet.
Clang!
The sound of the bell reverberated, and the message was immediately transmitted to the Ancestral Hall, but the sound did not leave the secret chamber.
Flying Mountain was under attack!
At this moment, a sacrificial ceremony for the founding ancestor of Zhuang Country was being held in the ancestral hall.
King Zhuang Gaoxian had been cultivating in the palace for the past few years, not bothering with matters for a long time.
The one presiding over the ceremony was State Minister Du Ruhui, an old man who was over a hundred years old.
His face was old, but his hair was jet black.
After receiving the message, he did not even take off his ceremonial robes. He only casually took off his ceremonial hat. With a single step, the mountains and rivers turned, and he was already thousands of miles away!
Apart from the fluctuations in space, nothing was left behind.
This was the Divine Ability of So Close, Yet Worlds Apart!
This kind of scene had been seen many times, but the officials present were still excited. However, due to the occasion of the ceremony, they did not dare to make a sound.
This was the stabilizing force of Zhuang Country!
Ever since State Minister Du Ruhui came to power, he relied on the rare Divine Ability of So Close, Yet Worlds Apart to suppress all directions. The internal regions were unstable, and the external regions were bullied by the strong neighbors.
He was almost the spiritual pillar of Zhuang Country's citizens.
He had already lost count of how many times Du Ruhui had left halfway through the matter.
There was no other reason. It was just that Zhuang Country was too weak and needed him too much!
After Du Ruhui left, the officials of the Ministry of Rites came forward to pick up the ceremonial hat and continue the ceremony.
The most important matter of the country was worship and war.
The State Minister in charge of the ceremony had left, but the ceremony could not be stopped.
...
Du Ruhui took a step forward, but he did not appear inside Flying Mountain.
That was because a powerful force was shaking the space and cutting off his path. He could only appear outside Flying Mountain!
The battle on Flying Mountain was clearly reflected in his eyes, but he could not take another step forward.
Du Ruhui looked up and saw the stone archway in the sky. He recognized that it was the illusory image of the Gates of Hell.
Only the Gates of Hell, which connected the two realms of Yin and Yang, could lock down the space here and restrict his So Close, Yet Worlds Apart.
This was a premeditated ambush!
Vertical Brush Peak had been cleared, and Alioth Peak had fallen. Flying Mountain was his most likely landing spot. Under the urgent circumstances, it might be his only landing spot.
In the northwest, black smoke rose and condensed into a giant ghost wielding a blade.
Roar! Roar!
The roars were endless.
In the southeast, northeast, southwest, north, south, west, and east, a giant ghost appeared in every direction. They were either baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, or wrapped in chains. All of them were fierce and powerful, as if they were supporting the illusory image of the Gates of Hell in the sky.
They made that mythical archway seem real.
Qian Ghost, Kan Ghost, Gen Ghost, Zhen Ghost, Xun Ghost, Li Ghost, Kun Ghost, Dui Ghost, Eight Ghosts Dragon Lock Formation!
Du Ruhui was suddenly trapped in the formation, but he did not panic. He only looked down at his feet in midair and asked with a frown, "Old Ghost Ouyang! Is Sky Tower also involved? Ye Lingxiao did not hurt you, but only put on a show with you? "
Without waiting for the other to answer, he said, "Impossible. This kind of trick can't fool me. Ye Lingxiao would not break through early to cooperate with you. You can't give him that kind of benefit! "
"We haven't seen each other for dozens of years, and you are still so confident!"
Wisps of black smoke seemed to rise from the depths of the ground and condensed into a giant skull under Du Ruhui's feet.
The black smoke skull opened and closed its mouth, cackling strangely, "You are indeed not easy to fool, so this old man and Ye Lingxiao really did fight, and I was seriously injured! However, this old man had used a substitute puppet before leaving, so my injuries were all on the substitute puppet. Otherwise, no matter how strong that kid surnamed Ye was, how could he have the chance to hurt me? "
"So it's a legendary treasure like the substitute puppet." Du Ruhui did not mind being called a kid. In terms of age, the other party was indeed much older than him. He nodded and said, "No wonder."
"Do you think I don't know that you have a spy in my sect? Although the substitute puppet is precious, it can disrupt Ye Lingxiao's seclusion and delay his breakthrough, and it can also make you lower your guard. What's not worth it! " The White Bone Sect's Great Elder, Ouyang Lie, laughed strangely and seemed to be very proud. "Now you kids know my methods!"
He indeed had the right to be proud. Among the surrounding countries, Ye Lingxiao was a Tianjiao figure, and Du Ruhui was known for his foresight, wisdom, and strength. They had always been the ones to make others suffer, and it seemed that only Ouyang Lie had made both of them suffer at the same time.
The Flying Peak was about to be overturned, and he himself was trapped in an evil formation that others could take advantage of. The entire Three-Mountain region, and even Qinghe County, was in a precarious situation that would affect the entire Zhuang Country.
Du Ruhui chuckled softly.
"Since Ye Lingxiao did not cooperate with you, what do I have to fear? You're just a dying old man, a skeleton in a grave! Even if you have the illusion of the Gates of Hell and the Eight Ghosts Dragon Lock Formation, what can you do to me? "
"Hahahaha." Ouyang Lie laughed too. "I don't need to kill you. Let's see if we can keep the Flying Coming Peak! "
Du Ruhui stopped laughing. "I don't believe that you're going through so much trouble just for the Flying Peak."
The giant black skull made a strange sound and said, "Then why don't you guess why I'm doing this?"
"I'm not guessing," Du Ruhui replied indifferently. He spread out his hands, and his black hair danced in the wind. "Let me ask you!"
Black light exploded, and the eight ghosts came together!
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