Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 507 The Evil Dragon
After finishing the trivial matters in the mansion, Zhu Ju had just picked up his teacup to taste the new tea when he suddenly paused.

He then put down his teacup and left the room.

Not long after.

They then proceeded to the vicinity of the courtyard where 'Tong Li' lived.

"stop!"

A flower in front of you.

A figure in black, carrying a long sword and wearing a bamboo hat, blocked his path:

"You can't come in here."

"Oh!"

Zhu Ju smiled knowingly but not quite:

"This is the Zhu residence, and I am the master of the Zhu residence. Is there any place I cannot enter?"

talking.

After taking a few steps, we must continue moving forward.

"Shh!"

A cold glint flashed before his eyes, and a sword blade capable of slicing through gold and jade was held horizontally in front of him, its sharp killing intent surging.

Mo Ying completely disregarded the so-called 'Master of the Zhu Family Mansion' in front of him and coldly shouted:

"If you don't want to die, leave now."

"It seems your master didn't teach you proper manners." Zhu Ju shook his head slightly and flicked his finger.

"Step aside!"

"Ding……"

The fingertips struck the blade, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

Mo Ying's expression suddenly darkened, as an invisible force forced him to retreat.

His wrist trembled violently, and the longsword in his hand almost flew out.

"The master has decreed that anyone who trespasses on this land shall die!"

He sternly rebuked, his wrist jerking sharply.

"Om..."

The longsword transformed into a disc, with hundreds of blades reflected in the eyes, and sharp sword energy spreading in all directions.

Peak of the sixth rank!

As the sword's momentum unfolded, an even more chilling and piercing sword intent emerged.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard withered and lost their vitality under the influence of the sword intent.

Even Zhu Ju felt a chill run through his body.

It's very strange though.

The opponent had clearly mastered even the exquisite technique of sword intent, yet his swordsmanship was extremely crude.

"Humph!"

Zhu Ju snorted softly, and a powerful, masculine energy emanated from his body, instantly suppressing the attacking aura.

He whispered:

"The malevolent aura of the Yin Corpse, so you're not human after all."

While talking.

The blade was already at him.

Zhu Ju raised his hand, his ten fingers already covered by gauntlets, and repeatedly collided with the sword blade.

Although he possessed profound knowledge and a powerful physique, his cultivation level was ultimately insufficient, and he could not withstand the swordsmanship of a peak sixth-rank martial artist with his flesh and blood.

However, with the Minghuang Armor protecting him, there is no problem.

"kill!"

Mo Ying was not only not human, but also seemed to lack any human emotions. He showed no surprise at Zhu Ju's extraordinary strength and attacked again with a change of sword technique.

"Well done!"

Zhu Ju shouted in a muffled voice, his eyes flashing with fiery white arcs of electricity, and crackling sounds filled the air.

"Try what I've learned from the bloodline of the Kui Niu on you."

Controlling Thunder!

Blood and qi surged.

A powerful and yang thunderous force emerged from the depths of his bloodline, materializing on the spot.

Stimulated by the power of thunder, his explosive power doubled compared to before.

"boom!"

Zhu Ju stepped forward and punched out with one fist.

Behind him, boiling blood and qi converged into a huge phantom, which was enveloped in lightning.

Giant Spirit and Thunder. The two great true meanings merged into one, transforming into an indestructible fist that collided with the incoming sword blade.

The power of this punch was in no way inferior to the full-force strike of a peak sixth-grade martial artist.

"when……"

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

The sound of the collision was only momentarily brief before it erupted like a sudden storm, with sparks and arcs of electricity scattering in all directions.

"Peak of the sixth rank!"

"You are indeed remarkable, but it's a pity that I have suppressed the Yin Corpse's evil energy, which has weakened your strength by at least 30%. Besides, your intelligence is also lacking. You rely entirely on instinct to use your swordsmanship, and your strength is far inferior to your cultivation."

Zhu Ju muttered to himself, but his movements were not slow at all; he pressed forward like a rolling millstone.

Given even the slightest chance of victory, his experience and methods would allow him to control the entire situation.

"Peng!"

"Crack!"

"boom……"

As the sword in Mo Ying's hand shattered, he was also blasted away by the force of the punch.

As he tried to get up after landing, Zhu Ju stepped forward and placed one hand on his forehead.

boom!
A surge of thunderous intent crashed into his mind, causing his body to tremble violently and he to collapse to the ground.

at the same time.

The door of the house in front of them was slowly pushed open.

Ming Nianwei looked at Zhu Ju with a complicated expression, curtsied gracefully, and put away her distracting thoughts.

"I have met the Lord."

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"Prince Yong'an?"

Zhu Ju sat upright in a tiger-skin chair, lightly tapping the armrest with his fingers, his face showing deep thought:
"The one who colluded with the evil dragon?"

many years ago.

An anomaly has appeared among the dragons of the East Sea.

Not only does it have a peculiar appearance, but it is also ferocious in nature, and it enjoys eating flesh and blood. After reaching adulthood, it killed its brother and father and devoured more than ten dragon descendants in its entire family, thus achieving a super-grade body.

Such an anomaly was intolerable even to the East Sea Dragon Clan, who issued an arrest warrant for it.

This dragon escaped from the East Sea and lived in human society incognito for many years. Later, for some unknown reason, it appeared in the mansion of King Yong'an and became King Yong'an's younger brother, with an extremely powerful force under its command.

This matter has caused a huge uproar.

Few people know the specifics.

"Yes."

Ming Nianwei nodded:
"King Yong'an colluded with the evil dragon and befriended the demons of Mangshan, almost causing the collapse of the Divine Dynasty's defenses. This angered His Majesty, who punished him and dispatched hundreds of thousands of troops to besiege him. He died on his way to the East Sea."

"Li Chengxia was also affected and had to abandon her physical body to use her primordial secret technique to escape."

"That evil dragon is not dead, and it is still causing trouble on the edge of the East China Sea."

"I see." Zhu Ju understood.
"No wonder I felt that 'Tong Li's' soul fluctuations were a bit strange. It turns out that he was a fourth-grade cultivator who had possessed the body."

Ming Nianwei gave a dry laugh.

Seize the body?

It's true that 'Tong Li' was possessed, but the 'Zhu Ju' in front of me is probably not the real person either.

Zhu Ju was only in his early twenties and had mediocre martial arts talent; he was merely a wealthy man.

but,
The method the other party left on him was actually able to prevent a peak fourth-rank mage from possessing his body.

It even destroyed Li Chengxia's primordial spirit.

Such methods...

Even more terrifying than Li Chengxia!
Li Chengxia was at the peak of the fourth rank. If Zhu Ju could kill Li Chengxia, could he be a third-rank mage?

However, the peak of the fourth rank is already the limit for magic cultivation!

"so……"

Zhu Ju spoke slowly:
"Have you now obtained all of Li Chengxia's memories?"

"Yes." Ming Nianwei snapped out of her reverie and added:
"However, my soul is weak and I cannot fully receive her memories of the past few hundred years; I only have some vague fragments of memories."

"Rest assured, my lord!"

"As long as my cultivation level increases, I can receive memories. I know a treasure trove where Li Chengxia has stored many good things."

"Ten years... no, only five or six years, and I am confident that I can become a sixth-rank mage."

"Five or six years?" Zhu Ju stroked his chin, a hint of regret in his voice.

"In other words, you're no longer of any use."

“This…” Ming Nianwei looked puzzled, then said:
"Li Chengxia has a storage bag in the room."

(End of this chapter)