Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

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As dusk approached, the sky began to darken.

Two figures appeared silently on the roof of the side courtyard of the Zhu family. They did not deliberately hide their figures and openly scanned the crowd below before their gazes focused on one person.

"found it!"

"It's him!"

Zhang Fang and Fang Zhuo exchanged a glance and then jumped off the roof.

"who?"

"Surround them!"

Although the Zhu family's guards had low cultivation levels, they were not blind. They had already spotted the figures and quickly assembled.

With dozens of low-level Qi and Blood Divine Weapon sets provided by Zhu Ju and battle formation techniques taught by Ming Nianwei, nearly thirty guards of rank 30 instantly formed a battle formation under the leadership of Zhang Huyuan.

"call……"

The blood and qi surged, like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon.

Dragon and Tiger Coiling in the Sky Formation!
Upon learning that the battle formations practiced by the soldiers of the Yong'an Prince's mansion were not ordinary, it was discovered that once the battle formations were activated, they not only connected the blood and qi of more than ten people into one, but also condensed the blessing of the blood and qi divine weapons into a single mass.

As his blood and qi surged, the faint phantom of a strange beast appeared, letting out a low roar as thick fog rose from the ground.

Thick fog rolled in, and the clanging of swords and spears filled the air.

The dense fog generated by the battle formation could actually obscure a martial artist's senses and spiritual awareness, making them feel as if they were trapped in a maze.

"What kind of battle formation is this?"

Zhang Fang's expression changed:
"You have the audacity to raise private soldiers to train in battle formations, slaughter an entire family with just three men, and exterminate nine generations with just thirty!"

The laws of the Divine Dynasty were strict, but their enforcement was difficult.

Although there is a saying that three people can kill a whole sect, martial arts schools have methods of joint combat, and martial arts sects also have sword formations. It is impossible to prohibit them all. Therefore, as long as the number does not exceed thirty, there is no problem.

even.

There are also many private armies with more than thirty men, but they are by no means small or insignificant.

In Zhang Fang's view, the Zhu family's battle formation was so formidable that it must have numbered more than thirty men.

I don't know.

It definitely didn't exceed the limit.

It was only because Ming Nianwei's battle formations were profound and mysterious, coupled with the fact that the city had recruited many wandering martial artists of the first rank, that it possessed such power.

"on!"

Zhang Huyuan's cheek was still swollen and he still harbored hatred for Zhang Fang. He roared and swung his knife to strike.

All of a sudden.

Amidst the thick fog, swords flashed and clashed, resembling a giant millstone relentlessly slicing and killing the two.

"Ding……"

"boom!"

The energy exploded.

Fang Zhuo held his sword in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed:
"Senior brother, I'll hold off the battle. You go and take down that half-demon. Don't waste time."

"it is good!"

Zhang Fang gritted his teeth and leaped towards Qian Hu, who was waiting in ambush.

"Youngster, fall down now!"

"Afraid you won't succeed?"

Qian Hu gritted his teeth and growled, his figure blurring as he charged down like a tiger from the mountain, his hands slightly bent as he suddenly grabbed.

Kui Dou Claw!
"what?"

Zhang Fang raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing surprise, then burst into laughter as if he had just realized something:
"Bloodline inheritance!"

"I never expected to encounter a half-demon with a bloodline inheritance here."

"Peng!"

While talking.

The two had already collided.

Qian Hu, an eighth-rank official, was no match for Zhang Fang. With a mournful roar, he was slammed to the ground.

"Roar!"

The enormous difference in strength made Qian Hu's eyes bloodshot, and he no longer cared about hiding his identity.

"The demon has possessed my body!"

"call……"

A fierce wind swept through the air, and twelve ghostly spirits circled in the sky before disappearing into various parts of his body.

"boom!"

Cracks appeared on the solid ground, and a pit about ten feet in diameter suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

In the very center of the crater lay Qian Hu, his body limp and lifeless.

"Ghost?"

Zhang Fang grabbed Qian Hu by the neck, his face showing disdain:

"With the help of the ghost, I can unleash the strength of the seventh rank, but unfortunately... I'm still far from it."

"It's no use!" He glanced at Qian Hu, who was struggling desperately, and snorted:
"My Seven Fiend Claws can suppress evil spirits. In the face of my fiendish energy, your evil spirits will not dare to show their faces."

"Junior brother!"

"I'm all set here."

"Alright!" Fang Zhuo, who was trapped in the battle formation, nodded upon hearing this. Suddenly, his sword flashed, and a mysterious light pierced through all directions.

Qi and Blood Divine Weapon - Demon-Revealing Mirror!

With a sweep of light, the battle formation suddenly faltered, and the two seized the opportunity to escape.

of course.

Qian Hu was also arrested.

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"Master!"

Zhang, the head nurse, knelt on one knee, his face showing shame.

"We are incompetent and failed to protect the Zhu family mansion, which was broken into by villains who stole Qian Hu."

"You can't blame yourselves." Zhu Ju shook his head slightly.
"If the disciples of the Dao Seeking Sect can even keep you here, then they are unworthy of being called a major martial arts sect."

"All right!"

"I am aware of this matter. I will go to the city lord's mansion to demand an explanation from the city lord. You may leave now."

Watching Zhang Huyuan leave the room step by step, Ming Nianwei, sitting upright to the side, spoke softly:
"Lord."

"Qian Hu's bloodline is extraordinary. Now that he has been captured by the Dao Seeking Sect, it is impossible to get it back."

In this realm, a great demon saint self-immolated, transforming into the imperial nectar that appears once a year, to awaken the spirits of demons.

However, most demons find it difficult to achieve anything significant.

Very few can become great demons.

One of the reasons is that these demon races have no lineage and most of them only know extremely simple cultivation methods such as consuming moon essence and eating flesh and blood.

This method of cultivation requires a thousand years to transform one's physical body, become human, and eventually a great demon.

millennium?

The human race can produce a large number of mid-grade martial artists every thirty years!
Only certain powerful bloodlines can pass on their heritage to future generations through bloodline inheritance.

Such beings are extremely rare even among the top three ranks.

even,

It might be a super-quality product!
"I had planned to wait until he was older and his cultivation had improved before obtaining some of his essence blood," Zhu Ju sighed softly.
"It seems that it won't work out."

Even if he manages to snatch the person back from Zhang Fang, the Dao Asking Sect will send someone even stronger to take them back.

"My lord." Ming Nianwei's beautiful eyes flickered:

"I have mastered the method you instructed me to cultivate."

"Oh!"

Zhu Ju smiled:

"Give it a try."

"Yes."

Ming Nianwei responded, her cheeks flushing slightly, and then extended her right hand for Zhu Ju to hold.

She closed her eyes and silently circulated the incantation. Immediately afterward, she felt a faint yet mysterious divine thought appear in her sea of ​​consciousness.

"boom!"

With just a slight movement of that divine thought, the magical power within Ming Nianwei's body suddenly surged violently.

A terrifying power was operating in an extremely mysterious way.

Ming Nianwei realized that she didn't actually understand what magic power was, nor did she know that she had such great potential to be explored. She only knew that her divine sense surged and instantly enveloped the entire Zhu Mansion.

This……

'This is more than ten times stronger than projecting my divine sense myself. The same cultivation level and magical power, wielded by different people, yields such vastly different results.'

"good."

Zhu Ju withdrew his hand, leaving a wisp of ink in Ming Nianwei's sea of ​​consciousness:
"Walk."

"Come with me to the city lord's mansion."

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"Crunch... crunch..."

The wheels rolled, making strange noises.

Ming Nianwei took out a refreshing incense stick, lit it, and lifted the carriage curtain to look at the outside environment.

"Lord."

She spoke slowly:
“On the way to the City Lord’s Mansion, there is a street close to the Nie Mansion, about sixteen feet away. I can use the secret technique you taught me to temporarily block the senses of a fifth-grade martial artist.”

"With the carriage traveling, it will take at most half an incense stick's time. You can take the opportunity to kill Zhang Fang and eliminate any future troubles."

"Hmm." Zhu Ju nodded, and just as he was about to speak, his eyes flickered, and he looked up at the sky through the carriage:

"Demon spirit!"

"Such a strong demonic aura."

(End of this chapter)