Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 496 While I'm tugging at your open-crotch pants, I'm stealing everything from your whole family.
Beyond the heavens, at the main headquarters.

The buzzing finally stopped, and those annoying bags were cleared away.

Xiao Jing's left hand floated in the air as he clenched his fist, celebrating his partial victory.

Having spent many years in the outer reaches of the universe, he already had some idea of ​​why those insects appeared and disappeared so mysteriously.

Although he guessed that the insects might be related to the Earthsea, he was helpless.

All he can do now is drive them away.

There's nothing we can do about it; he only has one left hand.

A layer of gray ripples, like a mosquito net, brought him temporary peace. He looked at the elusive shadows outside the 'mosquito net' and felt puzzled.

He was wondering where all these things came from.

His first suspicion was that these insects came from the Four Continents, but he couldn't recall where such strange things were found in the Four Continents.
Not to mention he has already destroyed the passage connecting the four continents.

He tapped the ground with his left hand, thought for a while, then took out the Black King Token, intending to try listening to the little walnut network again.

Being constantly offline is never a good thing.

But as soon as he held the Black King's Token in his hand, he hesitated again, remembering that annoying sound that was no less than a buzzing noise.

The eerie sound of that pot-boiled chicken that sells for 100,000 yuan a skewer, and is being trampled on by everyone.

Although it was somewhat embarrassing, Xiao Jing still didn't know what it was.

However, he felt that such interference would definitely be very expensive.

Even without burning rare and precious materials, cultivators can still be used as fuel, consuming their true essence.

He thinks this way because he has done it before; when he was working on the Black King Order, he experimented on his own subordinates.

He's really useless.

Therefore, he did not believe that the people from the Six Sects could keep blocking things indefinitely; people get tired.

There's no such thing as being able to guard against thieves forever.

If you act quickly enough, you can obtain useful information before they can react.

After much mental preparation, he finally mustered the courage to dial the communication link connecting the four continents.

However, the demonic sound returned.

He once again felt that sensation of ants crawling on his soul.

"Bo Bo Chicken! Bo Bo Chicken! Bo Bo Chicken for 100,000 yuan a skewer!"

Hehehehehehe!

"La la la la, I'm coming to step on your feet!"

Xiao Jing's left hand, "."

After briefly enduring this mental shock, he crushed the Black King's Token in his hand.

"They're sick! Everyone in the Six Sects is sick!"

If he had no other choice, he would rather listen to the buzzing and get stung by a cow than listen to these crazy words.

Of course, this is just a thought.

After calming himself down, he used his left hand to support the mosquito net as he hopped towards the other main hall.

He had another theory about the origin of these insects: that they flew out from the fossilized corpses of ancient worshippers.

This is not impossible, because similar things have happened in the past.

He was just an outsider, and even after spending countless years in this asteroid belt composed of stone corpses, he didn't know much about the many effects of the stone corpses.

Because some of them never produced any unusual phenomena, they simply floated quietly in this lonely universe.

He needs to check and see where the problem lies.

However, as soon as he returned to the main hall, he felt that something was wrong with the day.

The main hall seems a bit empty.

He touched the empty wall beside him with his left hand, feeling the holes left by the mortise and tenon structure that had been forcibly pried off.

There used to be a cabinet here, filled with his favorite bottles and jars. Although they were not legal artifacts, he would often take them out to admire and relieve his boredom.

But now it's all gone.

And it wasn't just the cabinets; there was also the large cauldron in the center of the hall, the candlesticks in another corner, the table he often climbed on, and the plaque that read "Heavenly Palace Beyond the Realm."

As if they had just been robbed, all the illegal and common items had been stolen.

All gone.

The last vestiges of hope have all been stolen!

My left hand doesn't have a mouth, so I don't need to breathe, but for some reason, I still feel a little short of breath.

"Who did this! Damn it! It must be the passage! Devouring Wind Valley!"

Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, he was now certain that something was wrong in Wind Devouring Valley. The insects and thieves had most likely come from there.

He felt like he'd seen this kind of despicable tactic somewhere before.

Xiao Jing's left hand transformed into a human again, and he planned to completely destroy the passage.

The core component of the channel is a primordial worship of a person named Yun Wanli.

The opening between its two hands allows people and objects to pass through without hindrance, no matter how far apart they are.

Xiao Jing found the Yun Wanli stone corpse that had turned into fragments and placed its hands on the main headquarters in the outer heavens and those three locations, thus creating the passage connecting the outer heavens and the four continents.

Yun Wanli only had eight hands, and he only found six of them.

To conserve resources, he only destroyed the Yun Wanli palms that were placed in the four continents, but he did not destroy the palms here, and kept them.

This is a good product; if we work together, we might be able to use it again someday.

He now stores the remaining Yun Wanli palms in a pavilion called Dengxian Pavilion.

Just as Xiao Jing was about to jump to the Ascension Pavilion, he sensed a sharp sword intent slashing down on him.

Xiao Jing was so frightened that he immediately shrank back, and the sword light shattered the black clothes he had conjured.

Alarm bells rang in Xiao Jing's mind. He walked naked to the window and looked in the direction of the Ascension Pavilion.

It's better not to look at it, because once I do, I feel a bit breathless.

Because he saw that the Ascension Pavilion was running away.
A swarm of red, muscular mosquitoes, white twin tails, and red, long-bearded crickets were pushing Dengxian Pavilion toward where Commander Chen was.

Now, Dengxian Pavilion has entered the range of Chen Qianhu's sword.

If we want to get it back, we have to go out and confront Commander Chen.

The problem is, he can't win a one-on-one fight.

So, all that's left is cursing.

"Commander Chen! You're a heartless scoundrel! The Sword Sect is full of loyal martyrs! How could a thief like you emerge from among them!"

Valley of Devouring Winds.

Zhang Ze stopped playing with A Li and started playing with the vase instead, muttering to himself as he did so.

"This vase is so beautiful! No wonder it's an antique passed down from royalty! It's wonderful, I'll give it to Mao Mao as a water cup when we get home."

At this moment, Zhang Ze was surrounded by all sorts of old objects. Although they were all ordinary items, each one was quite valuable, possessing immense craftsmanship, artistic value, and historical significance.

Zhang Ze's plan was not just about sending messages; the acquired Dao Body cultivation method engraved on the insect's wings was merely a backup plan.

What he really had his eye on was Yun Wanli's other hand.

Zhang Ze instructed the insects to act according to the situation. If they could steal or move it, they should push the other hand to the sect leader to ensure that Xiao Jing would not sabotage it.

If this step succeeds, he can then expand and reinforce the destroyed entrance to the sacred tree, reopening the passage between the two places.

Once the passageway is repaired to a level sufficient for Mahayana cultivators to pass through, the entire army can launch an attack and deliver a fatal blow to Xiao Jing.

Kill that bastard, pack up his entire headquarters and take it home.

The plan is currently progressing very successfully.

The phantom of the sacred tree changed colors on the boulder behind Zhang Ze, slowly repairing the tiny entrance.

The small entrance on the boulder had now widened slightly.

Although he still cannot pass by people, he can no longer have any problems teleporting ordinary objects.

These antiques, for example, were brought back from there by those insects under the guise of conducting experiments, as a tribute to their boss, Zhang Ze.

In their naive understanding, their former leader, Lily, really liked these junks.

As the former leader of the boss, it's only natural that he should like these pieces of junk, since he's benefiting from their influence.

However, Zhang Ze didn't really care about these bottles and jars.

He mainly enjoys seeing Xiao Jing suffer losses.

While Zhang Ze was happily picking through these antiques, choosing gifts to give to his master and friends.

The sect leader's voice came from the other end of the passage.

"What a clever scheme, you little brat. You steal, but I get scolded," Commander Chen joked.

Upon hearing the sect leader's voice, Zhang Ze quickly put down the teacup he was about to give to his master, stood up properly, and explained with a grin.

"It was an accident, it was all an accident."

Commander Chen chuckled softly.

"Alright, we can talk about our jokes later. I want to talk to her and her daughter for a bit first."

Zhang Ze turned around and found that Ms. Mo was already standing behind him, holding his junior sister's hand.

(End of this chapter)