Chapter 63 The Source of the Palace Incident
"Master? What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

The leading general noticed that Wen Zhong looked strange and asked in confusion.

I suddenly felt an itch on my face, so I reached out to touch it and found something like fleshy buds. When my palm touched them, they fell onto my hand one after another.

He looked carefully and found that what fell on his hand were indeed flesh buds, dancing densely and struggling to drill into his palm.

He was suddenly frightened and stretched out his other hand to pull out the granulation.

But he suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if the granulation tissue had been connected to his body.

"Master, save me!"

The general stretched out his hands and called for help towards Wen Zhong. From the corner of his eye he saw dense granulation tissue on his face, which grew longer and longer until granulation tissue appeared on his eyes. He suddenly lost consciousness.

The strange phenomenon did not only occur to the generals leading the troops; the soldiers behind them also began to struggle.

All the soldiers who had no training had no ability to resist and turned into a mass of flesh.

Until the flesh buds between everyone connected, as if they were about to merge into one whole.

The Qi-refining practitioners in the army who were not affected jumped aside one by one and looked at the changes in the field cautiously.

Wen Zhong suddenly shouted: "Where are the four generals of the Demon Family?"

Mo Liqing and four others came with the army and were looking at the horrifying scene in front of them in shock.

At this moment, he heard Wen Zhong's shout and quickly jumped out, clasped his fists and shouted, "I am here!"

"Slay the demons, evacuate the people, and kill all those who show abnormalities!"

Hearing this, the four of them felt a tremor in their hearts.

It seemed that Master Wen was going to slaughter these soldiers who had behaved abnormally.

Their hesitation did not last long, just a moment. After a brief pause, they all shouted, "I obey your orders!"

Immediately, they led the remaining Qi Refiners and started a massacre of the soldiers who had undergone mutations before their eyes!

The four generals of the Demon Family revealed their true forms one after another, each with a green face and fangs, with smoke spewing out of their nostrils.

Mo Liqing summoned the Qingyun Sword, and the four characters 'Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind' on the sword lit up one by one, turning one into two, two into four, and then into one thousand and twenty-four tiny flying swords, shuttling through the crowd.

Maroon 5 opened the Hunyuan Umbrella, and the densely packed gems on it burst into colorful light. The umbrella turned, the world shook, and a large number of mutated soldiers were sucked into the umbrella, turning into a pool of black water and flowing out.

Mo Lihai flew up into the sky and plucked the jasper pipa in his hand. The pipa had four strings, corresponding to earth, fire, water and wind. As he plucked the strings in sequence, sand and rocks flew, wind and fire came out at the same time! Anyone who was hit turned into a ball of fire and turned into charcoal.

Mo Lishou was watching from the side. He had just tried to charge into the crowd, sweeping the double maces in his hands, causing blood and flesh to fly, but it was of no use. As long as there was flesh and blood, the abnormality would always exist, and he himself almost fell into a mass of flesh and blood tentacles. If it wasn't for the flower marten who brought him out, he would have been trapped in it!
His precious beast, the marten, was of no use in this strange situation. These things were disgusting to look at and he couldn't eat them at all.

Wen Zhong took a look at the situation on the field and knew that the four generals of the Demon Family and the Qi-refining practitioners in the army could only delay for a while. It was only a matter of time before the incarnation of the Demon God appeared again.

He looked towards the palace and a white cloud that had been hovering above it for a long time.

The next moment, Wen Zhong disappeared.

The sound of sword energy gushing down in the distance ended.

Yang Jian patted the black tiger that had buried its head in the ground beside him, indicating that everything was fine.

Then he took Su Daji, sat on the black tiger, and went to the center of the palace to explore.

Mei Niang was left in the underground palace to take care of these blind foxes.

When they got closer, Yang Jian could see the situation of Mo Qilin clearly.

He saw several Taoists besieging him and his situation was precarious.

The cultivation levels of these Taoists are all at the realm of refining the spirit and returning to the void. Their cultivation levels are not very high, but their skills have the ability to attack together, and their combined attack is extremely powerful.

Although Mo Qilin is Wen Zhong's mount and has noble blood, his cultivation time is the same as Wen Zhong's, only more than 300 years, and his cultivation level is only at the level of refining emptiness and merging with the Tao, and he has not yet reached the fairyland.

That's why he was suppressed so miserably by these four people.

"Om~"

A sound broke through the air.

A Taoist priest was caught off guard and was cut in half, with his internal organs and intestines flying in the air.

"who!"

The remaining three Taoists all looked over.

"Your grandpa me!"

A figure fell from the sky with a sound, and the ground sank with a dull thud.

It was Yang Jian.

Then, the black tiger slowly fell to the ground.

Yang Jian pulled out the bronze halberd, shook off the blood stains on it, and looked at the Taoist who was seriously injured by him.

I thought to myself that he was indeed a person of high cultivation and his physical strength was good enough.

Even after being attacked by his half-million-pound force, his body did not disintegrate and his upper body was still struggling to survive!
With the arrival of Yang Jian, the remaining three Taoists instantly retreated and huddled together.

What they feared was not Yang Jian, but the black tiger behind Yang Jian.

It is actually a monster at the immortal level.

When Mo Qilin saw Yang Jian coming, he knew that Yang Jian was Wen Zhong's future junior fellow apprentice, and he ran over in a hurry as if he had been pardoned.

The two sides stood on each side, in a subtle confrontation.

But Yang Jian had the Black Tiger, and he was overwhelming them. Yang Jian looked around, and behind him was Emperor Yi's bedroom.

It seems that these Taoists wanted to rush in and behead Emperor Yi directly, but they were stopped by Mo Qilin.

Whose are they?
Zishou?

Yang Jian felt that this was not right. Emperor Yi was brought back by Zishou. If Zishou wanted to kill him, he would have done it long ago.

Or from other princes?
Yang Jian couldn't figure it out, so he asked directly: "Who sent you here?"

The three men said nothing, but used their magic power to capture the Taoist who was cut in half by Yang Jian, aligned his upper and lower bodies, and cast spells to save him.

Su Daji: "I think their magic is quite similar to the sects in Dongsheng Shenzhou. The only one who is connected with Dongsheng Shenzhou is Bigan!"

"Impossible, it can't be Uncle Wang!"

A voice came from the hall behind them. Everyone turned around and saw Zishou coming out.

"Pah~pah~pah~"

A round of applause rang out from above.

"Not bad, not bad, my good disciple. I haven't seen you for a few days. I didn't expect to meet you in Chaoge. It's really a fate."

Yang Jian's expression suddenly changed. At the same time, the black tiger behind him trembled, shrank its huge body, and hid behind everyone.

The person who came was Shen Gongbao.

Shen Gongbao's rugged face was covered with an inexplicable smile, and he looked at Yang Jian with cold eyes. He suddenly glared at him and said, "You evil beast, why don't you come back!"

"Ow~"

The black tiger whimpered unwillingly, looked back at Su Daji reluctantly, and ran to Shen Gongbao.

Why is Shen Gongbao here!

Didn’t he go back to Yuxu Palace? Yang Chan was also taken away by him and given to Yuding Zhenren as his disciple. Could it be that he is going down the mountain again so soon?
So was his behavior this time his own idea or the Yuxu Palace's idea?
Information in Yang Jian’s brain scrolled rapidly, and a sense of crisis surged in his heart!
Shen Gongbao appeared too early, and he was not strong enough to resist the heart-eating curse that he had cast on him.

"My dear disciple, go and kill Emperor Yi! Then we can continue our relationship as master and disciple!"

Shen Gongbao suddenly spoke.

Yang Jian was suddenly shocked when he heard this.

Zishou suddenly spoke up: "Where did you come from? You are causing chaos like this. Aren't you afraid of Master Wen's wrath?"

Yang Jian felt inexplicably strange in his heart. Zishou clearly wanted to usurp the throne, but now he was protecting Di Yi.

Could there be some secret behind this that makes him behave like this?

Shen Gongbao smiled sinisterly: "Wen Zhong? Let's talk about it when he is free. Don't you want to sit on the throne of the emperor? As long as I get rid of Emperor Yi, I will help you sit on the throne of the emperor, isn't it wonderful!"

"How ridiculous! The emperor you want to establish might not be Wei Zhongyan. My second brother looks a bit stupid, but I didn't expect that he would be appreciated by the great clan of Dongsheng Shenzhou. He is really a hidden talent."

Zishou said sarcastically.

Shen Gongbao ignored the sarcasm and turned to look at Yang Jian: "My dear disciple, why don't you make a move? Do you want to taste the taste of the Heart-Eating Curse?"

Yang Jian was caught in a dilemma. He looked back and saw that Mo Qilin was wary of him.

Zishou slowly retreated.

Only Su Daji stood by his side.

He looked at Su Daji and signaled her to use her charm!
"It's useless! My cultivation is not enough. My charm can only make the immortal feel good about me, but it can't really control the immortal to do things against his will."

Su Daji transmitted the message.

Shen Gongbao, with several Taoists behind him, walked forward, pressing forward step by step.

The back of Yang Jian's hand turned pale as he held the bronze halberd.

The next moment, a golden light appeared.

Shen Gongbao's face changed, and the sword behind him flew out to block in front of him.

A loud sound of metal clashing was heard, and violent magic power dissipated.

The golden light pierced through the sword, and the magic weapon was damaged.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, in the Jinxia Cave, Shen Gongbao, who was controlling his incarnation, suddenly turned pale and vomited blood.

He actually used the magic of turning stones into spirits to transform himself into an incarnation, and went to Chaoge to cause chaos in order to achieve great things.

"Shen Gongbao! Who gave you the courage to act so recklessly here?"

Shen Gongbao controlled his avatar to look forward, and saw a tall figure standing on the eaves of the palace. It was Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong stood facing the wind, his hair and beard flying, and the Flying Golden Sword under his control was pointed at Shen Gongbao's forehead.

"Also! Yang Jian is now my junior fellow apprentice and the direct disciple of the Golden Spirit Holy Mother. You are just a nominal disciple of the Jade Void Palace. Watch your attitude!"

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