Chapter 159 Trial

Chapter 159 Exploring

"The gate has finally opened! Let's go! Come back next month..." The heavy gate opened, like a flood that opened the gate, and the crowded crowds quickly squeezed out. Businessmen from south to north were carrying various items, or huge horse teams. Zhou Yisheng did not touch these foreign merchants, because he still needed to officially notify their news and let other kings know. .

"Don't get in the way! I don't know who called it! This is Emperor Song Lu's family. Go away. Bang! The crisp sound of the whip was pulled out, and immediately those who knew the source made way one after another. I'm afraid it's a little late, and there is no place to reason with the whip.

The driver did not dare to be too presumptuous. Originally, he thought that there was someone on it. When Yi Junwei entered the city, he was very arrogant and did not let Yi Junwei check what they had transported, but the fierce battalions took the powerful medicine. Whoever was happy, they immediately fought. These ghost merchants were all beaten down and carried out the name of Emperor Song. However, when they saw the ghosts famous, they were not only not happy, but also angry. They flattered each other and dared not cause trouble again. Do you really think that we Yi Junwei has no backing?

Since then, there have been rumors that the King of Hell has negotiated with Emperor Song and other princes who have not participated in the war. Yi Junwei is the vanguard they sent together, and some unbelievers have inquired about what was going on. After investigation, it was found that the ghost name turned out to be Lu Xiaofeng, who was the young master of the Lu family, and the young master of the Lu family was actually willing to be wronged under Zhou Yisheng, and immediately the people's gossip ability expanded infinitely. Zhou Yisheng became the illegitimate son of the Lord of hell. Otherwise, why did he have the same virtue as the king of hell? Bored people always have a restless heart. As soon as such a secret text appeared, under the fan of the people with intentions, it suddenly became popular, drowning all kinds of bad consequences rumors after Yi Junwei entered the city, and stabilized the order in disguise!

"What! I became the illegitimate son of the Lord of Hell. Zhou Yisheng sat cross-legged on the tower, replacing the work of the double-headed double * dragon and patrolled the south. I don't know if he was afraid or ready to escape. The two double * dragons were taken away by the unlucky master, so he voluntarily sat here and gave up being a leader.

The virtual shadow behind Zhou Yisheng is constantly changing on the land, turning into different shapes, sometimes turning into tigers, sometimes like a morning chicken crowing, more like a monkey scratching. There are all kinds of things in the world, deduce a primitive picture of beasts. However, although these beasts are vivid, they are less than strange. , seems to lack soul.

Just as Zhou Yisheng was in the exercise of Taoist shadow, the ghost sword suddenly appeared behind him, with a serious face, but the corners of his mouth were always twitching. At first glance, he thought he had polio: "Some people in the city deliberately spread rumors that Yi was the pro-military guard hidden by the Lord of Hell, and also said that You are... the illegitimate child of the Lord of Hell." In the end, the stem suddenly turned fast for a long time, which was a little vague.

Zhou Yisheng still heard it and jumped up almost immediately. The Taoist shadow behind him lost the control of his mind, and then disappeared and became normal to follow his feet. He repeated unbelievably: "What, I'm the illegitimate son of the Lord of Hell."

"Is I that old? The Lord of Hell has lived for thousands of years, and the illegitimate son is thousands of years old. Ha ha! This rumor is really ridiculous and brainless, but it just fools these people. It happened that they were self-defeating and made me do other things again. Zhou Yisheng quickly returned to normal. Such rumors are not harmful to him. He believes that they will soon disappear, and there is no need to care about them. Looking at the ghost sword, he said, "How many soldiers have you found in your life camp now? I have let go of your hands and feet to recruit! Is it enough to gather up what the ghost scholar said? How is the arrangement? Can you deceive those princes?

"Hmm! You think short-lived ghosts are really easy to find, but there are a lot of confused ghosts under you. If you gather them all together and set up a confused array, those who dare to use their lives to calculate the military guards will be infected with confusion, and then they will be confused to death. Obviously, this serious person must be extremely upset that he can say such jokes. Obviously, he is very dissatisfied with letting him find a short-lived ghost and expand the life camp, and he thinks it is very unreliable.

"Hehe! Although the ghost scholar nagging a little, he is still a little talented and practical. You still have to believe him in these side things. Zhou Yisheng smiled a few words and was not sure whether the ghost scholar was fooling people again. He turned his head to look at the vast night, like a dormant beast, and opened his blood basin and devoured everything, including light, which made him feel very depressed, as if he was about to encounter an ominous thing.

A red cloud suddenly flew, like a rolling wheel on the battlefield, constantly crushing the bleeding light, and the rippled red blood like scarlet blood looked equally dazzling. A huge fishy smell came straight to my face and entered my nose, and the strong smell was about to spit.

"What is that!" Zhou Yisheng pointed to the floating blood cloud and asked. The blood cloud is really too far away. If it weren't for Zhou Yisheng's extraordinary vision, he would hardly have seen it.

The ghost sword is the leader in hell. Although it corresponds to the world's land list, the leader in hell is actually much more than the land list, and may even be counted as half of the sky list. This is because of the many differences between hell and the world. In short, it cannot be compared specifically. The ghost sword can only see a small dot, moving quickly in the sky with red light, and can't see what it is clearly. He shook his head, narrowed his eyes, and also felt some kind of ominous.

Suddenly, he screamed and said, "This is the blood cloud throne of the pseudo-king Wuyang."

"Blood Wuyang, isn't he dead? Why did he go to hell and become a pseudo-king?" Zhou Yisheng was puzzled. The first time Wuyang met him was in the martial arts competition. At that time, he was injured and went to treat him without medical money. As a result, he asked for his own blood, and Mr. Hua took action before he ran away. Speaking of speaking, he still owed him medical expenses!

"Hehe! The world is just a split of him. His body is in hell. Although this pseudo-king has a pseudo-word, he can really compare with ten masters. The ghost sword showed a yearning. He is very sure of his swordsmanship. He will definitely be able to kill him with one sword. If it is not enough for his current absolute cultivation, he can't win him, so he can't kill him with a sword, so he can only temporarily avoid the limelight. When the absolute cultivation has completely defeated these masters of Wangjing, he will he really find them to compare swords.

Zhou Yisheng heard the famous admiration for the pseudo-king Xue Wuyang, but he didn't expect that this guy didn't get along well in the world and eat well in hell! Unexpectedly, he became a king and asked doubtfully, "How fierce he is in hell!"

The ghost sword looked at Zhou Yisheng as if he were an idiot, as if he was not from hell. On second thought, it was it possible that he was really the illegitimate son of the Lord of Hell. He had been hidden by the Lord of Hell, so he did not know anything about hell. Suddenly, the laughter of the ghost sword was a little strange, revealing memories, as if he had returned to his former knife light and arrow rain, and his voice came faintly: "This is still the last hell war. It's too long. I don't know how many souls have been destroyed in hell, how many people have died, the whole hell is full of strong and pure evil, and some people have died. The yang floating in the air is the reason why there must be a great cure after the chaos in hell. In the year after the chaos, I don't know what happened in the black prison. It was shrouded in storms all day, and there was always thunder and lightning in the depths. There were so many visions that it was dazzling. It is said that the pseudo-king was a blood bead born from the endless blood river, which devoured everything that could be swallowed and gathered the essence. His great achievements and visions were continuous. Not only hell, but also the masters in the black prison also robbed them one after another. Unfortunately, they died in the hands of Xue Wuyang one by one, which became the best nourishment for his promotion. Later, it seemed that the King of Equality took action and did not know the outcome of the war. In short, no one knew the result, and Blood Wuyang also walked out of the endless river of blood, practiced everywhere, and no longer killed at will. That's why he got the title of pseudo-king.

"I think it should be a failure, and it's better to be a mess." Zhou Yisheng said viciously, because the blood cloud had floated in and exuded a strong fishy smell, which was not restrained at all. Obviously, it was provocative.

"Quick! Send someone to find my master." Zhou Yisheng said that Zhou Yisheng had no confidence in these kings or something. Now he is not the same as before. The fights with the Zhou Dynasty have been since childhood, but they have not jumped out so much directly. Although the old man hated it, Zhou Yisheng believed that this cheap master could be a peerless master to help him resist this strong enemy at a critical time.

The ghost sword wanted to stay and see the demeanor of the pseudo-king, but Zhou Yisheng spoke and reluctantly went down to the tower and asked people to find the unfaveling shit stick.

"Who is ahead? Do you know that this is a heavenly city? Please take a detour and go away, otherwise you won't be polite." Zhou Yisheng had to roar bravely, hoping that the cheap master could have a way to defeat this strong enemy!

"Hehe! Ha ha!" I thought the voice would be very soft, but I didn't expect that the voice was rough and heroic, with a little atmosphere, like a knight who saw an uneven road. He laughed a few times and said, "After the old man! Children, give me a palm."

The huge blood cloud was divided into a piece, turned into a palm the size of a house, and pressed directly to Zhou Yisheng.

"This thief! If the ghost doesn't open his mouth, he will do it. It's shameless. Zhou Yisheng was wronged. Who am I recruiting? This is comparable to the existence of the prince in hell. There is nothing I can do about the pressed palm. I can only close my eyes and feel it with my heart, hoping to find a flaw.