Chapter 22appear

Not long after the eight-legged monster left, a purple-gold light flashed in the air. Looking closely, it turned out to be a ring. The ring emitted a beautiful colored light. A figure came out of the colored light. This person was Zhang Ziguang.

Put away the ring, Zhang Ziguang stretched out his waist, and disappeared in place with a flash.

He flew to Yunkong's residence. As soon as the latter saw him coming, he hurriedly greeted him and said, "Well, has your plan worked?"

With a smile, Zhang Ziguang scratched his head and said, "That eight-legged monster is indeed a monster that has lived for tens of thousands of years. My illusion has little effect on him."

A faint disappointment appeared on Yunkong's face and said, "That's not success."

Zhang Ziguang shook his head gently and smiled, "I said it's almost useless, which doesn't mean that it doesn't work at all. When I used the illusion, the eight-legged monster was briefly distracted. I just took this opportunity to enter her memory."

"What did you find?" Yunkong was overjoyed to hear the words and asked.

Zhang Ziguang came to his ear and whispered, "The eight-legged monster is going to come to the most powerful magic weapon of the East China Sea alliance today, the wind spirit sword, let's wait for the rabbit!"

At the residence of the East China Sea League, there stands a sword-shaped building guarded by many disciples. This building is called the Tibetan Pavilion. All kinds of magic soldiers and the Fengling Sword of the town school of Qingjian Pavilion are also stored here.

The wind spirit sword is a sword handed down from ancient times. It is said that this sword contains a lot of wind power, and even when necessary, it can call out the wind god and attack the opponent.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a blue robe came to the Tibetan Pavilion, staddled at the door for a moment and walked in.

As soon as the two disciples saw this man, they immediately hugged his fist and said in unison, "See you, Elder Lei!"

Lei Zhijie nodded with a smile and said, "The leader ordered me to check the situation here. It's convenient for you two."

The two disciples looked at each other, nodded, dodged a road, and Lei Zhijie strode in.

Along the way, disciples kept saluteing him. He slightly estimated that in this small building, there were no less than 100 disciples constantly patrolling back and forth.

"There are so many people!" He said to his heart, walking to the largest room in the Tibetan Pavilion.

He opened the door, and a cold smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. He knocked twice on the wall on the left. The wall suddenly cracked, and a spiral object appeared in front of him.

He held the object with his hand and rotated back and forth five times. The squeak sound sounded in the room. A wooden platform popped from the opposite wall, on which there was a long sword shining green.

After taking down the sword, Lei Zhijie smiled proudly, and then carried a true breath on the sword. The long blue-green sword was suddenly shrouded in a black light, and then turned into a black cane.

He put away the walking stick, and Lei Zhijie walked out of the door. At this time, a voice stopped him from behind: "Sister, please stay."

Lei Zhijie's face changed and suddenly turned around. He saw Zhang Ziguang and Yunkong appear behind him at some point and looking at him with a smile on their faces.

With a surprised expression, Lei Zhijie smiled and said, "What's the matter with you two?"

Zhang Ziguang smiled gently and said, "We should ask you this question, eight-legged monster!"

A trace of anger appeared on Lei Zhijie's face and immediately disappeared. He smiled and said, "Both of you, please don't joke. Where did this come from?"

"Don't hide it anymore." Zhang Ziguang still smiled at the corners of his mouth and said, "After I came back, I found that your breath was exactly the same as the breath of your strongest split on that island. How dare you say that you are not a eight-legged monster?"

Lei Zhijie's expression became serious, stared at the two people in front of him, and said angrily, "Do you think I'm an eight-legged monster? Do you have any conclusive evidence? But you didn't say that I have the smell of a monster, I have it. Although I, Lei Zhijie, am not very good, I can't tolerate such insults. Please don't bully others too much.

"You said you were Lei Zhijie, so what is this person?" Yunkong said calmly. As he spoke, he dragged out a wooden box from his side. The box is still covered with dust.

When Lei Zhijie saw the box, the corners of his eyes suddenly twitched.

"Open it and have a look. There is something unexpected in it." Zhang Ziguang gently bounced off some dust from the box and said with a smile.

Lei Zhijie pondered for a moment and slowly closed his eyes. Immediately, his face became ferocious, his voice was sharp, and suddenly became a woman's voice: "Kid, I think I did it seamlessly. How did you find out?"

With that, a black gas surged up on his body, and Lei Zhijie's body began to change, and finally turned into a charming woman.

"Ha ha, it finally appeared." Yunkong looked at the charming woman in front of him and said with a smile, "You opened the air window that suddenly appeared in the secret road of the Wang family."

The eight-legged monster looked at Yunkong, smiled gently and said, "Yes, I laid those organs, and the sea and waves were all made by me in order to solve Zhang Ziguang in advance, but I didn't expect that this guy was so fatal that he could come back alive and say, how did you find my secret!"

Zhang Ziguang pointed to his head with his finger and smiled, "Because I entered your mind and saw your memory!"

The eight-legged monster meditated for a moment and suddenly remembered the moment of dizziness that he appeared when he had competed with him last night. Then he suddenly said, "Oh, I didn't expect that you had a mysterious realm. It seems that I really underestimated you before.

Zhang Ziguang waved her hand and said, "I dare not do it. I can't control your mind at all and completely drag you into the realm of the underworld. Only in that moment, I saw your memory."

The eight-legged monster snorted coldly, looked down at the box, and said, "You two really worked hard for me. They even moved out the box containing his body after I killed Lei Zhijie."

"Cut!" Zhang Ziguang shrugged his shoulders, and a playful expression appeared on his face, saying, "We don't have the leisure to dig his grave. This box was found in the warehouse and then painted some dirt."

With that, he opened the wooden box, which was empty, and there was no eight-legged corpse of Lei Zhijie.

The face of the eight-legged monster became gloomy in an instant. The black light seemed to have been summoned and surged around her. She pointed at the two fiercely with her pointed nails and roared, "I'm going to kill you!"

With that, he rushed to the two of them. A faint smile appeared on Zhang Ziguang's face, pulling the clouds, turning into a wisp of streamer and disappearing.

Once again, watching the two disappear inexplicably, the eight-legged monster stopped attacking and searched around. At this time, there was a rapid sound of footsteps outside the door, and the disciples guarding the Tibetan Pavilion were shocked by the sound here and were walking this way.