Daqin storyteller: I have become a sword fairy all the way

"Boy, you have 60 years of cultivation, how can you be my opponent who will fight for thousands of years!" As soon as the words fell, Ying Zheng's hand holding his wrist yanked hard, and forcibly pulled the master's wrist with his little boy. Arms are pulled off together.

"Ah!" The sect leader screamed in pain, and a large amount of blood gushed out from his wound frantically.

Seeing this situation, those remaining disciples completely ignored any support for justice, and all ran away.

But how could the escaping black energy let go of such a suitable body, and chased after them one after another, and the black energy violently penetrated into the fleeing disciples of the sect.

No matter how those children cried for help, it was useless. After a few breaths, the black energy had already occupied their bodies, crushing and devouring their souls.

The head of the sect held back the severe pain, and saw that all the so-called elite disciples he had brought out died, and felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

He knew everything about each of these disciples. These people were selected from those children who he traveled all over the place. He raised them with his own hands, but now they are being slaughtered like a herd of livestock.

The master raised his palm, and the aura in his hand swirled, and the palm slapped on the wound on his arm, scorching the flesh and meridians forcefully, preventing the blood from continuing to flow out.

Ying Zheng looked at the panting head, a trace of displeasure flashed across his face, and said, "Boy, why bother struggling? I told you, I won't kill you, so run for your life!"

The headman suddenly sneered and said: "Hahaha, you group of demons heretics, the patriarch of the Sanqing sealed you back then, it was all your own fault! You are just a group of greedy beasts! "

"You can kill us today, but the spiritual energy has recovered, and the righteous way is still there! You group of inhuman creatures are destined to be killed!" The head of the sect shouted hysterically.

Ying Zheng's face was already twisted into a ball at this time, he was obviously irritated by the words of the leader, but after a while, he suppressed his anger and said coldly: "You are not from that era, I don't blame you , you think we are demons heretics, I don’t blame you. This deity has always said one thing, I said I won’t kill you, I won’t kill you, you go, take your world’s righteous way, and go back to the mountains.”

The head of the sect obviously didn't intend to leave anymore. He grabbed the flying sword again with trembling hands, took a deep breath, looked up at the night sky and said, "Sanqing Daozu, the disciple is incompetent, and he failed to complete the entrustment of Daozu. The Dao Patriarch above can see what his disciples are doing."

Ying Zheng didn't say anything, just looked at the head of the sect coldly and muttered to himself.

The head of the sect lowered his head, looked at Yingzheng, his heart broke, and he yelled: "Evil heretics! My ancestor is not in this world, and I, a disciple of the Sanqing Sect, must abide by my responsibilities. There is no way in the world, and I am the right way! Look at the sword!" !"

As soon as the words fell, the head of the sect came to kill him with a sword, while Ying Zheng looked at him with a look of pitiful eyes, and did not respond in any way.

Looking at Ying Zheng's expression, the leader suddenly had self-doubt, and he asked himself a question.

I have never met Patriarch Sanqing, but the person in front of me is from the same era as Patriarch Sanqing.

However, as the saying goes, hearing is believing seeing is believing, maybe I have been deceived all the time?
As if Ying Zheng heard his heart, he grabbed the master's flying sword and crushed it into pieces.His hand transformed from a fist into a palm, and stabbed into the head's heart.

The head of the door twitched and lay on Ying Zheng's shoulder. Ying Zheng felt the temperature of his palm passing through the internal organs, felt the heart that was still struggling and twitching, and whispered in the head's ear: "Poor man, Why did you risk your life for a scam?"

The head took his last breath and asked weakly: "What is the truth?"

Ying Zheng raised his head, looked at the night sky, sighed and said in a low voice, "It doesn't matter what the truth is."

The head didn't get a reply, but his body couldn't bear it anymore, he could only stare his eyes wide and die with hatred.

Ying Zheng withdrew his hand, and the corpse limp and fell to the ground freely, turning into a lump of flesh.

Looking at the ruins of Xianyang City, he couldn't help laughing at himself. He said to himself: "Why is it still like this after ten thousand years, and no one is willing to see what the truth is? We have endured these ten thousand years day and night, in the end And for what?"

At this time, a black air that occupied the concubine's body stood beside Ying Zheng, she whispered: "Don't think about why, don't forget our purpose."

Ying Zheng nodded, and drew his fingers in the air again. A few minutes later, an obscure and simple magic circle was drawn.

The magic circle vibrated several times, sending out waves of ripples. After a while, it was embedded in the ground of Xianyang City, and the whole magic circle emitted bursts of light.

Seeing the drawing of the magic circle, those black qi cheered for a while, and many people even cried with joy.

Genghis Khan had just recovered his sanity at this time, he saw that the magic circle had been lit up, but he couldn't even move a single finger of his body, his body was already broken.

He could only watch as the magic circle gradually expanded, and finally a wide black stone platform rose from the ground, smashing through a large number of houses.

Genghis Khan looked intently, and there were thousands of coffins on top of the black stone.

Ying Zheng looked at the rising coffin, and couldn't help feeling excited. He naturally knew what it was, it was the sealed flesh of them!
After the black stone rose completely and stopped trembling, the black energy that had seized the mortals left the body one after another and flew towards his coffin.

The same is true for Ying Zheng, who left Qin Shihuang's physical body and flew alone to his own physical body.

At this time, several Dayuan warriors touched the city wall, and carefully touched Genghis Khan's side. They set up Genghis Khan, who could no longer move, and quietly brought their Khan out of the gap between the group of black air rushing back to the body. out of town.

Although the Dayuan army suffered heavy losses, it was an army of one million after all. When it entered the city, it was only 20 people in the vanguard. be preserved.

Genghis Khan's war horse was waiting at the gate of the city. The warriors of the Yuan Dynasty put Genghis Khan on the horseback, and they took advantage of the night to stay away from Xianyang City.

Those pitch-black coffins were silent for a whole night, and when the sun rose, those coffins were pushed away from the inside one after another. Except for the dissipated black air, the remaining about a thousand people stood up from the sarcophagus.

The black energy that had previously occupied Ying Zheng's body had completely changed.