Golden Summoner

Why can the Dominant Demon God offer such a condition for Xia Ping'an?

To kill Xia Ping'an, get an eternal body, sacrifice Xia Ping'an with blood, gather the god wheel to enshrine the gods?

With such conditions, it's no wonder that the Gorefiend Church went crazy, and even Zu Motian came to Shangjing in person.

Lin Yi turned his head and glanced at the living room next to the courtyard. Xia Ping'an was still in that living room the night before yesterday.

If he is not the God of the Dark God of War, the blood sacrifice to Xia Pingan will be able to confer the gods. Can he refuse such a condition? Wouldn't he be tempted?

Under the temptation of Fengshen, what is a human life?

Ji Dong also knew that Xia Ping'an's assassination today was a bit strange, but at this moment, even if Xia Ping'an was still alive, it would be unimaginable what he would face next.

Apart from the members of the Gorefiend Cult, countless people would want his head and sacrifice him with blood.

Under such circumstances, no one knows how long Xia Ping'an can live.

……

"In this kind of collision between the Kingdom of God, both sides have not exerted their full strength, and each is restraining. Neither side has summoned a truly powerful creature. For the people in the city, Beitangzhao did not trigger the counterattack of the national defense formation, and did not summon the Dark God of War to descend. For the demigods, such a battle is just a warm-up..."

In Pengwang Auction House in Shangjing City, Mrs. Xuan in a long dress was standing on the balcony of the auction house, looking up at the bursts of brilliance and the rain of light in the night sky, her eyes were filled with shock.

An old man in Tsing Yi stood beside Mrs. Xuan, the old man said the words just now.

Compared to Mrs. Xuan, the old man's gaze was extraordinarily cold.

"Beitangzhao...needs this battle...or rather, this battle is exactly what he's looking forward to..." Madam Xuan opened her mouth softly, "Shangjing is too chaotic recently, the Blood Demon Sect, and Prince Jing , and those people who hide in the Red Leaf Villa and eat people, alas, it really makes Beitang Zhao a headache, the emperor who can protect the Great Shang Kingdom and Shangjing City when the demigods invade is the real good emperor..."

"Not bad!" The old man nodded.

Mrs. Xuan shook her head lightly, "Unfortunately, it's too late for us to know. We didn't expect the ruler demon god to offer such a price to Xia Pingan. Xia Pingan must have a huge secret that we don't know. This secret , worth a god, who can refuse? Xia Pingan was assassinated today, and there are many doubts, I don't believe he is dead..."

"The world of Yuanqiu has not been so lively for a long time!" The old man stared at the sky, "This time the magic door is opened, Zu Motian and Beitangzhao may not be long before they are looking for the opportunity to become a god..."

"What do you mean, Beitang Wangchuan will ascend the throne soon?"

"Ok!"

"What about this demigod battle?"

"It will end before dawn, Zu Motian wants to get the exact news, and Beitang Zhao will not expand the war..."

"I believe that Xia Ping'an is not dead yet, can you always predict where Xia Ping'an is?"

The old man in blue shook his head, and stretched out his hands from his sleeves. In the old man's hand, he held a broken tortoise shell covered with runes and a few ancient bronze coins, "I have tried two coins just now. Every time, every time the divination results are imported into the spirit world, all I see is a gray mist, and the spirit world covers everything. The three words Xia Pingan, with the luck of the spirit world, can To cover up everything, there is indeed a big secret in Xia Ping'an's body..."

Madam Xuan's eyes were filled with shock, "You always said, is that the legendary spirit world?"

The old man in blue nodded slightly...

……

The battle in the sky lasted for most of the night. Before dawn, as a ray of blood rose into the sky, the cloud of blood that covered the sky dissipated instantly. Zu Motian, the leader of the Blood Demon Cult, had disappeared. Only Beitangzhao's stalwart and tall figure stood upright, like a pillar of the sky.

"Long live……"

"Long live……"

"My emperor's divine power..."

After a night of fear and fear in the capital city, the cheers of mountains and tsunamis finally resounded, and countless people were so excited that tears filled their eyes.

The crisis of the Blood Demon Sect's surprise attack on Shangjing City was finally resolved by Bei Tangzhao. His Majesty the Emperor is still His Majesty the Emperor. He is the patron saint of the entire Great Merchants Kingdom and Shangjing City. His status and strength are unshakable.

……

As the first ray of sunlight appeared in the clouds in the east, outside Shangjing City, in the void.

Zu Motian stood above the clouds, the master of the Golden Moon Hall stood in front of Ye Motian, and beside him, a large group of masters of the Blood Demon Cult from Jinyuezhou stood behind the master of the Golden Moon Hall, with their heads lowered and their hands drooping. Like a group of well-behaved students.

"Then Xia Ping'an was assassinated yesterday in Shangjing?" Zu Motian's red hair was calm and his aura was terrifying.

"Yes, the result of the investigation by the Judgment Army is like this, and there are many witnesses. Xia Ping'an was assassinated in the compound of the Supervision Office yesterday, and there is no body left!" The master of Jinyue Palace responded with a bow.

Zu Motian and Beitangzhao fought last night. Some experts from the Blood Demon Cult had sneaked into Shangjing to investigate the news, and neither side was idle.

"Impossible, Xia Ping'an is definitely not dead yet!" Zu Motian's bloody vertical eyes stared round, mysterious and strange, and he said firmly, "I fought with Bei Tangzhao last night, just to see where Xia Ping'an is. Not in Shangjing City, but there is no movement in Shangjing City. I searched Shangjing City with the eyes of the demon god, but I couldn’t find Xia Pingan in Shangjing City. There is no abnormality inside and outside the imperial city of Shangjing City. It seems that Xia Pingan is indeed gone. In Shangjing, he committed suicide yesterday, he should have escaped by feigning death, Xia Pingan must not have run far, immediately followed the water and land traffic in Shangjing to investigate, all summoners who left Shangjing should not miss it..."

As Zu Motian said, with a wave of his hand, hundreds of strange bronze mirrors appeared beside him, floating in the void. Looking vertically, the bronze mirrors shone with a strange luster.

"This is the Magic Artifact of the Beauty Mirror. That Xia Pingan has many tricks. He wants to escape and leave the capital. He is definitely not using his original face, but no matter what his current appearance is, as long as he takes a look on this mirror, he will definitely know nothing. Hide away! Take it, whoever kills the blood sacrifice Xia Pingan will be rewarded by the Lord Demon God, it depends on your luck..."

A group of members of the Blood Demon Sect were overjoyed when they saw this miraculous beauty-enhancing mirror, and each took a beauty-enhancing mirror.

"Go..." Zu Motian waved his hand.

"Yes!"

In the sky, except for Zu Motian and the master of the Golden Moon Hall, all members of the Blood Demon Cult scattered and flew towards the capital in all directions.

"Golden Moon Palace's action is quick and decisive this time, yes..." Zu Motian looked at the Lord of Golden Moon Palace, and his voice suddenly softened, "Everyone else has gone, why don't you go..."

"The subordinates are by the ancestor's side, listen to the ancestor's orders at any time, and Xia Ping'an will be satisfied if he helps the ancestor capture the blood sacrifice. The greatest wish of the subordinate is for the ancestor to be a god!" The master of Jinyue Palace said sincerely. He said with a smile, and saluted Zu Motian again.

People who don't know really think that the two are relatives.

Zu Motian's eyes flickered, and he laughed loudly, "Yes, yes, there is a reason why the Golden Moon Palace can grow and develop under your hands. I saw the right person!"

"I don't know what the ancestor ordered?"

"The members of the Blood Demon Cult from other states are also coming to Jinyuezhou and Dashang Kingdom one after another at this moment. You can pass on my order to bring those people to see me. I will give them the magic mirror to help them find Xia Ping'an as soon as possible. Complete the Demon God Order!"

"Yes!"

……

The train is still running tirelessly on the railway.

At dawn, the two "animal lovers" who had a rest last night knocked on the door of Xia Ping'an's room again.

"Uncle, uncle, we have thought of something that eagle owl can eat..." two little guys shouted outside the door.

After calling for a while, they found that there was no response from Xia Ping'an's room, and there was no sound at all. The two little guys glanced at each other, thinking that Xia Ping'an was going to the dining car for breakfast. In the safe room, there is no one, it is already empty, the salute, the birdcage, and people are all gone...

3 Chapter Forty

Two months later, on the northwestern border of the Great Merchant Kingdom...

Under the scorching sun, a caravan of camels was walking on the desolate and rugged mountain path. The bells of the camel caravan were melodious and clanging in the wind.

It is said to be a camel caravan, but what is carried in this caravan is not camels and horses, but centipedes like centipedes.

The centipede is like a small train, with a body more than 20 meters long and a back more than one meter wide. It is flat and long. One centipede can carry more cargo than ten camels.

That centipede crosses mountains and ridges like walking on flat ground, is not picky about food, has a gentle personality, and can carry heavy loads. It is really a good helper for carrying things.

There are eight centipedes in this camel team.

The people and goods in the camel caravan are all fixed on the centipede's back.

The centipede walked slowly. On the back of a centipede at the back of the line, there was a bamboo chair with a sun-shading cloth on it. Xia Pingan sat on the bamboo chair, his body swaying with the centipede. Shaking, looking bored at the same desolate mountain scenery around him.

On one side of the bamboo chair, there was a birdcage hanging. The birdcage was empty, and the bird in it flew to nowhere.

The surrounding scenery is khaki-yellow rock and soil, with some low thorny shrubs and weeds on the ground. Wild animals such as rabbits, coyotes and foxes can occasionally be seen in the wild, but not many.

Such a scene had lasted for two full days in front of Xia Ping'an's eyes.

Originally, Xia Pingan was planning to come by train, but there was too much movement in the capital that night, and Xia Pingan felt that something was wrong. When the train stopped at a place called Ya Town in the middle of the night to add coal and water, Xia Pingan got off the train in time. .

The train travels less than 90 kilometers in an hour on the tracks, and buying a ticket is enough.

The flying speed of a summoner like him is about 260 kilometers per hour, which is almost three times faster than that of a train, but flying in the air every hour needs to consume about 80 points of precious divine power.

After getting off the train, Xia Pingan used an illusion to hide his figure, and flew wildly in the night for a full six hours until dawn. He was [-] kilometers away from Shangjing before arriving in a small town.

Afterwards, it proved that Xia Ping'an's decision to get off the train and flee away in time was correct and timely.

In the next two days, Xia Pingan finally knew what happened in Shangjing that night.

The leader of the Blood Demon Sect, Motian, led the army of the Blood Demon Sect to raid the capital, and fought Bei Tangzhao, with the purpose of finding himself.

The ruling demon god issued a demon god order, anyone who kills Xia Ping'an will have an immortal body, and as long as the blood sacrifices to Xia Ping'an, he can condense the wheel of the gods and enshrine the gods.

In just two days, Xia Ping'an's name, because of a battle between demigods and the decree of the demon god, has spread throughout the Yuanqiu world. talking about his name.

In the next few days, Xia Ping'an also heard the news that all the trains, ships, and airships that left the capital that day were intercepted and searched by the experts of the Gorefiend Cult.

The Blood Demon Cult's actions were too fast, if he was still sitting on that train, he might be intercepted by the Blood Demon Cult.

The farther away from the upper capital, the lower the probability of the Gorefiend Cult masters being able to intercept it.

At this time, it was no longer the people from the Blood Demon Sect who were looking for Xia Pingan, but countless people from the entire Great Merchants Kingdom were looking for Xia Pingan.

The Blood Demon Sect issued a reward order, as long as they can provide accurate information on Xia Ping'an's whereabouts, they will directly reward 1000 million gold coins.

The huge reward of 1000 million gold coins made the entire Dashang Kingdom boil. Countless people in the world, bounty hunters, summoners, black and white people, and even ordinary people who dream of getting rich are all looking for Xia Pingan.

Xia Ping'an's portraits spread throughout the entire Great Merchant Kingdom quietly.

Along the way, Xia Pingan has encountered more than one time someone passing by with his own portrait.

Facts have also proved that there are very few people like Beitang Wangchuan who can see through the wishful mask on his face at a glance. Many of those who hold Xia Ping'an's portrait, even if they are standing next to Xia Ping'an, don't take it seriously. Xia Pingan, who had changed his face, recognized it.

In the past two months, Xia Pingan has changed his means of transportation and his route again and again, sometimes by airship, sometimes by train, sometimes by boat, and sometimes by flight. The siege and search of the vast and extensive network did not reveal any whereabouts. It is only today that they have reached the border between the northwest of the Dashang Kingdom and the Youshan area.

Youshan is a mountain range, and it is also a region. Youshan borders on the northwest of Dashang Kingdom, with an area of ​​more than 200 million square kilometers. It has always been a chaotic three-way zone.

Outside of the Great Merchant Kingdom, Youshan is also bordered by the territory of the Northern Demon Wolf Clan, and the south of Youshan is the territory of orcs, and the underground of Youshan is the world of underground monsters. The most people in Youshan are bandits. , Haoqiang, and all kinds of desperadoes who fled here from all over the place.

"Brother, after passing this Langya Mountain, there is Moon Fort in front of us. We can rest in Moon Fort for one night, and we will arrive at Youshan tomorrow..." Sitting on a bamboo chair in front of Xia Ping'an, one was wearing a sheepskin jacket, An old man with a dusty face turned his head and said something to Xia Ping'an.

"Oh, you can rest assured that night..." Xia Pingan also smiled.

This old man is the captain of the camel team, named Mu Li, and he leads the camel team all the year round between Lanqi City and Youshan in Fengling Province in the northwest of the Great Merchants Kingdom.

Youshan produces rubies, several kinds of highly valuable medicinal materials and high-grade furs, and the salt, cloth, tea and some exquisite utensils from Lanqi City are also needed by Youshan, because the difference in products has made the northwestern border of the Great Merchants prosperous and prosperous. Malformed trade.

The Great Merchant Kingdom had customs, but the customs collected heavy taxes. Therefore, in order to avoid taxes, various smuggling camel caravans came into being.

Xia Pingan originally wanted to enter Youshan through normal channels, but he found that the border control of Youshan by Dashang Kingdom is extremely strict. There are summoners stationed in the sky, and all people coming and going must be inspected. There are too many people here, and all the summoners who vacate are focused on. Xia Pingan doesn't know if there are any people from the Blood Demon Cult here, so he found such a camel team, paid a little money, and the camel team Lead the way and follow the camel team into Youshan from the ground.

Taking people in and out of Youshan Mountain is also one of the businesses of the camel team. Every year, how many people use this method to enter Youshan Mountain.

In fact, Xia Pingan hadn't figured out where he would go after leaving Shangjing. He came to Youshan just to avenge Lin Qing.

Wei Jiangxing, the altar master of the Youshan branch of the Blood Demon Cult, is Xia Ping'an's target this time.

Let's wait for revenge.

Xia Ping'an is not too sure about the specific situation here in Youshan. Xia Ping'an is not sure whether this revenge will expose him.If something cannot be done, Xia Pingan will not force it, then we will talk about it later~

"Brother, I have run the camel caravan here for decades, and I have seen everyone. You look so gentle, you shouldn't come to Youshan. This Youshan is full of people who eat people and don't spit out their bones. It's here..." The journey was slow, and after taking a few puffs of tobacco, Mu Li, the captain of the camel team, suddenly became interested in chatting, so he chatted with Xia Ping'an while smoking.

"The most difficult thing in the world is actually a poor word..." Xia Pingan sighed and spread his hands, "I heard that it is easy to get rich here in Youshan, and there are many opportunities. I will try my luck..."

"Brother, are you a summoner?"

"Hmm..." Xia Pingan pretended to be reserved and nodded, "I can barely protect myself!"

"Hahaha, no wonder you are so courageous, brother, but if you want to make a fortune, go find Xia Pingan..." Mu Li, the captain of the camel team, laughed, "I still want to make a fortune, but in the end, I just spent my whole life working here The captain of a camel team, the money he earns will be divided into [-]% by the owner, hey..."

"Xia Ping'an's money is not earned by ordinary people. Didn't I hear that he was assassinated in Shangjing? It's been two months. I don't know if he's alive or not. Where can people find that money? Maybe it's gone already." Let others earn it!" Xia Pingan said something about himself in a melon-eating tone, and spread his hands.

"It's true. The news is true and false. It has made people dizzy. We are traveling in the camel caravan to earn some hard money, as long as we don't meet robbers!"

Mu Li smashed his cigarette bag, and just after he finished speaking, a man popped up suddenly under the sand in front of him, and an arrow shot out of the sand like lightning, shooting a hunchback in leather armor The guard of the team shot down from the centipede's back and fell to the ground. Before the guard could struggle, the person who jumped out from under the yellow sand had already rushed forward like a hungry wolf, and slashed at the guard. On the neck of the guard, the head of the guard was cut open, and the blood was splashed with yellow sand...

"Sand Pirates..." one of the centipede drivers in the team yelled in horror.

Chapter 341 The Sand Pirate

To be honest, Xia Pingan was also shocked. He didn't even realize that there were people hiding in the underground in front of him.

The sand robbers, like poisonous snakes hiding in the ground, dug a hole in the ground and covered their bodies with earth and stones. They hid on the road where the camel caravan passed, and jumped out of the ground when the camel caravan appeared.

The Sand Pirate who jumped out from the ground was wrapped in black cloth from head to toe, and his face was not exposed. Only the eyes of the Sand Pirate seemed to be wearing a wolf-head mask with crystal lenses on it. There are also a few breathable copper pipes extending from the lower jaw, which looks wild, murderous, and punk.

After the first Sand Bandit jumped out of the ground and killed the guard of a camel caravan, he took the knife in his hand and slashed at the rider of a camel caravan next to him very viciously.

There are sand robbers and arrows constantly jumping out from the ground, shooting out, sharp, vicious, tricky...

There are one or two accompanying guards on each centipede, and in the blink of an eye, five guards and a rider of the camel caravan were shot or killed by arrows drilled out of the ground, and fell to the ground screaming. .