Magic world

ps: The Legend of Emperor made my balls ache and my anus was so tight...

"Well, a lot of world power." That night, Ito Cheng, who was having fun with his wives in the palace, raised his head and looked at the sky in the west of the city and said to himself.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Zhao Ya, who noticed Ito Cheng's expression, asked softly.

"I discovered some interesting things." Ito Cheng smiled. Then he raised his hand and patted Zhao Ya's buttocks, indicating for her to get out of the way, and stood up from her seat.

"I go out for a while."

After saying that, his body flashed and disappeared from the palace. The next second, he appeared in the west of the city where the power of the world was surging.

"The Mohist's Mansion. It seems that Xiang Shaolong was caught by them." Ito Cheng, who was floating in mid-air and lowered his head to take in the buildings below, said with a low smile.

Speaking of which, he had almost forgotten about Xiang Shaolong. He had not seen him come to Handan for half a year, which made Ito Chengdu wonder whether this guy was eaten by wild beasts on the road, or by some other strong man. It's a snap. It's a credit to Yan Ping and the others for being patient and not giving up. Otherwise, they might not have figured out what kind of monster they were.

After all, no matter what, Xiang Shaolong is the real prince of this world.

Then, he brightened his eyes and looked inside the hotel through perspective.

In an instant, a large number of people were dressed slovenly, looking like they had not taken a shower for a long time. They were wearing linen clothes and barefoot. They looked no better than beggars. The figures of men sitting in groups of three and three, drinking and laughing around the square low tables were reflected. caught Ito Cheng's eyes.

Obviously, this group of people adheres to Mohist teachings: practice it personally and save money. If you work hard, you won't be able to cut off your house. Use an earthen bowl to drink coarse soup. They are the children of the Mohist family who eat rough sorghum rice and wear Gebu deer skin. They are completely opposite to those Confucian disciples who never tire of fine food and fine food, wear luxurious clothes, ride in carriages when traveling, and take luxury to the extreme. It is no wonder that they are gradually abandoned by human beings who pursue enjoyment.

After all, no wealthy person would be willing to dress up like a Mohist, which is disgusting.

But these have nothing to do with Ito Cheng for the time being, so he turned his eyes. Then he looked into the depths of the Mohist's Pavilion.

In an instant, several underground buildings resembling dungeons and secret rooms immediately appeared. Yan Ping, the leader of Zhao Guo's Ink Master's Guild, was sitting in one of the rooms. With a slightly excited look on his face, he took a pitch-black token with large ink characters engraved on the front from a disciple.

Obviously, this token is undoubtedly the Juzi Ling.

"Okay, okay, this huge order is finally in my hands." Yan Ping said excitedly.

"Congratulations, Master. I believe that with this huge order, Master will be able to conquer the Qi and Chu branches of Mohists and complete the great cause of unifying the Mohist family again." The disciple said with some excitement as well.

"Be careful! You must know that Cao Qiudao, the leader of the Mohists of Qi State, is known as the best swordsman in the world. Although there may be some exaggeration in this. But I think the other party's skills must be good. If you want to regain them, you still have to We need to work harder on our own." Yan Ping scolded with a tigerish face. However, from the slightly raised corners of his mouth, it is not difficult to see the joy and pride in his heart.

"Right. Where is Xiang Shaolong? Has it been dealt with?" At this moment, Yan Ping suddenly remembered something and asked quickly.

"We were about to deal with it. But the man said he wanted to see you again and ask some questions before he died. So the disciple left him alone for the time being and asked the master for instructions." The disciple clasped his hands and said.

"Meet me? Forget it. In any case, that person can be considered a descendant of my Mohist family. I will just go and see him and fulfill his last wish." Yan Ping frowned when he heard this, and then stood up from the ground. He stood up, put the Ju Zi Ling in his arms and said.

"Master is kind." The disciple complimented.

Then the two of them left the house one after another and came to another room on the side.

If the previous room was still a normal secret room, then this room was completely a torture chamber. A wooden-shaped wooden board was erected at the innermost end of the room. The hair was disheveled, covered in blood, and the face was pale. It looked like it was ready at any time. Xiang Shaolong, who might be about to die, was imprisoned above, with torches for lighting burning on both sides. In front of the wall on the right side, there was a copper basin burning with red charcoal and a long-handled soldering iron that was burned iron red. It was placed inside, and the sound of crackling carbon explosions could be heard from time to time. Two menacing-looking Mohist disciples stood aside, looking at Xiang Shaolong on the wooden board with a sneer.

"Crunch~"

"Master." Seeing Yan Ping pushing the door open, the two disciples quickly saluted and greeted him.

Yan Ping nodded, strolled up to Xiang Shaolong, and said softly, "The book is here, you can ask me anything."

"Cough, cough, I want to know how Master Yuanzong is doing." Xiang Shaolong asked in a soft voice after hearing Yan Ping's voice and coughing twice.

"According to the rules of the Mo family, he has been executed." Yan Ping replied calmly.

"Are you dead..." Xiang Shaolong lowered his lips and made an expression that didn't know whether he wanted to cry or laugh.

"I consider my relationship with Yuan Zong to be very confidential. No third person in the world should know about it. How do you know that I have a close relationship with Yuan Zong and that the Ju Zi Ling is on me?" Then, Mr. Xiang Long asked the biggest doubt in his heart.

"Someone told me." Yan Pingping moved slightly and replied.

In fact, at this time, Yan Ping also began to feel frightened by the powerful intelligence gathering ability possessed by the former Juluhou and the current King Zhao. He was wary of fear and made up his mind to avoid contact with King Zhao in the future. Never have any contact with King Zhao.

"Who is that person!?" Xiang Shaolong asked sternly, like a flashback, his eyes shining with a captivating light, staring into Yan Ping's eyes.

Yan Ping's heart skipped a beat when he saw Xiang Shaolong's sudden and captivating gaze. He frowned and replied, "It's okay to tell you, it's the current King Zhao."

"Is this King Zhao who created cement, paper, books, and official script writing!?" Xiang Shaolong asked with disbelief on his face.

He really couldn't understand why his 'partner' from the future would harm him like this? It seems like there is no grudge between the two?

"Yes." Yan Ping nodded and confirmed.

"Ha, hahaha, hahahahaha..." Xiang Shaolong suddenly raised his head after receiving a positive reply, and suddenly burst out laughing with resentment and relief in his eyes.

"Send him on his way." Yan Ping, who was a little irritated by Xiang Shaolong's laughter, said to the disciple beside him.

"Yes, Master." A disciple responded, then slowly drew his sword and walked up to Xiang Shaolong, who was laughing, and without hesitation, stabbed the sword into Xiang Shaolong's chest.

"puff"

Although they have never studied the structure of the human body, as a result of the experience accumulated from long-term battles, these swordsmen also know that the heart and heart are fatal to people. As long as they are stabbed there, people will not survive.

Sure enough, not long after, Xiang Shaolong, who had a sword in his chest, his voice gradually died down, his head hung down weakly, and he took his last breath.

In an instant, clouds surged over Zhao State, and a large amount of world power surged out like boiling water, stirring the surrounding void. Ito Cheng didn't hesitate when he saw this, and immediately jumped into the clouds where the power of the world was, opened the Rubik's Cube, and swallowed and absorbed the power of the world around him.

Under the full absorption of the Rubik's Cube, it didn't take long for the power of the world that had burst out due to Xiang Shaolong's death to be swallowed up in the sky, and it became calm again.

After doing all this, Ito Cheng lowered his head again and looked at the Mohist's Pavilion below.

"Huh?" However, at this moment, a strange change suddenly appeared in the Mohist's Pavilion.

In the secret cell, a figure who looked exactly like Xiang Shaolong, except that his body was filled with black and gray aura suddenly floated out of Xiang Shaolong's body and followed the disciple. The sword that came out surged into the disciple's body.

Then the next moment, the disciple's face turned pale, he suddenly fell down, grabbed his head with both hands and let out a shrill scream.

"Is this... seizing a body?" Ito Cheng said with some surprise.

But after thinking about it, Ito became relieved. After all, no matter what, Xiang Shaolong really passed through the time and space barrier, withstood the baptism of the power of time and space, and finally came to the Warring States Period with a intact body. It is natural that there will be some special changes, but In this way, Ito Cheng couldn't keep him anymore.

Thinking of this, Ito Cheng moved the Mohist disciple whose body was taken away by Xiang Shaolong to the void in front of him, raised his hand to summon thunder, and struck the Mohist disciple's body with a strike.

"boom!"

In an instant, as soon as the sky brightened, the bodies of the Mo disciples exploded violently, revealing a gray air ball with black energy on the outside.

At this time, Ito Cheng waved his arm again, and a faint purple-green flame was released, falling on the air mass.

It is the purple-green Tushita Fire that is said to be able to burn everything in the world!

"Squeak~"

Immediately, a special, ear-piercing scream came from the gray air mass.

Hearing this voice, Ito Cheng smiled coldly, ignored it, and watched quietly as the gray air mass turned into nothingness in the purple and green Tushita fire, leaving not even a trace of residue.

What surprised him was that at the moment when the gray gas was burned into nothingness, another force of the world gathered and spontaneously projected onto Ito Cheng's body.

"What is this? A reward for annihilating the so-called extraterrestrial demon?" Ito Cheng said to himself, laughing and crying.

Because if you really want to talk about it, Ito Cheng, the intruder, is the real and largest extraterrestrial demon!

However, there is no reason to push what he got, so with a thought, Itocheng sucked up all the power of the world in the sky, then waved down with one hand, and used the same method to remove the giant son in Yan Ping's arms. After getting it in his hand, his figure flashed and disappeared from the sky. (To be continued...)