Chapter 33 Thunder Lord helps me Wu Yong stood on the high platform, looking down at the married monk, and was hesitating about how to deal with him. Killing him is definitely unnecessary, but we can't let him go so easily either. At present, Cheng Jia is the direct murderer of the siege case! There has to be a balance here. He has to save face without appearing to be a bully. He tapped his fingers on the sandalwood chair and thought for a moment. Wu Yong asked, "Let me ask you, is Cheng Ji the elder of your Cheng family?" "Is that so?" The Taoist priests of the Wu family asked in unison, with their magic weapons hanging above their heads! I saw a white-bearded sorcerer among the Cheng family monks. He smiled bitterly and his voice was a little hoarse. "Yes! But" "No buts!" Wu Yong raised his hand to interrupt his rebuttal. "I'll give you two choices. First, you stay with the Chengji lineage. I'll send someone to hand you over to the Dongzhou Mufu and sentence you according to the law for attacking and killing a noble family. You, the Chengji family, will have to compensate me one million Daozhu!" "This is a way to make a big deal out of a small matter."
"Secondly, you can ask Zhao to endorse you, but my life is not so worthless." "But I can't guarantee what will happen in the future." Wu Yong suggested two options. The first option was for both parties to follow the customary procedures of the aristocratic families. The second one is the unconventional way. For the first option, the one million Dao baht that Wu Yong claimed would be a heavy expense for an ordinary prominent family. The second path, I think, will end up with your head and body separated. The head of the Cheng family had a gloomy expression and remained silent for a long time. This was truly an extremely tormenting decision for him. A shortfall of one million Daozhu would be enough to make their family lose face for a generation. But if they chose the latter, they could still vividly remember the scene of the fierce soldiers destroying their homes. "Choose? I don't think that's necessary!" A shout was like a thunderbolt, striking everyone's heart. Then they saw a ray of light like a veil hanging down from the horizon. It seemed that the clouds were light and the wind was clear, but in fact, in less than two breaths, the purple cloud had reached everyone's head. A man in Taoist robe with white hair and a youthful face stood on the purple cloud and sneered. "Ancestor Feng!" "Ancestor." When the Cheng family members who were suppressed on the ground saw this Taoist, they immediately called out to him. The Taoist lowered his eyes, sneered, and swept his sleeves. An invisible gust of wind blew over the guards who were suppressing the Cheng family. Under the strong wind, pieces of debris fluttered in the wind and flew straight towards Wu Yong and his companions. When it falls from the clouds, look again, it is not a piece of paper at all, but a piece of parchment with missing arms and legs. As soon as these pieces of paper were unfolded, they came to life immediately after losing Zixia's suppression, and the evil spirits that were broken into pieces of paper spontaneously pieced together in mid-air. The chopped-off limbs and torn body were glued together again, and finally turned into evil paper spirits.
The paper man's eyes rolled around, and as soon as it fell from the sky, it stared at the living people in the field, moving its limbs stiffly as it floated straight towards the market. "Hmm?" Wu Yong raised his eyebrows. Isn't this the camp paper that was handed over to Yin Erlang and then thrown away by him? These are made up of evil spirits, evil cultivators, and demons. After being sacrificed and refined by the superior magician, their spiritual consciousness is basically wiped out. They are trained to be immortal, between the Yin spirits and the gods of incense and grass! This also caused him to be more ferocious than when he was alive, fearless of death for the sake of protecting the way. Only one or several military supervisors were left in each battalion to command the group of demons. Without a military supervisor, it would be difficult for ordinary people to mobilize the rampant soldiers, and the rampant soldiers might even get out of control and backfire! After Yin Erlang lost this paper, it was probably taken by this person. At this moment, Taoist Zixia threw this paper without restraint, and wanted to harm the Wu family cultivators! "come over!" Wu Yong stretched out his right hand and pointed his five fingers at the paper figures in the air. The invisible gravitational force directly attracted many paper figures and pulled them into his palm. Yin Erlang also saw the opportunity quickly. He stood beside Wu Yong, holding a scroll of a haunted house in both hands. When Wu Yong took the paper, he immediately flipped the scroll and put all the paper back into the painting. "If this kind of evil spirit, which has not yet been sacrificed, breaks out in a county, it will soon turn into a ghost town!" Wu Yong frowned, thought for a moment, took the ghost painting from Yin Erlang, and put it into the mustard seed bracelet. Yin Erlang's character is quite lawless, so he cannot continue to be in charge of this camp. Seeing Wu Yong and his companions easily deal with this group of ruffians, the Taoist on the cloud froze and snorted coldly! "Heh! Skeleton monsters, blood seas, armored orcs, half-monsters. It seems that the paper gangs wreaking havoc in Danyang are also from your Wu family?" "Okay, okay! Your Wu family is really not picky. Instead of practicing the main method, you are practicing the side door?" The Taoist with white hair and a youthful face looked frosty, as if he was quite disgusted with Wu Yong. Wu Yong turned his head and glanced at the black skeleton commander - Yin Erlang, and saw a trace of resentment on his face. He knew that this Taoist had come with bad intentions! "It turns out that he is the Shang Xiu of Zhao Clan! Wu Yong has met the Shang Xiu." Wu Yong did not answer, but bowed lightly to the Taoist. The sky was filled with purple clouds, it seemed that this person was one of the magicians of the Ziling Zhao family. Wu Yong glanced at the Cheng family cultivators, pondered for a moment, and said: "Yong and the eldest son of the Zhao family have already made an agreement. This is my instruction. I still have important matters to attend to in Dongjun. I will leave after I finish this matter." Wu Yong bowed to the mage again and gave a hint. Put the blame on Cheng Ji. Wu Yong will leave Danyang after taking the people away. He will let the various families in Danyang make a mess and he will have nothing to do with it! "Zhao Jingde?" "Hehe, what kind of a clan leader is he? He is just a junior's words. His words don't count in this matter!" The Taoist on the rosy cloud showed dissatisfaction on his face. With a wave of his right hand, the entire rosy cloud turned into a purple cloud platform, which fell from the sky to the ground and floated in front of Wu Yong and his companions. The Taoist ordered: "I only give you one choice. Immediately, pack your bags, leave Danyang, and return to your Dongjun." "Or I can send you away myself. Anyway, you cannot stay in Danyang." The Taoist stepped down from the cloud platform, frowned and glanced at the cultivators in front of him, and then issued an order to expel them. In his opinion, the Wu family had something, but it was far from enough, and they no longer had the qualifications to bargain with the Zhao family!
Rather than compromising with him, it is better to cut the Gordian knot and drive him out of Danyang. The Taoist's purple energy was agitated, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a vast sea of clouds. The clear sky was suddenly covered by layers of purple clouds, like purple clouds pressing down on a city, determined to intimidate Wu Yong here. snort! Yin Erlang and Blood God both stood in front of Wu Yong, black clouds and blood light shot up into the sky, especially the blood light, which rushed into the purple cloud and tore the cloud in half from the middle, breaking the pressure of the purple cloud and revealing the clear sky. "Master, isn't your behavior a bit too much?" Yin Erlang said with a stern look on his face, dissatisfied. You have to know that Wu Yong is their Taoist master and the eldest son of the Wu family. There has been nothing wrong since they met, so he shouldn't be so shameless as to do it himself, right? The dignified third-level Zixia wizard personally took action, but his moves were broken by a few rampant creatures. This made the purple-robed Taoist look unhappy. At this moment, he was also resentful of the black-bone skeleton monster. The Taoist flicked his right sleeve, and the misty purple air turned into a stream of light, which suddenly hit Yin Erlang's face, knocking him to the ground and causing him to roll several times on the ground. "Who do you think you are? How dare you, a dead ghost, question me? Even if the old fellow from your Wu family is still alive, he would have to bow and call me Brother Dao when he saw me." "The affairs of the Cheng family have nothing to do with you. You, the Wu family, can go back to where you came from. Otherwise, don't blame me for not telling you in advance." The Taoist took a tough attitude and wanted to drive Wu Yong and others away. The Cheng family did not allow them to move. He attacked several times, each time hoping to gain the upper hand and shock Wu Yong. This made everyone inside and outside the market dare not breathe loudly. The alchemy master, the law and power are condensed into one. As the saying goes, after swallowing a dragon and tiger pill, I realized that my destiny is in my own hands. Just the presence of the purple cloud pressing down on the city made all the cultivators, both openly and secretly, so nervous that they dared not breathe. "But, I must keep this in mind!" Wu Yong's expression changed several times, but in the end he smiled. Since Zhao felt regretful, Wu Yong said no more. He waved his right hand towards the guards, and the Taoist guards surrounding the Cheng family practitioners also withdrew. Since Zhao was capable of doing such a thing, he first made an agreement and then slapped Wu Yong in front of everyone. Then just retreat for now. He wants to see how long Zhao can be so proud! Several sorcerers from the Wu family looked deeply at the Taoist, then turned around and gathered around Wu Yong, ready to leave the market. "and many more!" "Your Wu family has trespassed into the Cheng family's territory, destroyed the formation and the world, and caused a lot of casualties. How can you retreat so easily?" "I think these horses are pretty good, they can be kept as an apology!" The Taoist looked at Wu Yong, made a hand gesture with his right hand, and directly arrested the Taoist guard and the dragon horse under him. Since Wu Yong has been offended badly, judging from his appearance, he must have remembered it in his heart. It would be better to suppress him severely to prevent the Wu family from stabbing him in the back. But after this second move, the Blood Lord could no longer hold back, and the blood river rolled up, instantly turning into hundreds of blood shadows rushing towards the Taoist. Yin Erlang got up from the ground, slightly twisted the skull to put it back in place, and drove the Five Horses Pagoda Lock straight towards the Taoist. Time and again, this Taoist must have made up his mind to severely suppress Wu Yong. "Haha! Shang Xiu really knows how to joke." Wu Yong's face condensed, and he laughed in anger. He watched Yin Erlang and the Blood God entangle the Taoist mage, and then he turned around and gave cold orders to the evil camp skeleton monster and the armored beast. "Go, kill the Cheng family monk for me, and I will make him seek justice!"
At this moment, the relationship had already been torn apart, and Wu Yong was not someone who could suffer any loss. If you want to crush me to death, then let's break up and neither of us will live! Seeing the soldiers of the evil camp moving towards the Cheng family monk, the twenty-four skeleton monsters sacrificed the Five Horse Pagoda, transformed into a goose-shaped formation and crushed straight towards the Cheng family monk who was still in a confused stage. The twelve armored beasts rushed into the sea of people in two leaps, and crushed the two Qi-refining Taoists with a clenched palm. Within a few breaths, wailing and screaming echoed throughout the river bank. He gently held the Lingguan Treasure Edict in his sleeve and watched the game between the second leader of the Evil Camp and the Zixia Mage. The purple cloud energy is the morning cloud purple energy, which belongs between Shaoyang and Chunyang, the end of Shaoyang and the beginning of Chunyang. The Taoist priest relied on purple energy, and was not afraid at all when facing the two attacking evil spirits. Wherever the purple energy went, Yin Erlang's corpse gas and wolf smoke were defeated again and again, and the Five Horses Pagoda Lock was also blocked by the brocade robes on the Taoist priest. The Blood God's expression changed slightly, and he stood in front of Yin Erlang. Seven hundred and twenty blood shadows pounced towards the Taoist together, immediately dispersing the monstrous purple air. This blood path secret technique - the blood droplet is a technique of the blood god son from the Styx Blood Sea. Each drop of blood shadow is a blood path clone. The blood shadow is indestructible and the body is immortal. It is the most superior method in the Blood Sea Dao. During his lifetime, Blood God Son was a top-grade alchemist of the Blood Sea Dao. After he had been refined to the level of a rampant one, even though he was no longer at the peak, he could still fight against ordinary alchemists for a short time. "Ancestor save me!" "Ancestor!" "." Hearing the wailing in the arena, Taoist Zixia immediately became furious. He turned into purple energy and struck back the Blood God Son, glaring at Wu Yong. "How dare you, evil creature!" But the next moment, he was entangled by the blood shadow that pounced on him, and he was unable to attack Wu Yong. "Hehe! The superiors like to step on one and praise the other. Although I, Wu Yong, am incompetent, I will not bring disaster to the Wu family's reputation by becoming a stepping stone for the Cheng family." "If you want to praise the superiors, then praise the hundreds of heads and corpses of the Cheng family!" "They didn't die in my hands, but in the hands of Shang Xiu, hahahahahahaha!!" Wu Yong shouted coldly as he watched the evil camp slaughter the entire Cheng family. Wu Yong's face darkened as he gathered the Wu family's guards and the four generations of the He family's grandparents and grandchildren to his side. warned: "Now, the Zhao family will never give up. Although I, Wu Yong, have no moral integrity, I cannot let others trample on the reputation of the Wu family that has lasted for thousands of years." "When that time comes, I will summon the Five Thunder Soldiers with the Thunder Talisman. While they are fighting with the Taoist priest, I will have the Blood God Son capture all of you and use the Blood Escape Technique to flee directly to Danyang, then go to Black Mountain, Shouchun, and head straight to Dongjun." "The Blood God's Blood Escape speed is not inferior to that of the Alchemy Master, and Black Mountain has always been at odds with Danyang. The one in Shouchun is now high up, and he won't get involved in such matters." "There should be no problem along the way!" As if he was trying to comfort everyone, or to encourage himself, Wu Yong's tone became more decisive. With his hands clasped on a purple gold brocade bag, after all the Cheng family monks were annihilated one by one, Wu Yong's face turned grim. He untied the brocade bag and took out a talisman from it. The whole body of the token is made of wood struck by lightning, about five inches long, two inches wide and five fen thick. It is made according to the pattern on an auspicious day. The token is engraved with the God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning, the God of Wind and the God of Rain around it.
There is a relief of a thunder pestle on the front, with the handle on top and the body of the pestle on the bottom, and wind symbols, rain symbols, cloud patterns, and thunder patterns engraved on the left and right. The decoration on the back is simple, with only the three words "Lei Gong Lu" transformed into cloud talismans. Although Leigonglu is not an orthodox Five Thunders decree, the Wu family has been exploring for thousands of years and can use it to summon the Five Thunders soldiers and horses respected by the clan at a certain cost! Wu Yong bit his finger and smeared his blood on the Thunder Order, chanting a spell. Feeling the huge sense of devouring coming from the Thunder Order, he cried out that he couldn't bear it, and quickly mobilized the spiritual power of the Fusang wood in his Dantian to fill the gap. This change also made Wu Yong's face turn slightly pale. "Now there is the Wu family, which has raised you for a thousand years, but has suddenly encountered misfortune. A strong man attacked and killed you in front, and a powerful family oppressed you in the back. Although I am not talented, I am unwilling to give up, so I am calling on the Lei people now." "The Wu family has raised you for a thousand years, provided endless sacrifices, and treated you with great respect. At this critical moment, are you willing to fight to the death for me?" Wu Yong formed seals with his hands and bowed slightly to the Lei Ling floating in front of him. "Can!" After receiving his response, the spiritual power of thunder on the Leigong Lu increased suddenly, and in a short period of time it even broke through to the level of a magic weapon. "Thunder Lord, help me!" Thunder God Talisman. This is a very early secret art of thunder. At that time, the Five Thunders Law, the summoning of the Five Thunders, and the Five Thunders Command had not yet taken shape. Therefore, Lei Gong Lu is somewhat similar to the practice of the Great Sage Master. Although it was relegated to the side door after the formation of the Leizu and Zhongtian Ziwei beliefs of the Lei Dao, it is still a very ancient lineage. (End of this chapter)