Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 121 Thank you Mr. Wuming for your outstanding contribution to the cause of righteousness
Zhang Ze saw a very familiar place.

This mountain, this ditch, these trees, and this big pit.

In the illusory world of Taixu, Wuming brought Zhang Ze to the Spirit Snake Rudder.

To be precise, it is the former site of the Spirit Snake Rudder.

The Spirit Snake Rudder that was blown up by Zhang Ze and plowed again by the Sword Sect master.

The place where dreams begin.

"It's dark under the lamp, so it's hidden here."

Others revisited the old place in their dreams. Zhang Ze was originally planning to build up some emotions, but unexpectedly Wuming had no patience at all.

Wuming grabbed Zhang Ze's arm and threw him into the snow.

Because he was in a dream, Zhang Ze did not feel any pain.

"Zhang Yida, you're afraid of the cold, right? What do you think of this place?"

His true nature was revealed, and Wuming no longer concealed his cultivation.

Without waiting for Zhang Ze to speak, he made a hand gesture and detonated the three Gu pills in Zhang Ze's body.

The poisonous insects inside broke out of the pill, one red and one white, and crawled under Zhang Ze's skin. Wherever they crawled, there was a black and purple mark.

Another one was drilling into Zhang Ze's internal organs.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!" Zhang Ze, who had no feeling at all, pretended to shout a few words.

Then he pretended to be in unbearable pain and began to roll around in the snow.

As it rolled, it rolled into a snow pit and disappeared from Wuming's sight for a short time.

When Wuming took a step forward and appeared beside Zhang Ze again, the real Zhang Ze had already left Wuming's dream.

The person lying in the snow and screaming turned out to be 'Zhang Yida', a character imagined by Wuming.

Zhang Ze watched calmly from the side, and even had the leisure to record the symptoms of various poisonous insect outbreaks.

Although Wuming's desires were magnified in the illusory world of the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror, Zhang Ze did not expect Wuming to be so cruel.

Zhang Ze counted them and found that there were probably more than thirty Gu under Wuming's control.

"Am I so hateful?" Zhang Ze said to himself.

But after thinking about it for a while, he felt that it was not his problem.

After all, Wuming wanted to take revenge on Zhang Yida, what did it have to do with him, Zhang Ze.

I am a righteous monk with a good family background.

After Wuming's imagination was exhausted and he had tried all the ways to play that would not kill people but would make life worse than death, he dragged the unconscious 'Zhang Yida' towards a mountain wall with one hand.

Zhang Ze, who had escaped from the dream, was no longer visible to Wuming.

He was following Wuming with a small notebook, recording Wuming's actions like a ghost behind him.

Watching Wuming use a secret method to open the secret door on the mountain wall, Zhang Ze wrote down the unlocking code.

Watching Wuming take out the Black King Order and contact his men hiding in the secret realm, Zhang Ze wrote down the Black King Order's power-on password and instructions for use.

When he dreamed of this, Zhang Ze’s mission had actually been completed.

After killing Wuming, we will find out what happened at the former site of Lingshedu, and then this matter will be over.

But Zhang Ze was very greedy. He wanted to try to get some clues about the headquarters of the Hundred Demons Sect.

So he entered the dream account again and put on Zhang Yida's vest.

Wuming felt the person in his hand move. He lowered his head and saw the cultivator named 'Zhang Yida' staring at him intently.

"Pooh, you evil dog." Zhang Ze coughed and spat out two bugs.

"We monks cannot coexist with you bastards."

"You hypocritical dogs!"

Although Zhang Ze was out of breath and looked like he was about to die, he kept talking and scolded Wuming from head to toe.

The central idea he wanted to express was, even if I was dead and nailed in a coffin, I would still shout out from the grave with my decayed vocal cords.
Wuming grabbed Zhang Ze's neck and lifted him up.

"What to shout?"

"Shout! I want to see you destroyed with my own eyes. Pah!"

A mixture of red poisonous insects and some tissues was spit onto Wuming's face.

Wuming's eyebrows twitched.

"Okay, okay, you like watching it, right? Then I'll satisfy you!"

Black energy coiled around Wuming's hand, transforming into a scorpion-shaped poisonous insect. The insect crawled to Zhang Ze's neck and bit him.

Zhang Ze's body instantly turned into black ash, leaving only his head held in Wuming's hand.

"Since you like to watch, I will let you watch all the time. Now I will refine you into a flying head Gu and keep you by my side." The black air in Wuming's hand covered Zhang Ze's mouth and nose.

"Let me show you carefully, will the six sects perish first, or will my Hundred Demon Sect dominate the four continents!"

Zhang Ze, who only had a head left, wanted to complain, because the six sects died first and the Hundred Demons Sect dominated the four continents were the same.

But after thinking about it, he decided to give up. His current identity was a human head that was refined in an instant.

It's inappropriate to interrupt casually.

While he was surrounded by the black air, Zhang Ze went offline again.

He has done all he can.

As for how long Wuming can continue this dream, and whether Zhang Ze, who has been upgraded to a trophy, will be brought back to the headquarters by Wuming in his dream.

Can Xuanjian's Taixu Illusion Realm be simulated to this extent?

Whether the Hundred Demons Sect has any strange forbidden magical weapons, etc. is not something Zhang Ze can control.

Do your best and leave the rest to fate. Following Wuming, Zhang Ze waited for Wuming to open the last secret door.

He was indeed curious as to why the Hundred Demons Sect had caused such a heavy snowfall in Qingjing.
What could possibly be hidden under the old site of the Spirit Snake Rudder, which had been turned upside down by the Sword Sect?

However, something went wrong in the illusory world.

I don’t know if it’s because Zhang Yida has been refined into a flying head Gu, but Wuming’s evil spirit has been released.

Or it was when he was strolling in the Water Snake Palace that he remembered his childhood and his heart softened a little.

Or maybe it was when he was practicing with the person from the Sword Sect just now that Wuming was reminded of the small sect that he had destroyed with his own hands.

Or maybe he had completed his mission in Qingjing perfectly and had no concerns about this place.

In short, Wuming finally let out the breath he had been holding.

His dream also began to slide deeper into the sea of ​​consciousness, falling to the place he most wanted to return to.

The illusory world of Taixu has changed.

Wuming returned to the East China Sea.

After the secret door opened, Wuming saw a cave.

Behind him, a torrential rain, accompanied by rolling thunder, tore down from the sky, pale blue lightning shattering the waves. The wind howled, soaking Wuming's clothes.

He saw a half-grown child standing in the cave. The child had a shaved head, was white and chubby, and was wearing a jacket that had faded from washing.

"Gazi, come here, I found a good place, come in and take shelter from the rain."

Gazi is Wuming's nickname. This child is his brother who has passed away long ago.

Wuming's eyes softened in an instant. He nodded and was about to say something, but suddenly closed his mouth.

Wuming realized that all this was fake.

At the moment when his brother was about to grab his sleeve, Wuming took a step back and closed the secret door.

I have already gone too far on this path of man-eating demon sect, there is no reason to turn back now.

Let the past be the past, Wuming never regrets.

The rainstorm and the sea disappeared without a trace, and the scenery around Wuming turned back into the cold cave under the Spirit Snake Rudder.

Wuming closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he looked as fierce as a tiger.

When you wake up from the dream, the illusory world will naturally dissipate.

"What a pity." Zhang Ze sighed. It seemed that his plan to follow the clues had failed.

Wuming found himself standing in a dark space.

A young man he didn't recognize was squatting in front of him.

"Hey, good afternoon." Zhang Ze greeted Wuming.

"It's you!" Wuming didn't recognize the face, but remembered the voice.

It’s the man named Zhang Yida.

No matter who this person is, Wuming doesn't want to listen to him now.

Without Wuming raising his hand, a black light penetrated Zhang Ze's chest.

Zhang Ze, who had already slipped out of the black boundary, smacked his lips as he watched his projection being killed in an instant.

"It turns out that an angry Half-step Yuanying is so powerful."

"But this is also good. It's a good opportunity to test the other functions of the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror."

Zhang Ze took out the two pages of instructions written by Xuan Jian from the treasure bag, and took out a small stool and placed it on the ground.

After finding a comfortable sitting position, Zhang Ze took a pen and drew a check mark behind the three spells [Taixu Illusionary Realm], [Xuanjian Questioning the Heart], and [Mirror in the Void].

There are three major spells and seven minor spells at the end of the instruction manual.

Zhang Ze felt that Mr. Wuming was very skilled and should be able to handle it.

Unfortunately, Mr. Wuming couldn't hold on.

Zhang Ze held the ink sword lent to him by his master in his hand, and looked down at Wuming, who was only wearing one piece of clothing, in a daze.

Just now, Mr. Wuming fed the Gu with his own body, destroyed his own soul, and sacrificed himself to his own natal Gu worm. In an instant, he broke through to the Nascent Soul realm and planned to fight to the death.

Then it was suppressed by the Xuanjian magic mirror.

Then, Wuming died.

"How come you are so powerful?" This was the second time Zhang Ze asked Xuan Jian this question.

As soon as Zhang Ze finished speaking, a line of white words appeared on the black ground in front of him.

[You didn’t even ask]

The Xuanjian Treasure Mirror answered for the second time.

Zhang Ze felt that he was invincible, but not completely invincible.

Theoretically, as long as Zhang Ze can invite a Yuanying master into the mirror, he can kill him by bypassing the level limit.

But the question is, how can the little mouse hang the bell on the big cat?

After thinking for a while, Zhang Ze stopped thinking about it.

We’ll talk about it tomorrow.

"Let's put on a sword formation first and have some fun."

This ink sword will be returned to the master soon, so Zhang Ze decided to play with it for a while while he has time.

Zhang Ze injected spiritual energy into the sword and swung it lightly.
A puddle of water with a diameter of three meters appeared at Zhang Ze's feet.

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After injecting spiritual energy again, the puddle turned into a chessboard where only Gomoku could be played.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Ze comforted himself, "I've just established my foundation, and I'll be fine in the future."

He dispersed the sword formation, bent down to pick up Wuming's storage ring, and burned Wuming's clothes with fire.

The reward for the system task happened to be delivered to Zhang Ze at this time.

Wuming is a special envoy of the Hundred Demons Sect, and his cultivation level is half-step to the Nascent Soul stage. For the achievements of the long-term tasks that Zhang Ze had previously taken on, [Beheading the Hundred Demons] and [The True Lord of Subduing Demons] also gave him phased rewards respectively.

Looking at the two golden boxes in the system, Zhang Ze planned to wait until the matter was completely resolved before opening the boxes together.

He took a step forward and left the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror.

As soon as he went out, Zhang Ze found that the atmosphere was a bit weird.

A'li sat on the ground, burping and beginning to feel sleepy again. The Third Elder muttered to himself in pain and joy, while his master seemed to be in a good mood.

The three of them ignored each other.

Zhang Ze picked up A'li, put it on his shoulder, and then handed the notes he had just sorted out to his master.

It records the information obtained from Wuming.

"Master, please watch first. I'll call my junior brother over, and we'll be the three of us, master and disciple, in a moment."

Zhang Ze walked quickly and left before he finished speaking.

However, after running for a long time, he found that he was just standing still. When he was distracted again, he was caught in the hands of Lao Li.

"Give me back the sword." Old Li turned Zhang Ze over and made him look at him.

"Master, you have a very good memory. You said that this disciple has made such a great contribution."

"one."

Zhang Ze wanted to linger for a while, but when he saw his master started counting, he had no choice but to return the ink sword to his master.

"Let's put things in perspective. We can talk about the Ink Sword after you achieve your Golden Core."

Old Li turned his wrist and put away the ink sword that Zhang Ze had been thinking about.

"Let's go, business matters."

[Snow falls on green thorns, mission progress 50%]

　The toilet enlightenment is successful, today update three chapters 8000 words

　　
　
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