Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 254 What's the point of this?

"Ten thousand horsepower! Sea Tiger Explosive Fist!"

Zhang Ze punched the stone wall in front of him, but nothing happened.

Forcibly changing one's name, such a childish act, cannot increase the power of boxing. There is not even a crack on the stone wall in front of him.

Zhang Ze waved his hands, collected the hammer, sword and other magical weapons on the ground, then sat down cross-legged, waiting for rescue.

After being sucked into the secret realm, he was trapped in this place.

This stone chamber is a bit difficult to deal with. It is not made of ordinary stone, but is extremely hard. It should be related to the elusive ghost town. If you want to break it open, the sect leader will probably have to take action.

Before entering, Zhang Ze had already felt the power of the sword that the Sect Master had struck, but he was a little unsure whether the sword was aimed at him or at the secret realm.
Touching the back of his head, Zhang Ze took out his largest white golden pill again, feeling the vague connection, and thought to himself that he was indeed a bit lucky.

A few days ago, I lent a golden elixir to my junior sister to use as a bouncy ball, but I didn't expect it to play an unexpected role at this time.

The subtle connection between the two golden elixirs became his only means of communication with the outside world.

As long as they stay connected, they can find themselves.

probably.

After figuring out his situation, Zhang Ze calmed down and planned to enter the system's trial space to continue studying the mental method to kill time.

However, at this moment, something poked him in the lower back.

【Why is there no signal again? 】

It is the mysterious mirror.

"We are not in the service area, please bear with it for a while." Zhang Ze picked up the Xuanjian mirror, turned it over, and looked at the two words Xuanjian written in a flamboyant style with mixed feelings.

How come the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror, which was once so innocent and cute that you could just suck it and bring it into your arms, has become like this?

From a top-level magic weapon to an internet addict.

I spend the whole day either surfing the Internet or practicing hitting people on the back of the head with the corner of a mirror.

Although I am 80% responsible for surfing the Internet and hitting someone on the back of the head, do other people have no responsibility?

For example, the group members of Xuanjian Baojing.

It must be that Tianyanpan, who chatted with Xuanjian online every day, was corrupted by him.

All group members are responsible.

Zhang Ze, who suddenly fell into Lao Deng's mentality, seemed to understand the sect leader's feelings a little.

How could the mirror that I raised so well suddenly change?

[There's no signal. Let's go somewhere with signal.]

The Xuanjian Treasure Mirror circled around Zhang Ze.

"Where are you going? There are walls on all six sides. Can you break through them?"

[Yes.]

Zhang Ze stared blankly at the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror, then slapped his forehead, "I forgot, why didn't you tell me earlier."

[You didn’t ask. 】

The Xuanjian Treasure Mirror knows three major spells and seven minor spells.

Of the three big ones, Zhang Ze had only used [Taixu Illusion] and [Xuanjian Questioning the Heart], and he had never had the chance to use the other one.

It was only then that he was reminded by the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror.

【Breakthrough Hammer】

Don’t ask why a mirror can use hammering magic, because Xuanjian himself doesn’t know. It is probably because this is how it was set up.

This method can be used to find the weak points in the secret realm of the magic weapon, and then kill it with one blow.

The premise is that there are weaknesses.

It seems invincible, but it is a bit troublesome to use.

Because the pre-swing is too long.

This method can only be used with the assistance of Zhang Ze and Xuan Jian's treasure mirror, and when looking for flaws, neither Zhang Ze nor Xuan Jian can move, otherwise all their efforts will be wasted.

It's a bit useless.

[Hurry up, I still have to play Dou Lao Deng with Yu Shu Lou and Tian Yan Pan later.]

Xuanjian Treasure Mirror urged.

Too lazy to argue with his mirror, Zhang Ze stood up, held the mirror in his hand, and looked straight ahead with a calm mind.

Zhang Ze only felt that his spiritual consciousness merged into one with the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror, and then became as fine as dust and floated away. He could faintly hear the sound of waves.

As his spiritual consciousness expanded, Zhang Ze felt the vague scene outside the stone wall. There was a downward corridor directly in front of him, and the rest of the stone walls were connected to the entire secret realm.

There is no difference between destroying those stone walls and destroying the entire secret realm. If the sect leader comes, he may be able to do it, but he can't do it for the time being, even if he has the Xuanjian treasure mirror.

There's no flaw there.

Zhang Ze no longer paid attention to those dead ends and instead focused his attention on the stone wall in front of him.

After a long time, so long that Zhang Ze's eyes even hurt, he finally found a crack.

To be precise, there was another force at work on the other side of the stone wall.

Before his spiritual consciousness could no longer hold on, Zhang Ze raised the mirror and smashed it at the stone wall in front of him.

There was no brilliant light, nor any sound of breaking air. Just a simple knock, and the stone wall that was indestructible just a moment ago began to crack with that point as the center, and then shattered.

Immediately, a stream of water rushed into the stone chamber. The water was not turbulent, but it was irresistible. Zhang Ze was washed down like riding a slide in a water park.

"You said we were wasting our time. We could have gotten out even if we hadn't done anything."

Xuanjian commented.

"really."

Zhang Ze put away the Xuanjian and was carried out of the exit by the water.

"The wise king has not appeared, the male dove cries evilly, the phoenix witch begs for feathers, and Taiyi has no home."

In a larger sacrificial site, a long-browed priest stood on a high platform and screamed.

Li Yu knelt below, looking at the high altar and the sacrifice on the altar. His expression looked no different from that of the other slaves around him.

At least that's what it seems on the surface.

There is a kind of indifference in the numb and dull expression, as if he is not interested in anything around him.

Including the atrocious sacrificial rituals.

At the command of the chief priest, the deacons dragged the slaves with sluggish expressions from the crowd onto the platform, and then smashed them with wooden clubs inlaid with black lenses. As the clubs fell, the living people were smashed into pieces like mud.

No blood, only soil.

The fragments were carefully collected by several deacons and placed in a large basket woven from blood-red vines.

Then he was carried into the blazing furnace behind the chief priest.

Then came the mumbled prayers.

Whenever the thirteenth sentence is recited, a clay figure will emerge from the pool in front of the priest.

When the officiant reads the thirty-sixth sentence, the chaotic figure made of clay will be painted with eyebrows and eyes, dressed in clothes, and turn into the appearance of the person who has just been smashed.

Then, the assistant priests would raise the rattan whip and ask the newborn to walk to the end of the team and kneel down, and the others would kneel and crawl forward in turn.

After the positions are adjusted, the sacrifice is repeated again.

Ten people per day.

Li Yu counted the number of people in front of him and swallowed his saliva. He was very panicked now. Although he was at the back of the line, it would be his turn in a few days.

He didn't know if the things that crawled out of the pool were still human, nor did he know if the people were human before they were smashed and thrown into the furnace.

Because it seemed that no one cared except himself, those people were obediently led to the platform, and then beaten into clods of earth without any resistance.

It's like they were made of earth.

Moreover, Li Yu couldn't remember when he came here, as if he had been born like this.

It's not just the fear brought by all these evil deeds and the unknown, there's another thing that makes it difficult for Li Yu to bear.

That is, the officiating priest did not pronounce a single word correctly. Except for the first sentence, each subsequent sentence had at least three grammatical errors, and occasionally there were slurred speech.

Although he didn't know why he knew the correct prayer words, he really wanted to go up and correct the high priest.

Just when Li Yu could no longer bear it after several days and was ready to go on stage to correct the grammatical errors of the officiant, the ceremony finally changed.

The sound of water.

Above the stove behind the chief priest is a huge statue of the god.

The statue is naked and has the geometric beauty of the primitive tribal period, mainly highlighting the primitive ancestors' beautiful expectations for reproductive desire and multiplying offspring.

Just as the tenth sacrifice of the day climbed out of the pool in front of the main priest, the huge statue of the mother goddess began to tremble.

The water level in the pool in front of the officiant began to drop until it dried up.

After the pool reached the bottom, water began to flow out of the statue's outlet.

A man was carried out by the water and stood steadily in front of the chief priest.

The chief priest was stunned for a moment, as if he had not expected such a turn of events.

Looking up at the Son of God in front of him, he began to mutter the same blessing words again.

"The Son is coming, the Son is coming! The Philosopher King."

The holy son born by the mother statue, that is, Zhang Ze, frowned suddenly when he heard the old man's prayer in front of him, and felt that things were not simple.

The officiant did not pronounce a single word correctly. Except for the first sentence, the second sentence had at least three grammatical errors, and he occasionally spoke incoherently.

Zhang Ze knows a little bit about Western Barbarian witchcraft, which can be considered an elementary school diploma. This person's pronunciation is really too unstandard. Where is the tongue rolling?

But then again, Zhang Ze turned his head and looked around, then glanced at the crowd kneeling under the altar.

What is this for me?
From the ghost town in Fengling City to Xizhou in one go?

wrong.

Zhang Ze looked down at the kneeling officiant in front of him and felt that he looked familiar, even though he was wearing a reddish-brown robe and had his hair braided.
But he is about 70% similar to the leader of the Muyu Sect.

Zhang Ze recalled the portrait he got from Lin Wei, and stared at the old man in front of him for a while, confirming that this man was the Mu Yu Taoist.

But why is he doing this kind of thing here?
Think the salaries in the Hundred Demon Sect are too low? The benefits aren't good enough, so you've switched careers and moved to the Western Barbarian Sect?
But that’s not right. Western barbarians don’t believe this either, right?

Just as Zhang Ze was thinking about what to do, he suddenly saw the Taoist Mu Yu, who had changed his job, raised his head.

"The Holy Son has arrived. Does the Great Mother Goddess have any revelation?"

As the newly born Holy Son of the Great Mother God, Zhang Ze's expression remained unchanged and he spoke calmly.

"The Great Mother Goddess asked me to bring you a message. As long as you can cough, I mean, you are wrong, very wrong!"

Zhang Ze's expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. "Wrong! Totally wrong! Who taught you to recite the blessing like that? The Great Mother Goddess sent me here to scold you. Get out of here!"

The somewhat bewildered Mu Yu Taoist obediently walked to the side and stood like a primary school student who had made a mistake.

Zhang Ze snatched a redwood vine from an assistant priest, walked to the newly filled pool, dipped it in the water, and began to write on the ground.

Teach him pronunciation.

Mu Yu Taoist is receiving general education for the first grade of Ximan Primary School.

The old man wanted to refute, but he felt that what the Holy Son said was right. He opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing. He could only stand aside and listen obediently.

"Do you understand?" Zhang Ze raised the redwood vine and pointed at the Taoist Mu Yu.

"understood."

"back!"

"Philosophy"

"Wrong! Show me your hand!"

"Oh."

With a few snaps, the redwood vine was pulled down.

"If you don't understand, don't say you do. If you don't understand, go back and memorize it. If I find a single mistake, I'll make you copy the speech fifty times!"

"Okay," said the Taoist Muyu hesitantly.

"get out of class dismissed, I mean the ceremony is over!"

After saying that, Zhang Ze turned around and glared at him. The assistant priest looked confused, but he quickly understood and immediately took Zhang Ze down from the altar and left the sacrificial site.

His Holy Son was taken to a large stone house and settled down, and then Zhang Ze immediately dismissed all the accompanying deacons.

After making sure that everyone had left, Zhang Ze immediately took out the Xuanjian treasure mirror, then took out the autumn pants of Ye Yaodi Kai, and wrapped the Xuanjian tightly.

"Hurry, hurry, go check what this place is and what that Great Mother Goddess is!"

【Ah, you don’t know? 】

"I don't know a damn thing."

(End of this chapter)