The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 92 He deserves to be executed!
Zhu Zicheng was slightly restrained. The divine aura of the Buddha's lamp wouldn't harm him, but he was only a seventh-rank Xuan official and couldn't overcome the influence of his true form. Insects, after all, fear both fire and smoke.

The Buddha lamp instantly triggered his instincts, causing him to step back.

Yin Zichuan was slightly injured, and some ash dissipated from his soul.

Zhu Zicheng never expected to be injured by the accomplice of an eighth-rank tiger demon. Given the ferocity of the insect demon, he wanted to shatter Yin Zichuan's soul. Especially since, for some reason, his hatred and ferocity became extremely strong after Lian Niang recognized him.

This hatred has nothing to do with Lian Niang and Yin Zichuan.

Or perhaps it was his hatred and resentment at being reduced to a furnace.

And there was an intense jealousy about the relationship between these two mortal ghosts, a jealousy that even escalated into hatred. Those who have fallen into darkness always have the urge to tear those in the light off.

Some moths yearn for the warmth of the flame.

Some, however, simply wanted to extinguish even that tiny spark of warmth.

But he immediately dismissed the idea.

Although the attack just now lasted less than thirty breaths, it was already too late in Zhu Zicheng's plan.

The plan can already be considered a failure.

The beacon tower official is not fast, but is extremely sensitive to combat; this sensitivity increases with combat experience.

A newly born Xuanguan beacon tower, and a beacon tower with over twenty years of battlefield experience.

This is a threat on two completely different levels.

Zhou Yan was unaware that Shen Cangming must have already begun his journey back. Even though he was severely injured, he still possessed the strength of a seventh-rank Xuan Guan. Zhu Zicheng instantly retreated, walking out like a whirlwind. The old man tried to stop him, but he was directly knocked aside.

He ran out the door and saw the courtyard gate.

Seeing the ivy climbing all over the fence, and the warm sunlight filtering through the trees, I breathed a sigh of relief. But then I saw smoke and dust billowing ahead. The next moment, a rock exploded towards me like an arrow shot from a crossbow.

Zhu Zicheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

This was too much of a threat. He wanted to take flight, but if he did, he would be shot directly in the abdomen.

The characteristics of the insect demon race dictate that, before reaching the sixth rank, his abdomen is his absolute weak point. His back can withstand Xuan Guan swords, but a single punch from Feng Sui in his abdomen can severely injure him.

Zhu Zicheng suddenly accelerated, dodging the rock.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bell and several ropes by the wall. His pupils suddenly contracted, and with a buzzing sound, crossbow bolts shot out, containing a strong earth vein energy. Zhu Zicheng stopped in his tracks.

Suddenly, an ordinary brick underfoot lit up with a white light.

There are two different languages ​​on it.

The first character is curled up, a Zoroastrian magical mark, representing "brightness and grandeur".

The second character is composed of curves and circles.

That is the Sogdian script representing "breath" and "flow".

It hit Zhu Zicheng hard.

Sogdian magic in Samarkand, and Zoroastrian fire worship in Chang'an?
The methods used by itinerant merchants along the Silk Road in the Central Plains.

It has weak power and cannot produce a big effect, but it is fast and can produce convenient effects with just simple gestures and text.

Almost instantly, Zhu Zicheng realized it.

That old soldier!

They even chose to set up formations and backup plans in a basically safe place like the riverbank? And if that's the case, then it definitely means there must be some kind of early warning spell...

Between different lineages, there is mutual repulsion and incompatibility; the only option is to compensate for each other's weaknesses.

However, basically, the methods of each lineage don't contain anything that profound. They are all basic methods that utilize the natural world. But Zhu Zicheng never thought that someone could make these basic, not powerful methods so elaborate.

This seems to confirm his idea.

As the dust settled, the sound of footsteps could be clearly heard, like a charging cavalry. A tall man with broad shoulders, curly black hair, and a stubble beard charged forward like an angry tiger.

Thirty breaths after the battle began.

Shen Cangming has arrived.

At the entrance of the house, the old man clutched his back and groaned as he got up.

When the old landman sensed something was wrong, he immediately realized that he was probably no match for the insect, so he sent some 'messengers' he could command to tell Zhou Yan that something had happened here.

He then crouched down in the dirt to help.

Zhu Zicheng transformed into Zhou Yan's appearance, a smile spreading across his face.

"Uncle Shen, it's me..."

A resounding clang echoed.

Shen Cangming's battle blade slashed down without the slightest hesitation.

Even more powerful and ruthless than the previous heavy chop!

Shen Cangming remained expressionless, but he was clearly enraged.

Zhu Zicheng's pupils suddenly contracted. The murderous aura rushed over, and coupled with the matter of the Black Wind, he instinctively felt fear. He stretched out his hands, producing two more barbed blades, which he crossed to block.

With a loud bang, Zhu Zicheng felt a tremendous shock in both arms, but he still managed to block the attack.

Shen Cangming was seriously injured after all, and his internal energy could not be connected and circulated, so he was only at the seventh rank.

He drew his sword from his left arm, severed his right arm, and the wound was burned by the fire of the Azure Netherworld Master.

The insect demons were extremely agile, strong, and perceptive. Zhu Zicheng felt that he had a chance to win and relaxed. However, what followed was a barrage of attacks like a storm.

Shen Cangming lunged forward in an instant and delivered a powerful kick. His legs and feet were wreathed in intense fire energy.

The lineage of the Beacon Fire is the natural enemy of the Zerg.

Zhu Zicheng retreated, and Shen Cangming struck with a heavy blow. He didn't use any wide, sweeping attacks, nor did he allow Zhu Zicheng to create distance between them. Instead, he engaged in a rapid, close-range battle.

After only a dozen or so rounds, Zhu Zicheng was increasingly stretched thin, as his strength, speed, reaction, and perception were all superior to Shen Cangming's at this moment.

They were completely suppressed.

Zhu Zicheng even sensed that this horizontal sword might not be Shen Cangming's true secondary weapon. He felt that Shen Cangming's swordsmanship seemed too expansive and unrestrained, and was more suited to a heavier and larger weapon.

When holding a knife with one hand, there will still be subtle, instinctive movements in the right shoulder.

Based on the exchange just now.

Zhu Zicheng realized that when Shen Cangming was fighting with his sword, he would probably use either Sogdian magic or Taoist talismans to assist him with his other hand, or he would use an iron round shield to suppress him.

This is a fierce soldier who is proficient in various weapons and techniques on the battlefield.

Despite being severely crippled and having his cultivation completely destroyed, Shen Cangming was still able to suppress himself to the point of being unable to breathe!

Zhu Zicheng wanted to use Shen Cangming's blind left eye area to entangle him, but found that Shen Cangming's swordsmanship immediately changed, with more horizontal slashes and chilling blade lines. After being ambushed from the side by Li Zhenyue last time, Shen Cangming had already transformed.

In its current state, it is almost flawless.

Zhu Zicheng felt a chill run down her spine.

Gritting his teeth, he feigned an opening and retreated to the side, seemingly intending to go back and ambush Lian Niang, forcing Shen Cangming to prioritize protection. Just as Shen Cangming chose to return to defend against the two people, Zhu Zicheng abruptly stopped.

His clothes came undone behind him, the skin on his spine split open layer by layer, and brown wings emerged from the flesh and blood, suddenly spreading out.

Even if a monster transforms, it no longer truly takes on a human form.

These were his true wings. With a mighty effort, he soared into the air, unleashing his supernatural powers and instantly increasing his speed. He dodged the slow-starting Fiery Slash from the Beacon Tower. Zhu Zicheng gasped for breath, finally feeling relieved.

But at that moment, a cluster of blood-red flames flew out.

The needle landed precisely on Zhu Zicheng's abdomen, and the next moment, a surge of intense hunger overwhelmed him, causing him to slow down abruptly.

[The Flames of Karmic Fire and Hunger]

He slowed down and saw that Zhou Yan, holding a knife in his right hand, had also arrived.

On the sixtieth breath after Zhu Zicheng began to take action.

Zhou Yan arrived at the battlefield.

Behind the boy was a skinny bamboo pole and a short, fat man.

He ran unsteadily, groaning and crying out.

Realizing the life-or-death crisis, Zhu Zicheng changed speed, his body swayed, and he transformed into his true form, covered in brown carapace, with a pair of huge compound eyes and large pupils. He was a giant insect the size of a human, glancing at Zhou Yan.

? ! ! !
Zhou Yan shuddered.

The boy, who had been charging forward with great bravado, suddenly trembled and paused. Upon seeing this thing, Zhou Yan's courage almost instantly froze.

He could allow himself to fight monsters to the death, but he would absolutely not allow this thing to get close to him, much less allow it to pounce on his face!
Holy crap, flying grass!
A cockroach that's 2.2 meters long and can fly?!
Look again.

Thankfully, it wasn't the twin-tailed cockroach from Guangdong; it was a giant, flying cockroach from the south that had become a spirit.

Zhou Yan often walked in the mountains and recognized the guy's true form.

Cicada nymphs?
No, how can cicada nymphs fly?
Zhu Zicheng flew towards the sky with all his might. He only wanted to deliver the message to Zhiniang. He had longed to break free from Zhiniang's control before, but at this moment, the only person he could think of who could protect him was still Zhiniang.

Zhou Yan's magical attacks are all close-range. Shen Cangming has lost his ability to use a bow and arrow. Are we just going to let him get away? But this despicable monster can't pose a threat to Zhou Yan and his companions. Instead, he will use all sorts of despicable means to threaten those around him.

Zhou Yan saw Yin Zichuan and Lian Niang facing each other, tears streaming down their faces.

He exhaled and looked at Zhu Zicheng.

Be punished!

With his swordsmanship ineffective and his wind manipulation lacking in lethality, a huge thought flashed through Zhou Yan's mind in an instant. He didn't have time to consider whether it was feasible or how effective his magic would be in unleashing this supernatural power.

He took half a step forward.

He poured all his magical power into a single jade talisman.

The divine intent of this jade talisman was remotely locked onto Zhu Zicheng.

A golden-red light flashed in the boy's pupils, and corresponding memories flashed through his mind.

"Imperial Edict—"

"The Kitchen King's magical power!"

The image of deep-fried insects from the video flashed through Zhou Yan's mind.

"Give it to me, fry it!!!"

Therefore, after consuming the Vermilion Fruit, seven times the magical power of the previous feast was given to the Kitchen God's spirit.

The jade talisman paused for a moment, then slowly lit up.

Zhou Yan provided a lead time—

'You look like a dish to me.'

The Kitchen King's magical power.

Launch successful!

(End of this chapter)