Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

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Maybe it's because I'm tired.

As soon as Zhao Wentian entered the room, he collapsed onto the bed.

I listened to those two whispering to each other all night.

Zhao Wentian finally woke up when the electric bed kept vibrating.

"he's gone?"

Zhao Wentian asked quietly.

"gone!"

Zhao Kongcheng scratched his head. "I didn't expect that he, just an ordinary high school student, would say such mature things."

"Lin Qiye is not an ordinary high school student."

Zhao Wentian got up, walked to the door, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped.

"He's blind. Take me home, I'm tired."

Zhao Kongcheng sat silently on the edge of the bed, stood up slightly, then sat back down weakly. "You can go back now. I'll stay at a hotel tonight."

He was probably thinking that he still had no chance of bringing Lin Qiye back.

"Alright, stop thinking about it. Starting today, you can drive the pickup truck, and you can drive the black sedan from now on."

Zhao Wentian walked back, took a key from Zhao Kongcheng, and tossed it into the air. "I'm going on a mission tomorrow too!"

Zhao Kongcheng hummed in agreement and nodded slightly.

........

The next day, at the Peace Office.

It was nearly noon by then.

However, the firm only has Zhao Wentian and Hongying.

At this moment, Hongying was wearing headphones, and judging from the sound coming from them, she seemed to be listening to traditional opera.

Yes, they must be listening to opera.

Hongying said that everyone else was busy, but she didn't say what they were busy with.

However, it's safe to assume that they've all gone to find the Ghost-Faced King.

On his way to the office, he specifically checked the weather forecast; there would be heavy rain in Cangnan City tonight...

If I remember correctly, Old Zhao is going to be sacrificed tonight.

So I have to go help out tonight.

Ghost Face King is at the level of Chuan Jing, and Zhao Wentian may not be confident in killing him, but none of that matters. His nephew Zhao Kongcheng possesses the Undying Scripture, and he needs to experience death to awaken its profound meaning.

Killing them later will definitely help improve the purity of the bloodline.

Just as Zhao Wentian was pondering, Hongying kept glancing over, intentionally or unintentionally.

This made Zhao Wentian so embarrassed that he felt like he was digging his feet out of a three-bedroom apartment.

I wondered, could it be that Hongying has fallen for me?

My mind is filled with replays of last night's events at the lovers' hotel...

Zhao Wentian took out a cigarette, lit it, leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back, and gently blew it out.

Unexpectedly, Hongying stepped forward, head bowed, and the two locked eyes.

"Ah... what's this?" Zhao Wentian smiled.

Hongying pouted, stubbed out Zhao Wentian's cigarette, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it twice.

"I have a question for you!" Hongying raised an eyebrow.

No, this girl doesn't really like me, does she?

I am, after all, a clean-cut and handsome young man who is 185 cm tall.

I am 100% confident in my looks.

Especially after comparing her with Lin Qiye, this is the conclusion.

She was ten centimeters taller than Lin Qiye.

He's more handsome than Lin Qiye.

His soul is far more interesting than his.

She was even three years older than Lin Qiye.

“Okay…you…you ask.” Zhao Wentian chuckled.

"Your forbidden realm... is it really Kunpeng?"

Hongying looked puzzled; her face clearly said, "I don't believe it."

Zhao Wentian nodded. "Yes... ah."

"I don't believe it!" Hongying crossed her arms and paced back and forth, tilting her head back. "The phantom I saw that night was clearly a long-haired young man, clearly just like you."

Hongying leaned closer, staring into Zhao Wentian's eyes, "So...you lied?"

"No...no." Zhao Wentian scratched his head and chuckled, "Do I look like the kind of person who would lie?"

"It's not just that you look like it, you are exactly like it!"

Hongying took a step back, looked her up and down again, and tapped her chin with her fingers.

“Yesterday morning, when you fought with me, you said you were only at the Zhan Realm, but you clearly were at the Chi Realm!”

Hongying pointed a finger at Zhao Wentian's nose, tilted her head back, and whispered, "Right or wrong?"

After hesitating for a while, Zhao Wentian finally said, "Yes, but I never mentioned my cultivation level!"

Hongying was taken aback. "That seems to be true! How about... another fight?"

"Just hit us!"

"This time, I'll use a real gun, and you'll use a real sword."

Zhao Wentian frowned. "Are you sure you're not swearing?"

......

Martial arts training ground.

Having learned from yesterday's lesson, Hongying did not relax at all this time.

She turned to the side, flicked her spear, and glared at him.

"bring it on!"

Zhao Wentian smiled. "Are you really going to use a sword?"

“Use it!” Hongying raised her head, the ends of her hair fluttering slightly.

"I'd like to ask, your gun broke, I don't need to pay for it, right?"

Hongying shook her head. "No need. But you are not allowed to use the forbidden area."

"it is good!"

Zhao Wentian's sword was stored in the space of the stone tablet, which was similar to a small world that he could carry with him.

If he wanted, he could fit his entire pickup truck inside.

With a thought, the Great Luo Sword Embryo appeared in his hand.

The moment the sword appeared, the sword energy surged like a tide throughout the entire training ground.

"What a fine sword!" Hongying exclaimed in admiration.

Immediately afterwards, she leaped high into the air, her spear flashing like a dragon, and slammed down fiercely towards Zhao Wentian.

With a clear sword cry, the seemingly ordinary Great Luo Sword Embryo trembled slightly in Zhao Wentian's hand.

He held his longsword horizontally, meeting the red-tasseled spear head-on.

With a crisp "clang," sparks fell to the ground.

Zhao Wentian stretched his body backward, and the longsword slid down along the spear.

His face was almost touching Hongying's chest, and a sweet fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

Following the direction the sword slid, Zhao Wentian also slid out.

The red-tasseled spear was planted on the ground, and then lifted up naturally, leaving the person in mid-air.

Hongying was taken aback.

She could sense the change in Zhao Wentian's aura when he held a sword and when he didn't.

The sheer pressure from that aura was enough to make anyone think the other person was a novice—that would be a complete blunder!

Only through countless battles can one generate such a powerful aura!

Is it Zhao Wentian? Obviously not, it's that sword?

Yes! There's no mistake.

While Hongying was in the air, her body spun around like an arrow shot from a bow, rushing towards Zhao Wentian.

Zhao Wentian's expression shifted slightly, and as he lowered his longsword, the image of the Desolate Emperor wielding his sword appeared in his mind.

He took a step forward, raised his longsword, and with a flash of light at the tip, a Kunpeng the size of a human figure shot out with a deafening roar.

"Is it really a Kunpeng?"

With a raised eyebrow and a horizontal thrust of her spear, she switched from attack to defense.

clang!

The Kunpeng crashed into the red-tasseled spear!

Hongying was instantly sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall.

Zhao Wentian looked at his sword and fell into deep thought.

So that's how the Kunpeng Treasure Technique is used. Then he struck again with his sword, and then struck again, for a total of three sword strikes. Three Kunpeng phantoms appeared in the training ground.

Like three whales, they wandered aimlessly in this space.

"Disperse!"

With a soft shout, the Kunpeng dispersed.

"Are you alright?" Zhao Wentian stepped forward and took Hongying's hand.

"No...it's nothing!" Hongying shook her head, but what she had just witnessed really seemed a bit too exaggerated to her.

Hongying stood up, but the spear in her hand made a hissing sound.

Her gun cracked.

Yes, it really did crack from the tip to the butt of the gun.

As the spear cracked, Hongying's large eyes suddenly turned red...

Suddenly, a rattling sound was heard outside the basement window.

"It's raining!"

Zhao Wentian's heart tightened, and he suddenly looked at Hongying, "I have something to tell you. If Zhao Kongcheng dies, don't be sad..."