After taking out a few Qi Acting Pills and breathing for a while, Xu Disheng walked to the edge of the platform and looked at the real scene under the mountain platform.

Those ghost-level ghosts were either annihilated by the aftermath or had already fled without a trace, and the clouds and mist below the mountain peak were still ethereal, exactly the same as the scene in the previous illusion.

Although there are many ghost things raised by the Zhao family who have escaped, all of them are just ghost level ghosts, Zhao Yan and the three evil ghost level ghosts in the Dao Foundation Realm have all died, so what is in this Zhao Realm......

Xu Disheng took out the affairs jade slip again, and the three small characters of "three thousand" engraved in the corner became more and more dazzling.

Putting the wooden boat into the yin and yang diagram, Xu Disheng took out the killing magic weapon and broken magic sword rewarded by Dabi, stepped on it, flew down the mountain, submerged into the misty clouds, and walked in the direction of the ancestral city of the Zhao family in his previous memory.

Since it is an illusion, it should also be based on the reality of the Zhao Realm, so it should not be much different from the real Zhao Realm.

Sure enough, after walking for dozens of miles, the bustling and noisy town gradually came into view, and in the distance, there was a gorgeous palace that was exactly the same as the scene in the fantasy world, and the endless pavilions were endless.

With a chuckle, Xu Disheng slowed down with his sword light, carefully observing the crowd coming and going in the town.

Sure enough, a small half of them are ghosts, but many of the human races mixed in them don't think so, and there are even many people who walk with ghosts and are extremely close.

This Zhao Realm is really special.

In the place of the ancestral city of Zhao Realm, the sword light of the law breaking was slashed down brilliantly, directly splitting the palace light cover in the middle of the ancestral city, and the young man was wearing a black robe, stepping on the sword light and falling, and said: "Where are the people of the Zhao family." ”

The soul suppression robe had already been completely broken, so Xu Disheng took out an ordinary spiritual weapon robe from the storage ring and put it on for the time being.

Although Zhao Jingyuan and several people are dead, these ordinary people of the Zhao family and the ghosts they raise do not necessarily all know about it, and most of the ghosts who participated in the ambush of Xu Disheng are dead, and the only dozen or so do not dare to show up at this moment, even if these people left in the ancestral city of Zhao Jing have no knowledge of the ambush, it is not unusual.

"Who are you?

"I am a general disciple of the secret realm of the Holy Sect's Wenyuan Mountain Affairs Hall," Xu Disheng took out the walking token and shook it, "I came here to take the tribute of Jianmu Zhenren." ”

One of the leaders, the Zhao family's face changed, as if he knew something, and he was a little hesitant.

"Is it really a general disciple from the Holy Sect?" This descendant of the Zhao family hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "But I, Zhao Realm, have not been to the Holy Sect for a long time, and only the people of my Zhao family often come and go." As for Jianmu Zhenren's tribute, the ancestor once mentioned it. ”

"Where?"

"This ...... The ancestor has important things to do when he goes out, so let's talk about it when the ancestor comes back. "This Zhao family is not stupid, Zhao Jing has not been to the Holy Sect for a long time, although the identity of Xu Disheng cannot be determined at this time, but the magic weapon under him is real, so he can only drag it first, and wait for Zhao Jingyuan and the others to come back before making a difference.

Zhao Jingyuan was originally a descendant of the Zhao family, and he was once an elite disciple of the fifth-rank spiritual root. However, a long time ago, he suffered an accidental tragic death, and his soul was brought back to the Zhao family to refine into a ghost, and since then he has lived as a ghost, taking charge of the Zhao realm for the Zhao family.

It's just that he doesn't know that their 'ancestor' Zhao Jingyuan has been completely erased and imprisoned in the Xuanhuang Pagoda of Heaven and Earth, and even the qualification for reincarnation has been lost, and in the end he can only be reduced to nutrients and absorbed by Xu Disheng's soul-calming ghosts.

"Hmm, if you delay the execution of this general matter, can you afford it?" Xu Disheng urged the Spell Breaking Sword, and several killing sword lights appeared, hovering in front of him, as if he was going to slash at these people of the Zhao family in the next moment.

"Tongshi, this ......" Several descendants of the Zhao family all felt the fierce killing aura on this magic weapon, and their faces changed greatly.

"Generalist, the ancestors did symbolically prepare some tributes, but the quantity was a little insufficient. The Zhao family's descendants, who spoke first, were pointed at by three sword lights at the same time, and the pressure was the greatest, and they were finally the first to speak.

"Symbolic?" Xu Disheng thought about it for a while, and then figured out what was going on.

In their plan, they will definitely die in the Zhao Realm, and there will never be any accidents. And the matter that I don't know if it's true or not, of course, it won't be completed, and it will definitely be counted as a failure.

However, no matter whether this matter is true or not, he needs to complete it, and he has left the Zhao realm to enter the Shangqing Holy Sect, so it is easy to say a thing or two.

"Take it all. ”

"Yes, Master General. "That Zhao family's descendant is obviously not low, and at this moment, seeing that Xu Disheng still urged several sword lights to point at him, his face became even paler, and he even used honorific titles for him.

"Hurry up and get the tribute of Jianmu Zhenren!"

"Yes, Zhao Gongzi. ”

A moment later, someone took out a wooden storage box from the temple, which was the same as the scene in the previous fantasy, but it lacked the extremely deadly and dangerous aura.

Taking over the storage wooden box, Xu Disheng gently opened it, and there were more than a thousand mortal souls quietly arranged in it, all of which had been erased and wandered aimlessly in it.

"Jianmu Zhenren needs three thousand living souls, and these are not enough. Xu Disheng closed the wooden box and spoke lightly.

That Zhao Gongzi's face changed, and he said: "Lord Tongshi, we are indeed powerless in this matter, if we want to capture mortals and ingest living souls, we need the consent of our ancestors." ”

Obviously, he wanted to drag it out until Zhao Jingyuan and others returned, and then make a difference.

"In that case...... the brilliant sword light on the Spell-Breaking Sword became more and more brilliant, "Then it's useless for you to wait." ”

The sword light picked up, and in an instant, it killed several people from the Zhao family around him.

The faces of the rest of the people changed drastically, and they didn't even think about resisting under the suppression of the magic weapon, and they all tried their best to make the spirit weapon, wanting to escape.

The Demon Punishment Array emerged in front of itself, suppressing all these ghosts of the Zhao family lineage of the Qi Sea Realm and the Powerful Ghost Realm, and the four-colored sword light scurried back and forth several times, and there was no longer a living thing in the array.

The strange thing is that the storage wooden box in his hand exudes a powerful suction, absorbing all these souls that have just died and want to be reincarnated, slowly grinding away their sanity, and turning into an ordinary living soul in the wooden box.

However, these newly created souls are not mortals after all, although their sanity has been consumed, their ferocity is revealed, devouring everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, they each swallowed dozens of souls.

Frowning, he casually summoned the head of the soul-calming ghost, inhaled the dozen or so souls devouring everywhere, and looked at the wooden box again, there were already only more than a thousand mortal souls left.

Maybe that Jianmu Zhenren just wants the soul of a mortal.

Xu Disheng stepped on the Spell-Breaking Sword and lifted into the air, looking farther into the bustling towns, and narrowed his eyes.