On a hillside outside Yangzhou City, a middle-aged man in a fiery red robe looked at Yangzhou City, his eyes flashed with cold light, he was Zhuo Wanli of the twelve gods of Mani, worshipping the god of flames, and was ordered to come to find the statue of the main god of Hercules and welcome back Hercules.

"No matter what, I can't call Hercules, I wonder if the statue of the main god is left in this city?"

In Zhuo Wanli's whispering, this figure sat lightly on the hillside, running the divine soul, and for a while, countless divine soul thoughts flew to Yangzhou City and began to look for Hercules.

In the midst of these divine thoughts, gusts of wind blew in the entire Yangzhou City from time to time, making many people tremble subconsciously.

"Huh!"

Zhao Shu, who was comprehending the sword intent, stared at the void, immediately exited the stone house, his figure flashed, and he rushed towards the place where the yin wind blew, Zhao Shu's speed now is incredible, comparable to a galloping horse.

In an uninhabited alley, Zhao Shu's figure was revealed, his eyes were staring at a swirling yin wind, and with a wave of his hand, the red flame true qi turned into a huge red bell, and the yin wind was enveloped in a roar, and suddenly countless thoughts were rampage, wanting to break through the red bell.

It's just that after Zhao Shu became an innate martial artist, the quality of his true qi became more and more condensed, especially when this red bell comprehended the Tao of the Yin and Yang Taiji Bell, and Zhao Shu is now also a saintly powerhouse, this red color is not only solidified but also contains a trace of divine soul power, which traps all these thoughts for a while.

"The four gods of Great Mingzun, Order, Flame, and Might, which one do you serve?"

Zhao Shu looked at the red bell and thought in the red-robed man, and said coldly.

"Who are you?"

The red-robed middle-aged man's face showed a look of horror, his hands slammed into the true qi clock, and then his body was vertical, and he was about to fly into the sky and leave here, but the red-robed middle-aged man just jumped up, and Zhao Shu didn't see any movement, his eyes opened lightly, and the purple qi luck on the top rumbled out, soaring into the sky, and the unicorn rushed, instantly enveloping the land within a radius of several miles.

"Purple gas, like a unicorn, you are the prince of the Great Song Dynasty. ”

Zhuo Wan was horrified, but he couldn't care about these at this time, because the purple qi was full of divine masculine power, which made Zhuo Wanli's divine soul explode in an instant, and in an instant, many thoughts filled the entire alley with scorching energy, and a strong curse sounded in Zhao Shu's ears.

One by one, the thoughts of serious injuries exploded, and the strong desire to condense and take shape again.

"A monk who appears to be holy dares to be arrogant in front of this king!"

The cold light in Zhao Shu's eyes became heavier, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it fiercely, and under the shock of his true qi, he turned into a sword with a short period of true qi, and an extremely strong and domineering sword intent instantly filled the entire alley, and those scattered thoughts were instantly shattered under this sword intent.

"Your Highness, we are late, please atone for our sins. ”

Xiao Moran came to Zhao Shu's side and said respectfully, but when he saw the sword intent condensed by the true qi in Zhao Shu's hand, his face changed slightly, and he didn't dare to use his divine soul, even if Xiao Moran was possessed and cultivated, but under Zhao Shu's terrifying luck and sword intent, he would be seriously injured with hatred.

"One of the twelve Manichaean generals is supposed to have come to find Hercules, and it seems that he is going to find the main idol of Hercules. ”

"The lowly guards are late, Your Highness atons for your sins!"

Zhao Shu just said, Zhao Hu came from a distance with a group of well-equipped guards.

"In half an hour, you have arrived fully equipped, it is very good, the person who came is Mani rebel, and immediately take people outside the city to search for this thief. ”

"No!"

Zhao Hu promised to take the tiger-winged boy to immediately search for this Zhuo Wanli, and others also arrived one after another.

"Mr. Jiang, Sect Master Xiao, this is an opportunity, I will disguise the Red Emperor as Hercules, and you will design for this thief to take away the statue of the Lord Hercules, so that I can find the space where the Mani god lives, and I can also use the power of Mani's rebellious incense to strengthen the Red Emperor. ”

Zhao Shu's eyes swept over Jiang Kui and Xiao Moran who came over, and the two of them also understood it and immediately executed it.

"Damn! Damn, this prince of the Great Song Dynasty turned out to be an innate martial artist, an innate martial artist with royal luck, and he actually beat me in the same realm without the power to fight back, why is this happening. Half of my soul was destroyed, and I was only one step away from stepping into the realm of possession, but now I only had the realm of exorcism.

Fortunately, I brought two Flame Pills, which can restore some strength. ”

Zhuo Wanli took out a fruit like a flame and swallowed it directly, recovering his spirit slightly, and then endured his injuries and quickly walked towards a village in the distance, which was an ordinary village and the place where Zhuo Wanli was currently dying.

"Knock! knock!"

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, which made Zhuo Wan's color change, and his body scurried, rushing towards the dark woods in the distance.

"The demon is raging, and after being caught, he will soak in the dung pit for three days, and pull out the light and hang for nine days. ”

Zhuo Wanli, who was walking, heard this vicious punishment, his feet couldn't help but stumble, the roots of his teeth were itchy, and he no longer cared about the drowsy spirit of being seriously injured because of his soul, and bit his tongue fiercely, and under the great pain, Zhuo Wanli stumbled into the depths of the forest.

The sound of tigers and leopards in the forest was endless, and the howl of apes and wolves was extremely terrible, which made Zhuo Wanli's heart tense, and he only cared about walking forward, no matter whether the environment here was sinister or not, just to escape the pursuit of those pursuers, after all, if he was caught, the end would be really miserable.

Zhuo Wanli didn't know how long he walked, and plunged into a ruined temple, unable to endure the injuries on his soul anymore, and fainted.

"Your Highness, this is Zhuo Wanli, who serves the flame god, the manifestation realm, the divine power is in charge of the flames, if he is not injured by His Highness with purple qi, even an innate martial artist of the same realm will not be able to defeat him. ”

In the void, Zhao Shu's Red Emperor and Xiao Moran's spirits slowly revealed, looking at Zhuo Wanli who had fainted.

"There's no mistake, right?"

A wisp of Zhao Shu's thoughts was placed in this Red Emperor deity, and he asked slowly.

"Your Highness, rest assured, this ruined temple is set up in accordance with the Manichaean method, and we have interrogated some secrets from Chen Yi to improve this ruined temple.

Mr. Jiang and I arranged for some people to be Mani soldiers, and as long as these soldiers told the location of the statue of Hercules, they would hold their breath and fake their deaths in a unique way. Mr. Jiang also perfected all the details, so that Zhuo Wanli would not be suspicious. ”

Xiao Moran said with a calm face, showing great confidence.

"This Zhuo Wanli won't die, will he?"

Zhao Shu looked at Zhuo Wanli, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and made a measured move, but seeing this Zhuo Wanli in a coma, he was still a little worried, this Zhuo Wanli was the key to his plan, and he couldn't make a mistake.

"This Zhuo Wanli has an elixir on his body, so he has to keep persecuting and use the power of his divine soul to confuse and suppress him, otherwise it will be difficult for him to be lured here when he is sober. ”

"Let's get started!"

Zhao Shu said lightly, the Red Emperor slowly changed into the shape of the Hercules, Xiao Moran stretched out his hand and pressed, a sandalwood carved statue of Hercules fell to the ground, and Zhao Shu's Red Emperor spirit was attached to this statue.

And Xiao Moran's divine soul was gently lifted, and the entire ruined temple was slowly lifted as if covered with a layer of gauze, revealing a slightly trimmed temple of light.

"Let's go inside!"

Xiao Moran pointed at the void, and several soldiers dressed in Mani's rebellious red walked into the temple from the darkness.

"The two worlds are divided!"

Xiao Moran stretched out his hand and pressed it gently, shrouding the gauze over the temple again, the temple disappeared and turned into a broken temple again, and the other soldier held the sandalwood incense statue and sank into the darkness.

At dawn on the second day, Zhuo Wanli slowly woke up, facing the rising sun, swallowing the aura of heaven and earth, and strengthening the power of the soul.

After a wisp of heaven and earth purple qi submerged into his soul, Zhuo Wanli's injuries improved slightly, and only then did he begin to look at the environment he was in.

"Huh, the Sacred Flame Mark of the Cult?"

Zhuo Wanli's eyes sank, staring at an inconspicuous corner next to the ruined temple, and there was a pale red flame-like imprint.

"The two worlds are divided?"

Zhuo Wanli suddenly showed a hint of joy, stretched out his hand and lightly touched the flame mark, and several thoughts flew into the mark, and the entire ruined temple changed slightly.

"Temple of Light?"

Zhuo Wan's complexion changed, but he didn't care about joy and surprise, and his eyes saw a few Manichaeans lying on the ground under Da Mingzun, seriously injured.

"Catholics, how are you doing?"

Zhuo Wanli stepped forward to immediately investigate the injuries of these Manichaeans.

"To the northwest, Hercules has been wounded, look for the statue of the god. ”

The Manichaean said weakly, but his face was anxious, and he reached out and grabbed Zhuo Wanli's arm, his eyes staring at the northwest land.

"Catholics, if you hold on, I will save you immediately. ”

Zhuo Wanli's expression was in a hurry, and his thoughts were flying, and he was submerged in this Manichaean, so he immediately thought about the technique of transforming essence.

"No need, we have been shocked to the meridians and damaged the soul, if it weren't for the support of Da Ming Zun, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on to it now. ”

The pretended Manichaean waved his hand pale and hard, and said weakly.

"There is a ruined temple in front of it, and immediately surround it, and there will be demons inside. ”

At this time, the sound of a large number of soldiers and horses came, which made Zhuo Wanli anxious.

"Go, go, Hercules is damaged and the statue of the Lord must be brought back. ”

The Manichaean looked at death as if he were at home, and then shook violently, shattering the meridians.

"I will avenge you. ”

Zhuo Wanli's eyes showed sadness, and he swore an oath, and his figure surged towards the northwest.

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