Legend of Swordsman

4162 King Zhufeng?

On the fifth floor, there was a huge palace, just like the Royal Palace of a dynasty. It was solemn and dignified. Beads of blue light hung above the palace, illuminating it with a mysterious and hazy light.

Jian Wushuang looked straight into the depths of the hall and his eyes flashed with a touch of fear.

There was a huge throne there!

A figure in a dark golden black robe was sitting quietly on the throne.

!!This figure had his head lowered, and his black hair, which reached his legs, was scattered on the ground, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

Under the throne, there were six mummified corpses with their mouths wide open and their faces filled with fear.

“This is?”

Jian Wushuang’s pupils shrank. He flipped his right hand and an ancient sheepskin scroll appeared.

Jian Wushuang lowered his head and looked at the sheepskin scroll. On the first page of the sheepskin scroll were seven human faces. They were the portraits of King Zhufeng’s team from ten thousand years ago.

Jian Wushuang put away the sheepskin scroll and looked at the six mummies under the throne again. He was shocked.

These six mummies were the six members who had followed King Zhufeng to the Tarot Ruins 10000 years ago!

Looking at this scene, Jian Wushuang did not know why, but he felt a strong chill.

Jian Wushuang instinctively planned to retreat.

Ka ka ka.

However, at this moment, the purple-gold Black-robed figure sitting on the throne slowly raised his head.

All of a sudden, Jian Wushuang’s hair stood on end and he felt a terrible fear. It was as if there was a knife on his back and he was facing death.

The figure on the throne slowly raised his head, revealing an old face.

Seeing this face, Jian Wushuang’s pupils suddenly shrank,

He was extremely familiar with this face. It was one of the targets of their visit to the Tarot Ruins, King Zhufeng!

“King Zhufeng, you’re not dead?” Jian Wushuang asked in surprise.

“Yeah, how can I die?” King Zhufeng’s voice was hoarse as he laughed.

Jian Wushuang’s heart sank. For some reason, King Zhufeng gave him an extremely strange feeling.

He took a few steps back and prepared to send a message back to the Divine Life Palace to tell them that King Zhufeng was still alive.

However, the result of the message made Jian Wushuang’s expression change slightly.

The transmission was cut off!

It was as if there was an invisible force here that had completely cut off his communication with the Divine Life Palace.

“My child, are you afraid? Why are you retreating?” King Zhufeng looked at Jian Wushuang with a strange expression.

“A child?” Jian Wushuang frowned.

This was obviously not how King Zhufeng should address him.

He also found that when King Zhufeng spoke, an invisible power enveloped him. This power was extremely gentle and made him yearn for it. It was as if it really came from his father.

“Something’s wrong!”

Jian Wushuang took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He was now absolutely sure that something had happened to King Zhufeng!

“King Zhufeng, what’s going on with them?” Jian Wushuang raised his head slightly and pointed at the six mummies with his chin.

“They? Who knows?” King Zhufeng shook his head, then looked straight at Jian Wushuang and said in a low voice, “My child, come over quickly. I don’t like to talk from so far away.”

Jian Wushuang was expressionless, but he could not help but sneer.

Just as he was about to walk out of the palace, a cold snort suddenly sounded from outside the door.

Then, Jian Wushuang saw Qing Xuzi stride in.

“Eh? Is there anyone else here?” Qing Xuzi raised his eyebrows when he saw King Zhufeng sitting on the throne.

“Another one.” On the throne, King Zhufeng saw Qing Xuzi stepping in and immediately laughed in a low voice.

Vaguely, Jian Wushuang, who was paying close attention to King Zhufeng, seemed to see some ferocity and greed hidden in his smile.

“Old man, what are you laughing at?” Seeing this, Qing Xuzi’s face turned cold. He snorted and changed the topic. “Old man, let me ask you, do you know how to take the things in the hall?”

“You want it?” King Zhufeng smiled.

“Nonsense. If I don’t want it, why would I ask you?” Qing Xuzi replied with a sneer.

“Alright, child. Come over here and I’ll tell you.” King Zhufeng’s smile became more and more kind.

However, the uneasiness in Jian Wushuang’s heart grew stronger.

“You’re just pretending.” Qing Xuzi was also on his guard. He took a closer look at King Zhufeng. Although King Zhufeng gave him a strange feeling, he could tell that King Zhufeng did not seem to have much strength at the moment.

After a moment’s silence, Qing Xuzi raised his head again. “I don’t think you can do anything.”

Qing Xuzi slowly walked toward King Zhufeng.

“Right…that’s it, child, you just walk over like this…I’ll tell you how to get the treasure.” King Zhufeng’s voice was filled with desire, and his lips were trembling with excitement.

Pa da.

Qing Xuzi stepped in front of King Zhufeng and looked down at him. “Tell me, how can I get the treasure here?”

“Alright, alright, alright. Lower your head and come closer. I’ll tell you immediately.” King Zhufeng’s voice had a strange magic power.

Qing Xuzi’s expression changed, but before he could do anything, King Zhufeng raised his hand and pressed it toward his head.

Qing Xuzi wanted to dodge, but he was shocked to find that his movements were blocked by an invisible force. In the end, he could not avoid King Zhufeng’s palm, which was still on his head.

In an instant, blood and divine power were sucked out to King Zhufeng’s arm and into his body.

Qing Xuzi’s body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he let out an extremely miserable scream.

Clang!

Qing Xuzi trembled as he held the Jingchan divine sword at his waist and slashed it upward.

Bang!

However, this divine sword that could cut through the sky was caught by King Zhufeng with just a gentle grab.

Then, under Qing Xuzi’s horrified gaze, King Zhufeng opened his mouth and swallowed the sword inch by inch.

Kacha kacha kacha.

In just a few seconds, the sword disappeared from King Zhufeng’s mouth.

Pa da.

Qing Xuzi fell to the ground and turned into a dried corpse. His face was still filled with fear.

A Divine Son, an unparalleled existence among the Ultimate Rulers, had died just like that!

“Hehehehe!”

King Zhufeng let go of his hand and let out a low and eerie laugh.