Why am I here?
The Sword Saint's pupils contracted. In his eyes, the ordinary stone statue suddenly came to life after the rat phantom entered it. The stone body slowly disappeared and turned into a flesh and blood body.
"Why am I here, Lord Aizen?"
The resurrected being had short, black hair, pale skin, and green eyes, with dark green tear-like marks on his face. The number "4" was engraved on his left chest; he was none other than the Fortieth Espada, Ulquiorra!
Although the Sword Saint did not know his identity, he could sense the immense malice in him. His sword heart told him that the person in front of him was not a kind person and he had no interest in chatting with him. He casually unleashed a sword aura.
"Powerful, bizarre humans, don't you want to live in peace?" Uruchiora's gaze was calm. Although the Sword Saint was strong, there were few things in this world that could frighten him. He looked up to the sky and whispered, "Seal it off, Blackwing Demon!"
Black rain began to fall from the sky. A pair of large black wings, big enough to blot out the sky, stretched out. It wore a white robe, a two-horned helmet, and its black fingernails turned into long claws.
"Thunder Spear!"
Uruchiora conjured a spear-shaped spiritual entity in his hand, gripped the shaft with long black claws, and thrust it forward with a sudden thrust.
Rumble!
The Thunder Spear shattered with a crash. Uruchiora's gaze remained calm as he watched the sword energy dissipate into the heavens and earth. The Thunder Spear in his hand coalesced once more, this time not to resist the sword energy, but to throw it.
Uruchiora sensed that the spiritual energy in this world was unusually rich and the activity of spiritual particles was very high, so condensing them was easier than before. However, an invisible force began to appear, slowly suppressing his power. Although the speed was slow, his power would inevitably be sealed in time.
After a moment's thought, Ulquiorra began his second release, his wings fully spread, and a powerful spiritual pressure swept across all directions. Even the Sword Saint in battle looked somewhat solemn. He didn't know where Xu Le had found such a terrifying monster, which had reached the Wonderland so easily!
But Uruchiora didn't give him a chance to think. He once again conjured a lightning spear, several times more powerful than before, and hurled it forcefully under his cold gaze.
The Sword Saint frowned. The powerful energy contained within it also troubled him, but he had nowhere to retreat, because behind him was the Shu Mountain Grand Hall.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!"
The Sword Saint exuded an aura of immortality, his longsword unleashing a hundred-foot-long sword beam to intercept the lightning spear hurtling through the air. The two collided, unleashing a massive shockwave that whipped up a gale that swept in all directions, generating a huge cloud of dust!
"What a terrifying creature!"
As the smoke and dust cleared, the Sword Saint stood in place, looking at the back mountain that had sunk dozens of meters, as if dozens of meters had been sliced off out of thin air, demonstrating its power.
Just as he was focusing his mind and preparing to fight the enemy, he discovered that the powerful demon that had appeared had turned into a stone statue, which slowly crumbled and turned into lime and dissipated, leaving the astonished swordsman standing there speechless for a long time!
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Chapter 266: The Second Meeting with Bai Yue
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In the southern border region, the cities of the Miao people are not as prosperous as those in the Central Plains, but they have their own ethnic culture and architectural styles that differ slightly from those in the Central Plains.
The city walls of important towns were only half the height of those of ordinary cities in the Central Plains. Most of the pedestrians on the streets were Miao people dressed in Miao costumes, and there were also merchants from the Central Plains coming and going, their fine clothes and fine garments attracting envy.
Although southern Xinjiang is remote, it is covered with dense forests and is home to a large number of snakes, insects, rodents, and poisonous creatures. However, danger is accompanied by opportunity. The unique environment has given rise to a large number of rare medicinal herbs, which have attracted merchants from the Central Plains to come and purchase them. After long-distance transportation, these herbs are brought back to the Central Plains for resale and to make a lot of profit.
Although the people from the Central Plains were cunning and often drove down prices, the Miao people still hoped to trade with them. With the tacit approval of the rulers, the Miao economy developed rapidly through this trade.
"My husband, is this Ling'er's hometown?"
On the bustling street, vendors set up stalls on both sides of the road to sell their goods. Zhao Ling'er, dressed in a black dress, looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar environment and spoke nervously.
Xu Le changed into a white robe with a gold ribbon around his waist, his long hair casually draped behind him, and replied with a light smile: "That's right, if you go any further ahead, you'll reach the palace of your father, the puppet emperor of Southern Xinjiang, the Witch King!"
When Zhao Ling'er heard the word "puppet," her expression darkened. But thinking that her life was caused by her biological father's cowardice and incompetence, she sighed softly and walked forward with her head down.
She had only taken a few steps when a candied hawthorn skewer floated in front of her. Zhao Ling'er felt a warmth in her heart. She was about to speak when she realized that Xu Le had already walked dozens of meters away.
"My husband, wait for me!"
Zhao Ling'er picked up the candied hawthorn floating in front of her and ran after it. Suddenly, she heard hurried footsteps.
Tap tap tap!
Dozens of figures in red robes ran swiftly through the streets, and the people who saw them quickly made way for them, their expressions pious.
"Welcome back to the kingdom, Princess!"
The red-robed guards, holding Miao swords, knelt on one knee and surrounded Zhao Ling'er, bowing to her. Zhao Ling'er was somewhat taken aback and said softly, "Get up!"
Splash!
Their armor fluttered in the wind, and at the same time, dozens more soldiers emerged from the end of the street, keeping civilians at the edge and clearing the street.
A carriage was carried in by four burly men and slowly came to Zhao Ling'er's side. A middle-aged man in a magnificent robe and wearing a crown stepped down from it.
Looking at the face that was both unfamiliar and familiar, Zhao Ling'er had some guesses in her mind. When she found Xu Le standing beside her, she subconsciously took his arm, feeling the sense of security it gave her. She raised her head firmly to look at him and asked in a strong voice, "Are you the Witch King?"
The middle-aged man in fine clothes paused for a moment, his eyes dimming slightly, but after glancing at Xu Le beside Zhao Ling'er, his smile remained warm. "Ling'er, I am your father!"
“Father…” Ling’er murmured softly. Before she could answer, the crowd suddenly began to cheer. A group of black and red figures appeared, and the crowd knelt down and cheered. The commotion was even more grand than when the Witch King arrived.
"Worshiping the moon..."
The Witch King cursed under his breath, trying to remain calm but unable to hide his fear of Baiyue. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his clenched fists trembled slightly, and his heart pounded rapidly in his chest. Although he tried his best to conceal it, he managed to deceive Zhao Ling'er.
Zhao Ling'er shook her head, her last bit of goodwill towards the Witch King completely extinguished.
A king actually feared the imperial advisor, and Zhao Ling'er could finally understand why her mother had sacrificed her life to seal the water demon beast, turning into a stone statue and guarding the lakeside in despair...
While feeling sad, Zhao Ling'er heard Xu Le's telepathic message in her mind. Her expression changed slightly, but out of trust in Xu Le, she did not ask any questions and nodded in agreement.