Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

Not only was the meat of a second-level ferocious beast served, but some fire date thorn fruits were also added, making everyone feel proud to have been invited by Mr. Zhang Song.

Zhang Song thought about it and now that his Huangting Qi-eating Method had been perfected, he was not in a hurry to explore further and switched to the Mountain God Method that he had just acquired.

"The spiritual energy of mountains and rivers descends to become gods, and the gods follow the master's family to give birth to people. If this mountain or this cave is regarded as the master, it will descend to the human body with the incense."

"The ancients had a practice of summoning souls to bury the dead. Summoning the souls of the gods and immortals was auspicious. The burial was solemn and the heavenly family would prosper for four hundred years."

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Dianzhou City is huge and prosperous. Although the war has spread to 50 miles outside the city, there is still no sign of tension here. The gates are open and people come and go.

The governor of Dianzhou was hosting a banquet for his guests in Huamanlou at this time.

The place was bustling with people, the wine was drunk, and everyone was extremely excited.

On the high platform, there are more than a dozen beauties in palace dress, dancing with long sleeves, covering their faces gracefully, with bare jade feet, gently twirling, making people unable to take their eyes off and drool.

At the central main table, a fat monk was laughing, with two petite beauties sitting on his thick legs.

One of them put his arms around the monk's neck, used his lips as a cup, and passed the ball gently over with his cheeks as red as dye.

Next to him was an elegant old man with a dignified appearance and a slightly hooked nose. He looked stern and learned, with an air of righteousness that would not be violated.

With her Confucian robe half-opened, a young girl who had just come of age was squatting under the table...

Some people couldn't help swallowing their saliva, some wished they could take their place, and some even stood on tiptoe and stared with wide eyes.

These people were all extraordinary talents invited by the Lord of Dianzhou to resist the growing power of Hunyuan Sect.

Blood splattered everywhere, bones and flesh were scattered,...

It was not until the woman was completely dead that he grabbed her neck, turned around, and began to bite the corpse in big mouthfuls.

These people no longer cared about other people. They were arrogant and defiant, laughing and shouting loudly. When they were happy, they even picked up the plates and poured the food directly into their mouths.

They acted as if no one was around and acted recklessly. Some bystanders were frightened and quietly retreated.

Some people even reported to the provincial government, but instead of receiving the official's attention, they were arrested and thrown directly into death row.

There were also some people sitting on the third floor of Huaman, watching coldly with sneers on their faces, but they did not have the slightest sympathy for the dead women.

(This chapter has been rejected by the review, and it has been revised to 3,000 words. I have revised it over and over again. There is nothing I can do because the draft has been uploaded ten days later.)

The people around were frightened and panicked, only then they realized that the four people did not seem to be normal human beings.

In the private room on the third floor, a charming woman looked at the middle-aged official opposite her with dissatisfaction.

"Master Sun, you have to compensate me for my losses. I spent a lot of effort to train them, and they were eaten by your people just now when they were accompanying the guests."

"Okay, okay." The middle-aged man grabbed the famous Huamanyuan owner from Dianzhou and wanted to do whatever he wanted to him.

"Okay, I'll arrange two new ones for you. They're still young." The middle-aged man then reluctantly slapped the girl's butt hard.

"I don't know what conditions you need to be a sitter."

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Marquis Zhenshan was sitting in his study, he didn't take the Hunyuan Sect or anything like that seriously.

The Dali Dynasty has been in existence for a thousand years, and has experienced many ups and downs. There must be at least eight hundred people of this religion and that sect.

When it comes down to it, aren't they just a group of ambitious people who can't wait to push the popularity up in order to advance?

A bunch of brainless idiots.

With a smile on his face, he was playing with the exquisite teacup he had just received, looking very comfortable.

"Master." The butler stood at the door without any expression.

"explain."

"Fourth Madam seemed to have had a dream last night and was a little frightened."

The butler did not dare to look up. The color on the Marquis's face changed instantly, emitting unbearable cruelty. He smashed the teacup and the golden nanmu desk into pieces with his palm.

"That evil beast is back?"

"Where is Wu Gongsheng? Where is Wang Gongsheng? Where is Xia Huwei?"

The butler smiled bitterly. He had no control over the people the master was talking about. He hardly practiced cultivation and he couldn't stand even a glance from these people.

After a while, he stood up and waved his hand to let the butler go back.

"Rebellious son, I really underestimated you."

"Someone, call Xia Guowei in."

Thousands of mountain guards formed three circles, one circle with crossbows, one circle with spears, and one circle with sharp knives. They formed a battle formation and searched room by room.

Xia Guowei has another identity. He is the adopted son of Marquis Zhenshan. He was adopted by the marquis when he was young. It seems that he was trained in the army and his status was spread by military merits.

The Marquis adopted thousands of orphans, but only six of them survived and were adopted as his sons, two of whom died in battle.

The Marquis's words are orders.

He squinted his eyes, followed the team, dragging a long spear behind him, and moved forward slowly.

He practiced the Hundred Battles Technique, a very common martial art, but in the army he could unleash a hundred times the power and gather all the momentum of the soldiers in his barracks on himself. If he gathered three hundred people, he could fight against people of a smaller realm. If he gathered three thousand people, he would be confident that he could defeat even a great Jindan cultivator.

He closed his eyes and seemed to be walking very slowly. His perception had been maximized, and any malice or hostility would be captured by him as soon as it appeared.

The murderous aura of the army enveloped the entire mansion. Everyone was in danger. Spies, spies, and people who had a bounty offered on their heads all fled.

shoot!

He was extremely cold-hearted. His adoptive father only looked at the results and not the process. He just killed some people.

Several stepmothers, along with their housekeepers and servants, opened the door and looked at him coldly with unspoken threats in their eyes. Some clever servants, holding cloth bags filled with either broken gold or spiritual stones, quietly handed them to him.

He would take money to do the job, and as long as there was no trace of that lovely brother, he could pretend that he saw nothing.

"Found it. It's hidden really deeply." With his hands raised, the entire army immediately kept their breathing in unison. Bows and crossbows were drawn one after another, and their blood energy began to rise.

They turned the arrows one by one, waiting for orders.

It was a side room, very dark, hidden under the shade of a locust tree, and in the past only an old gardener lived in it.

"Brother, are you trying to scare me?" With a loud crash, the door broke into countless pieces of wood and shot out.

A figure rushed out and leaped out of the yard like a giant monkey.

"shoot!"

Sharp arrows fell like rain, and he chased after them like an eagle, whistling.

"Cum again!"

As the rounds went on, countless civilians around were accidentally injured by arrows falling from the sky, and dozens of buildings were turned into dust in the rain of arrows.

The spearmen have already rushed out. It seems very slow, but they are like a torrent. With one step, they can go almost a hundred meters forward.

Li Chuanzong didn't expect that the soldiers he looked down upon would be so powerful when they formed a battle formation.