Chapter 216 So It Was

So that was it. It should have been. Fortunately, it was.

Although she had been reassured by her mother-in-law's words, and she knew that no matter what kind of cooperation the Hu family's ancestors had reached with the National Preceptor, it would no longer affect Hu Ma's decision.

But only after hearing the National Preceptor's hatred for the Hu family with her own ears did her heart truly settle down. The people of the Hu family had indeed not disappointed their descendant.

It was only at this moment that the answer she had been searching for on this journey finally became clear.

If they wanted to keep one of the three originators of the plan in the dark, then the other two must have joined forces. The fact that the National Preceptor, one of the originators, fell for this trick meant that the Hu family and Lao Jun Mei had joined forces even earlier.

Therefore, the Hu family really didn't just sell out their own children and grandchildren for the sake of becoming immortals, as she had thought.

This made Hu Ma feel enlightened, and she was finally willing to greet him as a member of the Hu family.

Likewise, this made her even more clear about what she wanted to do: that was, to raise hell first.

Back in Lao Yin Mountain, he had finally managed to kill the Meng family, but before he could even finish a cup of celebratory wine, this old thing had appeared, ruining his good mood.

So this time, after returning to Shangjing and figuring out his tricks, he would definitely get his revenge first.

"Little Mr. Hu, although you walk the ghost path, you have only learned the skills of a Shousui Ren (Guardian of the Year)..."

"You've even learned their temperament."

Standing in front of Hu Ma, the National Preceptor looked down at the ruthless, joyful expression on Hu Ma's face, who wasn't even trying to hide his understanding and elation. The disappointment in his heart reached its peak.

As early as when Hu Ma was in the Zhi Shou Pavilion, scolding the disciples of the Ten Surnames with those evil words, he had a bad feeling. Now, it was indeed the case.

"Clearly, this was an opportunity to avoid great terror, even to transcend it..."

"Clearly, I have been far more generous to your Hu family than to others, giving you enough benefits..."

He could no longer hide his disappointment in the Hu family: "But why are you so incredibly stupid in this family?"

"Do you have to die as a sacrifice?"

"Do you have to believe those evil spirits' wild nonsense?"

"..."

"So, you really messed with the wrong people when you messed with the Hu family..."

Facing the disappointment, even the slight bewilderment on his face, Hu Ma suddenly laughed loudly: "Not everyone is like the Meng family, who you can fool around with just a radish, leading them around in circles until they are exterminated, still in your control!"

In his shout, he suddenly took a step forward, the cloth strips behind him tearing open, and a fierce blade flashed.

Hu Ma held the Faguan Dadao (Magistrate's Broadsword) in his hand, and suddenly shouted, the blade's momentum fierce and terrifying, directly cleaving down towards the National Preceptor.

Now, the National Preceptor's figure seemed to blend into the night, tall and unmatched, looking down on the world, but as Hu Ma's blade fell, the Nine Pillars of Daoist cultivation surged at the same time, and his aura was like a bursting furnace, with raging flames, and the surrounding night seemed to be illuminated with a faint red light.

The blade's momentum instantly rose higher than the National Preceptor, and struck firmly in front of him.

Facing Hu Ma's fierce blade, the National Preceptor only shook his head gently: "You seem to have forgotten that you have never been on the bridge."

He was now in front of Hu Ma, only about ten feet away from him, and the momentum of Hu Ma's blade was rolling forward, not allowing him to dodge.

But unexpectedly, as Hu Ma's blade slashed out, the distance between him and the National Preceptor inexplicably stretched further and further, instantly widening to six or seven zhang. The momentum of Hu Ma's blade was about to dissipate, but it still hadn't touched him at all.

This was the art of the bridge!

Hu Ma realized it instantly.

The guests on the bridge are no longer human, and their methods are unbelievable and cannot be reasoned with.

Although he was shocked, he suddenly stepped forward, and the momentum of the blade in his hand not only did not weaken, but increased even more.

He used the skill of shrinking the ground into inches under his feet, and his body suddenly darted forward, seven zhang in one step.

You opened up space, and I shrunk the ground to get closer. This blade still tightly followed the National Preceptor, and even cleaved onto his body.

"Nine Pillars of Daoist cultivation, almost reaching the realm of incarnation of heaven and earth, using the power of a brute to break all illusory arts!"

Even the National Preceptor seemed to admire this blade extremely, sighing softly: "But I haven't had time to tell you that the creatures on the bridge are not guests of the human world. The further you walk on the bridge, the less likely you are to be hurt by you."

"How can you, in the human world, hurt me, a person from beyond the heavens?"

"...Of course, unless someone is foolish enough to try to pull you onto the bridge."

"..."

Hu Ma's blade struck with lightning speed, violently and instantly.

It was so fast that it was almost unimaginable how the National Preceptor could have calmly said so many words in such a short time.

Likewise, facing this blade, he seemed to have given up resisting, allowing the blade to strike, and his body split open in response, suddenly falling to both sides.

But immediately afterwards, as if only the air trembled, he still stood intact in front of Hu Ma, maintaining a distance of less than two zhang. The trace of Hu Ma's blade just barely extended to his feet.

Only beside Hu Ma, there was a piece of yellow paper, gently falling to the ground, already torn in half.

Hu Ma's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly snorted coldly, stamping his foot on the ground, and his five viscera roared together, like rolling thunder, sweeping out along the ground.

The paper figurine that had not yet landed was instantly burned, turning into specks of sparks, and the location where the National Preceptor was was also enveloped by a huge furnace. Visibly, the layers of eerie mist on his body were dispelled by the yang energy from Hu Ma's body.

But he didn't dodge, still standing there calmly, sighing softly: "When I invited the Ten Surnames to the Stone Pavilion to discuss matters, I had already explained the stakes to them."

"If this world can be saved, then save it. If it cannot be saved, then there is only leaving. The Ten Surnames have twenty years to learn the power of that ferocious thing, and they also have twenty years to make a decision, to help me build this Baiyu Jing (White Jade Capital)."

"Only your Hu family!"

"I originally admired the Hu family's character, so I chose you between the Meng family and the Hu family."

"Your Hu family ancestors were willing to give up glory and wealth, and offer their family's fortune and the only bloodline to gamble with me on a possible fierceness. It moved me, so I chose you as the main sacrifice before you were even born."

"It's just that, ah, I didn't expect that your Hu family's fierceness would exceed my imagination..."

"The matter of building Baiyu Jing is already so difficult, seeking survival in death."

"But your Hu family ancestors even decided to collude with evil spirits twenty years ago, deceiving me."

Although he spoke very calmly and calmly, some dissatisfaction and森然 could already be heard: "But do you really think that I would trust your Hu family so much, without leaving any backup plans?"

While he was speaking, Hu Ma had already rushed up, gritting his teeth, and the various fierce blade techniques and Dashuai Bei Shou (Great Monument Throwing Hand) were used in succession, without any reservation.

But the National Preceptor had not moved at all. The yin energy on his body was blown away, and even burned by the scorching energy from Hu Ma's body, emitting billowing black smoke. Almost in an instant, he had been subjected to slow slicing, and his body had become rotten, even burned and falling off in pieces.

But the sound of his voice had not stopped, and even when his body had completely turned into black smoke, it already contained anger: "So, what you shouldn't have resisted the most is me!"

As he spoke, a dark, muddy incense burner suddenly flew towards Hu Ma.

Hu Ma used the Faguan Dadao to block it, and was about to throw it away. This incense burner was heavy, probably weighing several hundred pounds, but under Hu Ma's blade momentum, it would immediately be bounced away.

But unexpectedly, the incense burner suddenly rolled with purple energy, and in an instant, it changed from several hundred pounds to thousands of pounds, and thousands of pounds, firmly pressing on the top of Hu Ma's head. Under his feet, there were two cracking sounds, and two bluestone slabs were crushed.

"I was the one who first brought you into this world..."

"Even if they had secretly colluded with that evil spirit early on, and joined forces to deceive me, they also used my method to let you be born."

"I know everything about your birth date, destiny, name, and even your magical skills and Daoist cultivation."

"..."

His body bones were already cracking, but the National Preceptor's voice was still constantly coming from all directions. While Hu Ma was secretly making various preparations, he stared intently, only feeling that his voice was erratic. When the last sentence came, it was right under his feet.

He lowered his head suddenly, and saw that the bluestone bricks under his feet had all disappeared. Like an inverted image, the National Preceptor was under his feet.

He was upside down in the world, facing his feet, slowly walking in the inverted image of this world.

Gently shaking the horsetail whisk in his hand, without having to pinch his fingers to cast spells, without having to take out anything, all kinds of magic techniques came like a storm.

"Suppress the evil spirits and strike the golden mace!"

"Disaster snake, come out!"

"Soldiers and horses from all directions, listen to my orders, come!"

"..."

Facing this powerful figure he had never seen before, Hu Ma also did not dare to be careless. Even though he was being suppressed by the incense burner weighing over ten thousand pounds, he gritted his teeth and slowly took seven steps, and in an instant, he set up an altar.

At the same time, he shouted loudly, and the two powerful things on his body were also summoned without hesitation.

"Whoosh!"

At the same time, a gust of yin wind suddenly blew in front of the ancestral hall.

His mother-in-law was in the ancestral hall, how could she watch her grandson being bullied in front of her?

Sensing this, she rushed out of the ancestral hall, and with a gust of yin wind, she rushed straight towards where Hu Ma was.

These various methods were Hu Ma's most powerful. If it weren't too slow and troublesome compared to other methods, he would have even summoned Yin General and hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers.

But even so, it didn't make the National Preceptor show the slightest bit of astonishment.

First, the disaster snake, which had vented wantonly on the Panshan Army battlefield, and had therefore been relatively well-behaved during this period of time, was first awakened by Hu Ma, and a snake head emerged from the black bag.

The black, shiny eyes were constantly looking around. This little thing was something that even Hu Ma had vaguely kept by his side, and he hadn't fully mastered how to use it.

But anyway, they were in Shangjing City now, and anyway, it was their territory. So what if he released it?

Sure enough!

The disaster snake immediately caused a rolling evil wind, blowing so that the surroundings were hazy. Even this evil wind rolled out, and in an instant, it was about to blow through half of Shangjing City.

But unexpectedly, this disaster wind blew out, but there was no movement at all. At most, the dark and hazy fog covering the sky above Shangjing City dissipated slightly, and then it quickly became silent.

This change made Hu Ma stunned for a moment, and the disaster snake was also stunned for a moment, a little dazed.

Then, with a whoosh, it shrank back again.

But the National Preceptor's laughter sounded under Hu Ma's feet: "Shangjing does not die or get sick, so there is no disaster. Besides, there is the ancestral hall suppressing it?"

"Little Mr. Hu, are you being a little too childish to expect something you picked up on the road to deal with me?"

"..."

In the laughter, he had already slowly taken a few steps, and then waved his sleeves lightly.

Hu Ma had barely taken seven steps, forming an altar, which could borrow the power of heaven and earth to push away the incense burner, and also see through the lies and find the National Preceptor's location. But unexpectedly, the National Preceptor also stepped out, pacing out an altar as well.

He formed an altar in the same way, and his speed was even faster than Hu Ma's. The weight of the incense burner above his head also seemed to suddenly double.

And then, he waved his sleeves, and his mother-in-law was rushing out of the ancestral hall, looking quite fierce, but at this moment, the door of the ancestral hall, not just the Hu family's, but all the ancestral hall doors, closed firmly at the same time.

The next moment, even his mother-in-law, who had already rushed out, was suddenly pulled back into the ancestral hall, and he only heard the sound of banging on the door from inside the ancestral hall.

And the power of this wave did not stop, but rippled towards the entire city.

It seemed that in this boundless night, in all directions, there were vague talismans falling.

Squeak!

That was the sound of the ancient and heavy city gates in various locations in Shangjing City, all being pushed by invisible forces at this time, closing heavily.

As the dust fell, this Shangjing City had also become a closed whole.

At this moment, outside Shangjing City, there was a burst of golden light. Those were the golden-armored warriors, who had received Hu Ma's call, and were remotely carrying the stone box to the front of the city gate, but the city gate was closed, and they could not enter Shangjing.

Looking up, the city walls of Shangjing City suddenly began to grow endlessly in their eyes, as if they were ten thousand zhang high, with no end in sight, and it was impossible to enter this place.

Shangjing City itself was a magical treasure.

A magical treasure that had not yet been fully completed, but had already exceeded the imagination of others.

"Letting you cultivate the Nine Pillars of Life Incense is just so that you can carry the Twelve Ghost Altars."

At the moment when he broke all of Hu Ma's methods with a few casual moves, the National Preceptor's soft sigh also sounded beside Hu Ma: "But in terms of the most brilliant skills in this world, Little Mr. Hu, you are still just a 'person' now, that's all..."