Chapter 655 Captured (2/2)

When all the Xuanshui was swallowed down, the universe became sparkling clean with not a speck of dust. A watercolor painting of a mountain opened up in the void and the water level in the painting raised midway up the mountain.

Bei Mingzi looked towards that direction and saw the magic talisman. He was startled and was in disbelieve. How was it possible that Shen Lian had Empress Wa's painting of Mountains and Rivers of the Gods of Earth and Vale.

He quickly regained his composure and understood that this was actually a replica. If this was Empress Wa's painting of Mountains and Rivers of the Gods of Earth and Vale, it would be able to contain the three thousand cosmos or even Mount Sumeru. There was no way that the little amount of water he brought would raise midway up the mountain.

As his plan crumbled, he took on a decisive role and transformed into the wind to escape.

However, he was one step too slow. A killer sword slashed through the void and charged towards the wind that he transformed into. It was obvious that the sword was prepared in advance and thus Bei Mingzi was not capable of avoiding it despite his amazing light speed travel. In fact, it looked like he was the one who collided with the ferocious sword gleam.

Bei Mingzi had no choice but to reveal his spiritual shape to block the sword gleam. He traced the sword gleam to see a coldly elegant girl.

He thought to himself that this mistress celestial of sword had a strong murderous intent and wondered where had she pop out from.

Bei Mingzi knew that his cultivation experience was deeper than his opponent but the combat power of master celestials of sword was generally preeminent. Moreover, this mistress celestial of sword looked fierce and there was no point of fighting. He turned to a different direction with the intention of leaving.

He had learned his lesson and decided to not transform into the wind. A pair of golden wings came out from his ribs, he flapped the wings and flew hundreds of miles away.

Just before he could let out a sigh of relief, he heard someone laughing, ”Fellow Daoist, I, Song Qingyi have been waiting for you.”

A sharp nib fluttered out like a painting of the mountain and river and headed towards his brain. Bei Mingzi felt an unexplainable sense of chills and realized how powerful the instrument was. He knew it would be foolish to continue the fight and thus dodged the nib and took off in another direction.

After traveling for over thousands of miles, he could not help but felt cocky about himself. He thought that even if Shen Lian had the perfect plan, his light travel was the best of the best.

Before he could indulge too deeply in his conceitedness, the melody played by a zither and a singing voice rang in his ears.

”The wild orchids fade as the waters of Yishui flows, once the orchid was picked and worn by the king, its elegance and fragrance would shine like the moon…”

A river appeared in the void at the source of the voice. A middle-aged Daoist dressed in oriental costume was playing the zither. The musical notes came out from his fingertips blocked the way ahead.

That man said, ”I am Yi Zhi and I have been expecting you.”

Bei Mingzi furiously yelled, ”Where is Shen Lian? What stupid games are you all playing?”

With utmost sincerity, Yi Zhi responded, ”You have violated the constitution of the Zhou nation and will have to face the music. But first of all, you would have to be trialed by three judicial sections.” He paused for a moment and continued, ”But if you want to meet His Majesty, I can pass your message on your behalf.”

Bei Mingzi sneered, ”Do you think you are capable of doing so?”

As he uttered his words, a blood-colored water droplet landed inside his mouth.