Wang Youwei followed next to Hong Fengye, and unconsciously thought of his son, but he personally practiced it for his son, if the Broken Leaf City was really broken, then his son would definitely die.

Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, Wang Youwei knows very well what kind of person Wang Dezao is, but now he can't do anything, he can only put his hope on the safety of Broken Leaf City.

"Aiqing, but are you worried about the safety of your eldest son?"

Hong Fengye noticed that Wang Youwei was a little absent-minded, so he asked.

"Back to Your Majesty, the minister was annoyed by the incompetence of the dogs, so that the army of the Wuzhou Dynasty entered the royal city. ”

Wang Youwei heard the question, came out of his contemplation, and replied immediately.

"Aiqing...... Alas, the king is too early to complain. ”

Hong Fengye shook his head and sighed.

Accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, Wang Youwei knows the king's mind very well, even if he has thoughts in his heart, he must speak according to the king's wishes, which father does not feel sorry for his son, not to mention that Wang Youwei is still old and has a son.

I can only pray silently for my son in my heart, praying that the Broken Leaf City is not broken, and praying that my son is still in the Broken Leaf City.

In the distance, more and more Praetorian Guards rushed to the palace wall, and the screams one after another made Dehong Fengye nervous.

"The relics, the color is not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is the emptiness, the emptiness is the color, and the same is true when you want to do it......

At this moment, a burst of Sanskrit sound came out, and Hong Fengye's heart gradually calmed down with the Sanskrit sound.

Not only him, but the entire battlefield heard this burst of Sanskrit sound, and one by one they involuntarily stopped the offensive in their hands, whether it was the soldiers of the Wuzhou Dynasty or the Fenglin Dynasty, they all stopped and watched.

The monk who was reciting the Buddhist scriptures got closer and closer to Zhou Chuan's chariot, and the snow-white robe was not stained with any dust, and even though the ground was covered with blood, his shoes were still not stained with any blood.

Meng Yi immediately turned around and came to Zhou Chuan's side, looking at the monk with a solemn face. As soon as he heard the Sanskrit sound, Meng Yi only felt that there had always been a voice in his heart, persuading him not to continue to kill.

Meng Yi, who was at the peak of the martial arts realm, immediately sensed that something was wrong, the influence of Sanskrit sound on him was not very strong, but the strength of the person who recited Sanskrit sound was very strong, at least he felt that he was not the opponent of this monk.

"Your Majesty, this monk is not small and very strong. ”

Meng Yi whispered next to Zhou Chuan's earlobe.

One by one, the new troops around them involuntarily gave way to a road, one that was just enough for the monks to get close to the chariot.

"Monk, this is the battlefield, what is the matter with you?"

Meng Yi couldn't help but shout, this feeling was too uncomfortable. Until now, he didn't know what this monk was going to do.

The cloaked monk walked all the way to the front of the chariot before stopping, and then said unhurriedly, "Didn't the poor monk wait for you to be invited?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Chuan was stunned. He didn't remember calling the monk out, and it didn't seem like he was lying.

"The poor monk is only here to get rid of demons, but the poor monk looks at the donor, and it seems that he has magic skills, can he solve the confusion of the poor monk. The monk said in an unhurried tone.

It seems that he was born with such a tone, calmly, but the more this is the case, the more Zhou Chuan can't grasp the monk's motives.

At this moment, on the upper floor of the palace, Hong Fengye and Wang Youwei of the Fenglin Dynasty walked out and laughed: "Master, you are finally here." ”

The monk frowned at first, then nodded suddenly in understanding, and said: "The donor is polite, since the donor has crushed the Bodhi seed, it is the appearance of the demon gate, I don't know if it refers to the donor." ”

As he spoke, the monk suddenly pointed at Zhou Chuan.

Meng Yi immediately became nervous, this monk's cultivation is extremely high, and he seems to have an extraordinary background, when he thinks of what the other party said before, he came to his throat.

The other party's weird Sanskrit sound made Meng Yi secretly frightened, this kind of method was unheard of, especially the feeling that the other party gave him, unfathomable!

"Yes, master, this person is the new king of the Wuzhou Dynasty, but when he ascended the throne, he suddenly had nearly two hundred powerhouses in the martial arts realm as his subordinates. ”

Hong Fengye became excited when he said this, and almost roared: "He appeared here just now, and he suddenly appeared with a large army, without any warning, and all of them appeared here inexplicably." ”

"Master, you must be the master of our Fenglin Dynasty, the white-clothed bishops of the Holy Sect have all died in the Wuzhou Dynasty, there must be the support of the Demon Sect behind them, otherwise so many strange things would not have happened. ”

"Donor...... Don't be excited, the poor monk has his own judgment on this matter. The monk said lightly with both hands.

"Donor, the signs of demonic skills on your body are obvious, the evil spirit is Lingran, whether you collude with the demon gate or not, the poor monk must overtake you today. ”

The monk said coldly, and as he spoke, his momentum changed abruptly, and he was murderous.

The faces of all the people in the Wu Zhou Dynasty changed dramatically in an instant, and they became vigilant, and they surrounded them one by one silently.

The big rooster Huang Cang cooed, walked in front of Zhou Chuan, raised his head, and the red cockscomb shone brightly, constantly cooing.

"Monk, are you all so arbitrary in doing things?"

Zhou Chuan rubbed his head with a little headache, and without asking anything, he planned to do it directly, which was really simple and rude.

"The donor is murderous, unjust, and demonic, and the poor monk thinks that there is no need to continue to understand. ”

The monk took off his cloak, looked at Zhou Chuan with cold eyes, and said indifferently.

"I don't want to talk to you much, Huang Cangshang, beat him!"

Zhou Chuan didn't bother to explain to a monk at all, he was a king, did he need to explain to a monk to do things?

Therefore, he directly pushed Huang Cang out at once, and the big rooster was accidentally pushed, and hurriedly instigated his wings to restore his balance.

He glanced at the monk with some dissatisfaction, and said in his heart that you have nothing to do here, which made me angry.

"Your character is no different from the Demon Gate, and the poor monk has surpassed you today. Together with this monster. ”

The monk clasped his hands together, a string of prayer beads stuck in his two thumbs, and in an instant, a golden light enveloped him inside, and an invisible wave of qi pushed away all the new troops who surrounded him.

"Bold!"

Meng Yi was immediately angry, and he made a move in front of Zhou Chuan, which made it clear that it was to lose the face of their Wu Zhou Dynasty, and the king humiliated the ministers to death!

Zhou Chuan sneered and said, "Your Buddhism is really a big face, don't you don't kill?

"Besides, you have the ability to go to the Demon Gate Headquarters and let me see the boundless Dharma of Buddhism, how about it?"

"If the demon gate is not enough, then there is also the demon realm of demon beasts, why don't you go and kill demons?"

"On this continent, when is there no war? Which person in power has no murderous aura? You just rely on your own mind to start arranging charges for others, which Buddha do you cultivate?"

The monk was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned cold, and he said indifferently: "The people in the Demon Gate are all so articulate, and the poor monk will send you on the road, so as not to suffer this disaster in vain for the Fenglin Dynasty." ”