Ji Yunkong pulled Beitang Chiwei and Duanmu Zhishi to run away together, and his attitude towards these troublesome things was to stay away. It's not that he can't manage it, but once he gets caught in the quagmire of war, he can't get out, after all, the matter of changing generals on the spot must not be done. And he is still dealing with things more important than war, and Tang Wang is not even qualified to be a chess piece in front of that real enemy.

"Brother Yunkong," Duanmu ran out of breath, "You ......"

Ji Yunkong knew what Duanmu was going to say: "Don't worry, the role of King Tang doesn't need me to take action personally." ”

"Hmph," Beitang Chiwei pinched Ji Yunkong's waist with both fingers, "Open your mouth!" Aren't you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue? ”

"Oops," Ji Yunkong cried out in pain, "Sister, you're really right, my tongue flashed, otherwise, you can help me heal." Ji Yunkong said, hugged Beitang Chiwei in his arms, opened his mouth and kissed her.

"You're going to die!" Beitang Chiwei pushed Ji Yunkong away, blushing with shame, and scolded, "Scoundrel! ”

"What's wrong with the scoundrel? I like it," Ji Yunkong shrugged, turned around and tapped Duanmu's shy lips with lightning speed.

"Ah......h

"Scoundrel," Beitang Chiwei scolded with a smile, and took Duanmu Zhishy's hand and said, "Sister, don't mess around with him, sister will talk to you." As he spoke, he glanced at Ji Yunkong, pulled Duanmu and left.

Ji Yunkong smiled and walked into his room. At this time, he bolted the door of the room and secretly took out the robe and relics sent by the evil emperor from his arms. What exactly does the monk emperor mean? Ji Yunkong didn't realize it until now, but he understood that the monk emperor specially asked the evil emperor to send the relics, which must have a deep meaning.

But what is it? Ji Yunkong looked at the relics in front of him, and the Buddha light that rushed to the sky was trapped in a small room, reflecting the whole room in a burst of Sanskrit sound.

Ji Yunkong suddenly had an idea, holding the relics in both hands, and a trace of internal force passed from his hands to the relics. Ji Yunkong is very careful, although the relics are also the Buddha bones on the body of the monk, they are very fragile, and if they are not careful, they may be broken.

"Hum-" At the moment when the internal force and the relics came into contact, Ji Yunkong suddenly felt a roar in his head, as if someone had knocked him hard with a giant hammer. A strong feeling of pain instantly spread all over the body, and this intense pain directly acted on the mind, and the power of Ji Yunkong's proud bloodline could not be repaired at all. His eyes went black, and he fainted instantly.

In a blur, Ji Yunkong opened his eyes again, however, at this moment, he found himself in a forest. He suddenly found himself like a god descending into the mortal world, or a ghost wandering the world. I can speak, do and think, but I can't communicate with others, yes, even if I shout loudly, the people in front of me can't detect it. In the same way, what the person in front of you says, you don't know at all. Damn it! I knew that I would have learned some lip language with my eldest grandson, Changkong.

Who is the person in front of you? Ji Yunkong looked carefully, with a handsome face, a golden Zen staff, and a colorful robe. This monk actually looks nine points similar to the monk emperor. No! It should be said that this monk is clearly what the monk looked like when he was young!

Such a powerful breath, this young monk, the strength is by no means inferior to the current monk emperor, even in today's era of bright stars, it is enough to be worthy of the name of the top ten masters.

And behind this monk, there are many martial arts people, and their strength is uneven. But the few people standing at the front can definitely compete with the masters of the "Hundred Heroes", and even Ji Yunkong feels that there are a few breaths in it, which can definitely be compared with people like Gongsun Huang and Queen of the Moon.

Who is this group? Ji Yunkong can be sure that there is absolutely no existence of these masters above the "Hundred Heroes", if it is said that it is a hidden master, it is even more impossible, this is not one or two people, but dozens of masters, and there are thousands of followers behind them.

These people were shouting and scolding loudly, and the few people at the front were gloomy. The object of their scolding was a woman in front of them. Moreover, although Ji Yunkong didn't know lip language, the words they scolded were too monotonous, and Ji Yunkong figured out two words - "demon girl".

"This woman ......" Ji Yunkong always seems to have seen this woman somewhere, but unfortunately he can't remember it.

This woman gave birth to an extremely beautiful appearance, and her black veil set off her figure exquisitely. However, at this time, her breath was as disordered as a candle in the wind. The wounds that were penetrated in the lower abdomen and chest were bleeding incessantly. Obviously, this "demon girl" has been seriously injured in the siege of everyone.

The woman ignored everyone's scolding, and her eyes revealed infinite pride, as if everyone was in her eyes, but a swarm of ants.

The only one who can enter her eyes is the monk emperor, and in her eyes, there is only the monk emperor! The woman's wonderful eyes circulated in the eyes of the monk, and Ji Yunkong could clearly feel that there was hope, resentment, love, and unwillingness in that gaze...... The colorful emotions dazzled Ji Yunkong.

However, the monk did not respond, his face was always an indifferent smile, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, smiling with flowers, and the smile was full of warmth, Zen and ...... Ruthless!

The woman was angry, she secretly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the help of the moment she turned her head, and sighed coquettishly.

It was this loud shout that all the sounds in the scene came to an abrupt end. The hundreds of people were so surprised that they couldn't even close their mouths, but their eyes were extremely flexible, constantly wandering between the monk and the woman.

The monk emperor was still tepid, as if he was just a spectator like Ji Yunkong. In the face of the woman's questioning, he was silent and smiling.

Wrong! Ji Yunkong and the monk emperor have a close relationship, and they are regarded as confidants, only he knows that the monk emperor's heart is in turmoil. The scene of the woman wiping away her tears just now did not escape the eyes of the monk. At that moment, the thumb of the monk's left hand trembled slightly, as if he was caressing the Buddha beads in his palm, but Ji Yunkong, who was familiar with the monk, knew. This is a small habit of the monk, and whenever he is unstable, he will make this action.

The monk's speechlessness made the people behind him show a disappointed expression, however, more of a gloating.

After a while, the middle-aged man with the highest martial arts except for the monk emperor stood up and shouted at the woman opposite. After that, he said something to the monk emperor, and his expression was intense. However, Ji Yunkong clearly saw a trace of cunning in this person's eyes.

Until now, Ji Yunkong doesn't know where this is? Is this monk in front of him a monk emperor? If it is said, how can the monk have such an experience in his life, a person like him, every move is under the gaze of countless eyes, if he has such an experience, he will have been exposed by the world a long time ago. But if not, how can this person look so similar to the monk emperor? Even the subtle habits of the fingers are exactly the same