Chapter 43: The Desert Story
Li Yunqing glanced at the Western World, and after a moment of silence, he said to Zhao Bingyan in a warm voice: "I'm afraid that I will have to go there myself in the end, and it will be before that demon appears." At this point, Li Yunqing smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said: "Maybe as an emperor, I am not qualified enough, and I don't have that ruthlessness." "Since ancient times, emperors have been ruthless, otherwise it will be difficult to achieve a great cause!
Zhao Bingyan straightened Li Yunqing's face, and his eyes were full of tenderness: "You are the most perfect emperor I have ever seen and heard, the most promising emperor!" Who can nearly double the territory at the age of twenty, and no one can match the prosperity of civil and martial arts? By the way, you are still the most handsome emperor of all time, there is no one! Zhao Bingyan tapped Li Yunqing's lips, and then said: "Yunqing, the emperor's ruthlessness has always been his own enemy, and those fellow martial artists are your people." β
The black-robed man was still sitting in his place, as if he were a fleshless statue, as if he had never moved from that seat. The middle-aged man reappeared in the main hall, still wearing the same earthy yellow robe, and he was wearing only one clothes in this city. He looked at the black-robed man, bowed down and said, "Lord, the Great Qian Emperor has just appeared in the desert with the image of a real dragon!" β
"Humph!" Hearing this, the black-robed man let out a cold snort: "Damn Dog Emperor, you are extremely naΓ―ve!" It's going to be a trick all day long! Perhaps he was really angry, stood up and walked back and forth on the steps, and scolded loudly: "If he inherits the merits of his ancestors and is lucky enough to be reincarnated in the House of the Scale King, he is nothing!" Nothing, you know?! β
Seeing that the black-robed man was angry, the yellow-robed subordinate couldn't help but take two steps back, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked, "What should we do next?" As soon as he said this, his body flew upside down and slammed into the gate.
I only heard the black-robed man scolding: "You idiot! What a daring! That dog emperor just made a phantom and scared you like this?! What to do? What do you do? All plans will be implemented as usual, and all those martial arts people who have entered the desert will be killed! The next moment, the black-robed Rao Phantom appeared at the gate from the throne, and his face was almost against the yellow-robed Rao: "You'd better take care of this matter for this seat, otherwise you'll bury your body in the desert!" β
When the yellow-robed man heard this, his whole body was cold, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed like pounding garlic, and said in a panic: "My subordinates obey orders, my subordinates will definitely handle this matter well, none of those martial arts people want to get out alive, please rest assured, please rest assured, please rest assured!" β
It was an early morning with a cold wind howling, and a clearing deliberately flowed out of the middle of the tents set up by the martial arts people. At this moment, all the martial arts people gathered in this clearing. The desireless monk stood in front of everyone and said loudly: "Fellow martial artists! In recent years, there have been many disasters in my martial arts, and now there are heinous demons who love to slaughter others! The Holy Son was quite worried about this matter, and specially ordered us to come and wait to eliminate the demons and defend the Dao, and restore peace in the world! Do you have the confidence to complete this errand? β
When everyone heard this, they were excited, and one by one they raised the swords in their hands and shouted: "Feng Zizhao, eliminate the demon and defend the way!" Feng Zi Zhao, eliminate the demon and defend the road! Feng Zi Zhao! Demon Killer Guardian ...... "This shout almost pierces the sky and shakes the four directions!"
The desireless monk was very satisfied with the performance of the people in the martial arts, and nodded and said, "Enter the desert!" As soon as the words fell, he walked quickly towards the desert, and the others naturally did not hesitate at all when they saw this scene, and quickly followed. Soon the crowd disappeared to the edge of the desert, leaving only thousands of tents and piles of coke.
The desireless monks would not have thought that there were bamboo pipes in those seemingly extremely inconspicuous places in the desert, and there were a pair of eyes staring at them under the bamboo pipes, and their every move into the desert could not escape these eyes. Watching the martial arts people gradually go deeper into the desert, the people hiding under the desert all showed a cold smile, and there was bloodlust in that smile.
After Wuxian and the others entered the desert for half a day, a strange scene began to appear. A miserable scream came out, and I saw a novice from the Lisheng Temple suddenly fall into the yellow sand, and a disciple beside Zheng Qi was quick and pulled the novice at the last moment. An even stranger thing happened, the bodies of the two novices sank rapidly, as if they had fallen into the river, and everyone watched the two novices being ruthlessly submerged in the yellow sand, but no one dared to come forward to rescue, because more people would die!
The prayer bead in the hand of the desireless monk turned rapidly, which showed the grief in his heart, but he said calmly: "Amitabha, who will go to hell if I don't go to hell?" Ladies and gentlemen, this desert is quite weird, you will show your light skills, so that you will not be swallowed up by the yellow sand! As he spoke, his clothes were free of wind, and his feet seemed to be next to the ground, but in fact, he was hanging in the air and moving forward quickly. The others sighed in their hearts when they saw this, and then performed light skills on the desert colonel
The disciples of Taiji Palace walked in the forefront under the leadership of Kitano Mingdao, and their feet were stepping on their own flying swords, and the flying swords were as fast as skateboards. Seeing this, the desireless monk couldn't help but admire: "Taiji Palace is worthy of the name of the sword immortal, and the swordsmanship has reached the point of being superb, and the great monk admires it!" β
Kitano Mingdao turned his head and smiled slightly: "The master praised it!" I'm waiting for these to be the last of the kind. On that day, I waited at the bottom of the mountain to greet my son, and I originally took a step down the mountain. Zi looked up at the peak, a giant dragon came out, flew away with Zi and all the nobles, and arrived at the gate of Taiji Palace in less than half a pillar of incense, betting that it was a miracle! β
The great monk of desirelessness was also surprised when he heard this, the martial arts in this world are very mysterious, and it is true that he can fly when he practices to a certain level, but it does not last very long, and most of them need to use utensils, such as swords, staffs, and so on. As Kitano Mingdao said, Li Yunqing can fly without the help of any utensils, which is probably not just martial arts.
Qin Xin is by Hua Yunong's side at the moment, and Kitano Mingdao is in front of the two girls. After hesitating for a moment, Qin Xin bit her lip and said, "Sister Hua, what does the Holy Son look like?" I heard that my son is only twenty years old, and Sister Hua has seen Long Yan? β
Hua Yunong looked around when he heard this, and whispered in Qin Xin's ear: "Today's Zi Gamble is like a crown of jade, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes seem to be the vast sea of stars, you can't hold it at a glance, you will completely fall into it." At this point, he paused and grinned, and then said: "Also, there is still a trace of childishness on that handsome face, which is very ...... Lovely! Hua Yunong's eyes were full of fascination, and the heart of the piano was lost for a while, and there was a strong curiosity.
But at this time, Kitano Mingdao said in a low voice: "Senior sister! Be careful! Zilongyan, how can we be judged?! β