The white Buddha robe, wearing the hat of immeasurable merit, and a yin and evil face with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, looks extremely contradictory, as if Buddhism and evil are intertwined.

Now, hearing what Montenegro said, evil intentions directly prevailed, and he didn't recite any Amitabha, and said coldly: "The deity has laid out the world for a hundred years, and now the achievement of the Heavenly Dragon Law is imminent, not to mention stepping on the fairy road, even if the Buddha is in person, don't want to stop my chance!" ”

"Pudu Ci Hangdao friends are not in a hurry, the emperor is immoral, and the courtiers are sucked by you to empty a void shell, and this human luck is even more so."

Secretly raised his hand, and the Black Mountain clone no longer despised the posture of the tree demon grandmother, and complimented:

"Now, a body of cultivation can be called invincible in the yang world, dealing with a Taoist who is like duckweed, it can be said that he can be captured, and then I will send troops to help, the sky is still that day, and it can't be turned over at all."

When Pudu Cihang heard this, he immediately sneered, stretched out his slender tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, and said sharply: "What does the Black Mountain Daoist want." ”

"This guy's soul, all the Dao soldiers under his command, and an extreme yin ghost girl."

"What's the good of the poor monk?"

"A body of flesh and blood essence, many magic weapons, haha, I almost forgot to tell my fellow Daoist that this person has a glaive knife in his hand and has a green dragon soul."

Dragon?

The demon monk really came to the spirit, but he was still not satisfied, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's not enough, it is difficult for the Daoist body of the Black Mountain to get out of the underworld, and the other party is so tricky, in the end, it is the poor monk who contributes the most." ”

"This battle is inevitable, now that this person has arrived in Jinhua Mansion, it won't be long before he arrives at Yingtianfu, hehe, it will definitely disturb your good things."

"I want a relic left by the Jizo King Bodhisattva!"

There is no refusal in the words.

Monsters are like this.,There's not much patience between the same kind of people to play the edge.,Directly explain what you want.,To a certain extent.,It's also a pleasure and straightforward.。

"Okay, then I won't send troops to help, sir, and I'll wait for the good news of Daoyou."

"Amitabha."

The land of the Supreme Court of Humanity, such a miasma, can be regarded as a great wonder of the heavens and all worlds.

To tell the truth, no matter how profound the demons are, they don't dare to be so arrogant in the world of the Immortal Buddha-

Think about what the two are planning, one manipulates the monarch, wantonly absorbs the luck of Huaxia and vainly tries to turn into a dragon, thereby reversing humanity, reversing black and white, and achieving a demon country!

The other occupies the city of vain death, wantonly interfering with the six realms of reincarnation, and I don't know how many people's souls are scattered, intending to infect other Yama halls.

If the Immortal Buddha had not disappeared, these two guys would inevitably be liquidated, let alone dead, or they would be sent to the Infernal Hell, and they would not be able to live forever, which would be regarded as the mercy of the Jade Emperor.

"Daoist friends, let's go, I will then set off to the south, and now there is only one Fu Tianqiu left, which can be regarded as devouring the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty. In the meantime, if you get the flesh and blood of the Son of Heaven, you can establish the supreme demon kingdom, monopolize the great luck of the world, and achieve the Wanhua Golden Dragon. ”

As he spoke, his gloomy eyes turned to the black mountain, and he said: "Time is pressing, so I won't give it away, don't forget the relics of the king of Jizo." ”

As soon as the words fell, the old demon of Montenegro did not entangle, and turned into a yin wind between his waves, tearing the space and directly into the underworld, only the remaining voice echoed:

"Farewell, fellow Daoists are careful."

Pudu Cihang, who sat back on the futon, did not respond, as if his heart was disturbed by a foreign object, and he recited strange scriptures in his mouth.

Between the thoughts, an unusually strong, disgusting smell of blood rushed into the sky.

However, the emperor turned a deaf ear, because he gradually got used to this taste, and the fragrance of the harem concubines was just more able to add to the fun.

……

Nanzhili, Ying Tianfu.

Creak.

Creak.

The official road was dusty, and several carriages were moving forward in an orderly manner, but it was an escort team of more than ten people.

It's just autumn, and the weather is very strange, and it hasn't rained for a long time, so it's easy to get a dry mouth.

"Master Fu, Zuo Jiewufu, can't interfere in the affairs of the court, but after entering Beijing, the emperor and the national teacher will definitely give you justice."

"Come, drink water."

As he spoke, a bag was handed over.

Fu Tianqiu, who was dismantled in a cloak, did not answer, he bit his mouth and poured cold water into his mouth, he knew that this act was auspicious, but he was powerless to return to the sky, so he simply stopped talking.

No one knows why the imperial court's decree arrived at Yingtianfu so quickly, but the holy decree cannot be faked, and the seal on it has been checked by Zuo Qianhu several times, and it has indeed passed through the hand of the saint.

In this way, he escorted the criminal Fu Tianqiu into Beijing.

In front of the carriage and the prisoner's cart, eight horseback guards, and four horsemen scattered to investigate, if you observe carefully, you will find that in such a dry weather, against the noon sun, everyone is not sweating, it is obvious that the practitioner is a family.

"Phew!"

Suddenly, a big man at the front who was in charge of the reconnaissance reined in his horse's head, raised his right arm high, and signaled the team to stop.

Then he turned over and dismounted, drew the long knife at his waist, and carefully cleared a bush of grass, and the two horsemen who followed him looked extremely vigilant, silently guarding him or so.

"My lord, there are traps......

The sound stopped abruptly.

The sound of breaking wind is endless.

Dozens of arrows missed, and when they were caught off guard, the three cavalrymen who were in charge of exploring the way suddenly fell from their horses, and then struggled a few times, and then disappeared.

Zuo Qianhu, who was originally feeding Fu Tianqiu water, let out a cold snort, and immediately flew up, waving the long knife in his hand, blocking all the arrows.

Then, the eyes as sharp as a falcon looked straight ahead of the official road.

I don't know when, a swordsman appeared there, this person didn't seem to be afraid of the king's law, he didn't cover his face at all, but reported to himself:

"Xiahou."

"Entrusted by a lot of money, I came to rescue the Shangshu Fu Tianqiu of the Ministry of War."

Hearing this, a group of officers and soldiers looked at each other, and someone looked at Zuo Qianhu and reminded:

"Be careful, my lord, the rebels and thieves invited the Xiahou swordsman, who is known as the second in the world."

The miscellaneous fish is very self-aware and knows that he is not his opponent, so he quickly sets his position right, and thinks it is better to secretly watch out for other remnants.

Zuo Qianhu looked contemptuous, he had heard of the reputation of Xiahou swordsman, and it was rumored in the rivers and lakes that his martial arts were so high that no one could match him except for Yan Chixia, the chief catcher of the eighteen provinces.

However, he is a thousand households in the government, and he is not interested in mixing with those three religions and nine streams, and there is a feeling in his heart that the hero will not come out, so that the vertical son will become famous.

And Xiahou was already in a bad mood, and finally found Yan Chixia, but he lost to him in a battle, and he lost the first place.

Now that he was pointed out about it, he met the contemptuous gaze again, and the anger came up all of a sudden.

The sword aura is overflowing, and the sword light is cold.

Bang Bang Bang!

Jin Ming's voice resounded through the clouds, and it was two martial arts masters who were fighting.

One person holds two knives in his hand, and there are several handles on his back, and the knife is particularly powerful, and it is Zuo Qianhu who is the key to attack.

The other person was wearing a black and green robe, and the sword light was extremely agile, and in order to change his fate, he did not die in the Xiahou swordsman on the periphery of Lanruo Temple due to his urgency.

In the blink of an eye, the mountain and rocks were shattered, and the two had already fought ten times apart, and it seemed that they were fighting back and forth, but in fact, Zuo Qianhu had gradually gained the upper hand.