"Ten days later, outside the city, Luoshui, Yunting Xiaozhu, three or five grandmasters gathered, tea and wine, Mr. Pan came."

There are only a few words on the letterhead, and this invitation is indeed a little light.

In Zhang Li's opinion, Huang Xianyu's tea and thin wine far surpassed those luxurious banquets in the mundane world.

Maybe that's how the strong get along with each other.

Boiling tea and drinking alcohol requires the right people.

The gathering of the Great Grandmaster Realm, you can go and see it.

He put away the letterhead, turned his head, and looked at Yu Mengmeng and Qingyue, who were calm and quietly standing in the small courtyard.

Don't say it, Yu Mengmeng, this little girl, cooks good tea.

……

The north of Luojing, the imperial capital of Zhao, is three hundred miles away.

Raven Mountain.

Even if the imperial capital is prosperous, it can't radiate the barren mountain cliffs three hundred miles away.

The peace of the Great Zhao Kingdom will not affect the turmoil in this wilderness.

Anyone who has walked the Northwest Trade Road all the year round knows that there are resident mountain bandits on Raven Mountain, and if they are alone, they may be intercepted.

At this time, on the top of Raven Mountain, in front of the large wooden village, a young monk wearing a moonlight monk's robe, clasped his hands together, and walked forward slowly.

His face was calm, his eyebrows were lowered, his steps were soothing.

It's as if it's a devout prostration.

"Hey, there's a monk?" In front of the cottage, a bearded man with a long knife and a leather robe muttered and dragged the knife to meet him.

"Monk with fine skin and tender meat, is this the wrong way?" Another Thirty-Year warrior with a steel fork in his hand grinned, revealing his sparse yellow teeth.

These words made the eyes of the big man who dragged the knife light up.

"Grandma's, I haven't tasted good meat in a few days." Dahan's knife was raised slightly, and his steps were a little faster.

"Monk, this is not the place for him to turn into a fate." The thirty-year-old warrior let out a low shout, and the long fork in his hand was pressed towards the chest of the white-clothed monk.

The long fork "bang" hit the monk's chest, but it seemed to hit the defeated revolution.

The thirty-year-old warrior was slightly stunned, the big man holding the long knife had already taken a wrong step, standing two steps away from the monk's side, the long knife was raised, and it was slashed down.

"When—"

The long knife slashed at the back of the monk's neck.

The neck that should have been broken with a single knife not only did not hurt in the slightest, but instead shattered the long steel knife, and the broken blade flew up to the height.

The sword-wielding man's palms trembled, and his gaze fell on the monk's neck.

A blue-black scale armor covered it, and on it, a faint white mark slowly disappeared.

"Demon, demon ......"

His voice just started, and he felt a pain between his chest and abdomen, and the strength of his whole body seemed to be drained all at once.

Looking down slowly, he saw a black-scaled claw pull back from his chest and clench a beating heart.

"Smack."

The heart was pinched and exploded, blood was splashed everywhere, and the young monk's face and the moon-white monk's robe were full of blood.

The big man's body weakened, and he fell to the ground, and his breath was cut off.

"You, you're not human......"

The thirty-year-old warrior with the fork turned pale, and the fork in his hand went forward desperately.

The monk with his palms turned into scales and claws slowly turned his head, and his eyes were red.

"You mean, poor monk, it's a demon?"

As soon as the words fell, he smashed the long fork with one claw, and his body moved, rushing in front of the thirty-year-old warrior, his scale and claw pressing on his forehead.

"Bang-"

The skull was shattered directly.

Red and white splashes.

The bloody qi escaped, and the monk took a deep breath, and there were black demon patterns on his face.

"When—"

"When—"

The bronze bell hanging at the gate of the wooden village was ringed deadly, and the panicked mountain bandits rushed out with messy weapons in their hands, and then fled in a panic.

"Demon—"

"That's a demon—"

The monk clasped his paws together in front of his chest and whispered in his mouth.

"Poor monk, is it a demon?"

His figure turned into a phantom and rushed into the cottage.

The rich blood qi wafted in the cottage.

Screams and wails rang out.

More than half an hour later, at the gate of the cottage, stepping on the flowing warm blood, the blood-soaked monk walked out slowly.

Standing at the door of the cottage, he paused.

In front of him, there stood a skinny monk with long eyebrows and white beard wearing a wide monk's robe.

The monk's face was full of yellow-brown old age spots, his eyes were also cloudy, and his body was rickety.

A string of pale golden Buddha beads was held in the hands of the old monk.

"Presiding abbot."

The monk whispered.

The abbot of the Hanging Temple is empty, the innate great master realm, suppresses the thirteen grandmasters of the Demon Dao, and crosses into the protector of the Vajra.

Among the great masters of the world, there are few ascetics.

"Yes, you've let me down."

Kong Wen looked at the monk with a calm face and cold words.

"Among the three walking disciples, I was the most optimistic about you."

"I didn't expect that your heart is so bad that you can't resist even the demonic spirit."

As the monk spoke, there was a trace of golden light in his eyes.

The monk's shoulders trembled, and on his palms, pieces of scale armor appeared.

"Roar—"

With a roar, his body revealed layers of scale armor, and his face turned hideous.

The eyes are blood-colored, and the head is demonic.

"Valued?"

"When did anyone in the Hanging Temple value me?"

The monk let out a hoarse roar, his eyes fixed on the empty smell.

His body pressed down slightly, and his arms were outstretched.

The palm of his hand turned into a claw and rushed forward.

"Whew-"

The phantom scale claws were blocked by a string of Buddhist beads.

The thin palms and golden Buddha beads are extremely asymmetrical under the sharp and heavy scale claws.

But it was such a thin palm, holding the gold bead, against the scaly claws of Ran.

"Clearly, you've turned into a demon." The voice of the empty monk sounded.

"Demons?" Knowing this, his sharp fangs still carrying uneaten blood, "It's not just right, you like to subdue demons and eliminate demons the most." ”

"You're going to get rid of me!"

"Here you go!"

Roaring loudly, the monk's body turned into a blood-colored phantom, and he circled around Kongwen's body, slapping it down one by one.

Kongwen held the golden Buddha bead in his palm, and his movements were gentle, but he could block the scale claw every time.

"I am a Buddha with compassion, and I should use great perseverance to conquer the world."

"Now that you have turned into a demon, then I can only subdue demons and eliminate demons."

The monk whispered in his mouth, raised his palms, and held the Buddha beads.

"Hum—"

The golden Buddha beads vibrate, and the golden light glows on them.

The golden light shook the monk away, and then turned into chains, locking his body.

"Where is the Dharma Protector Vajra!" The empty monk snorted.

Thirteen bald-headed monks wearing pale golden half-armor and holding long and short weapons in their hands flew towards them.

The sword with the golden light slashed towards the monk Ran.

At that time, the presiding officer of the Hanging Temple once entered the realm of the Innate Great Grandmaster, suppressed the thirteen Demon Dao Grandmasters, and turned into the Dharma Protector Vajra.

At this time, it was the thirteen Grandmaster Realm Dharma Protector Vajra who made a move.

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

Unless it is a great grandmaster, it will never be the opponent of the thirteen grandmaster realm protector vajra.

It is clear that the monk has not yet stepped into the realm of the great master.

His body was smashed to the ground, blood gushing from his head and face, and he struggled to get up.

Kong Wen stepped out, raised his palm, and pressed it against the top of Monk Ran's head.

He whispered in his mouth, and a faint black halo in his palm poured into his body.

The blood in the monk's eyes slowly receded, his face turned pale, and the demon patterns on his body also dissipated.

He raised his gaze and looked at the empty smell in front of him.

"Abbot, do you want to transform me into King Kong?"

Kongwen didn't answer, but the black aura in the palm of his hand was deeper.

"Okay, good, it's not bad to kill many innocent people, shame the Hanging Temple, and incarnate as King Kong to atone for your sins." Ran slowly closed his eyes, and let the gray and black aura envelop his whole body.

Half an hour later, the monk stood up, looking blank and no different from other King Kongs.

There was depth in the eyes of the empty monk, and he turned to look at the fourteen figures standing beside him.

"I've added another Dharma Protector King Kong to the Hanging Temple, I know."

With his hands folded, he smiled.

"Huang Xianyu's Great Grandmaster Gathering, Dongfang Mirror is here, right?"

"The reputation of my Hanging Temple cannot be tarnished."

"Let the poor monk see if the Oriental Mirror, which is known as the invincible seven-step Mirror, can break through the Fourteen Vajra Demon Formation of my Hanging Temple."

……

Daimyo's mansion, official road outside the city.

More than 100 war cavalry escorts, two prisoner carriages, and one carriage.

In the carriage, Zhu Yunshan, who was sitting cross-legged, was so illusory and faint that it was about to dissipate.

Across from him, Liu Yue, dressed in red armor, clenched his fists, his figure swaying as the frame moved forward.

Among the prisoners, there is Xie Bi, the king of Yongzhou, and Tao Yun, a strong immortal road in Yongzhou, who carries a swordsman.

"Master, my Shen family has already followed."

"They're going to save us."

Behind Tao Yun's prisoner car, the young man with his hands in iron chains whispered.

Hearing his words, Tao Yun, who had closed his eyes, opened his eyes.

"Shen Yuan, I don't need someone to save me."

"Some things, wrong are wrong."

Tao Yun looked at Xie Bi, who was sitting in the other prisoner car.

Xie Bi seemed to be aware of it, and also looked up at him.

"You, me, and him have become some people's knives."

"The blood of the killing is like a river, and the harm is all ordinary ants and people."

The young man named Shen Yuan gritted his teeth and did not speak.

He carried a sword from the Daimyo's Mansion to Yongzhou, originally to seek justice for the people of Yongzhou.

He became acquainted with Tao Yun, a swordsman who cultivated the back of the Immortal Dao Sword Cultivator, and worshipped under his seat, and he practiced the Immortal Dao Swordsmanship.

He thought that he could fight for the rights and wrongs of those people with the sword in his hand.

He thought that no one in the world could be the opponent of his master.

But when he was really involved in the chaotic war, he really plundered with the army, and he found that everything was not at all as he thought.

He, his master, and the people who died were nothing more than tools for some people to compete for profit.

Those families who are hidden in the back use their blood in exchange for enough benefits.

Yongzhou is in chaos, and the southeast is richer.

Because the roads were cut off, there was no need to transport materials, grain and grass to Luojing, no taxes to be levied, and no need to support the court.

But those people still can't live.

With a sword in his hand, he killed in vain.

The robe around him died in vain.

"Master, it's my fault, you are a person in the Immortal Dao, you shouldn't be involved."

"I'll go to Luojing, and if they want to cut off my head, they will cut me off."

Shen Yuan gritted his teeth and whispered.

Tao Yun shook his head and didn't speak, his eyes showed a hint of light, looking at the avenue ahead.

On the avenue, a team of chariots and horses galloped in.

It looks like it's a caravan.

"Protection—"

The commander of the war cavalry escorting the prisoner cart shouted, and the scattered war horses instantly gathered into a battle formation, protecting the carriage and the prisoner cart.

The caravan in front was frightened by the battle formation, and hurriedly gave way to the avenue and shrank to the side near Tiankan.

Fortunately, there was no ice water in the field at this time, and there were no rice and wheat seedlings, but people were standing in the mud, quite embarrassed.

The caravan moved out of the way, and the iron cavalry battle formation slowly moved forward.

It wasn't until they passed by the caravan and walked out of the hundred zhang that they dispersed in a tight formation.

Xie Bi, who was leaning on the prisoner car, spread out his hand, and there was a note in his palm.

A blank look flashed across his face, and he crumpled the note in his palm and turned it into pieces.

The convoy traveled ten miles to the curved mountain road.

"Bang-"

A bucket-sized rock of hundreds of pounds rolled down the hillside.

Along with this stone, dozens of round rocks flew in.

If such mountains and rocks roll down, even the realm of Yijin can't bear it.

Even if it is a feeling of qi, resisting it head-on will damage the muscles and bones.

"Get out of the way!"

The warlord standing on the side of the prisoner cart let out a low shout, unsheathed the long knife in his hand, and flew towards the rocks.

In the carriage in front, Liu Yue, who was originally sitting upright, moved, half-knelt up, and pressed the handle of the knife on his waist.

"Don't go out, there are a lot of masters." Zhu Yunshan's voice sounded.

Liu Yue raised her head slightly and looked at Zhu Yunshan.

Outside the carriage there was the sound of weapons clashing.

On the mountain road, more than 100 war horses were blocked in two by the rocks, and there was no power to rush and kill in formation, breaking the enemy like a bamboo.

On the hillside, hundreds of figures rushed down.

Some of these people are fast, running like flying, and they are obviously feeling the state of qi.

Some of them have steady steps and strong steps, at least in the realm of easy tendons.

"King Yongzhou, we're here to save you from leaving." Someone shouted, like a flying ape, flashing between the mountains and rocks, and rushed towards the prisoner cart.

The swords of the soldiers around the prisoner car were gathered, but they were slapped by this figure casually and directly knocked away.

"Leave?" Xie Bi, who was in the prisoner car, looked indifferent and said, "Where are you going?" ”

"Xuzhou Mansion?"

The figure that flew in front of the prisoner car paused, and laughed: "The king of Yongzhou is really good." ”

"The army of Xuzhou is gathered, and the supplies of Chu are piled up, just waiting for the king of Yongzhou to raise his arms."

Hearing his words, Xie Bi in the prisoner car shook his head.

"Let's go, Yongzhou, my blood is already cold."

"Xuzhou, it has nothing to do with me."

Xie Bi's words made the black-bearded old man outside the prisoner car's face sink.

He snorted coldly and said in a low voice: "If the king of Yongzhou doesn't go to Xuzhou, I'm afraid he can't help you." ”

As the words fell, he raised his hand and slapped it towards the frame.

It was only when he raised his hand, and suddenly his body moved, and he stepped back.

A thin young man with a long sword and thin armor stood beside the prisoner cart with a sword.

"The people of Excalibur Villa?" The old man's face was ugly, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

He looked up and saw smoke rolling on the avenue in the distance.

In just a moment, a team of two hundred warriors arrived covered in blood.

"The assassins in the rear have all been resolved." Zhao Ji, who was wearing black armor, held a sword in his hand, pulled the reins, and pointed his long sword forward.

"Those who leave the chaos and plot against them should be punished."

Behind him, several figures flew out, and the long sword was shining with a cold light.

Each of them is at least a condensing realm!

"Disciple of Divine Sword Villa!"

"You, you are Zhao Ji, the son of King Yu!"

The black-bearded old man shouted and retreated.

"When—"

"When—"

The disciples of the Divine Sword Villa formed a sword formation and surrounded the old man, and the sword light shuttled, making it impossible for him to escape at all.

"Let's get caught." Zhao Ji rode to the front of the prisoner cart and nodded lightly to the young man in front of the prisoner cart.

The boy blushed and turned away.

"Hehe, Shizi, do you know that the prince is derogatory, King Yu is retiring, and all of you are paving the way for King Wu."

"Are you willing?"

Suppressed by the sword light, the black-bearded old man who was infiltrated by several scars and blood stains on his body roared towards Zhao Ji.

"Willingly." Zhao Ji's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Riding horses and rivers and lakes, accompanied by beautiful women, is it not more comfortable than the emperor's seat?" ”

His voice was not loud, and the ears of the sword-wielding boy not far from him were red.

On the ruby earlobe, there are shallow ear piercings.

"Boom-"

At the corner of the mountain road ahead, there was a roar.

Zhao Ji's face changed, and he rode his horse and rushed over.

Tao Yun, who was in the prisoner car, turned pale and suddenly got up.

"Boom-"

The prisoner cart exploded, and he raised his hand to attract a wooden branch, flew up, rushed around the corner, and then the wooden branch stabbed out.

(End of chapter)