An arrow hit Ning Que's shoulder heavily, and the sharp arrow tore through his clothes, failing to penetrate deep into his muscles, leaving only a very shallow small wound, but Sang Sang's body, who was holding a black umbrella behind him, shook slightly.

Countless arrows fell like a torrential rain, and the big black umbrella behind them was like a small black boat in the ocean, constantly trembling, as if it would be overturned at any time and sink to the bottom of the sea.

Leaving the White Pagoda Temple does not mean that you can leave Chaoyang City, the army transferred from the counties of the Yuelun Kingdom has already controlled the entire capital just a moment ago, and there are archers everywhere between the streets and alleys.

Ning Que's body was very strong, and in the continuous arrow attacks, he still suffered some minor injuries, and the big black umbrella covered most of the feather arrows for Sangsang, but the holes on the umbrella surface were extremely dangerous.

In order to avoid the dense ranks of archers, he did not choose to raid on the long street, but began to circle in the streets and alleys, black crows flew overhead, making an ugly quacking sound, but the truly brave and fearless residents of Chaoyang City were still in the White Pagoda Temple at this time, so not many people dared to stop him.

The detour would take some time, and there was still a long way to go before the city gates, and to his uneasiness and nervousness, he finally heard the thunderous sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

The heavy cavalry of the Moon Wheel Country has finally arrived.

The heavy cavalry is the most powerful means for the human kingdom to deal with cultivators, although the heavy cavalry of the Yuelun Kingdom is much weaker than the Xuanjia heavy cavalry of the Tang Dynasty and the apologetic cavalry of the Xiling Temple, as long as there are enough of them, they can still pile Ning Que and Sang Sang alive.

At this moment, a carriage with the insignia of the temple was born. appeared at the entrance of the alley in front of the two.

Ning Que's footsteps paused slightly.

The curtain was lifted, revealing an old face and a red robe.

Looking at the old priest in the carriage, Sang Sang subconsciously clenched his fists. She had a piece of red cloth in her hand, but she didn't know which of the two red-clad priests had blown himself up earlier.

Ning Que quickened his pace and rushed into the carriage.

The carriage started slowly, then gradually accelerated, and rushed out of the alley.

The old red-clothed priest asked, "In what direction?"

Ning Que responded: "North." ”

Previously in the White Pagoda Temple. The two Xiling red-clothed priests used their magic to blow themselves up and open the way for him and Sangsang, so that he had a chance to avoid the Seven Masters. Successfully escaped into Chaoyang City.

Daomen Divine Technique is the method of benevolence, which is regarded as the greatest gift that Haotian has given to believers, in the Xiling canon. It is said that after the death of those who do so, they will never be able to enter the Haotian Divine Kingdom, and their souls can only wander alone in the underworld for eternity.

For ordinary Haotian believers, not being able to enter the Haotian Divine Kingdom is an unacceptable and cruel punishment, not to mention that those two red-clothed priests can practice divine arts, and their belief in Haotian must be extremely firm. So what is the reason why those two red-clothed priests can save themselves at the expense of sinking into the underworld?

Sang Sang was vaguely aware of it, but Ning Que didn't have time to think, and he was always very confused. It wasn't until he saw the old priest in the carriage that he understood why.

He and Sang Sang had both seen this old priest, in the Dao Hall of the Qi Kingdom.

This old priest's surname is Chen Mingcun, and he is the red-clothed priest of the Xiling Temple stationed in the Qi State, and his status in the Qi State is extremely respected, and the most important thing is that. This priest is a member of the Temple of Light.

Sang Sang leaned on Ning Que's shoulder, his eyelashes blinked slightly, and said sadly: "Why do you have to do this?"

Chen Cun said with a humble expression: "This is our own choice, even if we can't enter the Haotian Divine Kingdom, we won't feel any regrets, Lord Shenzuo, you don't have to be sad because of this." ”

Ning Que was driving at this time, but he heard this sentence very clearly, and sensitively noticed that the old priest did not call Sang Sang the daughter of light like he did in the Qi Kingdom, but directly called her Lord Shenzuo, and was even more sure that his guess was not wrong, and asked: "Those two priests are ......?"

Chen Cun's face was slightly revealed, and he said indifferently: "Huayin is a court official of the Song Kingdom, and Song Xixi has been in the Great River Country, if they are nostalgic for the glory of the world, they will not come to the moon wheel with me." ”

The status of the red-clothed priest in the Daomen is very high, and the peach mountain of the Xiling Temple is still ordinary, but as long as the red-clothed priest who is stationed in the human kingdom is often like Chen Cun in the Qi country, he has the dignity and power of an almost emperor, Ning Que became even more silent when he heard the origin of the two red-clothed priests.

The carriage of the Xiling Temple was running wildly in Chaoyang City, and the black crow flew again at some point, circling and flying on the carriage, Ning Que was very familiar with the streets and alleys of Chaoyang City, and it may be because of the temple emblem on the carriage, which made the cavalry of the Yuelun Kingdom fearful, and they actually broke through several interception lines without danger.

The dense sound of horses' hooves in Chaoyang City sounded again, the sound of bamboo flutes was loud, and the cavalry of the Yuelun Kingdom finally woke up and began to pursue the carriage, and the ascetics of the Buddhist sect also began to gather in the direction of the black crow.

Ning Que turned his head to look at the white pagoda in the distance in the direction of his right, thinking that the senior brother was still there, and he didn't know the final result of the battle with the first sermon, he was very worried.

At this time, he suddenly saw that the pants on Sangsang's calf were torn at some point, and there was an extremely deep wound there, which should have been when he was attacked by the archers before, the big black umbrella was not completely covered, and a piece of flesh was torn away by the arrows, which should have been extremely painful, but she never made any sound.

It was close to the north city gate, just to avoid the archers and cavalry, the carriage made a detour in the city, and the ascetic monks of the Buddha Sect had already reached that place in advance, and Ning Que even sensed the breath of the Seven Masters.

Chen Cun looked in the direction of the North City Gate, the wrinkles on his face became more and more profound, but his eyes were extremely calm, it was a real calm that didn't even care about death, and this calm seemed extremely resolute.

He looked at Sangsang, at the wound on her leg.

I don't know if it's because of the recent bleeding too much, there is no blood on the arrow wound on Sangsang's calf, but at the edge, you can still faintly see some blood, and the blood is black.

Chen Cun said in a hoarse voice: "Lord Shenza, please sue me, we have done nothing wrong. ”

Sang Sang looked at this loyal elderly subordinate, his heart was slightly sour, and he was ready to tell the truth.

Ning Que waved the horsewhip and slapped it hard in front of the car, and the whip sounded loudly.

This whip seemed to be whipped on Sangsang's heart.

Sang Sang clutched the shredded red cloth in his palm tightly, his nails seemed to be piercing into the flesh, and after a moment of silence, he looked at the wrinkles on Chen Cun's face and said calmly: "Guangming will never make mistakes. ”

Hearing her answer, the deep wrinkles on Chen Cun's face unfolded, and the whole person seemed to be dozens of years younger in an instant, full of fresh breath of life, kneeling in front of her, and kissing her instep reverently.

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Outside the north city gate, there were no idle people and so on, only dozens of Buddhist ascetic monks.

Master Seven Pieces stood in front of these ascetic monks, his pale face was very calm, the wounds on his body were still bleeding, and the two red-clothed priests blew themselves up with divine magic, which brought him a lot of damage, especially the divine radiant remnants in the wounds, which were like light crumbs, but instead of healing, they continued to cut his flesh.

It stands to reason that he and these Buddhist ascetic monks should have a better chance of intercepting Ning Que in the city, but he chose to use the outside of the city as the battlefield, because in the Baita Temple before, in the face of that little boy, Ning Que did not pull out the Pu knife in the sheath after all, so as a Buddhist monk, why can't he not hurt the innocent?

A carriage rushed out of Chaoyang City's seemingly fictitious gate, carrying a cloud of smoke and dust.

Master Qimei silently pronounced a Buddha horn, slowly raised his right hand, and pointed his index finger and thumb at the horse's speed, and actually cast a complete Buddhist mantra mudra with a mutilated hand.

The carriage did not stop, but instantly smashed through the powerful Dharma aura and continued to crash towards the Seven Masters and dozens of ascetics—the reason for this was because the carriage suddenly burst into flames.

It's not an ordinary burning, it's burning with Haotian Shenhui. Those Haotian Shenhui, who could purify the world, gushed out from the curtain of the carriage and instantly broke the shroud of the mantra mudra.

The Seven Masters suddenly froze.

After the two red-clothed priests in the White Pagoda Temple blew themselves up with their divine skills, he knew that there were people in the Xiling Temple who did not want the daughter of the Hades King to die, so he was extremely vigilant.

But he still didn't expect that there would be another divine official who was willing to fall into the underworld, and looking at the Haotian Divine Radiance gushing out of the carriage, that red-clothed divine officer was even more powerful!

The roaring carriage continued onwards.

Master Qimei hurriedly ordered the monks to retreat, and his mood became heavier.

What happened to the Xiling Temple? What happened to the Haotian Dao Gate? The red-clothed priests who can practice divine arts in the entire Dao Gate are no more than ten people at most, and there are actually three of them in Chaoyang City today, and these three red-clothed priests actually betrayed the Xiling Temple to help the daughter of the Hades escape!

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Blazing and bright clusters of light appeared in the fields outside Chaoyang City.

The burning carriage shattered in an instant, then turned into nothingness, and was replaced by countless powerful divine radiances, which scattered in all directions in layers, and the wind blew fiercely, and the stones and gravel rolled!

Dozens of Buddhist cultivators were shocked and flew away, and the seven masters bore the brunt of the blow, and then they were seriously injured!

When the red-clothed priest Chen Cun began to burn his last life, Ning Que had already carried Sang Sang on his back, jumped out of the carriage from behind, and then sprinted forward under the cover of the light flame.

The flaming carriage is the most fearless charger and the most powerful trail runner.

The light cluster that the old priest exchanged for his life shook the fields outside the city, and among the violent winds and gravel, Ning Que carried Sangsang on his back and swept through the midst of those Buddhist powerhouses who were knocked down.

Sangsang buried his head behind his shoulder, didn't look at the embers of divine brilliance falling everywhere in the field, and clenched his fists.

Ning Que ran, looking at Daqing Mountain not far to the north, and whistled.

The whistle is not loud or sharp, and it seems to be blown randomly.

The black crow flying in the sky heard it very clearly, and responded with a rattling sound.

In the distance, in the green mountains, there was a terrible neighing of horses.

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(Suddenly, I started to write, and I still had a meal, so I went to eat at this time, and I tried to come out before three o'clock in the third chapter.) (Your support on this site is my biggest motivation.) )