Rumble!

The air exploded, and the surging air waves rolled and shocked people's hearts.

The middle-aged monk's fist was fierce and uncast, like a storm.

Boom, the city lord of Murong held a long sword in his hand to meet the attack, the sword shadow was dazzling, and the sword wind was extremely fierce.

Both sides are Yuan Infant cultivators, and it is difficult to give up the fight.

"Donor, the poor monk advises you not to make mistakes, as long as you gather eight hundred boys and girls, you can keep the city safe for several years, and your position as the lord of the city can also be secured, otherwise, the poor monk will not be able to pay the difference, and the mountain lord will be furious and condemn you to the good country!"

The middle-aged monk said in a cold voice: "Think about the fate of the city lords in front of you!" The people are like ants, so why do you care if they live or die? ”

The city lord of Murong reprimanded: "Fallacy and heresy! If I were afraid of your Hanging Mountain, would I still come to serve as the lord of this city? You are a Buddhist, but you have fallen to this point, you are not even as good as a pig and a dog! ”

"If you are obsessed, the poor monk will be a superordinate benefactor!" The middle-aged monk had blue tendons protruding on his forehead, his face distorted, and he gritted his teeth.

The fist was wrapped in a golden ball of light, and it was blatantly punched out like a swimming dragon, and the fist prints crisscrossed and overwhelmed the mountains and seas.

"Biyou Swordsmanship!" Murong City Lord's wrist flipped, the sword shadows were layered, and the sword intent turned into a continuous stream of water, overcoming rigidity with softness.

The two fought fiercely.

"City Lord, I'm here to help you!"

A thunderous shout rang out.

There was a burly man wearing black armor, and he rushed towards him with a copper hammer in each hand, and his face was full of murder.

"Commander Yang, you've come just in time!" The city lord of Murong said excitedly.

The person who came was the commander of the Praetorian Guard of the City Lord's Mansion, although the other party's cultivation was slightly inferior to him, but it could play a vital role at this juncture.

After Commander Yang joined, the tide of battle immediately reversed, and the middle-aged monk was suppressed to death.

"Demon monk, don't be caught yet!" The city lord of Murong shouted.

"Master Yang, how long do you want to hide?" The middle-aged monk's face was unflustered, and his tone was meaningful.

Commander Yang's eyes burst out with a cloud of essence, and he saw the right time to smash towards Murong City Lord's back.

Boom!

The city lord of Murong flew upside down and crashed into many houses, falling heavily in the ruins, and the dust around him was everywhere.

His face was painful, and he stood with difficulty with his sword, spitting blood from his mouth, mixed with the shattering of his internal organs.

"The surname is Yang, you ......"

The city lord of Murong gritted his teeth and glared angrily at this man who was usually heroic and hearty, and he felt a kind of anger of betrayal in his heart.

Swish~

Two figures fell in front of him.

"Amitabha, Lord Murong looks surprised." The middle-aged monk folded his hands and mocked.

"Murong Hai, you are dying by yourself, and you have to go against the high monks of the Hanging Mountain!" Commander Yang tore off his disguise and sneered.

"You secretly colluded with the Hanging Mountain to kill the lord of a city, if the court investigates it, you can't escape the involvement!" The city lord of Murong said angrily.

"Hahaha, you are really naïve, Leshan Country has long been infiltrated by the forces of the Hanging Mountain, and even the lord of the country has to turn a blind eye, just a tenacious guy like you, you have to do the way for the sky, and spoil the good deeds of the mountain lord of the Hanging Mountain, if the mountain lord blames it, how much disaster will it cause to the Leshan country?!"

Commander Yang sneered: "To tell you the truth, the previous city lords were all killed by me and the Hanging Mountain because of stubbornness, but until now, no one in the imperial court has found out about me, guess why?" ”

Hear the words.

The city lord of Murong pondered and was extremely frightened.

It turned out that it was all negotiated, and he was just a victim.

"Lord Murong, the poor monk has already warned you, but you just insist on going against the Hanging Mountain, and you speak ill of the poor monk, and even slander the mountain master, just by virtue of this, you are not unjust!"

"Murong Hai, kill yourself, this is the only decent way for you to die! I hope that the next city lord can have a longer memory! ”

At this time, Murong City Lord's heart was like ashes, and his right hand trembled and raised the long sword, which was across his neck, and blood was dripping along the blade.

Just as he was about to kill himself, there was a sudden thunderous rumble from the sky.

In an instant, a majestic terrifying coercion swept over, and everyone had a kind of fear from the heart, as if even their souls were trembling.

The whole city, noisy sounds fell silent.

The group of ferocious demon monks were all frightened, and they fell to their knees and trembled.

A huge creature resembling a giant whale, its wings like clouds hanging from the sky, riding the mighty air currents to sweep for a long time.

A loud voice came out of his mouth, and it was extremely high-pitched and resounded in the sky.

"Then, that's the supreme demon of the Tribulation Realm!?"

The middle-aged monk and Commander Yang were shocked, and their bodies were like falling into an ice cellar, and they were cold all over their bodies.

The Tribulation Realm, known as the Void Immortal, has reached this realm, comparable to the sun and the moon, and has the magical power that penetrates the heavens and the earth.

And this big demon, if it wants, can directly swallow the entire Leshan Kingdom alive!

"Isn't that ...... Kunpeng?! A flash of extreme shock flashed in Murong City Lord's eyes, and he recognized this creature as the king of the demon clan, the rumored ancient divine beast that had long disappeared in the Kunlun realm.

"Kun, give me all the bald donkeys underneath." On the Kunpeng, a young man's voice came.

Rumble!

The crowd was struck like lightning.

This great demon of the Tribulation Realm turned out to be the mount of a certain senior?

Void Immortal Mounts? What a joke!

Kunpeng opened its huge mouth like an abyss, and sucked it down hard.

Many people were surprised to find that they had no influence at all, but the group of yellow-clothed monks flew away uncontrollably, and their faces exclaimed in horror.

"Spare your life! Seniors spare their lives! The middle-aged monk looked shocked, and his body was sucked into the sky, even if he tried to resist, it was useless.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, this group of demon monks who were inferior to beasts did not enter the abyss and were buried in Kunpeng's belly.

The Kunpeng was suspended in the vast sky, blocking out the sun and darkening most of the city.

Commander Yang was dumbfounded, the blood in his body seemed to be frozen, and his whole body trembled like chaff.

He felt fear like never before!

The city lord of Murong was shaken, and he swallowed saliva in his throat, this was a scene that he would never forget in his life.

Swish!

The two of them suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and when they reappeared, they had already been taken to Kunpeng's back.

What you will see is a beautiful sight that looks like a resort island.

A young man in a black robe embroidered with gold, his long silver-white hair was wantonly scattered, and his roots were shining, sitting lazily on a chair, supporting his head with one hand, and a dissolute smile on the corner of his mouth.

Around him, there were several standing figures, obviously respecting him.

"Tell me, what's going on here? Why did those bald donkeys burn and loot? ”

"Before, senior, the younger one is the city lord of Wucheng of Leshan Country, and the group of demon monks just now are the minions of the Hanging Mountain, and this time they came to forcibly capture eight hundred boys and girls for the enjoyment of the Lord of the Hanging Mountain!"

The city lord of Murong forcibly held back the panic in his heart and said in a trembling voice.

"Hanging Mountain?"

Ye Junlin raised his eyebrows, does this name still have anything to do with the Hanging Temple?

"Tell me the origin of this Hanging Temple!"

"Yes!"

Seeing that this big man was interested, the lord of Murong City hurriedly said: "The Hanging Mountain was established in the extreme west two hundred years ago, on the surface it is a Buddhist force, but in fact it is manipulated by demons inside, the mountain lord of the Hanging Mountain is rumored to be a black bear spirit, and there are four King Kongs under the seat, all of which are demon clans, and they command forty-eight thousand demons. ”

"Moreover, the black bear spirit also wantonly recruited outlaws who were wanted by bounties, and played the banner of putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the ground, and entered its Hanging Mountain to prove the Tao Fruit, so over the years, it has attracted a large number of meditation practitioners with ulterior motives from all over the world, and they have rushed to the Hanging Mountain to seek refuge."

"Later, every few years, the Hanging Mountain will send people to search for boys and girls in various places, and the thirty-six countries in the extreme west, including my Leshan country, have been poisoned to varying degrees, especially in this period of time, the actions of the Hanging Mountain have become more and more frequent, and the group of demon monks who have taken refuge in the Hanging Mountain are running rampant everywhere under the banner of hosting things for the mountain, and do all kinds of things that violate Buddhism!"

Hear the words.

Li Wuqi was very angry, "Cao, this group of scum, actually went to sell their lives to the beasts!" ”

Ye Junlin's eyes flickered: "After so many years, the thirty-six countries have allowed the Hanging Mountain to cause chaos here?" Didn't you think about uniting to resist? ”

This Leshan country is also a Xiuzhen ancient country, although it is not as good as the level of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but the background is estimated to be barely enough, if the thirty-six countries unite and twist into a rope, this power is very considerable.

"Hey, seniors, guess why did that black bear spirit stand on its own mountain, known as the Hanging Mountain? The answer is already obvious! ”

The city lord of Murong said bitterly: "People have a background!" ”