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Different from the intuition of ordinary people, the air flow at high altitude is extremely turbulent, not as calm as it seems, the staggering of various warm and humid air currents, as well as the uneven terrain, all kinds of turbulence are constantly emerging, affecting every flying life at all times.

Although Jung's "absolute protection" is powerful, in the face of the laws of nature, it is still a little immature, and there is no feeling for short-distance flights.

"Damn bastard, don't let me catch you, or the best outcome will be chopped up and fed to the pigs!"

Jung's face was hideous and terrifying, and if anyone saw it, they would never believe that the person in front of him was actually a cardinal who had always been personable.

Click!

Just as Jung was cursing loudly, there was a thunderous roar, and a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, and it was slashing at him, and the violet-blue electricity continued to jump on the surface of his body, and it took a full six or seven seconds before disappearing.

"Huh?"

Jung couldn't help but be stunned, immediately stopped flying, raised his eyes and looked around, but found that although the black clouds were gloomy, there was no meaning of thunder and rain, and he suddenly understood in his heart that someone was secretly making a move, so he roared angrily: "Who is it? Who is making trouble?"

"Light and Darkness, Bishop Jung, have you really forgotten what you did in the past?"

Someone suddenly said below, the voice sounded a little old, it seemed that there was a lack of energy, but it was not something that an old man with insufficient energy could do in the barren mountains and wilderness, in the hunting wind, and transmitting the sound to a height of thousands of meters.

Jung was silent for a few seconds, then looked down in the direction from which the voice had come from, and a golden light poured down with his gaze and shone on the man who spoke.

This is an old monk with wrinkles on his face, he can't tell how old he is, he is dressed in a white robe, hanging on his body casually, looking like a poor monk in a small temple in the mountains, only a pair of eyes are blazing, which makes people dare not despise him.

"Monk, who are you, do you want to stop me?" Jung asked in a deep voice.

"Bishop Jung, the old monk doesn't want to stop you, the old monk just wants to save you, the front is the border of China, if the donor insists on the front, I am afraid that there will be no return. The old monk clasped his palms together and showed compassion on his face.

"Oh, is it already the border of China?" Jung's face changed slightly, and he hesitated slightly.

Many years ago, he had done a great thing in Huaguo, which angered the Huaguo cultivation community, and if it weren't for the Church of the Lord of Radiance, Saint George personally took action and took care of this for him, I am afraid that he would have died here.

Until today, the aftermath of this matter has not settled, it is good that he does not go to Huaguo, and the people inside may not come out to hunt him down, but if he enters Huaguo and wants to come out alive, I am afraid it will be impossible.

"Monk ......"

Jung hesitated for a while, then suddenly shook his head and said, "You are wrong, there is no boundary to China here. ”

After thinking about it for a while, he finally decided to continue his pursuit, and after spending countless efforts, the secret of the world's invincibility was in front of him, even if he took a risk.

"Bishop Jung, the sea of suffering is boundless, and there is a shore to turn back!" said the old monk, shaking his head.

"Monk, I have something to do, so I won't say more, I'll see you when I come back later!" Jung flapped his wings and flew forward suddenly, ignoring the monk.

"The snail horn fights, like flies and blood, the Buddha country in the palm, and the bowl and bowl are six ways!"

Seeing Jung fly away, the old monk sighed lightly, raised the bronze bowl in his hand, and shook it in the direction where Jung was gone.

Suddenly, a blue light flashed, Jung only felt that the surrounding scenery had changed, and the surroundings were no longer a vast world, but a circle of towering bronze walls, and when he looked up again, he found that above this bronze wall, a bald head was exposed, which was the old monk who had just spoken to him.

"Donor, the old monk can't bear to see you kill yourself, so let's stop here!" The old monk's voice was like a morning bell and a dusk drum, which made people's hearts tremble.

"Die, you bastard monk!"

Furious and furious, Jung flapped his wings and flew towards the bronze wall, but was stopped by an invisible position, unable to get out anyway.

Under the vast sky, above the black field, an unknown old monk sat cross-legged, holding an old bronze bowl in his arms, and a golden point of light flew up and down in the bowl, but he couldn't rush out no matter what.

......

"Old bald donkey, you are too hypocritical, either kill him or don't stop him, what do you mean by trapping him here?"

While Jung was struggling, a young man slowly emerged from the darkness and spoke in a mocking tone.

The young man was wearing a black uniform, somewhat like a Huaguo military uniform, but the details and colors of buttons and epaulettes were different, and a long sword was tied with a rope behind his back, and the black and heavy sword body faintly emitted a cold glow.

It's just that although the long sword is sharp, what is even sharper is his eyes!

"Lin Gongzi, this person's cultivation is mediocre, and it is not enough to cause trouble, but the Great Light Temple guards the southwest alone, and he is alone, and he can't provoke the Lord of Radiance Church, so it's better to spare his life. The old monk said.

"Hahaha, you don't want to kill him, let me kill him, we are not afraid of offending people!" said the young swordsman with a laugh.

"Lin Gongzi, the great changes in the world are just around the corner, the forces of all parties are ready to move, it is better to suffer one less killing, or to create one less killing, otherwise, the group will attack it in front of you. This time, he was rampant in Siam, and no one suppressed him, and it may not be that Siamese Buddhism deliberately let him die in my Shenzhou, using a plan to lead the water to the east!" the old monk persuaded.

"Old monk, you just think too much, you don't have your master's heroic spirit at all, if according to me, with the sword in my hand, Siam, or the Glorious Holy See, come and kill one by one, come and kill two and kill a pair, I see which of them dares to humiliate!" said the young swordsman in a cold voice.

The old monk sighed softly and hugged the bowl in his hand tighter.

The young swordsman looked at it in his eyes, sneered a few times, and said: "You can stop him once, but you may not be able to stop him a second time, as long as he is willing to die, sooner or later he will kill himself! I also happened to use his life to tell the Radiant Bishop's See that today's Huaguo Shenzhou is different from a hundred years ago, and it is not a place where they can come and leave when they want!"

"Young Master Lin, although the Radiant Bishop's See is not as powerful as it was back then, it is not something that can be easily provoked, please think twice before acting. ”

"Monk, the vitality of heaven and earth is about to be restored, and the cultivation community of Shenzhou has reached a consensus that they want to be the number one in the world again, how can they do it without a real sword and a real fight with the Holy See of Light?

"Alas, Lin Gongzi has lofty ambitions, and the old monk is far inferior, but I am afraid that this dragon and tiger fight will cheapen outsiders. Okay, let's not talk about that for now, Lin Gongzi, aren't you interested in the goal of Jung's action? That contains the secret of the Iron Drag. ”

"Hehe, you don't want to trick me, the Tie family has been operating in Yunzhou for more than a thousand years, and it was only prosperous eight hundred years ago, others don't know the details of the Tie family, don't you know? What kind of strange things that dominate the world, if it is really so powerful, the grassland empire will not spin and disappear, and will be replaced by your Great Light Temple!"

When the young swordsman said this, he shook his sleeves lightly, and floated away against the wind, without saying more to the old monk.