The young Persian's deep-sunken eyes widened, and he never thought that he would die like this, and the cramping pain in his heart made him scream in pain, and he wanted to curse his murderer, but his mouth could only babble and roar.

Pain, unwillingness, disbelief, and other complex and diverse emotions were intertwined in his increasingly dim eyes, and gradually disappeared together, his eyes became hollow, and his body fell down in a daze.

When the Persian Ming Sect disciples under his command saw the young master die, fear and anger suddenly permeated, babbling and screaming, their bodies trembled, thinking of the heavy price they would have to bear if they failed to protect the young master, they rushed forward to kill without their lives for a while, abandoning their opponents one after another, brandishing their scimitars and rushing straight towards Yue Wudi.

The various blades of the disciples of the Ming Sect greeted them one after another, but they ignored them, and always rushed towards Yue Wudi, a large number of corpses fell on the road, and finally some people rushed to Yue Wudi's face, and under Yue Wudi's iron fingers, they died one after another.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the dozens of Persian Mingjiao disciples died, and although the rest of them woke up a little from fear and wanted to escape, when they turned around, they were slashed and killed by most of the Mingjiao disciples.

"Stop!" Several strange voices sounded, Yue Wudi raised his eyes, and saw the top level of the Ming Sect and a group of Persians in white robes walking over together.

Shi Zhongqing and the four Dharma Kings' faces were a little unnatural, those Persians, all of them were extremely angry, and the three figures rushed directly into the field, kicking and beating, instantly knocking several Mingjiao disciples who were chasing and killing the Persian Mingjiao to the ground, coughing up blood, falling in a pool of blood, and seeing that they couldn't survive.

Yue Wudi's face was gloomy. His eyes looked at Shi Zhongqing and the Four Dharma Kings, except for him, these five people were the highest level of the Ming Sect, and now that the disciples of the Ming Sect were slaughtered by outsiders, he wanted to see if these people wanted to stand by and watch.

Sha Tongtian sighed and leaned over. jumped into the battle circle and stopped a Persian, Wang Meng and Bai Ye's faces changed for a while, and they also rushed forward, each fighting with a Persian.

The disciples of the Ming Sect saw that the enemy was too powerful, and the three Dharma Kings had already made a move, so they retreated, and at this level of battle, dozens of their ordinary disciples really couldn't intervene. With a little strength, there is a fear for life.

The Persians looked like high-rises, and there were two people, one of whom was an old man, and the other was wearing a veil, but just looking at his figure, he knew that it was a rare beauty in the world.

At this moment, those two Persian high-ranking people. He turned a blind eye to the corpses of the Persian Ming Sect disciples all over the ground, and just stood aside and watched the three Persians fight with the three Ming Sect kings.

Yue Wudi just glanced at them. He also set his eyes on the six people who were fighting, the three Persians didn't know what kind of martial arts they were practicing, they were very strange, whether it was the body or the moves, they were very different from the martial arts of Middle-earth, and when they made moves. often unexpected.

"Is it the Sacred Flame Order Martial Arts?" Yue Wudi frowned secretly, the Holy Fire Order has now been obtained by him, there is no reason for the Persians to be able to learn the martial arts above the Holy Fire Order, so where did their martial arts come from?

Could it be that this kind of weird martial arts is within the Persian Ming Sect. There is also a heritage?

The three Persians, two men and one woman, look no more than thirty or forty years old, but their martial arts are amazing, the three Dharma kings of Mingjiao are all first-class masters, but when they fight each other, they are bound to be hit, and they are all dodged by the other party with a strange body, and they also take the opportunity to counterattack the three Dharma kings.

Yue Wudi's eyes shimmered, in terms of real skills, the three Persians may not be much stronger than the three kings of the Ming Sect, but with the Holy Fire Order Martial Arts, they forced the three kings of the Ming Sect to gradually fall into disadvantage.

If it continues like this, within fifty moves, I am afraid that the three kings of Mingjiao will be defeated one after another.

Yue Wudi frowned slightly, his eyes were already firmly locked on the three Persians, as long as they came out with a killer, Yue Wudi would be able to bully him to save the three kings of the Ming Sect in an instant.

However, at this moment, the old Persian man, who was watching the battle, suddenly spoke in strange Chinese: "Stop! The people of Middle-earth are too weak, and the stupid son died at their hands without complaining to others." Wonderful Wind Envoy, Flowing Cloud Envoy, Bright Moon Envoy, all come back, don't hurt our subordinates. ”

The two men and one woman were in the upper hand, and the rhythm of the battle was controlled by them, and when they heard the old man's words, they all rolled on the ground, and instantly broke out of the battle circle and returned to the nine people.

When the three Dharma Kings heard the sarcastic words of the old Persian man, they were all furious, and they wanted to take the opportunity to fight back, but the way the three Persians retreated was too strange, which was beyond their expectations, and after the move was issued, it was in the empty space, and when they saw that they had stopped, they glanced at each other, and also took a few steps back, came to Yue Wudi, and said ashamedly:

"The subordinates are incompetent, they have failed to defeat their opponents, and they have lost the face of the sect, so please punish the master!"

Yue Wudi's expression was faint, even if the martial arts of the three envoys of Fengyun and Yue were very high, he was not afraid, not to mention that the masters in the Ming Sect were like clouds, even if he was not there today, under the chaos, he would definitely not let the Persians take advantage.

What he was worried about was that the people of the Persian Ming Sect, knowing that there was such a gap in the overall strength of the Ming Sect and the Ming Sect, still dared to trap themselves in the top of the light, if there was nothing to rely on, Yue Wudi really couldn't believe it.

"They are using the martial arts of the Holy Fire Order, which is extremely strange, and it is inevitable that you will suffer losses if you are not familiar with it. After comforting the Three Dharma Queens of the Ming Sect, Yue Wudi's voice suddenly became cold, and said: "But who let you let so many people from the Persian Ming Sect go to the top of the light, knowing that they are not good, why don't you refuse them to be under the thirteen heavenly dangers, and introduce them into the dangers, there are ready-made advantages, why do you have to give them up?"

The four Dharma Kings were all frightened by Yue Wudi's anger, they glanced at each other, their faces were a little ashamed, and Lu Jiechen said bitterly: "It's me who is careless, seeing that the number of Persians is small, I think that thousands of members of my Ming Sect have gathered at the Bright Peak, even if there is no natural danger, I can easily suppress them." ”

"But what about the result?" Yue Wudi's heart jumped, he heard something wrong from Lu Juechen's tone, could it be that now the light is on top. Is it really out of Mingjiao's control?

This was just the worst outcome he expected, it was unlikely to happen at all, at least, until now, Yue Wudi had not come up with the people of the Persian Ming Sect, why did he control the situation in the midst of the thousands of Ming Sect disciples?

Lu Juechen's words revealed remorse. Said: "It's really incompetent subordinates, let them ......"

Before Lu Jiechen finished speaking, the old man who had just spoken on the other side spoke again, and said: "Your Excellency is the head of the Ming Sect of Middle Earth, I am one of the twelve treasure tree kings of the Persian Arch Sect, this is Her Royal Highness the Holy Maiden of the Arch Sect, you haven't come to worship yet, how long will you stay?"

The old man's tone was plain, but the words that came out. But he was arrogant and domineering to the extreme, and he dared to let Yue Wudi, the dignified leader of the Ming Sect, go to pay homage to a Dharma king and a holy woman in his Persian Ming Sect.

Everyone in the Ming Sect was furious, but they held back stubbornly, and the anger made the corners of their unruly heroes twitch at the corners of their eyes, and their anger flashed, but they dared to be angry but did not dare to be angry.

Yue Wudi was greatly surprised, and glanced at the Four Great Dharma Kings and Shi Zhongqing, who was like a stone man from beginning to end. He sneered at the King of the Treasure Tree: "You are the King of the Treasure Tree and the Holy Maiden of the Persian Ming Sect, and this seat is the head of the Ming Sect of Middle Earth. As for the ranks, this seat is above you. If you come to my Middle-earth Mingjiao to explain the origin of the two religions, then you should use the etiquette of a foreign minister to see this seat, how can you let this seat see you? But if you go to the top of the light to defeat and subdue all the thousands of heroes and heroes of our Middle-earth Ming Sect, these manpower may not be enough. If there is any magic weapon, show it, if not, today is your death sacrifice!"

The Treasure Tree King laughed three times in a strange way, and then said: "The sect master is really fast-talking, and we have a lot of people on Weibo. If you dare to go to the top of your light, you are naturally fully prepared, and you are not afraid of disobedience. Sect Master, what is this?"

Yue Wudi's pupils shrank suddenly, damn it, it's actually gunpowder!

Could it be that there was already powerful gunpowder in this era, and in this era, gunpowder could only be used as fireworks?

Yue Wudi stared at the black sphere in the Treasure Tree King's hand, a black lead on it, the two constituted a terrifying image, no one knew the terrifying destructive power of this thing better than Yue Wudi, the question was whether the gunpowder in the Treasure Tree King's hand was real or false, and if it was true, how powerful was it.

"This is the wrath of Mingzun, an artifact that belongs exclusively to our Persian Patriarch, and now the evil Western heretics have led countless iron hooves to wreak havoc in the glorious country of Mingzun for nearly a hundred years, which has become a scorched earth. Although the devout believers of Mingzun are desperately punishing the infidels, but the evil people are inexhaustible, our Persian archbiecke has reached the last step of the war, and the noble masters have served Mingzun and left, and countless pious believers have obtained eternal life in the flames and are not in the world. But the brilliance of Mingzun, to keep the fire in the world, damn heretics, should be killed, I take the will of Mingzun, with the anger of Mingzun in my hands as evidence, to ask you Mingzun believers who have fallen to the East, are willing to sincerely bathe in the glory of Mingzun, and submit to Mingzun's only representative in the world, the Persian Patriarch?!"

"If you are obedient, I will lead you to cleanse the evil heretics of the West with the wrath of the Enlightened One. If you do not sincerely submit, then you will be buried in the wrath of the Buddha, and your souls will not be able to go to the kingdom of light, and you will perish in hell for eternity. ”

"Now that our feet have been filled with the anger of the Venerable Venerable, and we have turned our backs or turned our backs, the wise sect master, please consult with your subordinates carefully, and then give us an answer. ”

The pious voice of the Treasure Tree King sounded, but Yue Wudi was chilled when he heard it. Is there already gunpowder buried on the top of the light? How did they do it? Are so many people in Mingjiao all dead?

Yue Wudi couldn't help but look at Shi Zhongqing and the four great Dharma Kings, except for Shi Zhongqing's indifferent and cold look all the time, and his attitude of not taking life and death to his heart, the four Dharma Kings all had extremely ugly faces.

"Is what this old bearded man said true?" Yue Wudi tried his best to calm his voice, but in his heart, it was like thunder, he could turn a blind eye to any danger in this world, and the palace could come and go freely, but in the face of such a thing as gunpowder, he had no bottom in his heart.

Sha Tongtian said astringently: "It's true." After a pause, he said: "Each of them has a few Mingzun Anger hidden in their clothes, and in the middle of the Guangming Peak, they are all buried unconsciously, all the fuses are slightly exposed to the surface, and the surface is covered with oil that they snatched from the flood flag, as long as they encounter a little spark, the oil ignites, and the Mingzun anger will explode together! They have detonated one, and the power destroys mountains and stones, and it is not something that flesh and blood can resist......

Yue Wudi looked into the distance, and on the area in the center of the Guangming Peak, it was indeed black and covered with thick oil! His eyes were shining with coldness, and it was a great shame that someone had unknowingly buried gunpowder and oil on the top of the Bright Peak, where the masters were like clouds!

Although gunpowder is rare in the Central Plains and the Western Regions, most people have never heard of such a thing in the world in their lives, so that even high-level officials like Sha Tongtian have listened to the nonsense of King Baoshu and thought it was Mingzun's anger.

But when the people of the Persian Ming Sect were put on the top of the light, did they still know how to surveillance? How arrogant must it be to let people plant two gunpowder in their own territory, and let the three envoys of Fengyun and the moon take away the water dragon spraying oil during the flood period?

Now that he didn't have time to think about the discipline and vigilance of the Ming Sect, the King of Baoshu was still holding up his so-called "Mingzun Fury", waiting for his answer, Yue Wudi felt that if he refused, these crazy religious people might really not hesitate to ignite the oil, ignite the gunpowder, and die with the evil heretics themselves.

"Your Excellency King Baoshu, Mingzun is our common faith, his anger should not explode on his own followers, what is the reason for you to hold Mingzun's anger and threaten our fellow Mingjiao? Is it for power, for money, or for martial arts?" Yue Wudi endured the discomfort, learned the tone of the Baoshu King, and talked to him.

The most important thing at the moment is to appease the manic heart of the King of the Treasure Tree, and test whether there is any possibility of negotiation between the two sides, after all, once the oil is ignited and the gunpowder explodes, it is not only the disciples of the Ming Sect of Middle Earth who will die, but also their Persian Ming Sect, and there will be no corpses.

Yue Wudi didn't believe that these people would really regard death as home, and would they resolutely choose to die without dying? (To be continued......)