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The moonlight was as red as blood in the light of the fire, and thousands of Great Sui forbidden troops poured into the Liyang warehouse like a flood. Although they were ready to fight to the extreme, in the face of an enemy more than ten times their size, everyone still couldn't help but feel a strong sense of despair.

The Golden Tripod Monk's cane walked unhurriedly on the streets, and the amplitude of each step was as if it had been measured with a ruler accurate to the millimeter, and no matter what happened around him, there would never be the slightest error.

Around him, the Great Sui Forbidden Army and the Wagang Righteous Army had been strangled together, and people everywhere fell in screams, blood gurgling on the ground, occasionally pouring to the bare feet, but evaporating in an instant.

The Jinding Priest ignored all this and just continued along the straight street. At the end of the street is the General's Mansion, which is also the most fiercely contested place in the battle of Liyangcang.

No one dared to approach him, not even the bravest Wagang sergeant, who would involuntarily try to stay away from the old monk. Obviously, everyone knows that he is the culprit behind the destruction of Liyangcang, but no one has the slightest intention of doing anything about this slow old monk.

But this was only for ordinary soldiers, in the night sky, the innocent real person, the heavenly sin real person, the eldest grandson Wuji, Zhang Wuji and the princess of Nanyang launched a siege on the Jinding Divine Monk again and again, trying to stop his progress again. They had failed just outside the Liyang Warehouse, and now that the battlefield had moved to the inner city, they were still unwilling to give up.

However, the five of them joined forces to attack in waves, but they still couldn't stop the old monk's progress.

The steps of the Jinding monk look no different from ordinary people, but this is by no means a simple return to the basics, but there is no Buddha, no trace and no heart.

He didn't take the bombardment of Eldest Sun Wuji and the others to heart at all, and his relaxed posture was as easy as shaking off a few grains of dust from his sleeve.

Liyangcang has been broken, and the reason why he stayed here is because there is a person who is also here - Diao, Xiao, and Four!

Diao Xiaosi was running wildly thirty zhang in front of him, and beside him was Princess Jincheng. He already understood that the old thief's target was himself, so he simply left Princess Jincheng and fled for his life.

How do you know that Princess Jincheng doesn't appreciate it, and she still follows her inseparably, isn't this a clear way to be stewed by the old thief of Jinding?

He was horrified to find that no matter how fast he escaped, he could never shake off the old thief behind him. This situation occurred not because the speed of the Golden Tripod Divine Monk was too fast, but because his body was absorbed by a powerful invisible force, which was a bit similar to dragging mud and water.

"Retribution, retribution!" Diao Xiaosi moaned weakly, and the spiritual platform was hit by waves of Buddha's will, if it weren't for the operation and support of the star arrays, he would have already had the mind of surrendering without killing and raising his hands to surrender.

Rao is like this, the distance between the Jinding Monk and him is still slowly closing at an invisible speed to the naked eye, like a spring breeze and rain moisturizing things silently, and when he is surprised, the gap between the two has been shortened to twenty-five zhang.

Ahead, the General's Mansion in the blood and fire was in sight, but Diao Xiaosi was very suspicious that he had his life and fled there.

Sensing Diao Xiaosi's danger, the eldest grandson Wuji and the others rushed to kill the Jinding Divine Monk desperately, even if they couldn't hurt the other party, they had to try their best to fight for him a chance to escape.

Zhang Wuji also seemed to be crazy, like a bullet stone desperately blasted towards the Jinding Divine Monk, and then without exception spurted blood and threw it high.

As a result, the innocent real person and the heavenly sin real person also had to go all out and frequently put pressure on the Jinding Divine Monk.

Diao Xiaosi didn't have time to turn back, but the figure of the Jinding monk was clearly reflected on the spiritual platform all the time.

Of course, the good news is not without - he can step through the gate of the General's Mansion by rushing forward for another sixteen feet.

The Great Thousand Sky Mirror, the Great Sky Boba Floating Massacre, the Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Shen Drum, the Wind and Rain Flag, the Borneo Thousand Knowledge Tree, and a variety of Taoist talismans...... In order to stop the Jinding Monk, Diao Xiaosi had already thrown out almost everything that could be used on his body, but the frustration was that it was useless to this old monk at all.

He finally knew what peerless powerhouses like Ning Wuqi and Kongding Divine Monk were doing for them, because those magic weapons and Dao talismans had the same effect on them, and the same was true for their opponents.

There are still little pink, little black girl and little singer hidden in his dragon belt, but if you think about it with your toes, you know that it is useless to throw these three little demons out. The only thing that could be relied on was the two nine-rank Dao talismans and the only remaining two-sided death-free golden coupon from Changsun Sheng's hand.

Diao Xiaosi's mouth was bitter, the length of more than ten zhang in front of him had never been so unattainable as at this moment.

He gritted his teeth, took out the Huatian Companion Snow Talisman from the belt of the dragon, and threw it at the Jinding Divine Monk.

"Huh-" Hua Tian accompanied by the snow was beautiful, Diao Xiaosi suddenly noticed the formless and shadowless terrifying force around him, and the amount of power shook violently, and suddenly his body was as light as a swallow, and he spread his phoenix wings and Tianxiang rushed into the general's mansion with Princess Jincheng.

You get what you pay for, and it's also the top Dao talisman of the nine grades, and it's millions of taels of silver, and it finally makes a little noise when it is smashed.

But that's all the result, after a short period of fluctuations, that invisible force made a comeback and surrounded Diao Xiaosi like a tide from all directions.

A top-level Dao talisman is enough to bombard a Mahayana-level peerless demon like the old demon of Yinshan so that he can't find the south, south, west, and northwest, so he enters the sea with a muddy cow.

Diao Xiaosi shuddered, didn't dare to look behind at all, and ran to his residence in the general's mansion with all his might.

As if he had guessed what Diao Xiaosi wanted to do, the bare feet of the Jinding monk stepped into the general's mansion and raised his hand to sacrifice the Buddha bowl.

The Buddha bowl glows with a brilliant golden light in the air, from which a statue of the Buddha Protector Vajra holding a treasure pestle and a halberd is born, and the light and shadow trajectory formed by the golden light is condescendingly electrified, and the roar is like thunder and directly splits Diao Xiaosi.

"Bang!" Princess Jincheng raised her little boots and kicked Diao Xiaosi's ass, kicking him into the house, and she suddenly floated like a phoenix dancing for nine days to meet the Buddha Protector King Kong. The two beams of magpie bridge immortal light swelled up, gushing out a turbulent and rotating vortex, stirring the void for a moment to twist and ripple, like a hundred flowers blooming and a thousand trees blooming at night.

Driven by the thoughts of the Jinding Monk, the Buddha Protector King Kong held the pestle with both hands to round the momentum, ignoring the turbulent void around him, and smashed straight down on the top of Princess Jincheng's head.

The golden treasure pestle was unstoppable, and a majestic and uncast Buddha light swept through the air, and those vortex ripples seemed to be disillusioned with boiling snow in the soup, and in the face of the overwhelming power, no matter how subtle and unpredictable the moves were, all seemed futile, like a blister that had burst through the poke.

Princess Jincheng's beautiful face is as calm as water and cold as snow, constantly capturing the trajectory and changes of the treasure pestle, Hao's wrist shook sharply, and the two bunches of Queqiao Xianni turned into a soaring sky, more like an angry dragon roaring across the sky, locking the thick and round pestle body.

The sonorous sound of the treasure pestle involuntarily deviated from the established trajectory and flew out to the right side of Princess Jincheng.

The Dharma Protector of the Buddha Gate Vajra suddenly spat out the truth: "If you don't live inside and outside, you can come and go freely;

This voice is clearly from the Jinding Divine Monk, but from the mouth of the Dharma Protector Vajra, there is something magical.

"Whew-" The treasure pestle responded to the disillusionment, escaping like golden sand from the rolling and roaring Queqiao Immortal Ni like a cloud pillar, and suddenly turned into a giant spirit Buddha palm and pressed towards the princess of Jincheng.

"Whew-" The clothes flew over, the princess of Jincheng sacrificed the Huanxi yarn, her figure stood out from the palm of the giant spirit Buddha, and the Queqiao Xianni merged into one and bombarded the palms of the Buddhist protector King Kong.

With a bang, the Dharma Protector Vajra's palms shattered, followed by his arms cracking like glass, and a cloud of smoke came out of his golden light.

Princess Jincheng fluttered, the corners of her lips were bloodstained like peach blossoms, and her jade face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

"Concubine!" Princess Nanyang flew across the air, grabbed Princess Jincheng's delicate body with her bare hands, and hurriedly sent a secret elixir of Kunlun Yaotai Palace into her discolored cherry lips.

At this time, the Jinding monk below didn't look at Princess Jincheng, put away the Buddha bowl and walked to the courtyard in front.

His entire qi machine was almost used to lock Diao Xiaosi's whereabouts, and he used the Buddhist "binding" technique to seal all the other party's space to avoid and escape, even if he sacrificed the "Thirteen Void Talismans", it would be useless.

If it weren't for the two real people of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Zhang Wuji, Eldest Sun Wuji and Princess Nanyang and others constantly taking turns attacking and raiding, plus Diao Xiaosi had the Star Devouring Divine Skill to protect himself, but changed to another top master sitting in the mirror, it would have been impossible for him to escape from Wengcheng all the way to the General's Mansion, and he would have been waiting to be killed in a snap of his fingers.

However, the heart of the Jinding monk did not have a trace of anger and anxiety because of this, but it was just another practice in the earthly world. He had no intention of killing others, including Princess Jincheng, not out of kindness, but because he didn't want to get involved in cause and effect, and he didn't want to be distracted by this to give Diao Xiaosi a chance.

He walked through the Moon Gate Hole and entered the courtyard where Diao Xiaosi was. There are a few oleanders planted in the courtyard, and there are two bluestone steps from under the tree, which is a hidden red door. There is a window on the door, carved with a pattern of flowers blooming and rich, the Jinding monk stood outside the door and looked at the flower table on the door silently, as if he was thinking about something.

He knew very well what was hidden behind this door, but it didn't matter, because when he wanted to kill someone, there was no one or anything in this world that could stop him.

He considered whether to go through this door or not.

After a while, the Jinding Monk made a decision, and the Zhu Door in front of him was silently pushed inward, and the red light outside the house shone into the room, and three feet in front of his feet was a small bridge paved with bluestone slabs.

At this end of the bridge is the hellish Liyang Cang, and at the other end of the bridge is the heavenly Jiangnan water town.

Jiangnan in the dream, Wu Yue in the painting.

A man stood at the other end of the bridge, smiling at him with white teeth. Is it a dream, is it a painting?