Chapter 480 Jian Lai (asking for double monthly votes)
"Da da..."
On a desolate road paved with yellow mud, a group of killers on horseback headed towards the center where dark clouds gathered.
This team sent by Prince Mu's Mansion to snipe the Empress was composed of warlocks and warriors.
The former were all clad in white, with cloaks on their heads, a mourning stick slung across their backs, and a hand-sized coffin tied to a worn hemp rope around their waists—remarkably, they were from the same sect as the old sorcerer from the White Clothes Sect who had cursed Zhao Duan to death.
The latter were the dead men and women who King Mu had recruited and kept in the palace over the years.
"Stop!"
The "leader" leading the team was a general in Prince Mu's private army.
At this moment, he suddenly reined in his horse and stared ahead as if facing a formidable enemy.
Beside the road ahead, there is a stone tablet planted in the soil. It is square in shape and made of green granite. The word "hundred flowers" is inscribed on the tablet.
They are "boundary monuments" that can be seen everywhere in the Yu Kingdom.
But at this moment, at the top of the Qinggang Stone Boundary Monument, sitting cross-legged and meditating, a woman wearing a plain Taoist robe with pure white cuffs and a beautiful bell was sitting.
"Everyone, stop." Yuxiu looked at the group of people calmly.
"Jade sleeve priest?" The face of the royal family general changed slightly, and he was greatly surprised when he recognized Yuxiu's identity:
"Why are the priests here? And why are they stopping us? Could it be that the Tianshi Mansion wants to get involved in mortal matters?"
The woman, who seemed to be described only by the word "light", raised her hand lightly, pointed at the tense white-clothed sorcerers in the team, and sarcastically said:
"I have nothing to do with you, but eradicating the evil sorcerers is my righteous duty in the Tianshi Mansion. I haven't asked you yet, why are you walking side by side with the evil sorcerers, but you are asking me instead?"
The royal family was at a loss for words, and he had almost forgotten that the Baiyi Sect was the target of annihilation by the decent sect because of its belief in "losing the gods".
Even if he rebelled, King Mu would never admit publicly that he was related to the evil sorcerer sect.
"Have nothing to say? Then retreat." Yuxiu said.
The royal family general said in a deep voice: "What if we don't retreat? What will the priest do?"
A flash of cold blue light flashed across Yu Xiu's eyes, and from between her slender waist, the sapphire flying sword tied with gold thread flew out silently.
In the midst of lightning and flint, he passed through this group of people.
Immediately, dozens of horse legs were cut off at the same time. Amidst the screams of the war horses, the warlocks and warriors on the horses screamed and fell.
One hand of Yu Xiu poked out from the white and wide cuff, and gently pinched the flying jade flying sword with five fingers, and said in a calm tone:
"Next time I draw my sword, it won't be the horse's leg that I will chop off."
All the martial arts masters were frightened, and the white-clothed sect magicians also turned their heads to look at their generals as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The latter gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and waved hard:
"Leave the warlock to hold her back, and the others will follow me into the village! She is alone!"
A white-clothed sorcerer waved a mourning stick. In an instant, a strong wind blew up, mist sprayed along the seams in the ground, and illusory ghosts emerged one after another, staring at the jade sleeve sitting cross-legged on the stone tablet with its "fangs" exposed.
The White Clothes Sect worships the "god of mourning", whose authority is similar to that of the "god of the underworld", and can also summon ghosts to fight against the enemy.
A white-robed warlock stepped forward:
"Curse!"
Circles of dim light washed away, and Yuxiu raised her eyebrows. Her life star quickly dimmed, her fortune dropped, she was entangled in many negative conditions, and her cultivation also declined without warning.
As a price, a group of warlocks stood still, rooted in the earth, and faced her.
"So annoying..."
Yuxiu was annoyed. She hated the disgusting spells of these evil god believers, but they happened to work on her.
The general left a few Jianghu men behind, and surrounded Yu Xiu from the left and right, not seeking to kill him, but only to hold him back.
Create opportunities for the generals of Prince Mu's family to break through.
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"The ones coming ahead are the bastards of the Dharma God Sect."
Gongshu Tianyuan put the "telescope" on his eye sockets, holding his small mung bean-sized eyes, and gritted his teeth.
Tianshi Mansion has a close relationship with the Fa Shen Sect. They meet in the wild, fight for the red name to fall down the level, and have a life-or-death relationship.
"There are many of them?" Jin Jian only focused on the number of people.
She was holding her staff, and at the top of the weapon, her one eye was twisting restlessly. However, she rarely looked at the enemy, but looked back at the middle of the sea of flowers behind her.
"There are quite a few... Hey, it's decreasing. The number of this group of people has decreased. It's strange."
Gongshu Tianyuan put down his "clairvoyance" in surprise, his fat face full of solemnity:
"I'm afraid that the other party will also notice us and avoid us in advance."
There were more than twenty warlocks from the Fa Shen Sect coming towards the road in the distance, and the leader was a wretched old Taoist.
There were bulging bags in his dirty robe, and he was followed by old acquaintances.
"Xiong Ba", a body-refining sorcerer who is tall and burly and as strong as a bear.
And, a little fat man carrying a ghost flag and a sinister expression.
"It's not good, in front of us is the Zhudian boy of Tianshi Mansion's generation!"
A warlock whose eyes pierced with silvery beams exclaimed.
Tianshi Mansion?
The hearts of the warlocks sank. This was an accident that was not mentioned in the intelligence.
"I can't control that much anymore. I have a hunch that if we can't stop what's going to happen ahead in time, we won't be able to escape even if we turn around."
The wretched old Taoist priest's thin and numb hands trembled slightly, his lips were pale and he said, staring at the dragon looming in the sky, his heart was depressed.
Something bad must have happened ahead, although he couldn't imagine what exactly was happening.
Why do you feel that the celestial phenomena in front of you are quite similar to those of Luoshan Fengchan in the past?
But Baihua Village is not Luoshan, and there is absolutely no way that the empress, who was seriously injured and defeated, and whose dragon energy was broken, could reach the top so quickly.
"Xiongba, little fat man, take half of your people and use this talisman to bypass them. I'll take the rest and hold them back." The wretched old man spread out his dirty hands, with a purple talisman lying in his palm.
The magicians from the Fa Shen sect immediately divided into two groups, half of them tore the talisman paper, and their figures seemed to be wiped off bit by bit. The remaining group walked to the front of Jin Jian and Gongshu Tianyuan and stopped.
No nonsense.
The wretched old man unbuttoned his pants... no, unbuttoned his robe. The robe was lined on both sides, and colorful flag-like talisman papers were posted like arrows and shot towards the two priests:
"Hold these two!"
The other warlocks executed their seals in unison, and each ball of magic light roared to "engulf" the two of them.
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In the atrium of a country house, there is an outdoor bath dug out of the courtyard.
With Zhao Duan's low roar, everything became quiet.
a long time.
He climbed out of the bathing pool and sat on the bank, looking down at the empress in the pool lying almost limply on the wall, twitching slightly.
"Hua Hua——"
Clear water spits out from the mouth of a stone-carved Pixiu in the corner of the bath, and pours into the bath in an endless stream.
"The movement is a bit loud."
Zhao Duan was as saintly as a Buddha after the incident. He looked up at the sky above the yard patio, where there were dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and he said in shock:
"Such an exaggeration. As long as the pursuers are not blinded, they will know that Your Majesty is here without asking. Your Majesty, if you can't cross that level, there will be nothing I can do for a while."
"Well..." Xu Zhenguan turned over lazily, closed his eyes, crossed his legs in the water, and said softly: "Get out."
Just throw it away after use, okay, good, good, as expected of the most ruthless emperor... Zhao Duan curled his lips, but the corners of his lips raised, knowing that Zhen Bao's words were tantamount to showing that this time it was really going to happen.
The difficulty of advancing to the heavenly realm is higher than expected. The two of them have hardly dared to slack off in the past few days, and their behavior has become increasingly bold.
Every place in the entire house has become a place for practice.
As Zhenbao gets closer to heaven, his face becomes more and more radiant, his skin is as white and rosy as a baby.
Even though Zhao Duanrao was pregnant with recovery cheats like Qinglian, he was still gradually defeated.
Now he walked ashore, ran the air machine to dry the water on his body, and put on the coat hanging on the clothesline.
Sensing the vigorous internal force in the Qi Sea, he estimated that he had probably entered the "middle level of the world".
"But this is not without cost. The power of the dragon soul is also greatly damaged and is no longer what it was before. Fortunately, it is all worth it."
Zhao Duan felt the dragon soul shrinking a lot in the air sea. He smiled, his ears moved slightly, and his consciousness captured the dangers coming from all directions from the breeze.
"We are finally here." Zhao Duan whispered softly. He closed the door of the atrium, walked through the front yard, opened the door and walked out of the house.
Came to the door.
Then he moved a set of tables and chairs to the door, and brought cut watermelons, various seasonal fruits and vegetables, and even a new jar of mud for aging.
He even took out a roast chicken that had been cooked in the fire pit on the stove and placed it on the table. Zhao Duan sat at the door, took out the "Taixu Painting Scroll" in the form of a silver scroll, shook it gently, and a purple alms bowl fell down.
This is a Buddhist treasure in Xu Zhenguan's storage bracelet, which belongs to the royal family. Zhao Duan threw the purple gold bowl into the air!
"Buzz!"
The alms bowl hung high in the sky, spinning slowly, as if it was fixed. With it as the center, a light mask in the shape of an inverted glass bowl shrouded the entire house.
"This alms bowl can be used to set up a formation barrier to withstand the full attack of the world, but it must be controlled by someone, otherwise the power will be greatly reduced."
Xu Zhenguan said this when he gave him the alms bowl.
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The wind and rustle blew through the sea of flowers, and the continuous rain made the flower branches for miles around Baihua Village full of water, making the flowers delicate and tender.
The cold wind blows, and the sea of flowers is like waves of wheat, layer upon layer, one wave higher than the other.
When the Buddhist Discipline Leader and Monk Tianhai came from the Eastern Flower Sea, they saw the Western Flower Sea, and the generals of Prince Mu's Mansion led a large group of warriors approaching with sharp swords.
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And in the sea of flowers in the south, a group of warlocks appeared silently. The leader Xiong Ba and the little fat man looked wary.
The three parties exchanged glances and realized that they were all allies. They turned around and attacked at the center of the sea of flowers, the green brick house facing north and south.
Then, the three parties were stunned at the same time.
They first saw the "enchantment" that was like a transparent glass bowl, covering the entire house upside down.
Immediately, he saw Zhao Duan at the gate of the house, at the bottom of the steps, and inside the barrier, squatting in front of a low table, eating a delicious meal to replenish his physical strength.
His mouth was full of grease. He was holding half a roast chicken in his right hand and a piece of watermelon in his left hand.
He took a bite of meat on the left and a bite of melon on the right. He was eating with concentration, almost forgetfulness.
The short blade transformed from the Golden Crow Flying Knife and the unsheathed Frost Sword were thrown on the table, one on the left and the other on the right.
The pursuers were surrounded on three sides and were approaching, but Zhao Duan seemed not to care.
Slowly swallowing the food in his mouth, he slowly took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, looking around with a smile at a group of unfamiliar or familiar enemies:
"This official is surprised by how lively it is today."
Everyone had weird expressions, and they didn't dare to move for a while, for fear of being deceived.
It was the leader of the Discipline Hall of Shenlong Temple who spoke first: "Zhao Duan, long time no see."
Zhao Duan squinted his eyes and looked at this stern monk wearing cassocks with contempt:
"Who are you?"
The expression of the leader of the Discipline Hall froze, and anger surged in his heart, the anger of being ignored and ridiculed!
The two met more than once. Last time, it was during the Buddhist debate. The leader of the Discipline Hall was also present, standing behind Abbot Xuanyin.
It's just that Zhao Duan really has a little impression of this person. Not to mention Prajna, Xuanyin... even Bianji, he remembers it better than this or other leader.
"No need to put on this expression, does it matter whether I remember you or not?"
Zhao Duan sneered, his eyes fell on the young Tianhai again, he was slightly surprised and smiled:
"Hey, you're not dead yet?"
Tianhai's face was expressionless, his fists clenched, and his joints crackled!
Zhao Duan said strangely:
"You are here, why is Nagarjuna missing? Is it because of his status as a Bodhisattva that he cannot leave the capital?
Strange, why did the people of Shenlong Temple ever care about face? Even the abbot is a sneaky and sneaky person who follows the example and follows the example. He doesn't care about the eyes of the world, right? ”
"How dare you, Shuzi!"
"How dare you be rude!"
The other monks were furious and yelled and cursed.
Zhao Duan was too lazy to respond, and looked at the slightly familiar Fa Shen sect and his party. Many of the faces here were familiar, especially Xiong Ba and Little Fatty, who still had an impression:
"The Dharma God Sect is also here, okay, but what about your Dharma God? Is he hiding his head and not daring to show up when he comes, or did Luo Shanhou die last time?"
Xiong Ba, Little Fatty and others looked unkind, but they did not dare to lower their guard at all.
Zhao Duan looked at the generals of Prince Mu's Mansion again. This time they were completely unfamiliar faces, but he recognized the standard saber in the hands of the first general.
"You must be from Prince Mu's Mansion. I am in the capital and have heard of Prince Mu's name for a long time. It is said that he has been suppressed by the border army Zhao Shixiong for many years. But now it seems that he has been secretly communicating with him for a long time.
Why, why not just send that Zhao Shixiong? Or are you? ”
Zhao Duan's tone was joking.
The warriors in Prince Mu’s palace all showed angry expressions, and the general in charge sneered:
"No need to talk too much. Today we are coming from three parties. If you have the skills, you can fight them head-on. If you can't stop them, surrender as soon as possible. Or are you stalling for time?"
Zhao Duan smiled brightly. He stood up slowly and looked at everyone through the barrier of the purple golden bowl:
"Yes, I am just stalling for time. I also admit that with the formations of you people, even if I have entered the world, I will be unable to defeat four hands with two fists, but..."
He pointed at the barrier in front of him, with a provocative smile on his face:
"If you want to take action, just come in."
Come here!
This appearance only made everyone more wary and unpredictable.
"Don't fall into the trap, everyone. This person is definitely bluffing. I don't know what the empress is doing right now, but without further ado, everyone should work together to break this barrier and kill this person!"
The general of Prince Mu's house said in a deep voice. As a general in the army, he acted more vigorously and drew his sword and slashed forward.
With a "clang" sound, the sharp blade struck the air, as if it collided with fine iron, causing a string of sparks to explode.
"Purple gold alms bowl... This is my Buddhist treasure. It is made of an indestructible golden body. If attacks are scattered, it will be extremely difficult to break open.
But the person holding the formation is the weak point. Listen to my order and focus on attacking the area in front of Zhao Thief at the same time, drill out a gap, and then send people to break into it and kill him. The alms bowl has no owner and it will naturally be broken! ”
The serious face of the leader of the Discipline Hall is also full of determination!
Everyone's eyes lit up, thinking that he was worthy of being an eminent monk from Shenlong Temple. Although the three forces did not want to interfere with each other, no one questioned the leader's proposal at the moment.
"I'll kill him!"
A cold voice sounded, and the young man Tianhai stepped out, raised his hand and grabbed it behind him, holding the end of the Six-Way Stick.
Twisting his wrist, with a "chichi" sound, the cloth strips wrapping the six-way staff collapsed, and pieces fell down, revealing a strange six-prism-shaped Zen staff in front of everyone.
Tianhai looked excited. When Zhao Duan personally admitted that he had advanced to the worldly realm, he was determined to be the pioneer in breaking the formation.
Both the magicians from the Dharma God Sect and the Jianghu people in Prince Mu's Palace knew the reputation of "Demon Eye Tianhai" and readily agreed.
Immediately, nearly a hundred killers outside the hospital took action at the same time, each showing their magical powers, using their spells and swords to attack one place in tacit coordination!
"Boom boom boom!"
Amidst the continuous explosions, the purple gold bowl hanging high in the sky trembled, its rotation was disturbed, and the entire barrier was flickering.
Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows and his heart sank slightly, thinking that it would indeed be difficult to hold on for too long with just this thing.
Without the monk's reminder, the group of people would have been able to delay the attack even longer if they dispersed their attacks. However, this greatly shortened the time that this defensive object could withstand.
Of course, even if the Empress has not yet broken through, her current half-step to the realm of a celestial being is enough to fight against these people. Not to mention killing them, it is not a problem to escape intact.
But...
If this promotion is destroyed again, will the weak dragon soul be able to support another attack on the gods in a short period of time?
Thinking of this, Zhao Duan's expression also turned cold. He did not touch the two weapons on the table, but stared straight ahead.
At this moment, with the continuous bombardment, the barrier in front became weaker and weaker, and was gradually torn open into a hole that could only accommodate one person.
A thin young monk with a thick yellow ribbon wrapped around his forehead and holding a six-path stick stepped forward, his body erupted with bright Buddha light, and he opened a golden bell.
With firm steps and slowly, little by little, he "squeezed" in from the barrier!
During the process, Tianhai took off the thick yellow ribbon on his forehead, revealing a unique eye between his eyebrows.
At this moment, there was a majestic indifference in that eye that belonged solely to the gods.
Tianhai approached step by step and said coldly:
"Last time in the great competition between Buddhism and Taoism, you were lucky enough to win. Today, I will teach you who is the true king of the younger generation."
Zhao Duan stared at him with a strange expression and said:
"I didn't expect you to be so obsessed with winning or losing. Doesn't Buddhism teach you to let go of your obsessions? I still remember that you value fairness and justice and like to punish evil and promote good. Now it seems that this statement is not true."
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Tianhai took the last step and completely entered the barrier, with three eyes locked on him:
"The false emperor does evil, and the sycophantic ministers bring disaster. Without you, the emperor and his ministers, it would be fairness and justice that I pursue."
Zhao Duan shook his head, feeling that the young monk had been seriously brainwashed and was hopeless.
His eyes were pitiful and he suddenly smiled:
"It seems that the loss you suffered last time was not enough to make you remember. I heard that you have no father or mother, so I have no choice but to reluctantly teach you a lesson."
He raised his hand and shook it in the air!
"Whoosh——"
In the closed courtyard, a magic weapon jumped up.
After half a year, the Tai'a Divine Sword returned.
(End of chapter)