Chapter 175 Qin Shoucheng: I will give you a good fortune
"The black air is swirling, and there are big monsters coming out..."
When Qin Shoucheng saw this scene, his face changed suddenly, his voice suddenly raised, and he said hastily:
"Quick, princess, travel on the road!"
The eldest princess did not dare to hesitate. She looked at the deputy general in the tent and ordered directly:
"The troops were divided into two groups, and one group went to the front road to garrison."
"Go all the way to Akina Road to garrison."
"Yes."
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After giving the instructions, the eldest princess no longer hesitated. She stretched out her white fingers and picked up Qin Shoucheng's belt:
"It happened suddenly and I offended you."
After saying that, her body floated up like a rainbow.
As his toes tapped the ground, Qin Shoucheng felt like the world was spinning.
In a flash, it had already appeared half a mile outside the tent.
"Chirp!"
Another scene change.
As the eldest princess rose and fell like a fairy, the two of them headed towards the distant Jiaolu Road where Zeng Anmin was at an extremely fast speed.
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Zeng Anmin sent out a sound signal after using up all his martial arts aura.
His eyes were fixed on the black air flying towards him.
The next moment, a ten-foot-tall Confucian, Taoist, and Dharma image poured out from the body.
"Buzz!!"
Along with the incomparable majesty of Confucianism, Taoism and Dharma, the figures floated up.
Six golden Confucian utensils were also born on the back of the Dharma image.
"The sage said that no monster can invade our human race."
Zeng Anmin looked indifferent at this time.
As his voice sounded.
The Confucian, Taoist and Dharma figure in the sky also slowly opened his eyes.
Zeng Anmin stretched out his hand.
The Dharma sign is also reaching out.
"Buzz!!!"
"嗗～"
The rich black energy was held in the hand of the Dharma image in the air.
The moment when the black energy was grasped in the hands of the Dharma Prime Minister.
Zeng Anmin's face turned red.
He clearly felt that in order to eliminate this black energy.
The Dharma form suspended in the air was like a water pump, frantically absorbing the awe-inspiring righteousness in his sea of consciousness.
"Buzz!!!"
The Dharma form burst out with extremely rich golden light.
The black energy dissipated in an instant.
"Hoo~"
Zeng Anmin gasped.
He stared hard at Bi Xuan in front of him.
"Eh~"
In the mountain road.
Suixuan, who was suspended in the air, softly made a curious sound.
Its lantern-like eyes flashed with doubt:
"Confucianism cultivator?"
"Are you a warrior or a Confucian cultivator?"
His voice was still like the sound of a drum, shaking Zeng Anmin's eardrums.
Zeng Anmin didn't speak.
He just stared at Bi Xuan in front of him.
"Boom, boom, boom~"
His heart was beating extremely fast.
There was no trace of fear on his face.
Bi Xuan raised his eyebrows humanely and looked at Zeng Anmin with interest:
"No wonder I suddenly had the urge to take a trip to the mountains today."
"The original way is not from the disciples of the Xuanzhen Division and these Holy Kingdom soldiers, but from you."
"Since ancient times, there have been no fellow practitioners of Confucianism or martial arts. Come here and let me see what is so special about you."
After saying that, he smiled easily.
He stretched out his sharp claws and lightly hooked one of his fingers.
The next moment.
Countless strands of black energy gush out from it.
It forms an extremely generous hand that covers the sky and the sun.
Slowly, it attacked Zeng Anmin's weak body.
Not fast.
But Zeng Anmin could feel it clearly.
No matter how I dodge, I can't avoid this giant hand...
But, how could he be willing to surrender without mercy? !
Facing the giant hand that looks like doom.
Zeng Anmin didn't have the slightest fear.
His thoughts surged crazily with the awe-inspiring righteousness in his sea of consciousness.
"Buzz!!"
His body also erupted with an extremely dazzling golden light.
"Wat!!"
Zeng Anmin pushed the Confucian and Taoist Qi control methods taught by his father to the extreme.
at the same time.
The huge Dharma form suspended above his head also glowed with golden light.
Behind the Dharma image.
A golden Confucian utensil floated into the hands of the Dharma Prime Minister.
That Confucian weapon is the golden wat!
The wat represents one of the "imperial" arts of Junzi!
And Yu Zhidao's attack methods.
It was created by Confucian sages!
"The sage said: Use your heart to control yourself, use yourself to control others, and use people to control things."
Zeng Anmin's eyes flashed with an extremely intense golden light at this moment.
He stared hard at Bi Xuan in front of him.
"Buzz!!!"
A golden wave floated away from the golden dharma hand above Zeng Anmin's head towards the surroundings.
In the hands of the Dharma Prime Minister, the majestic golden wat shook violently.
"Whoosh!!!"
The surrounding weeds, leaves, and branches were all moved by this wave.
"Stop struggling."
Bi Xuan was floating leisurely in the air.
It folds its arms.
I watched with great interest as Zeng Anmin urged the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism:
"If you were a fourth-grade Confucian cultivator, I would naturally turn around and leave, but if you are only a fifth-grade Confucian cultivator... you are nothing more than an ant."
Zeng Anmin had no time to pay attention to him.
At this time, he was frantically stimulating the great righteousness in his body.
The golden Haoran's righteousness became extremely violent under his urging.
"Buzz~"
Another wave swayed out of the golden wat.
at the same time.
The huge black hand also slowly pressed over.
Colliding with the first wave of awe-inspiring righteousness.
"嗗～"
After the collision.
The golden wave jumped over the black hand and continued to spread in all directions.
The black hand only paused slightly and continued to press towards Zeng Anmin without slowing down.
Zeng Anmin gritted his teeth, and the last trace of awe-inspiring righteousness was spurred out by him.
After the Golden Wat, the third wave also surged outward.
After the wave. The golden Dharma form suspended in the air slowly dissipated.
The six Confucian artifacts also slowly dissipated, turning into golden light spots and returning to Zeng Anmin's sea of consciousness.
The black hand was less than one foot away from Zeng Anmin.
"Buzz~"
The second wave hit Blackhand.
He stopped the black hand for a moment, but then slowly pressed towards Zeng Anmin.
"Buzz!!"
The third golden wave soon followed.
Blackhand paused.
The rich black aura also became much lighter.
But only after a slight pause.
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He pressed towards Zeng Anmin again.
Zeng Anmin raised his head and looked at Black Hand calmly.
At this time, his martial arts aura was exhausted.
The breath of Confucianism and Taoism has also dried up.
The rest is just waiting for the arrival of the black hand.
He has tried his best.
The gap between realms cannot be made up by his best efforts.
He has no regrets.
He waited calmly.
The black hand was already very close to him.
"Next, this black hand pulled me over, and Zhuan Xuan killed me. I locked up my blood due to the [Final Reserve], and then I broke through to the fifth-level breath gathering realm, with fourth-level combat power, and I fought to the death with this piece of shit. A battle.”
Zeng Anmin's eyes became calm.
No matter what, he had already thought it through at this time.
It's just a matter of death.
Even if he dies, he will cut off a piece of flesh from this bitch.
Just...
Zeng Anmin sighed softly.
Back then, my cousin-in-law was a martial arts genius, but he died in the hands of Zhu Xuan.
And because of his failure, he can be considered a genius.
There is also a great possibility of dying in its hands.
This Bi Xuan is also a genius hunter...
"Haha."
Zeng Anmin was amused by himself.
He looked at the black hand with a smile on his face.
"Buzz!!"
The black hand was not surprised at all. After falling, he grabbed Zeng Anmin.
"Hmm~"
Zeng Anmin felt his whole body tighten.
Breathing is a little rough.
The black energy lingering in the black hands made him feel extremely nauseous.
"What Confucian cultivators hate most is this evil spirit."
It was disgust and revulsion coming from the depths of the soul.
"Chirp."
Zeng Anmin was grabbed by black hands and he stood up in the air.
"Unexpectedly, the first time I took off in my life was that I was held by a monster from the demon clan..."
Zeng Anmin chuckled again.
Bi Xuan just looked at him teasingly, and lightly hooked his sharp fingers.
Holding Zeng Anmin's black hand, he slowly flew towards Zan Xuan.
"The sage said: Anyone who offends the demons of our human race will be punished no matter how far away they are."
Just when Zeng Anmin was having fun and enjoying the feeling of flying.
A familiar old man's voice slowly sounded.
The sound was extremely vicissitudes of life and extremely loud.
After Zeng Anmin heard this voice, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Qin Yuan!! I declare that you will be my second father from now on!"
Zeng Anmin's heart suddenly relaxed.
He looked excitedly towards the source of the sound.
Then his behavior became extremely weird.
The master who uttered the mighty, majestic, and vicissitudes of voice just now.
At this time, it was like a wolf-like thin dog being carried in someone's hand...
"Ku~"
Zeng Anmin really couldn't hold back his smile.
On a branch not far away.
The eldest princess was now handsome and wearing light armor.
Even the rich darkness of night could not block the bulging outline of her chest.
In her hand, she was holding Qin Shoucheng's belt.
Qin Shoucheng looked extremely embarrassed.
But his expression was so solemn and majestic...
"Buzz!!!"
An extremely rich green energy emerged from Qin Shoucheng's body.
"Shua!!"
The familiar, huge Confucian and Taoist statue stands like a giant in this mountain forest.
This Confucianism, Taoism and Dharma are intertwined in blue.
Majestic, majestic.
Like a god, he watches the world indifferently.
Although the color is worse than Zeng Anmin’s in appearance.
But the victory is more majestic.
More majestic.
One can't help but admire him.
Open your eyes with the huge Dharma image.
Two huge blue auras of aura struck towards Zeng Anmin.
"Buzz!!"
The giant hand holding Zeng Anmin was like tofu, easily blown away by the awe-inspiring aura.
"Puff~"
The black hand disappears.
Zeng Anmin fell to the ground.
"Take it easy, Qin Yuan!"
Zeng Anmin grinned from the fall. He rubbed his head, which was a little dazed from the fall, and limped towards Qin Shoucheng and the eldest princess.
However, everyone's attention was not on him.
Qin Shoucheng was also placed on the ground by the eldest princess at this time.
He stood in an extremely dignified posture, looking leeringly at Bi Xuan, who was suspended in the air.
"Zi Xuan, you actually came here in person?"
Qin Shoucheng's voice was filled with indifference.
"The fourth grade of Confucianism and Taoism."
Zan Xuan did not answer, but just stared at Qin Shoucheng, his originally joking eyes turning serious.
"I will not quarrel with you!"
After saying that, Xuan Xuan, who was suspended in the air, turned around and headed out at high speed.
Just...
"Your Highness, how about I give you a blessing?!"
The corners of Qin Shoucheng's mouth raised slightly and he slowly raised his arms.
At the same time, the cyan giant dharma image in the sky also slowly raised its arm.
Aiming at Xuan Xuan who was flying out of the mountains and forests.
(End of chapter)