Back to the early Tang Dynasty to be a fairy

On the road between Nether Santu River and Wushi City, a group of expressionless black soldiers were waving their weapons, fighting fiercely with a group of monks in gray robes.

Although almost all of these monks are practicing monks, and except for a few people, most of the rest are eminent monks at the level of Buddhist arhats, and even a considerable number of them are earth immortals at the level of Bodhisattvas. Comparable to Xiandu, it can be said that they are not powerful; while most of the black armored soldiers on the opposite side only have the strength of building foundations, even those strong ones are only at the Arhat level. It cannot be compared with these great monks.

However, these black soldiers are not afraid of death, even if they deliberately create a chance to die together, they will drag the monks on the opposite side to die together, and the number of them is constant, and the old group has not all fallen yet. , a new batch has rushed out of the dead city wielding weapons...

"Emperor Buddha!"

Monk Song knocked down a black armored soldier who was rushing towards him with his fangs and claws, and with the power of the palm still remaining, he punched a deep pit in the opponent's chest.

But this injury, which is fatal even if it is placed on a practitioner, does not seem to have caused much damage to the black armored soldier. After rolling his body on the ground twice, he got up again and continued to swing Holding the weapon, he charged towards Monk Song.

Monk Song knocked the opponent into the air again, and then turned to look at the wise monk who was covered in bruises under Kong Qingfei's sword.

"There are more and more people rebelling now, Emperor Buddha, you are extremely wise, quickly think of a way... let Prince Jiancheng control these moving corpses!"

"Hahaha……"

Before the wise monk could speak, the white-clothed Taoist Qing Weizi who was fighting him suddenly spoke.

"Monk Song, what you said is really embarrassing Master Wisdom, and the Knights of the Black Blade are not subordinates of his Fa Huazong. How do you ask him to solve this matter?"

Following the voice, Kong Qing, a Taoist priest in white, suddenly took two steps back, and as soon as he grasped the flying Guchen sword, his eyes became sharp in an instant.

"Great monk Wisdom, now that your golden body is broken, I want to see how you take this sword!"

The next moment, I saw Kong Qing's sword-holding hand waved flatly in the direction of the wise old monk!
"Xuanyuan suit is too empty!"

Swish!
After a soft sound, a white-golden sword light shot out from the ancient dust sword in Kong Qing's hand, like a torrent of history, with a majestic momentum, towards the wise old monk whose golden body had been cut by Kong Qing flew over.

"Ugh!"

Seeing the huge platinum sword energy in front of him, the wise old monk's face showed an expression of relief or regret. He clasped his hands together and sighed softly.

"Unfortunately, the old monk will never see the great prosperity of Buddhism..."

puff!
The white-gold sword light flashed across the wise old monk's body, and then went all the way backwards, entangled several black armored soldiers behind him, and those monks who couldn't leave in time and those soldiers They were all cut into two sections, and then they flew over the Santu River and disappeared into the depths of the Netherworld.

Swish!
Just when Master Wisdom's soul had just appeared, a golden light flashed, and his soul that had just emerged from his body disappeared.

"The Emperor Buddha actually..."

After seeing the wise old monk being cut off by Kong Qing's sword, Monk Song immediately let out an exclamation.

"how can that be!"

"What is impossible!"

As soon as Monk Song finished speaking, he heard Kong Qing's voice from beside him.

"Pindao spent several years of hard work, throwing the entire Netherworld as a bait to you, and finally led you Buddhist masters into this deadlock, how could you come back..."

"..."

After hearing Kong Qing's words, Monk Song immediately had an unbelievable look on his face.

"It turns out that all of this is because of you, Qingwei... No, it's impossible, how old are you, how could it be possible to spend a few years arranging the Netherworld to lure us into the bait, and..."

Speaking of this, Monk Song's gaze has already fallen on Li Jiancheng who is on the side.

"Didn't the Netherlands be built by the crown prince using the divine sword in his hand as a guide to lead the Yinlands of Shenzhou into Huangquan one by one, and then merged them?"

"Of course!"

Hearing Monk Song's justification, the corners of Kong Qing's mouth suddenly turned up slightly.

"If it weren't for Li Jiancheng's usefulness in opening up the Netherworld, how could the poor Taoist have given the Frostmourne... Frostmourne Excalibur to him!"

"What did you say, Yaodao?"

After hearing Kong Qing's words, Li Jiancheng, who was waving the Frost Lament Excalibur in vain, suddenly turned his head to look at him in surprise, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

"The Divine Sword of Frost Lamentation was given to Gu by you...Impossible, this sword was given to Gu by God, and has nothing to do with you!"

"God gave you...hehe!"

As soon as Li Jiancheng finished speaking, Kong Qing looked at him with unclear eyes, then chuckled, and pointed to the two-handed long sword in his hand that was shining with blue light.

"You can ask Frostmourne yourself, whether it was given to you by the gods or by the poor... Oh! The poor have forgotten, now that Frostmourne has abandoned you, even if you want to follow me It communicates, and it ignores you!"

"What nonsense are you talking..."

After hearing Kong Qing's words, a flustered expression flashed across Li Jiancheng's face.

"Gu and Frost Lament Excalibur are one, Gu is its destined master, how could it ignore Gu!"

"Your... hehe!"

Kong Qing smiled slightly, and then slowly took a step towards Li Jiancheng and Monk Song.

"Li Jiancheng, now Pindao will tell you the real truth!"

"fact……"

Looking at Kong Qing who was walking forward, Li Jiancheng felt a little scared in his heart, he took a step back involuntarily, and spoke.

"What fact?"

"..."

For Li Jiancheng's question, Kong Qing did not answer directly, but showed a mysterious smile at him, then stretched out his hand forward, beckoned at him, and said to himself.

"Come back, Frostmourne!"

As soon as the words fell, Li Jiancheng felt that the Frostmourne Excalibur in his hand broke free in an instant. Although he tried hard to hold the hilt and tried to stop the other party from leaving, it was completely useless. Frostmourne was still a Little by little, it was separated from his hand, as if there was a powerful invisible man holding the sword body opposite him, competing with him for this divine sword.

Every time the hilt of the sword was separated from his hand, Li Jiancheng felt a sense of loss in his heart, as if a part of him also fell off his body along with the long sword.

A few seconds later, the blue two-handed sword was completely detached from Li Jiancheng's hand, and then flew straight to Kong Qing's outstretched palm, and obediently handed his sword hilt into the opponent's palm.

Swish!
As Kong Qing held the handle of Frostmourne, a circle of light blue light also appeared from the two of them, and then spread to the surroundings, sweeping away all the undead and ghosts present. living.

"Li Jiancheng, the fact that Pindao said is..."

Holding Frostmourne in his hand, Kong Qing pointed forward like a certain person, and deliberately said in a low voice.

"This Frostmourne has always belonged to the poor Taoist from the beginning to the end, and you are just a poor Taoist in order to use the dragon energy on your body to open up the netherworld, so it is temporarily handed over to you for use. The rest of the Buddhist monks have also been dragged into the water by you, and have become cults wanted by the court... The general situation is set, you are useless!"

"No!"

After hearing Kong Qing's words, Li Jiancheng shook his head and let out a panicked cry.

"You're talking nonsense... The Divine Sword of Frost Lamentation was bestowed on Gu by God, and Gu is the God-appointed Lord of the Netherworld, the King of All Ghosts..."

"Lord of the nether world, king of all ghosts...hahaha!"

As soon as Li Jiancheng finished speaking, Kong Qing, who was holding Frostmourne in his hand, sneered.

"Li Jiancheng, Pindao tells you another fact. Only those who hold Frostmourne are liches... No, Lord of the Netherworld, King of All Ghosts! If you don't believe me, Pindao will let you take a look!"

As he spoke, Kong Qing raised Frostmourne in his hand, and shouted loudly towards the Ebon Blade knights in front of him.

"Knights of the Black Blade Knights, now pledge your allegiance to your new king!"

"No! Impossible..."

As soon as Kong Qing's voice fell, he heard Li Jiancheng already retreating, shaking his head, and said hastily.

"They won't listen to you, because Gu is the destined lord of the underworld, the king of all ghosts!"

Before Li Jiancheng finished speaking, a Taoist priest wearing a black Taoist robe and carrying a rune sword appeared beside them in a flash.

"Zuo Youxian, you came just in time..."

After seeing this Taoist priest appear, Li Jiancheng seemed to have found a savior. He hurriedly pointed to Kong Qing and said to the Taoist priest.

"Hurry up and use the flying sword to kill the demon Qingwei!"

"..."

Then, Li Jiancheng saw Zuo Youxian look at him expressionlessly with cold blue eyes, then turned around on his own, and with a plop, fell on one knee in front of Kong Qing.

"Zuo Youxian sees the Ghost King!"