Great Song catcher

Chapter 428
I have eaten Central Plains food for a long time.

Leng Buding is eating exotic food, but it has a special flavor.

The four of them ate all the food served by the store, and then drank a glass of fresh goat's milk each.

While the four of them were eating, footsteps came from outside.

Nangong Xiang shook his head and said, "I'm afraid there will be no peace again for a while."

"I don't think so, the people here can't figure out our details, so they may not dare to take action against us." Wen Ruyu said: "Besides, this ancient town is located in a remote place, even if the Moro Sect wants to lay an ambush here, it may not be able to We were expected to be traveling day and night."

"Play by ear, if they don't trouble us, we don't need to tear ourselves apart with them. If they really do it, then we don't have to be polite."

Nie Feng drank all the goat milk in the cup, and a faint but biting killing intent emanated from his body.

Jiang Xingyun glanced at him, seemingly unintentionally said: "You seem to be very murderous recently."

"Have it?"

Nie Feng frowned.

After a while, I felt overwhelmed, and found that what Jiang Xingyun said seemed to be true.

He is not a murderer, but since he escaped from the Qilin Palace, his murderous intent seems to be increasing day by day. Coupled with the bloody battles in the past few days, his hands have been stained with a lot of blood, which has subtly influenced him before he knew it. mind.

"Your kung fu is pretty evil. If it's not when your life is at stake, it's best not to use it." Wen Ruyu also said: "It should be an authentic magic technique. If you use it too much, it may affect your mind."

Nie Feng nodded silently, and said: "I understand, after I killed Murong Yan last time, I felt something was wrong, but I didn't notice it until now. It's only you who are watching. It seems that I was still affected by this martial art."

Just when everyone is talking.

A few people from the Western Regions dressed in fire pattern robes walked in.

Seeing the clothes they were wearing, Nie Feng was startled.

Zoroastrianism!
These few people from the Western Regions are members of the Zoroastrian Cult of the Western Regions!

It can be seen from the fire-pattern robes they wear, that only Zoroastrians would wear this kind of clothes.

The leader walked up to Nie Feng, put his right hand on his left chest, bowed and said, "Young Master Nie, may I ask where the Holy Maiden is now?"

"Saint?"

Nie Feng played with the copper cup in his hand and said, "Who is your saint?"

"There is an old saying in Central China, which is called Ming people don't speak dark words. Presumably a few of you know our identity. Now that the Zoroastrian Cult has no leader, the saint has practiced the magic skills of the ninth level of the Divine Fire Order. She could have brought the Zoroastrian Cult to the light again. But she abandoned her people, we need to welcome her back!"

"If I remember correctly, she should have left your Zoroastrianism. The previous Zoroastrian saint took her own life to remove her status as a saint. Now she is no longer a member of your Zoroastrianism."

Nie Feng's palm exuded a scorching breath, and the copper cup in his hand melted instantly, turning into a pool of flowing iron juice, which melted the surface of the wooden table.

Seeing Nie Feng's method, a man from the Western Regions changed his face suddenly, and shouted in a low voice: "Shenhuo Order!"

He also thought that Nie Feng's inner strength mentality was Shenhuoling martial arts.

"Since you said that the saint has left the Zoroastrianism, then she should also return what the Zoroastrianism gave her!" The man from the Western Regions showed greed in his eyes, "This divine fire order is a unique skill that our Zoroastrianism does not pass on. If it is given to you, you must keep the mind of Shenhuo Ling and abolish your martial arts."

"Abandoning martial arts?"

Nie Feng chuckled a few times.

The next moment, the person had disappeared.

A flash of uneasiness flashed through the heart of the person who spoke just now. Immediately, he felt some warmth in his neck. He subconsciously touched it with his hand, and found that his fingertips were covered with blood. Then, his head rolled to the ground, lumpy like a ball. Roll out into the street.

Nie Feng's right hand was shining with scorching fire, and he looked at those Western Regions men with a murderous look, and said, "Now do you still want me to abolish my martial arts?"

"you……"

A man from the Western Regions looked at the dead body of his companion, and although he was angry in his heart, he didn't dare to take revenge.

Their cultivation bases were not much different from each other. Since Nie Feng was able to decapitate that person with one move, he could also decapitate his own with one move. He hadn't lived enough.

"You don't need to abolish your martial arts." The leader said: "But you must call out the mentality of the Shenhuo Order. It is the mentality of our Zoroastrianism, and you can't possess it alone."

"God Fire Order?"

Nie Feng sneered and said, "Are your eyes blind, or are they not growing at all? Who told you that the martial art I practice is the Divine Fire Order?"

The voice fell.

Nie Feng activated the power of the Nine Suns Divine Art, and eight rounds of dazzling scorching suns immediately appeared behind him, and the whole dining place suddenly turned into a sea of ​​flames. The depths of the desert were already extremely hot, but now it became even more like a furnace.

Under the tyrannical Jiuyang Zhenqi, those people had no strength to resist at all, they were directly pushed back by the Zhenqi, smashed through the wall next to them and flew out.

"What a strong inner force!"

At the same time, a voice came from outside.

A big man in his forties came in from the outside.

The upper body is bare and muscular, the bronze skin is shining, and the nine ring scars on the top of the head are even more eye-catching.

Buddhist master!

When Nie Feng saw this big man, he immediately raised his vigilance.

This master of Buddhism is not comparable to those few Fire Worshipers. Among the monks that Nie Feng has met, this big man is even stronger than Zen Master Du Yuan of Baima Temple.

Absolute master!
"Poor monk Kongming, I have seen you all."

After the great monk walked in, he clasped his hands together and saluted eleven.

"The master is polite!"

Nie Feng and the others also stood up and returned the salute.

"I didn't expect there to be such a master in such a small place!" Nie Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to recall who this person is in his mind. A person with his cultivation level, no matter where he is, must be Neither will be anonymous.

But Nie Feng picked out all the famous monks he knew in his mind, and there was no one who could match up with the person in front of him.

Could it be that this person is really a hidden master?
Although there are not many such people, they might appear at any time.

What they practice martial arts is not to fight for power, but to strengthen their bodies, but their skills cannot be faked.

"This place is far away from worldly disputes, and there are no swords and swords. It is suitable for self-cultivation and enlightenment of Buddhism." The great monk said: "However, you should not come here."

"We will compensate for the losses here."

Nangong Xiang took out a silver ingot from his pocket and put it on the table.

"The benefactor misunderstood."

The great monk shook his head and said, "I'm not referring to the losses here, but that you will increase your crimes in vain if you come here."

"We don't want to kill people, but there are people who rush to be killed. People like them will only harm more people if they stay in the world. Didn't the Buddha also say that in the past, my Buddha's compassion also has the vajra's angry eyes. When one person saves ten thousand people, it is not for killing, but for benevolence and righteousness."

Wen Ruyu turned around and walked outside, saying: "I'll deal with some of them, master wait."

Every step of Wen Ruyu's feet grew lotuses, and the emerald green poisonous light also spread away, and immediately entangled the Moluo sects who were rushing outside!
This time, there were hundreds of Moro believers who came here.

Everyone is armed with a machete.

Nie Feng felt very strange, they knew they were relying on these people, they couldn't stop themselves and others, why did they send people over again and again, and Nie Feng looked very carefully, this time there were no masters in the state of ecstasy, Could it be that Master Moro just wanted to kill others like himself?
"It's them?"

But when the great monk saw these people, his expression changed, and he said to Wen Ruyu, "Benefactor Wen must not use poison to kill them, just take the weapon from their hands and kill them with a machete! "

Wen Ruyu was about to use poison to kill these people completely, but after hearing the words of the great monk, he was stunned for a moment. He thought that the great monk would stop him, but who knew that the great monk just asked him to kill people with weapons instead of It's not about not killing people.

Between the differences, two saber lights cut down like lightning!

Wen Ruyu dissipated the poison kung fu, dodged the blade sideways, and then took the scimitar from the two people's hands with a move of Shuanglong Seize the Pearl, and then followed up with another move to slit the throats of the two people.

"Remember, don't use your own internal strength to kill people. I will explain the reason to you later."

While the great monk was speaking, those people were divided into two groups, one group with a small number of people targeted Wen Ruyu, and the other group with a large number of people rushed towards the house.

Nie Feng and the others had already been reminded by the Great Monk. Anyway, these people couldn't do anything to them, so instead of using their own skills, they used foreign martial arts one after another, grabbed the blade in the opponent's hand, and started to kill.

Although the great monk seemed to be a disciple of Buddhism, his skills were not weak at all. When he fought against those Moluo sect members, he relied entirely on his own strength.

The siege of nearly a hundred people was solved by Nie Feng and the others in less than a meal.

In fact, these people didn't need to spend such a long time at all, but due to the reason of the great monk, they didn't use their own internal strength, but just used the sharpness of their weapons to kill people, so some time was wasted.

Looking at the corpses all over the floor, the great monk shook his head slightly and said, "This is not a place to talk, come with me."

With that said, the great monk walked outside.

Nie Feng and the others looked at each other, and finally decided to follow him to see what he wanted to do.

Soon, they came to the temple at the end of the ancient town.

Said it was a temple.

In fact, it is a slightly larger house.

Far less magnificent than Buddhist temples.

A faint scent of sandalwood lingers in the room.

A young monk came over to serve tea, and then withdrew again.

"Master, this disciple has a good foundation, and I'm afraid he will become a master in the future." Looking at the figure of the young monk, Wen Ruyu said calmly.

"His roots are indeed good, but now is not the time to pass on his martial arts." The great monk said.

At this time, Jiang Xingyun said: "Why did the master prevent us from using our internal strength to fight against the enemy?"

"Do the benefactors think that the people of the Moro religion are dead?"

"Of course he died!"

Nangong Xiang frowned and said, "When I slashed, I always went for the vital points. Some of their heads were chopped off. How could I not die?"

"otherwise."

But the great monk shook his head and said: "In fact, half of them are not dead, even those whose heads have been cut off will grow a new head again."

"What does it mean?"

Several people looked at each other, which was a bit unbelievable.

"It means literally."

The great monk said: "The reason why the Moluo religion can run amok is because the leader of the Moluo religion has a marvelous skill called the God of Nine Regrets!"

"Nine Regrets?"

Nie Feng thought for a moment, never heard of such a centipede.

However, there are tens of millions of miraculous achievements in the world, and it is normal to not recognize them all.

"This set of Nine Regrets is actually not a powerful martial art, but it only has two characteristics. One characteristic is that it has a very strong self-healing power. After successful cultivation, it is almost impossible to die, even if the head is chopped off. It can be reborn, but it also depends on chance, among those people just now, at least [-]% of them can come back to life, in addition to this, there is another characteristic that is immunity to exercises."

"Immunity to exercises?"

Nie Feng collected his words, then recalled what he had said before, and said with a little gain: "The master means that they have practiced this kind of martial arts, and they are immune to our internal strength, that is to say, our martial arts will not Harm them?"

"In theory." The great monk shook his head and said, "Like Mr. Wen's poison kung fu just now, if he uses poison kung fu to kill those people, then if he can survive, the next time he meets Mr. The poison technique you performed this time won't work anymore."

"how can that be?"

Wen Ruyu exclaimed in shock.

"This is the terrifying aspect of the Divine Jue of Nine Regrets." The great monk said with lingering fear: "Back then when I fought with the right envoy of the Mara Sect, I smashed his internal organs with the Vajra Palm, and he died tragically under my palm on the spot. .”

"But not long after, I met him again. That time I almost died in his hands, and I hit him seventeen vajra palms consecutively, without causing any harm to him, as if I hit cotton. "

"After that, I interviewed the masters, and only then did I learn about the Nine Regrets God Art. If you use your own skills to kill them, it's okay if you die completely. If you come back to life, you will face them in the future. It’s like being helpless.”

"That's why I asked you to use weapons to kill them as much as possible."

"But anyone who has joined the Moro Sect has practiced the Nine Regrets, so you must be careful when you meet people from the Moro Sect in the future." The great monk instructed.

Nie Feng recalled Xiang Jueming, and the Moluo sects who were killed by them along the way.

I'm afraid some people have become immune to their kung fu.

"How can there be such evil martial arts in this world?" Nangong Xiang said: "Is there no way to solve it?"

"At least not for the time being, unless there is a magic weapon to survive the calamity, maybe with the help of the power of the calamity above, those people can be beheaded."

(End of this chapter)