Distress: Buddhist Prison Jingxuan

Chapter 134 Three Dragons Crying Together
After dozens of days, Jingxuan finally came to the location of the desert clan in the Western Regions according to the map provided by Dao Wuji, although he didn't know where he came from.

It's a pity that on this journey, there is no so-called exotic style, only the feeling of a different prison.

Looking around, I saw a group of people fighting with knives, for the sake of water and survival, anyway, the reasons were all kinds of strange, and the only way to do it was to kill people every day.

This kind of chaos, this kind of disorder, is the ultimate poison that spreads in the desert, it is the ultimate despair that corrupts people's hearts and morals.

"Ah, this feeling seems to bring me back to the Buddha Prison a long time ago."

"Could this be the heart of remembering the past..."

"Western Regions, compared to the Silk Road I saw in my previous life, here...ha..."

The guards around Jingxuan were constantly killing those who were staring at him.

When the knife rises and falls, it is the dissipation of a life, which makes this piece of yellow sand dyed with the most beautiful red.

"kill……!!"

The faces of the people who were slaughtered all around did not show a trace of timidity, but became even crazier.

Holding a sword in his hand, regardless of the damage to his body, he launched wave after wave of death impact towards Jingxuan's place.

"It is said that demons are more terrifying, but people are more terrifying than demons."

"The desire to survive and the fear of death are condensed, and what is born is this twisted thing."

Jingxuan looked at the vagrants who still didn't leave and just wanted to attack his phalanx.

A hint of interest flashed across his face. These people were so contradictory that he couldn't tell whether they were afraid of death or wanted to die.

However, life is rare after all, and death is just a number, and the number will eventually return to zero.

So after a period of time, there was no longer any wandering people in the entire desert.

"A sad place, a sad folkway."

Looking at the mutilated corpses all over the place, Jingxuan calculated carefully, and then he knew how terrifying this place was.

After a slight pause, Jingxuan led the guards and walked into the deepest part.

Unlike the outside, the inside gradually began to have order.

The deeper you go, the more sense of order comes to your face.

When we reached the deepest point, we saw countless tent-like things arranged in a very regular pattern on the desert.

"Well, it's a big difference, it seems that we have reached our destination."

Looking at the life scene in front of him, Jingxuan knew that he had finally reached his destination.

"However, what time is it now? The timeline of Thunderbolt is always chaotic."

"The Yutian Wulong's age has even shown a huge bifurcation. Is reincarnation really a queue?"

"what……"

After thinking about it, Jingxuan became even more confused about the reincarnation mechanism of Yutian Wulong.

Originally, I thought they were the bodies of children who were flexible and possessed without infant wisdom, but the age difference between Xiao Rixiu and drunk Huanglong was too ridiculous.

It's not like directly taking possession of a body and living another life, but it's like a reincarnation, with a front and a back.

At this moment, a figure came from not far away, looked at the thinking Jingxuan, and asked aloud.

"Who are you and why are you here!"

"Oh, majestic, you should be the king of swords in the desert."

"I'm here just to make a deal with you."

Jingxuan looked at the Emperor of Swords in front of him. He didn't know whether it was the Emperor of Swords or "The Emperor of Swords".

My goal will not change with the change of the sword emperor, but it will become difficult and easy.

"Well, what do you want to do? The Desert Clan doesn't take advantage of outsiders."

Hearing the words, the Emperor of Swords frowned, and refused aloud to the person in front of him.

"Ha, the profit is divided into big and small, and the size determines your thinking."

"If you say that I am a little interested in healing your son, what should you do?"

Jingxuan didn't feel any disturbance in his heart when the person in front of him refused, instead he said something abruptly, and then he stared closely at the expression on the face of the sword emperor.

Sure enough, it made him see a problem, this is a "knife emperor" rather than a sword emperor.

Although the guilt is gone in a flash, but for Jingxuan who is proficient in the way of emotions, this emotion is like an ink dot on a white paper, which is surprisingly big and looks sideways.

"Um……"

Hearing the words, the Sword Emperor had an inexplicable look in his eyes, then looked at the person in front of him and asked.

"Why am I so sure what you said is true?"

"Why are you sure, ha, it's just a glimmer of hope, you never want to give up, right?"

"You are the famous sword king, you claim to never be defeated."

"Are you still afraid that I will not succeed in committing a murder in front of you?"

"I am a person who cherishes life very much. Who in this world would take his own life to make fun of? You are right, Emperor of Swords."

After Jingxuan heard the word of caution from the person in front of him, he couldn't help smiling, and made a sound.

"Well... come with me, but only you!"

Hearing the words, the Sword Emperor nodded slightly, and then issued a warning.

"Yes, please..."

There is nothing wrong with Jingxuan's request to the Emperor of Swords. After placing the guards around him, he followed in the footsteps of Emperor of Swords to the deepest point.

The two stood in front of the young man who was practicing saber skills not long after.

"..."

Jingxuan looked at the person in front of him, couldn't help but look at the Emperor of Sword thoughtfully, and then said aloud.

"May I take a closer look."

"Um……"

Hearing the words, the Sword Emperor nodded slightly, signaling Jingxuan to go forward.

"Don't be nervous, just feel the pulse..."

Jingxuan looked at the confused young man, comforted him a bit, and then started the diagnosis.

"Father, who is he?"

The young man looked at Jingxuan who was feeling his pulse, and a trace of doubt flashed across his face, and asked the Emperor Dao who was thinking.

"Jechen, it's okay...this is just a doctor I found for you."

"I have been searching for my father for many years, even if there is a glimmer of hope, I don't want to lose it!"

Hearing the words, the Emperor of Swords only spoke affectionately to the doubtful young man in front of him.

"Oh, I've got a solution..."

"It's just that the Emperor of the Sword may need to take action in a while..."

After Jingxuan took his pulse for a while, he immediately realized where the man's illness was.

Sure enough, this is another game arranged by that boring Grim Reaper.

But like a game that has never been started, the dragon energy has been competing with the power of the god of death.

Usually, it is at a balance point, but if you fight hard, the balance point will be broken, which will lead to this disease.

"What do you mean!"

Hearing the words, the Sword Emperor couldn't help being taken aback, looked at Jingxuan in front of him, and asked aloud.

"It means you're going to fight soon..."

Jingxuan rolled his eyes when he heard the question from the Emperor of Swords. He needed to ask such a simple question again.

Immediately, he took out a compass from his hand, which contained the aura of the Evil Shadow White Emperor and the Blazing Chilin.

However, most of it is the dragon energy of the Evil Shadow White Emperor, and the flaming red lin is just a trace, not for any reason, just afraid of trouble.

Then he suddenly crushed the compass, and two streams of dragon energy quickly penetrated into the body of the person in front of him.

"Knife Emperor, don't die... This is the only time I did a good deed without expecting anything in return."

While Jingxuan still had time, he reminded the dignified Daohuang.

Immediately, his body disappeared into nothingness, and he disappeared, leaving only the Daohuang with a dazed face, still standing here.

"Roar……"

With a sound of alarm, three streams of dragon energy circled into the sky, frightening eight hundred yellow sand roads. However, among the three dragons, one is condensed, one is half-empty, and one is almost invisible.

On the other side, the Emperor of Swords seems to be deep in a dark world.

At this moment, a burst of dazzling light attracted the attention of the sword emperor.

Not far away, three figures were fighting a man in black robe.

"Ok!"

Sensing the power of the opponents, the Sword Emperor couldn't help but frown, and when he saw the figure of one of them, he was surprised.

"That's... Juechen!"

Hastily pulled out the magic knife behind his back, regardless of the danger, intending to help this brother's son who is not a son, but looks like a son.

"The gods of foreign lands, but dare to violate the glory of the poetic sky city, seek their own death, and the three dragons will sing together."

The leader, Zimang Xinghen, who was wearing a battle robe, looked at the person in front of him and scolded angrily.

Immediately, the three of them stood in separate positions, displaying their inexhaustible power, and tore the death god in front of them to pieces in an instant.

At the same time, the drunk Huanglong who led the dragon far away in Xiaolongju, noticed the three dragons singing in unison far away, and couldn't help being shocked.

"Three dragons screaming together, how is this possible!! Could it be that my brother is in danger!"

After saying a word, it quickly turned into a ray of light and rushed towards the place where the three dragons were singing together.

"Three Dragons Cry Together!"

When Mr. Jidao heard the words, he couldn't help being stunned. This sentence is really too terrifying.

"Sir, what is Three Dragons Crying Together?"

After hearing Mr. Jidao's muttering, Xiao Riyu on one side couldn't help but hastily asked. It was really a strange touch in his heart after hearing this word.

"Ha, I'll tell you when you learn something!"

When Mr. Jidao heard the words, he smiled, but his meaning was unclear.

At the same time, where the sword is sealed in the world.

Relying on Jingxuan's arrangement, Dao Wuji, who was already the chairman, also raised his head to look in the distant direction, and couldn't help but wonder.

"Three dragons screaming together, did something happen to Tianzun Huangyin!"

"Ha, but what does this have to do with me..."

"I am just Dao Wuji now, and I will only be Dao Wuji."

After thinking for a while, Dao Wuji suddenly felt that it was meaningless to think about this matter, after all, he would never meet them again.

Yutian Five Dragons are nothing more than four dragons. Poetic Heavenly City is their own home, not their own.

Even if it is Tianxia Fengdao in a difficult situation, it is much better than the poetic Tiancheng.

On the other side, in the ghost forest swamp.

The god of death who was watching Dongfang Yi also felt something in his heart and looked in the direction of the Western Regions.

"Hmm... the Emperor of Swords?"

"Interesting... my unfinished game will end one day."

Seeing that the unfinished story about the Emperor of the Sword on the Year of the Dead Country began to gradually dissipate, and then new words emerged, and the unfinished story was finally complete at this moment.

Jing Xuan, who had already left the Western Regions, saw the yellow light flying towards the Sword Emperor's position from a distance, couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said amusedly.

"It's more lively like this. Love and righteousness are difficult to choose after all."

"Hahahahaha..."

"The son of the sword emperor who has been given high hopes, what choice will you make?"

After saying that, Jingxuan slowly left here with many guards.

(End of this chapter)