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Chapter 451 Look at the Buddha’s face without looking at the monk’s face

At night, the four changed their clothes and disguised themselves as ordinary farmers and set out on the road again.

They got out of the woods at night and continued to rush westward under Qiye's guidance. The darkness around them was like thick ink, which seemed to swallow them up.

Time passed by quietly in a hurry. The four of them hurried on their way and before they knew it, they had walked more than twenty miles!

The moon was already at its highest point in the sky, and on the path in the wild, the grass was lush and green, and everything was silent!

call……

A night breeze blew by, the grass swayed, and the insects chirped suddenly, non-stop and especially loud!

"Whoosh..."

The rapid breathing mixed with the heavy footsteps, although deliberately suppressed, was still clearly audible!
Qiye bit his teeth and walked in the narrow path covered by weeds, sweating profusely! The bright moonlight poured down, casting a strange mist over the wilderness, and also rendering his tired and resolute face extremely pale!

Ouch…

Suddenly, a shrill wolf howl was heard in the distance, but strangely, it stopped abruptly as soon as it sounded, as if it was an illusion!
But Qiye and the other three stopped immediately, their faces full of solemnity, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Shura used all his eyesight to look over the direction of the sound...

I saw three people on the wild hillside four or five miles away.

A great monk was holding Buddhist beads, silently reciting scriptures, with a faint sacred Buddha light emanating from his body. He solemnly prayed for the afterlife for the blood mud in front of him...

Beside him stood an old Taoist priest with a wooden sword on his back and his hands on a dustpan. He looked at the pale-faced young general who was walking back like a dragon and a tiger, with a helpless look on his face. His lips moved as if he was saying something...

The fair-faced young general was holding two gilded hammers, with blood dripping from them. From Shura's direction, he could only see his back, not his face or expression...

Shura was not unfamiliar with these three people. They were the guests from Juxian Hall who participated in the siege at the wedding hall before!

Shura was shocked at once. These three people were all great Yin Shen cultivators, unfathomable and with few rivals in the world. They were far beyond their ability to deal with. Then, not daring to be negligent, he withdrew his gaze and reminded Qiye and the others to leave quickly.

But at this moment, the white-faced young general suddenly turned around, his eyes flashed, and shot out two inch-long, lightning-like, blood-red divine lights, which immediately made the ten-foot void in front of him distorted and shining!

His gaze was like a bloody scimitar, instantly piercing through the layers of night. From a distance, it collided with Shura's gaze. His stern expression immediately melted like an iceberg, revealing a hint of surprise, like a whisper, but Shura knew what he meant by looking at his lips. He was saying, "We meet again..."

Shura was horrified and turned around and shouted, "It's Mu Dao Ren, General Feilong, and Monk Fa Ming from Juxian Hall. They have discovered us. Let's go..."

Before he finished speaking, he leaped up, stirring up a monstrous demonic energy, sweeping towards the three people from Juxian Hall like a hurricane...

The Hungry Ghost and Wu Jian looked at each other, and then the Hungry Ghost summoned the magic sword, transformed into a sword shadow that held up the sky, and followed Shura with a fearless attitude...

"don't want……"

Qiye understood their thoughts and his eyes suddenly turned red with anger!

Wu Jian desperately held Qi Ye back: "Let's go, don't let Shura and the others' sacrifice go to waste..."

He set up a light of escape, wrapped Qiye up, and fled in the opposite direction...

Boom...

The fierce spiritual light tore through the sky and illuminated the dark night sky, but it was only a flash in the pan and ended completely, just like lightning splitting the sky. Although it was dazzling, it only lasted for a moment!

Wu Jian, who had already escaped several miles, suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and was filled with endless sorrow. He knew that the battle there was over, and the fate of Shura and the other two was also...

Qiye was also sad, distraught, and filled with regret...

call out……

Three dazzling streams of light cut through the sky and appeared behind Wu Jian's escaping light. They were neither hurried nor slow, as if they were strolling in a garden. It was obvious that they had some strength left, but they were just following from a distance. A voice was heard from afar: "Sage Lord Qiye, if you want to know the whereabouts of your mother and Miss Xiaoqian, please surrender..."

When Qiye heard this, he was shocked, as if his heart was hit hard by a heavy hammer, and huge waves surged in an instant.

For a moment, anger, anxiety, worry and other emotions were intertwined like a tangled mess, making his eyes bloodshot and his whole body trembling.

"Wu Jian, stop!" He clenched his fists, scratched his palms, and shouted angrily with a cold voice. His face was gloomy, like an ice volcano about to erupt.

"Holy Lord..."

It doesn't stop, his expression is sad, and his tone is pleading!
He knew very well that if he stopped, Qiye would surely face death!
Whether it is for revenge or his inherent responsibility as one of the Four Sages of the Demon Palace, he cannot give up and let Qiye fall into the tiger's mouth!
"I command you to stop!"

Qiye was screaming at the top of his lungs, he was extremely angry!

Wu Jian couldn't help but feel sad. He knew in his heart that he couldn't influence Qiye's will, but he was stubborn and refused to obey. He just silently accelerated the burning of his origin to make the escape light faster. As long as he could escape, he would rather Qiye hate him, or even settle the score with him later!

"Seven Nights Saint Lord, for the sake of Fellow Daoist Zhang, I will give you one more chance. We will be waiting for you in Honghe Town. Your mother, Miss Xiaoqian, and your two capable men, whether they live or die, all depends on your decision!"

The old Taoist said from a distance. Then, three streams of light turned and flew away...

"Stop it."

Qiye said hoarsely.

Wu Jian looked back, obeyed silently, and fell from the air.

As the light faded away, he immediately spat out a mouthful of hot blood and collapsed to the ground.

"How's it going? Are you okay?"

Qiye squatted down, his eyes full of concern.

"It's okay, it's just that you've consumed too much magic power. You just need to take a rest." Wu Jian shook his head, pretending to be relaxed and comforted.

But in fact, he lied!
Burning of the origin means burning of life. Even if you are lucky enough to escape this disaster in the future, your cultivation will be reduced to one tenth of what it was, and there will be no hope of recovery in your lifetime. You will be trapped in the torment of pain for the rest of your life!
Qiye stared at Wujian for a long time, until a trace of panic flashed in his eyes and he began to feel at a loss. Then he withdrew his gaze and said, "It's good that you're okay. Take a rest and go find Dahu and the others..."

Wu Jian's face changed: "The Holy Lord is going to Honghe Town..."

"Ok!"

Qiye nodded: "My mother and the others are in the hands of those people, I can't just sit there and watch!"

Wu Jian said anxiously: "You are like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth..."

"I want to go too!" Qiye was firm and resolute!
"Then what should we do? What about the revenge for the destruction of the Demon Palace? Did the Imperial Master and his men die in vain?!"

At this time Wu Jian didn't care about hierarchy and could not help but ask sadly!

"sorry!"

Qiye apologized sadly!

He knew that it was the sacrifice of the National Master and others that saved his life, but now his biological mother and the love of his life were in crisis, how could he remain indifferent!

Wu Jian fell into complete despair and could not help muttering to himself: "The Saint King is about to die, what hope do we have? Well, rather than falling into the hands of those righteous people and suffering torture in the future, it is better to end my life now..."

As he said that, he raised his hand, squeezed out the last bit of magic power, and slapped it hard on the head...

"No..."

Qiye immediately reached out to stop him.

He desperately grabbed Wu Jian's arm and yelled, "Calm down..."

"I'm very calm..." Wu Jian looked at Qi Ye indifferently. The magic light continued to flash on his hand that was in a stalemate with him, reflecting the dead silence in his eyes!
"I'm not really going to die..."

Qiye explained: "I plan to seek help from Yan Chixia and others. For Ning Caichen's sake, they will definitely come to rescue my mother!"

"Really?"

Some light returned to Wu Jian's eyes, and the magic light in his hand also dissipated.

"Of course, this is the only way to save my mother and the others at the moment. There is no need for me to lie to you!" Qiye said!
"Then you should contact Yan Chixia and the others as soon as possible!" Wu Jian urged.

Qiye then forcibly mobilized the Yin Spirit, releasing a trace of mental power, stirring up the essence of heaven and earth, and condensing a dark night demon butterfly.

Then, with a thought, the demon butterfly flapped its wings and flew away with his thoughts...

Qiye's throat was surging, his face turned red and then pale, and he was a little shaky. It was obvious that he had suffered a great backlash!

"Are you okay?"

Wu Jian said with concern.

"I can still hold on." Qiye shook his head and said, "You should leave quickly too, go find Dahu and the others. If..."

“No ifs!”

Wu Jian interrupted hurriedly and added: "I will accompany you. When Yan Chixia and the others arrive, I will leave!"

"Ugh……"

Qiye sighed, didn't insist, sat down, closed his eyes and rested...

(End of this chapter)