Guarding the mortal world for 300 years, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 88 Knowing how to transform King Kong, I wish Yunshan to return

"Ten days later, in Luoshui outside the city, at Yunting Xiaozhu, three or five great masters will gather together, with tea and thin wine, I hope you will come."

There are only a few words on the letterhead, and this invitation is indeed a bit light.

In Zhang Li's view, Huang Xianyu's tea and bouillon far surpassed those luxurious banquets in the mundane world.

Perhaps this is the way the strong get along with each other.

To make tea and drink wine, you need the right people.

You can go and see the gathering of the Great Master Realm.

He put away the letter paper, turned his head, and looked at Yu Mengmeng and Qingyue who were calming down in the small courtyard and stood respectfully.

Not to mention, the little girl Yu Mengmeng can make good tea.

……

Three hundred miles to the north of Luojing, the imperial capital of Zhao.

Crow Mountain.

Even if the imperial capital is prosperous, it cannot radiate to the deserted cliffs three hundred miles away.

The peace of the Great Zhao Kingdom will not affect the turmoil in this wilderness.

Anyone who has been walking the Northwest Commercial Road all year round knows that bandits are resident on Luanya Mountain, and if they are ordered, they may be intercepted.

At this time, on the top of Luanya Mountain, in front of a large wooden village, a young monk wearing a moonlight monk's robe folded his hands and walked slowly.

He has a calm face, lowered eyebrows, and moves slowly.

It seemed that he was prostrating devoutly.

"Hey, here's a monk?" In front of the cottage, a man with a long knife in his hand and a bearded man wrapped in a leather robe muttered, dragging his knife to meet him.

"Monk with thin skin and tender flesh, is this the wrong way?" Another thirty-year-old warrior with a steel fork in his hand grinned, showing his sparse yellow teeth.

These words made the big man's eyes light up.

"Grandma's, I haven't tasted good meat for a long time." The big man raised his knife slightly, and his steps were a little faster.

"Monk, this is not a place for him to ask for alms." The thirty-year-old warrior shouted in a low voice, pushing his long fork towards the white-clothed monk's chest.

The long fork hit the monk's chest with a "bang", but it seemed to hit the defeated leather.

The warrior in his thirties was stunned for a moment, the big man with the long knife had already taken a step away, stood two steps away from the monk, raised the long knife, and slashed down fiercely.

"when--"

The long knife cut on the back of the monk's neck.

The neck that was supposed to be broken with a single blow not only didn't hurt at all, but instead broke the fine steel long knife, and the broken blade flew up to ten feet high.

The palm of the big man holding the knife trembled, and his eyes fell on the monk's neck.

A piece of blue-black scales covered it, and a faint white mark slowly disappeared on it.

"Demon, demon..."

He just raised his voice, but he felt pain in his chest and abdomen, and his whole body seemed to be exhausted all at once.

Slowly lowering his head, he saw a black scaled claw withdraw from his chest and hold a beating heart tightly.

"Snapped."

The heart was crushed and burst, and blood was splashed everywhere. The young monk's face and the moon-white monk's robe were covered with blood.

The big man's body went limp, and he fell to the ground, losing his breath.

"You, you are not human..."

The thirty-year-old warrior holding a long fork looked pale, and the long fork in his hand was desperately pushed forward.

Monk Qingran whose palms had turned into scaly claws slowly turned his head, his eyes were red.

"You mean, the poor monk is a demon?"

As soon as the words fell, he shattered the long fork with one claw, and with a movement, he rushed in front of the thirty-year-old warrior, pressing his scaled claws on his forehead.

"Bam—"

The head was directly shattered.

Red and white splashes.

The bloody aura dissipated, and Monk Zhuan Ran took a deep breath, with black demon patterns climbing up his face.

"when--"

"when--"

The bronze bell hanging at the gate of Muzhai was rang desperately, and the panicked bandits rushed out with messy weapons in their hands, and then ran away in a panic.

"Demon—"

"That's a demon—"

Monk Liao Ran clasped his palms together in front of his chest, and whispered in his mouth.

"Poor monk, is it a demon?"

His figure turned into a phantom and rushed into the cottage.

Strong blood energy wafts through the cottage.

The screams and wailing sounded together.

Half an hour later, at the gate of the cottage, the blood-soaked Monk Lian walked out slowly, stepping on the warm blood flowing.

Standing at the gate of the cottage, he stopped in his tracks.

In front of him stood a bony monk with long eyebrows and white beard, wearing a loose robe.

The monk's face is covered with yellow-brown age spots, his eyes are also cloudy, and his body is bent.

A string of pale gold beads was held in the hands of the old monk.

"Preside over the abbot."

Knowing that the monk whispered.

The abbot of the Xuankong Temple, Kongwen, is a congenital great master, who suppressed the thirteen masters of the magic way, and transformed into a Dharma protector King Kong.

Among the great masters in the world, there are few ascetic monks.

"Of course, you let me down."

Kong Wen looked at the monk clearly, his face was calm, and his words were cold.

"Among the three walking disciples, I was the most optimistic about you."

"I didn't expect that your xinxing is so bad that you can't resist even a mere evil spirit."

As Monk Kongwen spoke, there was a trace of golden light in his eyes.

Monk Liao Ran's shoulders trembled, and scales emerged from his clasped palms.

"Roar--"

With a roar, his body revealed layers of scales, and his face turned into a hideous one.

Both eyes are blood-colored, with demon marks on the head.

"value?"

"When did someone value me in the Hanging Temple?"

Monk Liao Ran let out a hoarse growl, his eyes fixed on Kong Wen.

He lowered his body slightly and spread his arms out.

The palm turned into a scaly claw and rushed forward.

"call--"

The scaled claw with phantom was blocked by a string of Buddhist beads.

The skinny palm and the golden Buddha beads looked extremely asymmetrical under the sharp and thick scaly claws.

But it was such a skinny hand, holding the golden bead, against the clear scaled claws.

"Understood, you have turned into a demon." Monk Kongwen's voice sounded.

"Demon?" Liao Ran grinned, his sharp fangs were still full of uneaten blood, "Isn't this just right, you like subduing demons the most."

"You come and get rid of me!"

"come on!"

Roaring loudly, knowing that the monk's body turned into a blood-colored phantom, circling around Kong Wen's body, paw one paw at a time.

Kong Wen held the golden Buddha beads in his palm, and moved slowly, but he was able to block the scaly claws every time.

"My Buddha is merciful, and I should use great perseverance to conquer the world."

"Since I know that you have turned into a demon, then I can only subdue the demon."

Monk Kongwen whispered in his mouth, raised his palms, and held the Buddhist beads.

"Om-"

The golden Buddha beads vibrated, and golden lights appeared on them.

Surrounded by golden light, it shook Monk Mingran away, and then turned into chains, locking his body.

"Where is the Dharma Guardian Vajra!" Monk Kongwen shouted.

Thirteen bald monks wearing light golden half armor and holding long and short weapons in their hands rushed forward.

The sword with golden light cut towards Monk Liaoran.

Back then, Kong Wen, the abbot of the Xuankong Temple, entered the realm of innate great masters, suppressed thirteen demon masters, and transformed into Dharma Guardian King Kong.

At this time, it was the thirteen Grandmaster Realm Dharma Protectors who made the move.

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

Unless it is a great master, it will never be the opponent of the thirteen masters.

Monk Liao Ran has not stepped into the realm of a great master.

His body was knocked to the ground, with blood gushing from his head and face, and he struggled to stand up.

Kong Wen stepped forward, raised his palm, and placed it on top of Monk Lian Ran's head.

He whispered in his mouth, and a faint black halo poured into Qingran's body in his palm.

Knowing that the blood in Monk's eyes slowly receded, his complexion turned pale, and the demon patterns all over his body also dissipated.

He raised his eyes and looked at Kong Wen in front of him.

"Abbot, do you want to transform me into a King Kong?"

Kong Wen didn't answer, but the black halo in his palm deepened.

"Okay, okay, I killed many innocent people and shamed the Xuankong Temple, it's not bad to become a vajra to atone for my sins." Qingran slowly closed his eyes, allowing the gray and black aura to engulf his whole body.

Half an hour later, with a blank expression, the monk Lian Lian, who was no different from other Vajras, stood up.

Monk Kongwen's eyes revealed depth, and he turned to look at the fourteen figures standing beside him.

"My Xuankong Temple has added another guardian vajra, I understand."

Putting his hands together, he smiled.

"Huang Xianyu's great master gathering, is Dongfang Jing here?"

"The reputation of my Hanging Temple cannot be slandered."

"Let the poor monk see if the Oriental Mirror, which is known as the seven-step invincibility, can break the Fourteen Vajra Demon Subduing Formation in my Xuankong Temple."

……

Daming Mansion, the official road outside the city.

More than a hundred warriors escorted them, two prison carts, and a carriage.

In the carriage, sitting cross-legged, Zhu Yunshan's figure was so illusory and thin that it was about to dissipate.

Opposite him, Liu Yue in red armor clenched her fists, her figure swayed as the frame moved forward.

Among the prison carts were Xie Bi, King of Yongzhou, and Tao Yun, a strong man of the Immortal Dao of Yongzhou and a swordsman on his back.

"Master, my elders of the Shen family have followed."

"They're going to rescue us."

Behind Tao Yun's prison car, the young man with his hands bound by iron shackles whispered.

Hearing his words, Tao Yun opened his closed eyes.

"Shen Yuan, I don't need anyone to save me."

"Some things are wrong."

Tao Yun looked at Xie Bi who was sitting in another prison car.

Xie Bi seemed to be aware of it, and looked up at him.

"You, me, and him have all become someone's knife."

"The blood flowed like a river, and all the victims are ordinary ants and ordinary people."

The young man named Shen Yuan gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He carried his sword from Daming Mansion to Yongzhou, originally to seek justice for the people of Yongzhou.

He got acquainted with Tao Yun, a swordsman who repaired the immortal sword, and worshiped under him, and he practiced the immortal sword technique.

He thought he could use the sword in his hand to fight for right and wrong for those common people.

He thought that among the strongest in the world, no one could be his master's opponent.

But when he was really engulfed in a chaotic battle, and he really looted everywhere with the army, he found that everything was not as he thought.

He, his master, and the people who died are just tools for some people to fight for their interests.

Those aristocratic families hiding behind used their blood in exchange for sufficient benefits.

Yongzhou is in chaos, and the southeast is getting richer.

Because the road was cut off, there was no need to transport supplies, grain and grass to Luojing, no need to collect taxes, and no need to support the court.

But those people still couldn't survive.

With a sword in hand, killing people is killing people in vain.

With robes around him, death is in vain.

"Master, it's my fault, you are a person in the immortal way, you shouldn't get involved."

"I'm going to Luojing, and if they want to behead me, they will behead me."

Shen Yuan gritted his teeth and whispered.

Tao Yun shook his head, did not speak, his eyes revealed a gleam of light, looking at the road ahead.

On the avenue, a team of chariots and horses came galloping.

It looks like a caravan.

"Guard—"

The commander of the war cavalry escorting the prison cart shouted loudly, and the scattered war cavalry instantly gathered into a battle formation to protect the carriage and the prison cart.

Frightened by the battle formation, the caravan in front quickly gave way to the avenue and shrank to the nearby field ridge.

Fortunately, there is no ice water in the field at this time, and there are no young crops of rice and wheat, but people are standing in the mud, quite embarrassed.

The caravan moved out of the way, and the cavalry formation moved forward slowly.

It wasn't until they brushed past the caravan and walked a hundred feet away that they dispersed their tight formation.

Xie Bi, who was leaning against the prison car, spread out his hands, and there was a note in his palm.

A look of numbness flashed across his face, and he rubbed the note in his palm, breaking it into pieces.

The convoy traveled ten miles to the curved mountain road.

"Bam—"

A block of hundreds of kilograms of stone rolled down the hillside.

Along with this stone, dozens of round rocks flew towards him.

This kind of mountain rock rolling down, even the Yijin realm can't hold it back.

Even if it is a sense of energy, resisting it head-on will damage the muscles and bones.

"Get out of the way!"

The warrior standing on the side of the prison cart let out a low cry, unsheathed the long knife in his hand, and rushed towards the rocks.

In the carriage ahead, Liu Yue, who was originally sitting upright, moved, half-knelt up, and pressed the handle of the knife at her waist.

"Don't go out, there are many masters here." Zhu Yunshan's voice sounded.

Liu Yue raised her head slightly and looked at Zhu Yunshan.

The sound of weapons colliding came from outside the carriage.

On the mountain road, more than a hundred war cavalry were blocked in two by rocks, and they did not have the power to charge and smash the enemy like a bamboo at all.

On the hillside, hundreds of figures rushed down.

Some of these people are fast and run like flying, obviously because of their aura.

Some footsteps are steady and powerful, at least in the state of Yijin.

"King of Yongzhou, we're here to rescue you from here." Someone shouted, his figure was like a flying ape, flashing among the rocks, rushing towards the prison car.

The soldiers and swords gathered around the prison car, but they were patted casually by this figure and knocked away directly.

"Leave?" Xie Bi, who was in the prison car, looked indifferent, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Xuzhou Mansion?"

The figure that flew down in front of the prison car paused and laughed: "The king of Yongzhou is really amazing."

"Xuzhou's army is gathering, Chu's supplies are piled up like a mountain, just waiting for the king of Yongzhou to raise his arms."

Hearing his words, Xie Bi in the prison car shook his head.

"You go, Yongzhou, my blood is cold."

"Xuzhou, it has nothing to do with me."

Xie Bi's words made the face of the black-bearded old man outside the prison car sink.

He snorted coldly, and said in a low voice, "Even if the king of Yongzhou doesn't go to Xuzhou, I'm afraid he can't help you."

After the words fell, he raised his hand and patted the frame.

It was only when he raised his hand that he suddenly moved and stepped back.

A thin young man with a long sword and a thin armor stood beside the prison car.

"People from Shenjian Villa?" The old man's face was ugly, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

He looked up and saw smoke rolling over the road in the distance.

But a moment later, a team of two hundred warriors arrived covered in blood.

"The assassins blocking the way in the rear have been dealt with." Zhao Ji, who was wearing black armor, held a sword in his hand, pulled the reins, and pointed forward with his long sword.

"Those who conspire against the chaos shall be punished."

Behind him, several figures flew out, their long swords glowing coldly.

Everyone is at least in the Qi Condensation Realm!
"Disciple of Divine Sword Villa!"

"You, you are Prince Yu's son Zhao Ji!"

The black-bearded old man screamed and retreated.

"when--"

"when--"

The disciples of Shenjian Villa formed a sword formation, surrounded the old man, and the sword light shuttled back and forth, making it impossible for him to escape.

"Catch it with your arms tied." Zhao Ji rode his horse to the front of the prison car, and nodded slightly to the young man in front of the prison car.

The boy blushed and turned away.

"Hehe, son, do you know that the prince is relegated, King Yu is retiring, and all of you are paving the way for King Wu."

"Are you willing?"

Suppressed by the sword light, the black-bearded old man with several scars and blood on his body roared at Zhao Ji.

"Willing." Zhao Ji's face remained unchanged, and he said indifferently: "Riding a horse in the rivers and lakes, accompanied by a beautiful woman, isn't it more comfortable than the emperor's seat?"

His voice was not loud, and the ears of the sword-wielding boy who was not far away from him were all red.

There are shallow piercings on the ruby-like earlobes.

"boom--"

At the corner of the mountain road ahead, there was a bang.

Zhao Ji's complexion changed, and he rode his horse and rushed over.

Tao Yun's expression darkened in the prison car, and he got up suddenly.

"boom--"

The prison car exploded, he raised his hand to attract a wooden branch, flew up, rushed across the corner, and then the wooden branch pierced out.

(End of this chapter)