Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

I don’t want to die.

Zhu Qianyun gasped for breath, the armor on his waist had been torn apart, and a horrific bloodstain ran through the front and back. She stared coldly at the approaching wolf cavalry in front of her, and surrounded the carriage with the remaining dozen or so soldiers without flinching.

Won't die.

The Iron Tribulus King not far away looked coldly at these soldiers and Zhu Qianyun standing among them, with the terrible scar on his face still bleeding. He didn't expect that this bone would be much harder to chew than he expected. He didn't expect that this woman named Zhu Qianyun would be so determined.

In this environment, the Wolf Cavalry not only has unparalleled suppressive power, but also instills fear in people's hearts. As slaves of the mandrill beast soul, the Wara people never rely on their strong bodies or the blessings of the mandrill beast in their battles, but rely on their beast-like habits to destroy the enemy's psychology and make the opponent fearful.

However, Zhu Qianyun's determination and calmness made Sha Mojie feel indescribably panicked.

He suddenly remembered the man holding a night sword under the banner of Han more than ten years ago, with eyes that even mandrill beasts were afraid of. And when the girl holding the knife raised her eyes and stared at him, Sha Mojie felt the familiar fear again.

Like... so similar.

The same harshness, the same indifference. There was no hesitation or hesitation, just like a pure murderer, without any mercy or gentleness.

He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and a burst of determination surged in King Iron Caltrop's heart.

He couldn't let her go, he had to kill her before she could grow up.

If you let her go, she will become the second King of Han.

Wala absolutely cannot bear the Ming Dynasty having a second Han king.

The bones of his hand swelled slightly, and the mace tightly clenched in his hand seemed to have been pinched and deformed. Sand Mojie's chaotic eyes were full of murderous intent. He had given up on his plan to capture Zhu Qianyun alive to do more things. Because he discovered that if this girl was allowed to grow up, Wala would be destined to be severely hit by the Ming Dynasty again in the future.

She must be killed.

Don't want to be killed.

Standing side by side with Tang Wan, Joan of Arc remained silent, the giant sword in her hand exuding strong blood energy. Feeling the breathing of the people behind him, Zhu Qianyun's mind had never been so clear. She stared at the Caltrop King not far away, and the thoughts in her mind began to boil.

Can win.

The Iron Tribulus King is in the sixth realm, and his mandrill beast soul can allow him to reach the seventh realm in a short period of time.

I am in the fifth realm, but...

Guan'er is here.

"Guan'er."

Zhu Qianyun suddenly took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and then said to Tang Wan behind him in a calm voice: "Help me."

"it is good."

Tang Wan didn't hesitate at all and put his hand on Zhu Qianyun's shoulder.

"Fire arrows!"

The Iron Tribulus King didn't hesitate at all. With an angry roar, he stepped forward directly and smashed down hard with the giant mallet in his hand. The mandrill beast soul also attached to his body, giving him endless power.

boom! ! !

Joan of Arc calmly raised her giant sword and blocked the Iron Caltrop King. Then she kicked hard and smashed the wolf cavalry who was attacking from the side to pieces. But King Iron Tribulus quickly reacted to this action, and struck Jeanne d'Arc in the heart with his right fist, sending it flying.

Ding.

The sound of metal interlacing was particularly harsh. King Iron Caltrop looked at Zhu Qianyun who was very close at hand, but he did not dare to move forward. He looked at the girl in front of him in disbelief, and his hands began to tremble.

Dragon.

It's a dragon.

The shadow of the jade seal behind Tang Wan is engraved with endless dragon and tiger energy, while her body is filled with spiritual energy. The palms she placed on Zhu Qianyun's shoulders continued to provide surging strength.

"I thought you were strong."

The black dragon-like eyes have snake-like vertical pupils, but those vertical pupils are filled with endless evil fire. The dark scales outline elegant golden lines, which are holy and evil. The girl seemed to be wearing a golden robe, but was tightly imprisoned by black chains, revealing the dragon's bones and heart.

The Night Slasher in his hand has been swallowed by the dragon scales, swinging slowly like a broken giant tail. Zhu Qianyun tilted his head slightly, his golden vertical pupils full of oppression and indifference. She slowly lowered her arm, and the giant hammer she was blocking fell to the ground unconsciously, and the Iron Caltrop King Sha Mojie, who had been able to handle it with ease, began to tremble.

It's a dragon.

Mandrill beast, a wild monster in the mountains and forests, the master of all ghosts. Meng Yuan enshrined it as a god and raised the mandrill beast through human sacrifice, intending to control the Central Plains forever. Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang could not bear the tyranny of the Meng Yuan Dynasty, so he sought out the five-clawed golden dragon, defeated the Meng Yuan mandrill beast, and rebuilt the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang, killed Meng Yuanzhang.

Dragon, the dragon that engulfed the mandrill beast.

"Mandrill beast."

Zhu Qianyun's voice was hoarse and chaotic, as if the black dragon entrenched in Wushan was seizing the sound, giving people a ethereal but heavy feeling. She raised her eyes slightly, stretched out her hand, and her black claws covered with dragon scales tightly grasped the handle of the mace, and moved it slowly.

"Aren't you afraid of dragons?"

The mace shattered in response, and the Ye Zhan Dao cut off the night on Sand Mojie's chest. Bloody light flashed through the clouds, and Sand Mojie's huge body immediately flew out and hit the trees heavily.

"How could you be a dragon?!"

Sha Mojie struggled to stand up. He looked at Zhu Qianyun in disbelief and shouted: "How can you be a dragon?! You are obviously not the son of the old emperor. You are just the daughter of the King of Han. How can you..."

Suddenly, Sha Mojie seemed to have thought of something, his pupils tightened and shock appeared in his eyes. Soon, he suddenly let out a burst of crazy laughter.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

Laughing, Sha Mojie seemed to have thought of something and laughed happily. He beat his chest hard and laughed hysterically: "That's it! That's it!"

"Yeah!"

He stretched out his hand, pointed at Zhu Qianyun who was like an entrenched dragon, and laughed loudly: "Chaos! Chaos! The Ming Dynasty is finally over! Your father is so smart! So smart! Old Emperor, you are so powerful!" What a mess!”

"what are you talking about?!"

Zhu Qianyun said in a deep voice: "Why did you enter the Ming Dynasty?"

"You should ask your dad."

A ferocious smile appeared on his rough face. Sand Mojie twisted his head and said with a strange smile: "Ask him why I came. Ask him why you appeared here."

"Also, don't forget to ask him why the Wei River burst its banks!"

With a sudden roar, Sha Mojie raised his right hand vigorously, and a streak of blood shot straight into the sky.

Suddenly, Zhu Qianyun stepped forward, trying to stop Sha Mojie. However, the wolf cavalry showed no fear of death and rushed directly towards Zhu Qianyun, blocking the opponent one after another.

It's over, it's too late.

His heart suddenly sank, and Zhu Qianyun understood that Sha Mojie was sending a signal. If the Wei River bursts its banks as the other party said, all the unprepared Taiying and downstream villages will be submerged.

"Slave of the mandrill! Let your wolf dance!"

Sha Mojie laughed crazily, as if he was about to see the Wei River bursting its banks.

The grass was blown by the wind, making an awkward caressing sound.

The expected wolf howl did not appear.

Crazy vines did not tear the river banks, nor did the Wei River burst its banks.

Only Sha Mojie raised his right hand high like a failed art student and stood there awkwardly.

At this moment, from the dense forest on the side, a naked man with a strange blood smeared on his upper body slowly walked out. Sha Mojie was shocked when he saw the other party and roared:

"Slave of the mandrill! What are you doing?! Shouldn't you be controlling your wolf to make the river bank burst?"

"Maybe they want to go on strike."

Zhuge Qing was half leaning on the treetop. She looked at the collapsed mandrill beast slave and the shocked expression of Sand Mojie not far away, and showed a kind smile.

"Master Zhou said that slavery is anti-feudal but not advisable. I suggest you give wages to others."

With a wave of dust, the body of the mandrill beast slave disappeared into thin air. Zhu Qianyun and others also breathed a sigh of relief. The original solemn atmosphere was swept away, and joy spread among the crowd.

Taoist priest, as always reassuring. (End of chapter)