Be a reckless man in the martial arts word game

Chapter 459 Mutual Thoughts

There is an extremely secretive force under the command of King Shang. The only mission of this force is to investigate the whereabouts of the disciples of the three religions in the Shang Kingdom.

The name of this unit is "Shadow Puppet Li". Their skin never leaves their bodies, and their bodies never take off their shadows. Each shadow and shadow buries them in the darkness forever.

The whole life of this group of people is true, but every word they say is false. They are only loyal to the king, which is the only meaning of their lives.

Their superficial identities may be old farmers, doctors, monks, etc. Every Shangguo person may be a "shadow puppet", and only they know the mission behind the scenes.

Since the establishment of this army, there has never been a single rebel.

"They are all dead soldiers." A man with a peach blossom hairpin slowly let go of his hand, and the man he was holding slowly slipped from his hand.

More people squeezed into the small hut.

"The last one?" asked the first person.

"Yes, the shadow puppet has been destroyed."

"Why not keep him alive?"

"They are all lifeless people who are hated by gods and ghosts. Nothing can be learned from them."

"Have you tried Yongnudan?"

"Trouble. We killed Shadow Puppet Li just to teach that tyrant a small lesson. Do we really want to dig out some of King Shang's trump cards from these dead soldiers?"

"Master Zhuo Hua is still so arrogant, just because the person who died was not a member of your Taoist religion?" one person said angrily.

Everyone went to assassinate the King of Shang, and Confucianism suffered heavy losses. Ren Er Sage, She Drum Sage, and Qian Snake Sage all died unfortunately. As a result, Taoism lost one Niyang Zhenren.

... This guy can also be resurrected by the saint using the Soul Returning Technique, and he will not lose anything to the Taoism.

The Confucian saints strongly suspected that Taoism had other intentions. They not only wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from Buddhism, but also wanted to take the opportunity to weaken their allies.

"Xian Zheng and Bu Zhu were too late to come to support, wasting the opportunity to fight. At this time, you recklessly killed the last survivor of Shadow Puppet Li. Did you mean to make our road to slaying the tyrant more bumpy?"

"One of the Holy Lords should not slander anyone." Master Zhuo Hua did not admit this account. "Junior brother Xianzheng was blocked by the masters of the Mo family, and junior brother was trapped by the military formation. He was not deliberately slacking off."

"Hmph! The Mo family's universal love magic power has been lost for a long time. It was you who cut off their inheritance back then. However, Xianzheng said that he was blocked by a master who knew the universal love magic power. Isn't it ridiculous?"

"The Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and one of them escapes. Who can tell clearly about the things in this world? The divine will of the contemporary giant of the Mohist family is almost the same as the effect of universal love."

"You said Sui Chao? He was still providing disaster relief in the southeast yesterday. How could he appear next to King Shang?"

"There is no point in saying this now." Master Zhuo Hua interrupted, "Someone has already made up for the mistakes of Xian Zheng and Bu Tao. Junior Brother Diemeng is good at the art of dream wandering and ecstasy. Not to mention the masters of the Mo family, the military formation will be from now on. It’s not something we need to worry about.”

As soon as Master Zhuo Hua finished speaking, the two people rushed into the hut, covering their eyes.

They shouted: "Brother, save me!"

When Master Zhuohua saw this situation, he knew something was wrong and hurriedly asked:

"what happened?"

"There is a man who is good at haunting dreams hidden in the Shang Army camp. He broke my dream-walking technique and used the moon as an illusion. He almost made both of our eyes explode. Now our eyes are stinging. It’s hard to understand, please give me the elixir, senior brother!”

Master Zhuo Hua's face changed, and finally he sighed, took out a jade bottle from his arms, and poured out two red pills that exuded the fragrance of red pills.

"Take it." "Thank you, senior brother!"

The failure of Master Diemeng's trip will undoubtedly be used by Confucian people to make a fuss.

As expected, one of the sage kings pressed forward and said: "King Shang has established the Shadow Puppet League for a long time, which shows that he has long been disobedient to the three religions."

"This time I led the King's Division out of the capital, and there are many masters hidden in the army. Master Xianzheng met a master from the Mo family, Master Diemeng met another master from the Choumeng family, and God knows how many more masters there are."

"In my opinion, it is very difficult for us alone to teach King Shang a heavy lesson."

"Then ignore him, and we will continue to attack the mortals in the Shang Kingdom." Master Zhuo Hua felt that the rhythm was not good, and deliberately changed the topic.

One of the saints was not fooled and sighed worriedly.

"This may not be a bad idea...but King Shang's move is already a bad start. If we can't use thunder to get rid of this heresy, how should the king of Wu feel if you call him the king of Wei?"

Who would like someone riding on their head?

If King Shang's actions prove that the so-called sage religion is nothing more than this, then the other four major countries may also become restless.

Shaking the foundation of Buddhism will eventually shake your own foundation... This is something that a saint will never allow.

A saint would not say "Go and kill King Shang", but as disciples of the saint, they had to do this.

The Holy Lord understands this truth, and so does Master Zhuohua.

They had to kill King Shang, and it couldn't be a tragic victory for one, but a great victory that suppressed everything at a very small cost.

He can no longer pretend to be confused... He understands that the Confucian people only have one life. If they are not given a way to "win a big victory", they will not rush forward even if they are killed.

"One of the saints wants me to teach someone from the mountain peak realm?"

"Not bad." One of the saints nodded with a smile.

Everyone knows many things well. Confucianism ranks first among the three religions in terms of the number of mountaineering realms. Once a saint is sacrificed, the next saint will immediately fill it. Taoism uses some tricks to consume this kind of foundation of its allies. not fresh.

But when he mastered some specious evidence and then brought it forward, it was different. In order to stabilize the covenant between the two religions, Taoism had to make some concessions.

For example: transfer a mountain peak realm.

Now everyone is staring at the fat piece of Buddhism's Paradise. Once the two sects attack, they will definitely beat the bald donkey together, but they will definitely not be kind enough to share everything they snatched from this ancestral home.

That is the ancestral home of Buddhism!
If anyone digests the creation inside, it is absolutely no problem to increase the strength of the Holy Cult by three to five levels.

If Buddhism dies, there will be a conflict between two religions in an instant. This war will not last as long as the struggle between three religions. The decisive factor is Buddhism, the legacy of this great saintly religion.

Whoever can get more benefits from the corpse of this behemoth of Buddhism will be the final winner among the three religions!
It seems that the real people and saints here are slightly lacking in strength, but in fact the real masters of Confucianism and Taoism are beside their respective saints. They are waiting for the moment when the Paradise is exposed and rush in immediately.

Participate in this gluttonous feast.

At this time, a peak mountain realm was transferred. If he missed this gluttonous feast, how much would be lost for the sect to which he belonged?
Or maybe he was injured in the battle with General Shence... So what should he do?
When everyone carves up Elysium, will he rush or not?
rush? What if he was beaten to death by a bald donkey because he was in a bad state?

Don’t rush? Then you can only watch others stuff it into their stomachs, and you may not be able to drink the soup yourself.

At this time, on both sides of Confucianism and Taoism, whichever side has the combat power of this peak mountain realm will be at the disadvantage of Grandma's family.

(End of this chapter)