I asked you to play a dungeon, why don't you just raise the BOSS here?

Chapter 321: The Mysterious Bird and the Angel of Death, Ming Zun
"Humph! The emperor of the world should be decided by the world. As immortals in heaven, you should stay out of it and watch the clouds roll by."

"In this way, even if the Heaven Palace collapses, you still have a chance of survival."

Fahai showed a mocking look in his eyes and said in a cold voice: "How ridiculous is the ignorance of the world. You immortals are also the kind of people who are blinded by greed. Now you have stepped into the world's disputes for no reason, and are involved in the cause and effect of right and wrong. In the end, you will inevitably suffer the five decays of heaven and man, and turn to ashes."

"The Five Deteriorations of Celestial Beings? Unfortunately, I am an immortal from heaven, not a celestial being from the Three Realms and Six Paths of Buddhism, and I don't believe in this."

Lin Xuan said calmly: "Even if there is such a good thing, it is better to leave it to you Buddhist heavenly kings to enjoy it."

"Brother Lin is right. This python monster is still a double standard dog."

Ah Qing snorted, "He keeps saying that we are involved in karma, but what is he doing?"

"Hmph! I am the body of a celestial dragon that protects the Buddha. I am here to follow the orders of the Buddha to walk in the world, to destroy all heretics, and to save all living beings."

Fahai's voice was cold and compassionate: "You are just a mere immortal, how dare you compare yourself to me?"

"You Buddhists are so weird. You can turn any cat or dog into a dragon."

Lin Xuan laughed and said, "You monk, you have said so much, don't you even believe it yourself?"

The dragons often mentioned in Buddhism are the dragons in the "Deva and the Eight Divisions", which are called Naga in Sanskrit.

It looks like a highly poisonous creature with several heads, each of which is shaped like a cobra.

This thing likes to live underwater, has palaces, likes treasures, and has the power to control water and make clouds and rain. It should be considered to have some magical powers.

He can probably be considered a beggar version of the ancient evil god Xiangliu.

Although it's quite intense, it's also quite curious...

"presumptuous!"

Fahai's face darkened and he squeezed the rosary in his hand tightly.

A slight cracking sound was heard, and a Bodhi Buddhist bead the size of a longan suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The Buddhist beads spun in the air and instantly turned into a giant python, emitting brilliant and magnificent Buddhist light, biting towards Lin Xuan's head.

"Hmm? Is it really a python? That's interesting."

Lin Xuan's heart moved slightly. He bent his right arm inward, drew a semicircle, pushed outward, and gently pressed on the giant python's head.

If this python is Fahai's relative, then Fahai is most likely the Mahoraka in "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

The thing is actually a giant python. It doesn't like water and lives underground all year round.

But he possessed some weak divine power after birth and was considered the guardian deity of Buddhism.

Anyway, these two things look weird, and are very different from the "Tianlong" that people know.

boom!
The unparalleled palm force slapped the giant python's head, and the giant python exploded and turned into a cracked Buddhist bead.

The Buddhist beads annihilated themselves and turned into flames as bright as the scorching sun, rushing towards the two of them.

“It’s quite insidious.”

Ah Qing wrinkled her nose slightly, swung the green bamboo stick, and chopped down suddenly.

The sword intent exploded, transforming into sword shields as towering as mountains, intercepting the rolling Buddha light.

"Buddhism just likes to do this kind of unpresentable stuff."

Lin Xuan rolled up his sleeves and took all the rushing Buddha light into the small world in his sleeves: "Anyway, there's not much variety in going back and forth, just get used to it."

"Hmm? That palm strike you just made wasn't a magical power from the immortal way?"

Fahai was slightly startled, with a look of doubt in his eyes: "Proving the truth through martial arts?"

Under the power of his palm, the blood lotus under his feet shook violently.

The blood was floating and the mist was rising, like clouds, making his figure seem a little ethereal.

"Well, this set of martial arts is called the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

Lin Xuan said calmly: "It's hard to say whether I can subdue a dragon, but I'm more than capable of subduing a snake."

"Humph! How can a brute and reckless man know the boundless power of the Buddha's teachings and the mighty power of God!"

Fahai let out a breath, tore open his monk robe, revealing the mighty dragon tattoo underneath: "I want to see if you can subdue the dragon."

"What are you going to think?"

Lin Xuan laughed and said, "You are a snake, not a dragon. If you win, you will just be subduing the snake."

"How can a celestial being just show off his eloquence?"

Fahai's eyes showed a trace of anger: "There is no point in talking more today, I will learn from you above the sea of ​​clouds!"

As soon as he spoke, the blood lotus disappeared along with Fahai's body.

A blood cloud covering several miles appeared out of nowhere in the sky, like a Shura blood pool.

"Why are you in such a hurry..."

Lin Xuan glanced at Ah Qing and said, "I feel like this guy is a little weird. I'll go see what cards he has."

"Be careful anyway."

Ah Qing thought for a moment and said, "If that bald guy's cards are too good, you should come back quickly and I will find time to give him a sword."

"Okay, let's put it this way."

Lin Xuan patted Ah Qing's shoulder, and his figure appeared on the top of the sea of ​​clouds.

The blood cloud rolled, and the blood light, Sanskrit chanting, golden light and strong wind mixed together, making a heart-pounding explosion sound, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart.

"It's quite a big noise..."

Ah Qing let out a breath and said, "You've been waiting for a long time, old man with the sword. Stop wasting time."

"He clearly has the talent to reach the top, but he can't even kill his feelings, and in the end he can only become someone else's plaything."

An old and hoarse voice sounded: "What a humiliation! Even the inheritance of the gods has fallen into such depravity?"

The clear sound of bells rang out, and an extremely strong aura of death spread all around.

A figure wearing a skull mask, heavy armor, and a wide black robe slowly walked out of the void.

The man in black robe held a huge shield in his left hand and an extremely large blood-red heavy sword in his right hand.

The aura of withering all things emanated from the black-robed man, giving people a feeling as if blood was spilled on the earth and fertile fields were barren.

"You are someone else's plaything!"

Ah Qing's pretty face turned red: "Looking at the way you hide yourself, I guess you don't look good enough to be seen by others. Those girls don't like you either, so you have to wear a mask when you go out."

"…We have long transcended human emotions, so there is no need to try these crude provocations."

An old and hoarse voice sounded from behind the skull mask. The tone was indistinguishable between male and female, and was calm and without any emotion.

But the moment you hear the sound, it brings a feeling of coldness that goes deep into your bones.

"Huh? Looks like I was right. The more you care about something, the more you emphasize that you don't care."

Ah Qing's eyes lit up: "The defense is broken, the defense is broken, and he started to change the subject."

"Are these your last words?"

The black-robed man snorted and pointed his heavy sword at Ah Qing: "In that case, hand over your head."

The blood light flowed on the heavy sword, and it was so clear that it seemed to be able to reflect the souls of the people.

"My head is fine here, I can't give it to you."

Ah Qing raised her eyebrows slightly, held the green bamboo stick horizontally, and made a blocking gesture: "Before we start, let me confirm that you are the old man in the mountain? Was Mr. Huang Shang injured by you?"

"We never pay attention to the names of the weak."

The black-robed man hid behind the mask, and his eyes, like ghostly fire, looked at Ah Qing: "The old man of the mountain has come to assassinate you as promised. Your body and soul will also be destroyed at the same time."

"Are you dressed like this to assassinate?"

Ah Qing looked at the can-like shape of Shan Zhiweng and felt a little speechless: "Sure enough, there are not many masters with normal brains these days."

"Foolish words! Why should an assassin care about such a trivial matter?"

"Killing all those who have seen my presence is the perfect infiltration and assassination."

The old man of the mountain said coldly: "The pursuit of concealment is ultimately just a trick for incompetent fools."

"That's a pretty impressive statement. No wonder your main job is to be a charlatan."

Ah Qing nodded: "Okay, we're done talking, you can die now."

"Ignorance! The evening bell has already revealed your name. Once the feather of death falls, it will be the time for your soul to return."

There was a blood-red light flashing in the eyes of the Mountain Old Man, and he stabbed the ground heavily with his giant sword.

It was as if the tangible breath of death surged, constructing a solemn and strange shadow of a four-winged angel in the sky.

The angel god spread his huge wings, and the virtual white feathers fell like snowflakes.

Under the feathers are densely packed eyeballs, some open, some closed, some turning, some blinking, in all kinds of strange shapes that are difficult to describe.

According to legend, the four wings behind Azrael, the angel of death, are covered with eyes, and his deep and unfathomable gaze is watching everyone in the world.

When his eyes close, it means that the life of the object he is gazing at has come to an end.

"This eyeball monster is full of the power of death. Is this the god that you, the skull-head, believe in?"

"But this guy is too disgusting. Why don't you just convert to the King of Hell?"

Ah Qing was being watched by the dense eyes of the angel of death, and felt a little bit of SAN value dropped: "Xiao Hei, go and peck this thing off."

The green bamboo stick was raised, the sky and the earth changed color, lightning flashed and thunder roared, sharp bird calls sounded, and the seemingly real and unreal image of the black bird appeared out of thin air.

"Woo? Woo!"

The black bird glanced at the wings of the death angel Azrael, and excitement appeared in its eyes as if it saw some delicious food.

The next moment, the black bird suddenly raised its wings, turned into a deep black lightning, and rushed towards Azrael.

"???"

Azrael looked at the rapidly approaching giant bird in surprise.

As if he had thought of something, he shook his shoulders suddenly and his outstretched wings quickly folded.

"Cuckoo!"

The black bird let out a strange cry, opened its huge beak without any hesitation, and pecked at the food like a chicken pecking at rice.

Dozens of eyeballs were pecked off by Xuannv, and a faint wailing sound came from the void.

Azrael was furious and drew out the pitch-black sword of death and slashed at the black bird.

The black bird let out a long hiss and continued to peck at the delicious eyeball, while reaching for Azrael without giving in.

In a moment, the solemn angel's holy light dissipated, and the holy white feathers all turned into blood feathers, which was shocking.

"What kind of bird is this?"

The old man of the mountain stared blankly at the battle in the sky, his ghost-like eyes revealing a hint of confusion.

He had just summoned the projection of the Angel of Death Azrael using the authority of the Assassin Order.

He planned to kill Ah Qing in one fell swoop and spread the glory of God at the same time.

Unexpectedly, the other party was not afraid at all, and summoned a strange bird that was not only immortal.

This strange bird is also very weird. It pecked at the eyeballs of the Angel of Death like it was eating beans.

This outrageous thing made even the battle-hardened Shan Zhiweng a little confused.

"This is Xiao Hei."

Ah Qing smiled and said, "It's rare to see it so happy. It looks like it likes this birdman."

"Damn it! This is the most serious blasphemy against the gods!"

The old man of the mountain suddenly reacted, and the confusion in his eyes turned into a blazing flame of anger: "You stubborn heretics must be thoroughly purged!"

The bloody sword was raised, and the pure power of death intertwined together and slashed heavily towards the black bird.

Although the projection of the angel of death Azrael died in battle, his real body did not go to heaven with him.

But this is not without cost, it requires the consumption of a massive amount of origin and power of faith.

Thinking of this, Shan Zhiweng felt that he could no longer wait and see.

Otherwise, I will never let the angel of death respond to my call again...

If you don't consider yourself a blasphemer, it would be great if you receive some divine punishment.

"Don't hit my little black man!"

Ah Qing frowned slightly and raised her green bamboo stick to block the heavy sword: "Xiao Hei doesn't have any bad intentions, he just wants to have a good meal, why are you joining in the fun?"

"That's your mother!"

The old man in the mountain was extremely angry and swung his bloody heavy sword towards Ah Qing.

The sword intent spread, as if it was a sign of death, causing all the grass and trees around to wither.

"Hmm? Your swordsmanship is just average, but your sword intent is pretty good."

Ah Qing waved the green bamboo stick, and a green sword light that illuminated the world burst out, blocking the blood sword: "Is this the power of rules that Lin Xuan mentioned? Are you actually the agent of the god of death?"

"Those who blaspheme God will pay with their lives!"

The eyes of the old man in the mountain, like the dark fire, have turned blood red.

He took a step forward, and the power of death surged out of his body without reservation, merging into a huge blood-red heavy sword in the void.

The heavy sword was raised, and endless blood-red sword light materialized in the void, smashing down towards Ah Qing like thunder.

"A sword decides life or death? All right." Ah Qing snorted softly, raised the green bamboo stick, and tapped the tip of the heavy sword with pinpoint accuracy.

The wind was rising and the clouds were surging, and the Yin-Yang fish pattern slowly emerged in the front of the green bamboo stick, as if blocking life and death.

A turquoise light poured out from the Yin-Yang fish pattern, attached to the blood-red heavy sword, and slowly penetrated into it.

Both of their bodies stopped, their ethereal eyes fixed on each other's sword tips.

It was as if the collapse of the sky, the splitting of the earth, the destruction of the moon and the sinking of the stars had nothing to do with them.

***
"Kill!"

On the main battlefield, the troops of both sides were pressed together like a tide, and fresh lives kept falling down, turning into cold corpses.

In an instant, countless small piles of corpses appeared in the center of the battlefield.

Lin Chong, Wu Song and others also faced off against Fang La's main generals, and the fight was fierce.

"The Ming Cult is not a good bunch at ordinary times, but once they are involved in the rebellion, they become all excited..."

Huang Rong put the sword back to her waist, abandoned her horse, and reached out to take a heavy iron sword the size of a door.

In the Yitian plane, she had used the Dragon Slaying Sword for quite a while and had gained considerable experience with this heavy weapon.

When he first arrived at Liangshan, he found the head of the weapons and equipment department, "Golden Leopard" Tang Long, and ordered a heavy sword for him.

This unconventional order gave Tang Long a headache.

After working for a while, it was finally accomplished thanks to Ah Qing's pardon of the Star God and Tang Long's change of mindset to drive the star power to forge iron.

"Follow me, generals, to kill the enemy!"

Huang Rong held the knife in one hand, and after a few jumps she appeared in front of the battlefield, slashing with the knife.

As strong winds gathered, a giant blade as big as a door leaf fell heavily, like a mountain pressing down on the head, hitting the forehead of a general under Fang La.

The sound of bones breaking was heard continuously, and the burly body of the lieutenant general exploded, turning both the man and the horse into a pool of meat paste.

"..."

This scene was so overwhelming that the soldiers who were fighting fiercely around them subconsciously stopped their actions and looked at Huang Rong in horror.

"Just fight your own games, why are you looking at me?"

Huang Rong snorted lightly, and her petite body suddenly leaped up and landed in Fang La's main formation.

The moment she landed, the girl took a deep breath and used the force of the knife to spin her body again.

The golden armor was gleaming, dazzling and extremely beautiful.

The next moment, the sword energy suddenly exploded, spreading in all directions like a shock wave.

More than a dozen elite cavalrymen only felt a chill in their bodies before they were cut in half along with their horses.

"Hahaha! Brother Huang is so amazing! He is indeed a hero who can run horses on his arms and stand people on his fists!"

While cheering, Lu Zhishen raised his water-milled Zen staff and faced Baoguang Tathagata Deng Yuanjue: "Don't run, you thief! Take my stick!"

"I'll run away from your mother!"

Deng Yuanjue was furious and picked up an iron staff and started fighting with Lu Zhishen.

"This knife is very useful. Why didn't those brave generals in history use it?"

Huang Rong didn't bother to scold Lu Zhishen. She rushed forward several feet and swept her sword with force.

The sound of people and horses falling to the ground, mixed with roars and screams, continued to ring out.

Almost every time Huang Rong swung her sword, a waterfall of blood would explode in the air.

"Fuck me!"

Seeing this outrageous scene, the attacking army on the opposite side, like sharp arrows, subconsciously paused for a moment.

Dozens of generals leading the front army subconsciously reined in their horses and looked at the girl with the big knife in front of them with some hesitation.

They are all brave warriors who have experienced many battles and are no longer afraid of life or death.

But not fearing death is one thing, being chased and chopped by a knife bigger than a door is another...

This kind of battle where there is absolutely no way out is a real test of one's mentality.

"Follow the Star Lord to kill the enemy!"

Lu Junyi and Qin Ming wiped their cold sweat at the same time and led more than a thousand cavalry to charge from the side.

The Qilin spear flashed, the mace fell, and the two generals whose morale was greatly reduced fell to the ground at the same time.

"Kill that girl quickly, or else there will be no point in beating her!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the famous southern general Pang Wanchun quickly bent his bow and shot an arrow at Huang Rong like a thunderbolt.

"It's not that easy!"

Hua Shuang gave a clear shout, drew her bow like a full moon, and shot out an arrow.

The two sharp arrows collided in the air and exploded at the same time.

Considering that this girl had some karmic relationship with Suo Chao, Lin Xuan asked Ah Qing to give Suo Chao's original Sky Star Pardon to her.

After acquiring the star destiny, this girl's speed and strength increased significantly, which is quite suitable for the archer profession.

"They have more people, but we are definitely more powerful."

The whistling sound of an arrow like a snake spitting out its tongue was heard, and Pang Wanchun was shot in the throat by Hua Rong and fell off his horse.

"Hahaha, what a joy!"

Li Kui was completely naked, holding a pair of axes in his hands, and rushed into Fang La's army with Erye swinging his hand.

The giant axe flew left and right, instantly killing a group of dumbfounded Mingjiao disciples.

"..."

Bao Xu, Xiang Chong, Li Gun and others led five hundred card players and rushed to block Li Kui's attack from the side and rear.

Although, Li Kui's performance against famous generals was average.

His bare-handed skills are far inferior to those of Lu Zhishen, Wu Song and others.

But his ability to clear the enemy lines with a pair of axes is unmatched...

Swinging double axes, charging forward, it was a bloody storm.

Moreover, Li Kui, looking at this Shura-like battlefield scene, also became frenzied and bloodthirsty.

The more he kills, the happier he becomes, and his physical strength is almost unlimited, just like the legendary berserker.

Lin Xuan couldn't understand this either and could only classify it as part of his personality.

"All generals and divisions must protect each other, not fight on their own, not be greedy for merit and not advance rashly, and not affect the big boss and the little sword fairy!"

Huang Shang was immediately furious when he saw Li Kui running around with his bare butt.

With a flash of his figure, Huang Shang appeared beside Li Kui, grabbed Li Kui's ear and pulled him back.

"What the old gentleman said is true. Today we can both kill the enemy and train our troops!"

Huang Rong used her inner strength and swept her heavy sword, knocking an unknown general flying: "Fang La, you dare to fight me?"

"Isn't it a bit too much..."

Huang Yaoshi followed behind Huang Rong in silence: "You want to be an empress but not a Valkyrie, there's no need to put yourself in danger, right?"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Yaoshi narrowed his eyes slightly and snapped his fingers forcefully.

The stone flew through the air and hit a general holding a spear who was charging towards Huang Rong.

With frequent explosions, the general's breastplate burst open, and he fell off his horse with blood spurting out, dying.

"I know."

Huang Rong dropped her door blade and stuck out her tongue: "Fang La is not a simple man either. It's fine if he doesn't dare to fight, but I'm not so stubborn as to defeat an army by myself."

The scorching sun's light shines on her shining armor, making her look heroic.

"Fang La calls himself the false emperor, but he is nothing but a coward!"

Xiao Qing held up the Big Dipper flag high and shouted, "My sister can beat the shit out of him."

The wind blows the flags, making them flutter.

Feeling everyone's gazes directed at the flag, Xiaoqing was extremely proud and held her head high.

Although she didn't have any curves, she still felt that she was very majestic.

"Damn it! Where did Liangshan get so many generals with great martial arts and proficiency in battle formations?"

"Humph! There is also a Taoist priest who can cast spells? Those idiots are two-faced and actually secretly collude with Liangshan!"

Fang Qifo was interspersed in front of the battlefield, fighting with Lu Junyi, Lin Chong, Wu Song and Yang Zhi respectively.

Then he was surprised to find that he had no chance of winning against any of them.

Even if he was surrounded by four people...

You can't run away even if you run!
When he defeated the Song army before, he had never encountered such a master.

Fang Qifo was distracted for a moment and was hit in the face by a stone from Zhang Qing. His nose bled and he looked extremely miserable.

"Holy Lord, let's not talk about Liang Shan Lin Xuan and the little sword fairy for now, that female star master is also very weird..."

"Yes, Brother Shi is right. The morale of those barbarians is high, and it is difficult for our army to win in such a hurry. Please ask the Saint to retreat for a while."

Shi Bao and Fang Jie barely managed to pull themselves away and came to Fang La breathlessly.

By saying this, they were already giving Fang La a lot of face.

In fact, now that Fang La’s army is at home, the casualties are far greater than those of Liangshan.

The combat effectiveness of the soldiers is actually not much different.

But the generals on Liangshan's side were extremely fierce, and each of them was worth a hundred men.

They have always been proficient in martial arts, and as high-ranking members of the Ming Cult, they have benefited from a lot of resources, so they can barely compete with the famous generals of Liangshan.

But compared with the enemy, the remaining centurions and thousand-man commanders of Fang La were completely vulnerable.

Even the girl in red from Liangshan shot and killed several Ming Cult generals in minutes.

Without the main general, the troops under his command naturally fell into chaos and the losses increased dramatically.

If they insist on fighting, the main force of the Ming Cult will surely be destroyed.

It would be extremely difficult to replace one-third of Liangshan's casualties.

Moreover, Mingzun’s followers are also human beings…

It is impossible to face such losses and still remain fearless.

If the losses are too great and there is no hope of winning, one will also collapse.

"Humph! This is my capital, where can I retreat to now?"

Fang La's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness: "If I kill that ignorant bitch, and then join forces with Fahai and Shan Zhiweng to kill Lin Xuan and Little Sword Immortal, can I win today?"

"This……"

Shi Bao and Fang Jie were stunned for a moment: "If these three die, Liangshan will be leaderless and will collapse without a fight!"

This is definitely the truth.

But are these three people so easy to kill?
To be honest, both of them were a little pessimistic about their boss.

"Although the price is high, it is not completely unacceptable!"

Fang La pondered for a moment, then suddenly shouted loudly and took out a relic from his arms that was burning like a flame.

"This... is the relic of Mingzun?"

As the two men stared at each other in extreme shock, the relic exploded into a burst of flame, burning fiercely on Fang La's soul.

The next moment, endless white light gushed out from Fang La's body, illuminating the sky and the earth.

"We are waiting to welcome the arrival of the Ming Zun!"

Shi Bao and others were horrified and knelt on the ground in panic, not moving.

"Humph!"

Fang La snorted lightly, and a white light emanated from his body that was strong enough to pierce the sky. His empty eyes looked towards the Liangshan army that was ready for battle.

As far as the eye could see, hundreds of people fell to the ground wailing, and were burned to nothingness by the boundless flames.

Heaven and earth will burn, and all light will be destroyed!
"Is there really such a thing as Mingzun's relics?"

Huang Rong took a deep breath: "It's a bit troublesome."

"It seems like we're playing a little too big..."

Bai Suzhen appeared beside Huang Rong and said, "Fang La's aura is now comparable to that of a god. Do we really want to fight him?"

"I really want to delay the time and wait until his divine descent is over. But Fang La will definitely not agree to that..."

Huang Rong sighed: "Anyway, we can't run away from the gods, so we can only fight."

"Can you win?"

"Of course I can win."

Huang Rong drew out her sword: "When Huangdi met Chiyou, would he say he was going to lose?"

Bai Suzhen: "..."

(End of this chapter)