Dart Master

Chapter 403 Death of the Mad Monk

"Okay!" Song Qiufeng agreed immediately without asking any further questions.

Now he is eager to leave Yinshan, a place of right and wrong. I personally escorted him to the border of Yinshan. After killing a guard, the other guards didn't dare to make any more noise, and honestly let Song Qiufeng go down the mountain.

When I got back to the residence, the moon was already on my brows, and I counted the days, and it was more than August in the lunar calendar, and there were still about ten days left, and it was time for the Yan Jun Conference in Longhu Mountain.

I don't know if I can still make it to the Lord Yan Conference this time, hey, I have so much to worry about.

I really want to get drunk now, and thinking that I have to kill the crazy monk with my own hands tomorrow, my heart feels like a knife.

He has long known that his time has come, and it seems that this catastrophe cannot be avoided, but I never imagined that the god-killing evil king would let me do it.

It was useless to think too much, so I sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated. The next day, drums and horns sounded in the mountains, and the entire Yinshan Mountain was boiling.

In the martial arts arena in Yinshan, the disciples of Yinshan School and Tianxie Sect had already lined up and stood neatly.

Chen Ji was wearing a big red robe today, while Feng Qianshang was sitting on the left side disheartened. After all, she was the apprentice of Queen Yin, and staying in Yin Mountain would have the effect of suppressing the evil king. Also left one.

What surprised me the most was that the evil king was not his real body, but a black evil sculpture on the main seat.

I suddenly realized that the evil king is not invincible. Since the five evil veins have not gathered together, his current immortal god should not be refined yet.

And before he cultivated the immortal body, he couldn't appear in the daytime. I don't know the specific reason, maybe it was a flaw left by the underworld "Ksitigarbha" when he recast his soul and real body.

Therefore, every time he appears, he can only appear in places where there are evil eagles. If I destroy his evil eagles, I may find a way to get rid of him.

Of course, this thought flashed by, it was just an illusion, maybe he was willing to show up as an evil eagle?
And his real body must be attached to this evil eagle, how can it be destroyed so easily.

In the middle of the martial arts arena, a dying mad monk was being tied to a stone pillar, and his body was wrapped in iron chains engraved with runes.

The monk's robe on his body was torn, and the blood was soaked and condensed into scabs. His eyes, which were originally full of wisdom, had been dug out, leaving only two bloody holes.

My eyes were red, and my heart was bleeding. The five gods of plague, Chun Wen was forced to death by the Black King, Xia Wen hid in Nie Yuan, and he was still doomed. Now Qiu Wen is also being tortured.The evil king's methods are extremely cruel and outrageous.

Every time I see his face, which resembles Uncle Qi's, flashing a sinister smile, I wish I could kill this damn villain.

How could there be such sinister and insidious people in the world?
"Everyone, this mad monk is the plague god who has harmed my Taoist sect. Today, the evil king acts on behalf of the heavens, taking his evil veins, abolishing his dharma body, killing his soul, so that he will never be reborn forever." Chen Ji got up from her seat. He stood up, bowed to the evil eagle, looked at everyone with a smile, and said loudly.

There was deathly silence below, and everyone knew that the five major plague gods had long since escaped from the world or been sealed, and that the evil king's taking the evil veins was a cruel method, and even though he said such high-sounding words, everyone felt very disdainful.

But none of them dared to openly oppose the evil king, and could only express their dissatisfaction in silence.

Chen Ji talked for a long time and found that no one responded, and felt very embarrassed.

I sneered secretly in my heart, the worse people like Chen Ji and Xie Wang are, the worse they are, disturbing the minds of Taoists, but the effect they get is completely opposite. They do all kinds of evil, and sooner or later they will shoot themselves in the foot.

"Xie Wang, it's time to take the pulse." Chen Ji approached Xie Diao and asked in a low voice.

A black light flashed in the evil sculpture, and the face of the evil king slowly appeared in the statue, as if he had just woken up. The head of the evil sculpture was covered with a black cloth to resist the sunlight.

It seems that his cultivation during the day is indeed greatly reduced, I thought to myself.

"This king is the incarnation of Yan Jun, with the roots of the five veins in his body. Today, the Dao collapses, and the people's hearts are not old. This king came to the world under the order of heaven, and will lead you to rebuild the way of heaven and promote my yin and yang." The evil king hides in the evil eagle, Loudly said.

His voice was not high, but it shook people's ears like drums and hammers, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"Young Master Cao, the president of the Assassin's Guild. He is currently a leader in swordsmanship. He is a firm ally with me. To get pulse today, I invite you to use your sword." Xie Wang raised his finger and said to me.

In the Yin Mountain, everyone had hatred and disdain on their faces. Qiu Wen was also considered an evil god, and it was embarrassing how he ended up like this.

"Young Master Cao, it's time to take the pulse, please." Chen Ji reminded me.

I took a look around, luckily there was no shadow of Shaotian, this silly boy must not show up.

I nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and walked to the altar with a steady mind.

On the top of the Yinfeng, the Yinfeng is strong, and it is icy cold, but it is not as cold as I am feeling at the moment. I don't know how to use this sword.

The crazy monk once saved my life, and he is also Shaotian's master and grandfather. Can I do it?
But now I had to pretend to be cold-blooded and cruel, with a sinister smile on my face, and slowly approached the dying mad monk.

I walked up to the mad monk, he seemed to know that his end was coming, he slowly raised his head, his face was calm, without the slightest pain or resentment.

I know very well that even if I don't stab this sword, he will not survive today. The only thing I can do is to let him go easy and stop being tortured by the sword.

"Monk, God's will is hard to disobey. It is a sin for you to have evil veins. Today is your death day."

I respectfully bowed to him to show my infinite respect.

The crazy monk laughed loudly, "If you can die at the hands of the sword master, you will have no regrets in this life. Xuanmen is dangerous, and I hope you will cherish it in the future."

The loving smile on his face made me understand instantly that he already knew my true identity.

He knew his fate long ago, and naturally knew who would die at his hands, but what I didn't expect was that the person who killed the mad monk was already predestined by God.

Why is it me?I feel helpless.

"Monk, don't worry, one day, wrongs will be repaid for wrongs, blood for blood." My brow sank, and my five fingers slowly rested on the sword.

I have already promised to avenge him in the future, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

"Young Master Cao, what are you waiting for?" Chen Ji urged impatiently when she saw that I seemed to be hesitating.

In my mind, I think back to the time in Xichuan, when the mad monk rescued me from trouble and taught Shaotian magic skills, but now he is about to die at my hands, it is as painful as a thousand arrows piercing my heart.

The wind howled, and the laughter of the mad monk was so desolate and helpless.

So what about God, after all, he is still unable to escape death, and he cannot help himself. There has never been such a thing as justice in this world, only strength. Justice, right and wrong are only in the hands of powerful people.
Seeds of hatred germinated in my heart. Ever since the man with the same face as Uncle Qi appeared in the stands, the whole Taoism and my life have undergone tremendous changes.

Thinking of him abducting my father, messing with the Yin Division, and mutilating hundreds of thousands of innocent people in Jiangdong, the anger in my heart burned to the extreme, as if it was about to burn.

My hand holding the hilt is so cold!
I looked up and saw that on the top of Yinshan Mountain, the wind was howling, and the forest was colorless!

Farewell, mad monk!

With a movement of my fingers, I turned my back, raised my cloak, and sent the long sword backwards, puff, the blade pierced the mad monk's heart with lightning speed and precision.

Blood dripped slowly along the long sword, and flowed along the floor to the soles of my shoes.

The mad monk's laughter stopped, and the Yin Feng stopped for a while!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and everyone looked at me silently.

I didn't put away my sword, and walked down the altar with a numb expression, and walked slowly towards Xie Wang, my heart was already numb with pain.

"Xie Wang, Chen Ji, are you satisfied with this sword?" I asked Xie Wang coldly.

The evil king laughed loudly, "Master Cao is really good at swordsmanship, he is worthy of being a sword master. I think the sword master will be very relieved if he knows that you can kill the plague god."

After speaking, he made a gesture, and immediately a guard carried the evil sculpture to the altar.

In fact, there is no need for me to use my sword to get the evil veins, they just want to see if I can be ruthless enough to kill the crazy monk.

Because the real Cao San is sure to strike, Xie Wang just admitted that I am a disciple of the Sword Saint, obviously, he has begun to believe me.This also has a lot to do with me stabbing Zuo Chunqiu to death with a sword.

(End of this chapter)