Chapter 126: Cold Moon Sword Light

Jiu Lingzhi looks to be in his thirties or forties, but he is actually a master who has been famous for decades.

Unfortunately, I am not very clear about Zhou Yi's approach.

He used slow tactics to defeat fast tactics, and his attacks were unsuccessful, exposing all his weaknesses.

The sound of Jiu Lingzhi's body falling to the ground was drowned out by a loud bang not far away, and the sound of swords clashing continued in the darkness.

In the distance, a group of masters were fighting in the Ren family mansion, and the fighting was even more intense.

Zhou Yi looked back and was immediately attracted by the nearby knife light.

Kuojie is one of the five types of demons. His methods are completely different from Jiulingzhi, but his skills are comparable.

He wielded his two swords to block Shi Feixuan's sword shadows.

But Shi Feixuan's moves were abstruse, her movements were graceful, and she was in tune with everyone else, so she could predict the opponent's moves with every strike.

Kuo Jie has practiced martial arts for several times longer than his opponent, but the current situation cannot be resolved by his profound internal strength.

If you defend yourself with all your strength, you can still hold out for a while.

But when he realized that there was no movement from Jiu Lingzhi, he was startled to see a white shadow rushing towards him, which frightened him to death.

Shi Feixuan seized this momentary flaw and injured his right arm with a sword.

Kuo Jie raised his knife and retreated rapidly, smashing the paper window. As he rushed forward, he threw back a handful of poisoned hidden weapons and then rampaged through several abandoned houses.

With a loud "boom", it broke through the top.

The city wall was right in front of him, but there were swords coming from two directions, one blue and one white.

Kuo Jie, who had been locked by two sword energies, roared angrily. He had nowhere to escape and had to fight back. So he held two swords in his hands, his steps became faster and faster, and the whole person suddenly spun around!

One of his swords was shiny, and the other was dull.

Two balls of sword light spun out, interweaving light and dark, embodying the essence of the Sutra of Light.

In the darkness, light shines.

Qi rushes down from the acupoint at the top of the head, and the fusion of primordial spirit and primordial energy is not perfect to begin with.

But as he spun, the energy and spirit embraced him in the spinning force, causing the two to merge.

In an instant, he brought his nearly sixty years of skills to the extreme!

In an instant, violent sword energy swept in all directions, and the shattered tiles were carried by the strong wind and turned into hidden weapons.

But the speed of the blue and white colors did not slow down, and each used sword energy to break the strong wind!

Two knives faced two swords, and the moment they collided, the entire roof sank downward and was about to collapse.

Eight sword wounds suddenly appeared on Kuo Jie's body. He fought desperately and forced Shi Feixuan to retreat to protect herself.

The fatal thing was that the sword in the wind that was stirred into his body was slightly repelled before attacking again.

The Kuo Jie knew how powerful they were and dared not fight.

He stepped hard, and the already sinking roof fell down directly.

With this momentum, he retracted the spinning force and rushed into the night sky with injuries all over his body.

However, the figure in white followed closely behind him like a ghost.

The Kuo Jie failed to climb the city wall and was intercepted in mid-air.

His eyes widened, unable to believe that the other party's Qinggong was so strong that he could move in the air, even if it was just a slight move, but changed direction, and stepped on his back to knock him down from the air!

At this time, one person rose into the air and the other fell straight down.

Kuo Jie fell to the ground from a height of four meters, his legs bent, and half of his buttocks touched the bluestone slab. With a dull bang, the bricks and stones shattered, leaving a half-foot footprint!

No time to do other actions,

Relying on his powerful fighting instinct, Kuo Jie's clothes shook, his lower abdomen bulged with a growl, he took a deep breath of true energy, raised his two swords, and slashed towards the sky!

There was a crescent moon in his eyes, and under the clear light, a white shadow raised his sword and pressed down.

The sword was extremely fast, and the wind god was invisible and difficult to capture.

However, the faint moonlight combined with the cold sword and reflected in all directions.

The cold moon sword light passed through the clothes of the Moon Saint, and then flashed in the corners of Kuo Jie's eyes and eyebrows.

Kuo Jie's mind was empty and he could no longer see anything external.

He mistook the falling white shadows for wild geese from the northern frontier, and slashed with his two swords in a swirl of blades. Wild geese cut through the cold clouds, the vast sea sank, and the ancient moon lay across. This blade was to sever the geese beneath the moon!

"ah--!"

He roared loudly, tensed to the extreme, and fought with Yue Luofeng's sword.

At this moment, life and death were hanging by a thread, and his sword was the fastest in his life.

The swords and knives made dozens of explosions almost in an instant, and each explosion brought out a burst of energy. The rapid energy flew out through the air and connected together, like someone playing a flute in an empty room, and the sound of the flute became more and more urgent and shorter!

When the pressure reaches its extreme.

Just as the white shadow landed on the ground, the sound was broken and pierced by the sound of a sword!

The sword light shattered the knife shadow, and the light reflected from the cold moon swept across the neck in an instant.

"Clang clang~"

The two swords fell to the ground, Kuojie's legs lost strength, and he knelt on the ground with his head drooping weakly.

Blood gushed out from the throat, splattered on the ground, and dyed the blade red.

Zhou Yi looked at the kneeling corpse and a sense of vigilance emerged in his heart.

This person's martial arts skills have flaws, so he should be inferior to him.

But the ferocity displayed in a life-and-death fight will immediately lead to loss if you underestimate or neglect it.

As the footsteps approached, Shi Feixuan stopped beside him and looked at the weapon on the ground.

"He should be the fifth type of demon of the Great Ming Zun Sect."

"Yeah, and so does the other one with the heavy iron staff."

Recalling the two's true energy, Zhou Yi said, "They use different weapons, but their internal energy is similar. They should be practicing the Bright Light Sutra and the methods of the Sabrakan."

Shi Feixuan's elegant and beautiful face revealed a meaningful smile:

"Brother Dao's profound skills are unfathomable. I was also trying to calmly resist his spiritual method just now, but Brother Dao was not disturbed by it."

"Because my spirit is one, I seek my true self. When there is only me and no one else, everything I see is empty."

Knowing that he was talking nonsense, Shi Feixuan did not expose him. Instead, she cooperated and looked into his eyes.

As if curious, wondering if there was any reflection of himself in his eyes.

When Zhou Yi looked over, the saint avoided his gaze again.

Kuo Jie on the side was unwilling to kneel anymore, so he leaned to one side with his hands resting on the knife.

It seems that he wants to come back to life and fight with them again.

"Brother Dao, let's go help first."

"Walk."

Two figures ran from the edge of the city wall to the roof, and then ran back to the dilapidated mansion of the Ren family. The closer they got, the louder the shouting and screaming became.

The masters of Taoism, Buddhism and the Great Ming Sect are fighting each other.

There are many masters who can use their innate true qi, but in such a chaotic situation, there is no such thing as a fair fight.

The mansion has been surrounded and the number gap is getting bigger and bigger.

If it is a one-on-one fight, even if a top-notch expert wants to run away, it will be very difficult to catch him.

At this time, it was two or three against one, and among them were powerful figures from Taoism and Buddhism. The situation was completely one-sided.

However, Shanmu's men were notoriously evil.

These bewitched people were not afraid at all, but became even more ferocious.

The people of Buddhism will not have any mercy on the Great Ming Sect. If these people come to China to preach, the threat to them may be greater than that of the two demonic sects.

The teachings of the Great Ming Dynasty are not about self-cultivation.

They are a standard cult.

The two Vajras, Buchi and Buju, of the Jingnian Zen Temple, went on a killing spree.

His methods are much more brutal than those of Ji Xun, Ji Shou and others from the Taoist sect.

It is also a meritorious deed for the members of a cult to be saved and sent to the underworld.

The two men waved their Zen sticks and attacked everywhere, venting all the anger they had suffered in the coffin palace.

If we count the results, they are probably the best tonight.

but

When Zhou Yi, who had killed two fifth-category demons, returned from the city wall and entered the chaos, the two Vajras from Jingnian Zen Temple were no match for him.

Zhou Yi's murderous aura is even greater than that of the King Kongs.

The cultists had been running rampant in Nanyang for a long time, which had already angered him.

Thinking of the three uneasy people in the courtyard, and the anger that Dalongtou and the others had suffered.

Zhou Yi joining in from the side was like a tiger among a flock of sheep.

The cultists were already at a disadvantage in the stalemate, and when a figure in white flew over, he passed through the mansion like a sickle cutting wheat. In a moment, he passed through three courtyards and killed more than 20 people.

He gives priority to selecting experts.

Especially those top masters who fought with Mu Dao Ren and his men, they would kill them first, regardless of whether the opponent was seriously injured or not.

Since Zhou Yi entered the chaos, he has never used a second move against the enemy.

He harvested the battlefield along the way, and his methods were so fierce that the Buddhist Vajras were shocked.

It was also the first time for all the forces from Nanyang City who participated in the battle to see the master in this state.

At that moment, they all shouted excitedly, wanting to completely destroy the Great Ming Religion.

When they chased to the north side of the mansion, another master fell under the sword while escaping.

Zhou Yi was about to return to the courtyard to kill,

My heart suddenly tightened!

Without even turning his head, he infused his powerful true energy and slashed out with his sword, releasing the fire sword energy towards the streets behind him.

A point of silver light grew brighter and brighter in the darkness. It was the condensed manifestation of the extremely concentrated true energy. The sword energy was deflected by a nimble figure, and the strong wind was only blocked for a moment before being broken by the silver light.

The darkness was pierced by it as if it were solid, and the sword energy and strong wind shattered like a mirror.

This feeling of unreality makes people dizzy, and looking at the silver light seems to make people dizzy.

Zhou Yi took advantage of the moment when the person was avoiding the sword energy to step back, and the next moment, there was a loud explosion where he was!

The roof tiles spread out to both sides, and the air waves made an explosion.

The man's attack missed without any hesitation. The movement of his feet could not be seen, and the silver light turned around and attacked again.

The previous sneak attack was silent, but this time it was open and aboveboard with great force.

A point of silver light stretched out in the air like a line, continuously dotting the void with an unpredictable trajectory. Eight strong winds were like eight air arrows, and the flying of these air arrows was even more wonderful than the innate arrow formation of the five arrow guards.

Driven by the special true qi, the qi arrows float freely and erratically, but each has its own purpose, and they go straight to the opponent's vital acupoints!

Zhou Yi's long sword was invisible, and he circled his body with the sword, using the method of breaking the innate arrow formation to face these eight forces.

There was no pool water at this time, so he used the Lihuo sword technique to transform it into burning waves.

The eight strong winds were slightly deflected by the air waves and lost their accuracy.

Zhou Yi dodged seven arrows. There were loud explosions all around him, but he didn't care about the broken tiles and dust. He slashed at the last one with his sword, causing the air arrow to shatter with the sword.

However, a strange force rushed into his body along the sword, and for a moment, he was unable to dispel this dangerous energy.

When this force enters the body, hallucinations begin to appear.

Fortunately, he had a strong will and the secret of the Aruina religion. The power of refining the spirit in his orifice rushed down and shattered the illusion.

The mysterious energy in the foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian burst out from the Yongquan point, wrapping around this strange force and suppressing it.

My heart was calm, but there was a silver stick in front of me.

The silver stick reflected the moonlight to confuse the vision, and at the same time contained three stabs that were difficult to distinguish between real and fake, directly targeting the Tanzhong, Qihai, and the center of the eyebrows, each move was fatal!

Zhou Yikan poured the water energy into the long sword and continued the sword momentum with the second mysterious power from the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

Use force to defeat cleverness, and use sword to defeat silver stick.

However, although the opponent's move was more skill than strength, the force contained in it was enough to offset the opponent's attack and bend the cold iron blade.

If it were an ordinary sword, it would have broken long ago.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~”

The long sword flashed and made a sound. Zhou Yi struggled and withdrew the sword with his right hand, and attacked with the Tianshuang Fist with his left hand.

The silver stick was about to chase and hit, but then he turned around and struck to disperse the fist's force first.

Zhou Yi took the opportunity to step back a foot. The person's feet were completely hidden under her long skirt, so no one could see her movements.

The frost had not yet dissipated, and although her feet moved, her upper body remained motionless, like a ghost wandering at night, about to be hit in the face with a stick.

The "Yu Xiaoyao" silver stick swept across like a sudden gust of wind, and the energy spread out in a spiral shape. It was exactly the Xiaoyao Wuxiang in Xiaoyaochai, sweeping away everything in its path!

The eight strong winds suddenly turned into twelve, and the offensive force increased again, wanting to kill the enemy with one blow!

"Shuashuashua~!"

Zhou Yi did not run away, but turned around and drew his sword in response, as the sword light shone brightly around him.

Chen Changgong, Song Yinzi, and Shi Feixuan sent out sword energy from three directions, and the four of them joined forces to break Xiaoyao's twelve qi arrows.

Four swords attacked Shanmu at the same time!

Yu Xiaoyao's entire body was crystal clear and made of rare jade. It could withstand the sword and knife's impact, and it could also absorb the force with its soft power.

Four sword lights flew over, but the kind mother was not panicked.

Her movements were strange. She looked at the four swords, her hands moved with her body, and she used Yu Xiaoyao to make repeated empty points. Each move contained the essence of Persian martial arts that combined hardness and softness, and the coexistence of reality and illusion.

And every strike has her unique way of "breaking the qi".

This Qi-dispelling technique is so strange and unusual that even the Evil King Wuque cannot move it with the Immortal Seal. It is both real and virtual, and cannot be borrowed by force. It can only be forcibly dissolved by the true energy in the body.

Among the four people at present, three have mastered Taoist skills and one has practiced sword manuals.

Each of them has their own subtle innate true qi, otherwise they would have been broken by the good mother's qi.

The five people were surrounded by powerful energy like waves, and the Ren family mansion was almost broken apart.

At this time, the sixth person rushed up!

Taoist Mu rose from the ground, and with his nine-toothed rake, he hooked towards Shanmu's forehead with a sharp and cold force.

Ji Xun and Ji Shou also jumped up, activated the Dadong Sword Technique, and surrounded and killed Shanmu.

Seeing that more and more masters were coming, Shanmu didn't dare to fight anymore. She took a deep breath of true energy and spread the energy in front of her, blocking the four swords and avoiding the rake.

She took a step back, and her apricot-gold-thread skirt, with two hanging red and yellow belts, floated in the air, looking extremely elegant.

The flower bun on her head trembled slightly as she reached the roof of another house.

She had a plump and attractive figure, and a face like a full moon. At this moment, facing a group of masters and seeing many of her subordinates killed or injured, this middle-aged woman smiled coquettishly.

"Shafang is so honored to have the masters of the two major sects in Middle-earth join forces to besiege us."

"Unfortunately, you guys are still far from being able to kill me."

Zhou Yi looked at her coldly:

"Don't flatter yourself. As one of the most accomplished masters of the Daming Zun Sect, you hid aside, disregarding the lives of your men, just to launch a surprise attack, and in the end, you failed. It's truly shameful."

"besides."

"This isn't a place where you can just leave whenever you want."

"You are really brave, let's fight again."

Shafang was about to speak when she saw Zhou Yi rushing towards her with his sword raised.

She didn't believe that the other party had such courage.

He wanted to raise the silver stick, but his mind raced as he stepped back cautiously.

At this moment, a strong gust of wind blew from the side, and a white shadow flashed in front of her, and the speed of both sides was not inferior to her.

For the first time, Shafang felt a sense of crisis and stomped her feet, backing away continuously.

Zhou Yi chased after him with a sword of fire energy, and Shafang dodged and her escape suddenly stopped.

"Good, good, good!"

The old monk's chanting echoed through the night sky: "Where is Good Mother going?"

"Reverence for evil is worse than taking refuge in the Buddha."

Master Zhihui possessed immense power, and his voice seemed to carry the might of a Buddhist lion's roar. The sound of Buddha grew stronger with each word, and by the last word "Buddha", it roared directly in Shafang's ears.

"You two stay, I will retreat."

Shafang's figure flashed, and few people from both Taoism and Buddhism could keep up with her explosive speed.

but

She had just been affected by Zhou Yi's sword energy. At this time, Master of Wisdom and Zhou Yi were approaching together. Both sides locked onto Shanmu. Without a face-to-face encounter, she would not be able to escape no matter what.

Upon seeing this, Shafang's internal Qi surged and accelerated again, and the sound of breaking wind became even louder!

The wise master rushed forward, and his feet made the house tremble.

Zhou Yi's Jingyun Shenyou was controlled to the limit, and the water and fire orifices burst out with energy.

The white shadow flashed like lightning under the moon, and it stepped out with a spinning force in the air, giving people a magical feeling of flying in the air. With just this one step, it instantly closed the distance.

Not to mention the surprise of all the masters, even the Master of Wisdom almost lost his mind.

Among the three masters at this time, he has the strongest skills, but his lightness skills are inferior.

Zhou Yi's skills are the least powerful, but his lightness skills burst out the fastest.

Shafang stared at Zhou Yi. She was wandering around in Mobei, and suddenly a name appeared in her mind.

Yun Shuai?

"Good mother, your Great Ming Sect owes me many debts. Please stay and settle the accounts."

Shafang's face remained calm, but there was a ball of anger in her heart.

Glancing at Master Wisdom, she was unwilling to stop. Once she was held back by the old monk, a group of masters from Nanyang would surround and kill her, and today might end in a dead end.

But after running for a few more breaths, a palm force came from the side.

Zhou Yi slapped out, and his body froze and fell behind the two men.

Shafang was forced to fall downward.

The Master of Wisdom, who was originally slower, pounced in an instant, having accumulated strength for a long time.

At this moment, without hesitation, he pressed his palm towards Shafang.

The old monk's beard and eyebrows fluttered, his robes rustled, and his whole body exuded Zen power, like a huge, angry Buddha, with a real wave of energy surging out.

The power of Buddha’s palm with great compassion!

Shafang's expression changed slightly and she fled into the dilapidated house in front of her.

The next moment, the house was blown apart by a strong force, the thatched wooden shed was completely rotted into a heap, the two earthen walls collapsed with the real force, and smoke and dust rolled in all directions!

Zhou Yi saw a plump track emerging from the smoke and dust.

Shafang ran towards the outside of Nanyang City without looking back.

The power of this palm strike was extraordinary. After Master Wisdom struck out, he stood still and adjusted his breathing slightly.

Since the Master of Wisdom didn't pursue her, Zhou Yi naturally didn't have the courage to pursue Shafang alone.

"Good, good, she was hit by my palm, so she must be injured."

"The master's skills are extraordinary and worthy of admiration."

The monk made great efforts, and Zhou Yi praised him sincerely.

The Wisdom Master's gaze shifted from Shafang to him, looking him up and down.

Zhou Yi remained calm, but was on guard in his heart, trying to prevent the monk from violating martial ethics.

His palm power is too strong, so don't joke with your life.

At this moment, footsteps were heard.

Zhou Yi glanced at her and took a few steps towards Shi Feixuan without leaving any trace.

Just now, when the good mother took action, she came to help at the first time. It can be seen that although the saint girl has some small thoughts, she is not a bad person.

Shi Feixuan greeted Master Wisdom and then looked at Zhou Yi with a hint of concern.

"Is Brother Dao injured?"

Zhou Yi was in a good mood. "With the Master of Wisdom by my side, there's no reason for me to get hurt."

The old monk shook his head and said, "The abbot's Qinggong skills are extremely high, rarely seen in the world. It would be very difficult for the kind mother to injure the abbot."

"These are trivial tricks, not worth mentioning."

Zhou Yi looked at the old monk and said, "Now that Shafang is injured, we must take advantage of this opportunity to attack the Xinye Demon Sect as soon as possible. Then we can attack the Coffin Palace without any worries."

The Master of Wisdom naturally had no objection.

Whether dealing with the Great Ming Sect or the Demon Sect, it is beneficial to Buddhism.

Especially the Demon Sect. The Buddhist and the Demon Sect have been fighting for too long and are mortal enemies.

"The Demon Sect has been rooted for a long time and is not comparable to the Great Ming Sect," Master Wisdom warned, "The Queen of Yin is more difficult to deal with than the Good Mother."

"Master, please rest assured. I have made all the arrangements."

"but."

"If we attack the Demon Sect, we need the Master to be there from the beginning. We must drive them back from Nanyang as quickly as possible to avoid delaying and attracting troops from Xiangyang, which would allow the Coffin Palace to take advantage."

The wise master said cautiously, "If I fight the Yin Queen, I won't be able to distract myself, and I have no chance of defeating her."

"Master, it is enough if you can hold back the Queen of Yin."

Zhou Yi felt much more at ease when he saw the old monk nod.

There are so many masters in Nanyang City now, so we are not afraid of Yin Hou alone.

It is easy for a master like this to cause casualties if he has his hands free.

Taoist friends came to help, and Zhou Yi also had to take their safety into consideration.

After Shi Feixuan listened to their discussion, she asked, "When do you plan to take action, Brother Dao?"

"Rest and recuperate, two days at most."

“…”

The shouting and screaming from the Ren family mansion could no longer be heard.

However, the last few cultists left a deep impression on everyone. They were not afraid of death and no one surrendered.

Unable to resist, they each took poison and recited the scriptures taught by the Good Mother.

Leaving behind sneers and threats, he happily went to his death.

It's a pity that this trick can't scare people here.

The old Taoists felt sorry for them and recited a few verses of the sin-eliminating sutra to help them pass away.

There were four monks guarding the door of Tiantai Temple, watching the bodies being carried out one by one. They sat on both sides of the threshold of the Ren family mansion, beating the wooden fish and chanting with their eyes closed.

Everyone has their own professional way of treating the dead.

The threats and curses from the cultists are doomed to be useless.

When Zhou Yi saw this scene, he had a strange idea.

If he were to do something evil, he would send these people into Zhou Laotan's coffin.

The trip of the Great Ming Sect to Nanyang is worth it in this life.

The people from the Nanyang Gang were cleaning up the aftermath. Meng Degong and Su Yun walked out of the mansion to meet Yang Zhen and Lu Chong. When Zhou Yi came over, Fan Naitang, who had surrounded them with his men, also came forward to report the news.

"Not a single expert who rushed out of the mansion escaped."

"Everyone inside is dead too!"

"good!"

“…”

I had been holding this breath in my heart for a long time, and now I felt very happy.

Although a large number of troops were mobilized in the city, stopping so many scattered masters is also an impressive achievement.

Shanmu was injured.

The Great Ming Sect suffered heavy losses in Nanyang City this time, and it no longer has the ability to cause trouble.

Moreover, this is a joint action by Taoism and Buddhism.

No matter how angry the Great Ming Sect is, he has to hold it in as long as he is in China.

Zhou Yixian went back to the Nanyang Gang and asked Yang Zhen to get some writing materials.

Tonight I finally saw what my good mother looked like, so I drew her on paper.

He drew faster and faster, drawing three or four pictures in a row.

"Are you going to post her out?"

"good."

Zhou Yi finished his last stroke, put the brush down, and blew gently:

"Find a few painters, copy my painting, describe her physical features, stamp it with the official seal of the Great Sui Dynasty, list her as the Great Bandit of the Northern Frontier, and post a reward for her."

Yang Zhenfu smiled and agreed to the matter.

This may not be of any use, but it can still ruin Shafang's reputation and disgust her.

The nest of the Great Ming Zunjiao was overturned, but the city was not yet stable.

After this incident, there are still many follow-ups to be made.

Zhou Yi didn't have to worry about it. After chatting with Song Yinzi, Chen Changgong and others, he returned to the small courtyard on the east side of the Nanyang Gang with a portrait of his kind mother.

Over there, three people, one big and two small, were waiting for him.

Seeing Zhou Yi return safely, the two children went to bed peacefully.

"Is the good mother here?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever fought with her?"

Zhou Yi handed her the portrait of Shanmu:

"She tried to sneak attack, but I detected her and failed. After that, I exchanged a few moves with her. Xiaoyao Chai is indeed powerful, and her skills are higher than mine. I can't defeat her for the time being. However, I want to leave, and she can't stop me."

Aruina looked at the person in the portrait and frowned.

"And then?"

Zhou Yi told her what happened next.

The girl's eyes lit up:

"Shanmu is a very cautious person. Since she suffered a loss, she will not take risks again in the short term. If the Great Master is not here, she will probably not interfere in the affairs of Nanyang."

"The Northern Horse Gang is in the East Capital. Wait for Shanmu to go find the Great Master. If things go well on my side, they're almost done."

Zhou Yi said gently, "You can rest assured for a while."

Aruina nodded and asked, "When will you attack the Demon Sect in Xinye?"

"Just these two days."

"I'll help you."

Zhou Yi saw her determined eyes and said, "Change your sword and your clothes."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Actually, I don't lack manpower this time."

His next sentence was obviously in vain.

Aruina seemed not to hear and continued looking at the portrait.

Zhou Yi took the portrait and crumpled it into a ball: "Shafang is no more than that."

Looking at the round ball of paper, the girl smiled slightly.

Zhou Yi asked her to go to bed early, then remembered something and hurried to find Chen Laomou.

Many people from the Jukun Gang were transferred, and Chen Laomou didn't sleep either.

In the inner room of the fan shop, the two of them made some tea to refresh themselves.

"Master, rest assured. I will take care of everything you have instructed me to do."

Chen Laomou said again:

"This time, we must make a big move in Nanyang to show our stance. Otherwise, the Coffin Palace may not believe us."

"Only by actually sending troops can we let them know that we are ready to attack Champion City at any time."

"Without Champion City, the Coffin Palace will be unable to stop the Four Saintly Monks of the Holy Land of Martial Arts. Those people from the Evil Extreme Sect have been beaten at their doorstep once, so they must have been deeply impressed."

Zhou Yi nodded: "I hope this is the last time I use this method."

Chen Laomou poured him another cup of tea and advised:

"Master, there's no need to be too demanding. Under your management, the Nanyang crisis has entered the most ideal situation. Not only has it achieved balance, but it has also established your authority."

"certainly."

Chen Laomou smiled and said, "It would be great if the Heavenly Master could get the support of the Saint Girl."

Zhou Yi didn't respond at first, and thought of the scene when Shi Feixuan first came to Nanyang.

At that time, I had discussed some important matters with Yang Dalongtou in a covert manner, and it seemed that Cihang Jingzhai still had some secrets.

If the two holy places take out the He Shi Bi again.

What choice will you make this time?

Chen Laomou saw him thinking and thought he was trying to find a way to win the favor of the saint.

The Tianshi is a professional in this kind of thing, so he was very considerate and quietly stood by without disturbing me.

Kuo Jie died on the second day in Nanyang.

Champion City, Coffin Palace.

The main door of the main hall was badly damaged. The left half of the door was completely gone, but only the right half was left. Craftsmen were dismantling the door and preparing to replace it with a new one.

There are countless traces like this inside the Garuda Palace.

Inside the main hall, the four great masters of the Xieji Sect were discussing a letter of challenge.

At the time of Shen, someone rushed into the coffin palace.

"Masters, the king has received the latest news from Nanyang City."

"read."

"yes!"

The messenger stood at the door of the coffin palace and read aloud:

"Last night at midnight, many masters from both Buddhism and Taoism surrounded the Nanyang headquarters of the Great Ming Sect and attacked them. Except for Shanmu, no one escaped."

After listening to this, You Niaojuan waved his hand outside.

"Junior brother, what are you going to do?"

Jin Huanzhen and Emperor Ding also looked at Zhou Laotan, waiting for him to make a decision.

"So, what do you think this letter of challenge means?"

You Niaojuan sneered, "Those old bald donkeys have brought the Dao Sect here again. They are so powerful, so they are definitely forcing us."

Emperor Ding picked up the letter of challenge and said, "Nanyang City, are you really going to confront us head-on, regardless of the cost? This is not like their style."

Jin Huanzhen glanced at the three of them:

"If we lose Champion City, we'll probably have to flee to the far north. We can't handle those four big monks right now."

Zhou Lao sighed and nodded, then suddenly pointed at the letter of challenge:

"Nanyang City seems to be declaring war, but I don't think they want to fight. However, they are forced into a desperate situation."

"Oh? Why do you think so?"

You Niaojuan picked up the letter of challenge and looked at it again, but he couldn't see it.

Zhou Lao sighed with a hint of doubt: "If it's just a declaration of war, why mention the greedy monk so much? He is mentioned three times in the declaration of war."

"It is true." You Niaojuan looked at the letter of challenge again.

Emperor Ding said, "Jingnian Zen Monastery is ashamed of this and wants to take Monk Bu Tan back with them. Nanyang City, are you going to help them capture him?"

Jin Huanzhen didn't say anything, just looked at Zhou Lao and sighed.

"I've been studying the Bu Tan monk and his fellow Buddhists and demons for quite some time. Compared to Champion City, while he has strength, he's insignificant."

Old Zhou sighed and smiled confidently, "Besides, even if we take him back to the Buddhist sect, they will kill him and there is no way to save him."

"Brother, do you mean to return the monk Bu Tan?"

"Then we'll see what they can do."

"Also, that old demon from the Taoist sect who pretends to be young."

As Zhou Lao sighed, he stared at the huge vermilion coffin in the center of the coffin palace and said, "Huh, huh."

"This time, I want to compete with him again."

"Let's see whether his Taoist profound skills are more powerful, or my true demonic power is more formidable!"

Zhou Laotan then told everyone his plan, and they all nodded.

The next morning.

A big monk in a black cassock walked out of Champion City, with a solemn and devilish appearance.

Accompanied by the masters of the Coffin Palace, he headed south into the nearest city.

That is Shunyang City on the north bank of Chaoshui River.

Shunyang City is located between Nanyang and Guanjun. There is a large temple with great incense burning, called Longxing Temple.

However, since the last time the Holy Land attacked the Coffin Palace, the Buddhist disciples here were afraid of being implicated and simply abandoned the temple and fled.

Monk Bu Tan came to Shunyang and occupied Longxing Temple as his temple.

He does not promote Buddhism.

Instead, under Lao Tan's enlightenment, he promoted the views that "Buddha is originally a demon", "the demon is the big Buddha", and "one can become a demon instantly".

He also captured some monks and nuns who were lingering in Shunyang and asked them to listen to his lectures.

Then he let the person out.

Soon, this bizarre news spread.

While Zhou Laotan was taking action, Zhou Yi also launched an operation against the Xinye Demon Sect.

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(End of this chapter)