Chapter 175 Qin Shoucheng: I will give you a chance
"Black air is swirling, and a powerful demon is lurking..."
When Qin Shoucheng saw this scene, his expression changed drastically, and he raised his voice sharply and said:
"Quick, Princess, let's go!"
The princess did not dare to hesitate. She looked at the deputy general in the tent and gave the order directly:
"Divide the troops into two groups, one group will go to the front road to guard it."
"All the way to Akina Road to garrison."
"yes."
…………
After giving the order, the princess no longer hesitated. She stretched out her fair fingers and grasped Qin Shoucheng's belt:
"It happened suddenly. I'm sorry."
After she finished speaking, her body floated up like a rainbow.
As his toes touched the ground, Qin Shoucheng felt dizzy.
In a moment, he appeared half a mile outside the tent.
“Chiu!”
Another scene change.
As the eldest princess moved as swiftly as a fairy, the two of them headed towards the distant Bilu Road where Zeng Anmin was at an extremely fast speed.
…………
Zeng Anmin used up all his martial arts energy to send out a sound signal.
His eyes were fixed on the black air flying towards him.
The next moment, a ten-foot-tall Confucian and Taoist Dharma image surged out from his body.
“Buzz!!”
As the extremely majestic Confucian and Taoist images floated up.
Six golden Confucian artifacts were also found on the back of the statue.
"The sage said, no demons can invade our people."
Zeng Anmin's expression was indifferent at this time.
As his voice rang out.
The Confucian and Taoist image in the air also slowly opened its eyes.
Zeng Anmin stretched out his hand.
The Dharma image also extends a hand.
“Buzz!!!”
“Hi~”
The thick black air was grasped in the hand of the Dharma image in the air.
The moment when the black energy was grasped in the hands of the Dharmakāya.
Zeng Anmin's face suddenly turned red.
He clearly felt that in order to erase this black energy.
The Dharma image suspended in the air was like a water pump, madly absorbing the righteous energy in his sea of consciousness.
“Buzz!!!”
The Dharma image burst out with an extremely rich golden light.
The black gas instantly dissipated into nothingness.
“Huh~”
Zeng Anmin was breathing heavily.
He stared at Bixuan in front of him.
“Eh~”
In the mountain path.
Bixuan, who was floating in the air, made a curious sound.
Its lantern-like eyes flickered with doubt:
"Confucian cultivator?"
"Are you a warrior or a Confucian cultivator?"
His voice was still like the sound of a drum, shaking Zeng Anmin's eardrums.
Zeng Anmin didn't say anything.
He just stared at Bixuan in front of him.
"Boom, boom, boom~"
His heart was beating very fast.
There was no trace of fear on his face.
Bixuan raised his eyebrows in a humane way and looked at Zeng Anmin with interest:
"No wonder I suddenly felt like taking a trip to the mountains today."
"The original Dao is not the disciples of the Xuanzhen Division and these Holy Nation soldiers, but you."
"Since ancient times, there has never been a Confucian and a martial artist who practiced together. Come here and let me see what makes you so special."
After saying that, he smiled easily.
He stretched out his sharp claws and gently hooked one of his fingers.
The next moment.
Countless black air gushed out from it.
It formed an extremely broad giant hand that seemed to cover the sky and the sun.
Slowly, it attacked Zeng Anmin's weak body.
The speed is not fast.
But Zeng Anmin could feel it clearly.
No matter how I dodge, I can't escape this giant hand...
But, how could he be willing to surrender?!
Facing the giant hand that seems like doomsday.
Zeng Anmin was not afraid at all.
His thoughts were madly surging with the righteous energy in his sea of consciousness.
“Buzz!!”
His body also suddenly burst out with extremely dazzling golden light.
“Hu!!”
Zeng Anmin pushed the Confucian and Taoist method of controlling qi taught by his father to the extreme.
at the same time.
The huge Dharma image floating above his head also emitted a golden light.
Behind the Dharmakāya.
A golden Confucian weapon floated into the hands of the Dharmakāya.
That Confucian artifact is the golden scepter!
The hu represents one of the "Yu" arts of Junzi!
And the offensive means of protection.
It was created by the Confucian sage!
“The sage said: Use your mind to control yourself, use yourself to control others, and use others to control things.”
Zeng Anmin's eyes were flashing with an extremely intense golden light at this moment.
He stared at Bixuan in front of him.
“Buzz!!!”
A golden wave drifted out from the golden Dharma hand above Zeng Anmin's head and spread out in all directions.
In the Dharmakāya’s hand, the majestic golden scepter was shaking violently.
“Whoosh!!!”
The surrounding weeds, leaves, and branches were all carried away by this wave.
"Stop struggling."
Bixuan was floating leisurely in the air.
It folds its arms.
He watched with great interest as Zeng Anmin activated the true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism:
"If you were a fourth-rank Confucian cultivator, I would have turned and left, but a mere fifth-rank cultivator... you're nothing more than an ant."
Zeng Anmin had no time to deal with him.
At this moment, he was madly urging the righteous energy in his body.
The golden righteous energy seemed extremely violent under his urging.
"Buzz~"
Another wave emerged from the golden scepter.
at the same time.
The huge black hand also slowly pressed over.
Collided with the first wave of righteousness.
“Hi~”
After the collision.
The golden waves leaped over the black hand and continued to spread in all directions.
The black hand only paused slightly, and continued to press towards Zeng Anmin without slowing down.
Zeng Anmin gritted his teeth, and the last bit of his righteous spirit was also summoned out by him.
After the golden scepter, the third wave also surged outward.
After the wave.
The golden image suspended in the air slowly dissipated.
The six Confucian artifacts also slowly dissipated, turning into golden spots of light and returning to Zeng Anmin's sea of consciousness.
The black hand was less than ten feet away from Zeng Anmin.
"Buzz~"
The second wave came towards Black Hand.
The black hand stopped and paused, but then slowly pressed towards Zeng Anmin.
“Buzz!!”
The third golden wave soon followed.
Black Hand paused.
The thick black smell also became much lighter.
But only after a slight pause.
He pressed towards Zeng Anmin again.
Zeng Anmin looked up and looked at the black hand indifferently.
At this time, his martial arts energy was exhausted.
The spirit of Confucianism and Taoism also dried up.
All that remains is to wait for the arrival of the black hand.
He has done his best.
The gap in realm cannot be made up by his best efforts.
He has no regrets.
He waited calmly.
The black hand was already very close to him.
"Next, this black hand pulled me over, and Bi Xuan killed me. I locked my blood due to the [Last Reserve], and then broke through to the fifth level of the Breath Condensation Realm, possessing the fourth level of combat power, and fought a desperate battle with this bastard."
Zeng Anmin's eyes became calm.
No matter what, he has thought it through at this time.
The worst that can happen is death.
Even if I die, I will cut a piece of flesh off this bastard.
only……
Zeng Anmin sighed softly.
My cousin's husband was a martial arts genius back then, but he died at the hands of this Bi Xuan.
And because of the cheat, I can also be considered a genius.
There is also a great possibility of dying at its hands.
This Bixuan is also a talented hunter...
"hehe."
Zeng Anmin found himself laughing.
He looked at the black hand and a smile appeared on his face.
“Buzz!!”
The black hand fell without any surprise and grabbed Zeng Anmin.
"Hmm~"
Zeng Anmin felt his whole body tense up.
My breathing is a little difficult.
The black air swirling between the black hands made him feel extremely nauseous.
"What Confucian cultivators hate most is this evil spirit."
That is the disgust and aversion that comes from the depths of the soul.
"Chiu."
Zeng Anmin was grabbed by a black hand and flew into the air.
"I never thought that the first time I took off in my life would be by being held by a scum of the demon race..."
Zeng Anmin chuckled again.
Bixuan just looked at him teasingly and hooked his sharp fingers lightly.
Holding Zeng Anmin's black hand, he slowly flew towards Bixuan.
"The sage said: Those who offend our human race will be punished, even if they are far away."
Just as Zeng Anmin was finding joy in the midst of hardship and enjoying the feeling of flying.
A familiar old man's voice slowly sounded.
The voice was extremely vicissitudes of life and also extremely powerful.
When Zeng Anmin heard this voice, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Dean Qin!! I declare that from now on you will be my second father!"
Zeng Anmin felt a sudden sense of relief.
He looked towards the source of the sound excitedly.
Then his expression changed to something extremely strange.
The owner of that mighty, majestic and vicissitudes of life voice just now.
At this moment, he was like a frail little dog, being held in someone's hand...
"Ku~"
Zeng Anmin really couldn't help but smile.
On a branch not far away.
The eldest princess was now heroic and dressed in light armor.
Even the dark night couldn't hide the outline of her chest.
At this moment, she was holding Qin Shoucheng's belt in her hand.
Qin Shoucheng looked extremely embarrassed.
But his expression was so solemn, so majestic...
“Buzz!!!”
An extremely rich green aura emerged from Qin Shoucheng's body.
“Swish!!”
The familiar, huge Confucian and Taoist statues stand like a giant in the mountains and forests.
This Confucian and Taoist Dharma image is green in color throughout.
Majestic and vast.
Like a god, he gazes at the world with indifference.
Although the color is not as good as Zeng Anmin's.
But it is more powerful.
More majestic.
One can't help but admire it.
As the huge Dharma image opened its eyes.
Two massive azure auras attacked Zeng Anmin.
“Buzz!!”
The giant hand holding Zeng Anmin was like tofu and was easily shattered by the majestic energy.
"Pfft~"
The black hand disappeared.
Zeng Anmin fell to the ground.
"Take it easy, Dean Qin!"
Zeng Anmin fell and grimaced. He rubbed his head which was a little dizzy from the fall and limped towards Qin Shoucheng and the eldest princess.
However, no one in the field paid attention to him.
Qin Shoucheng was also put on the ground by the princess at this time.
He stood in a very dignified posture, looking disdainfully at Bixuan floating in the air.
"Bixuan, you actually came here in person?"
There was a hint of indifference in Qin Shoucheng's voice.
"The Four Grades of Confucianism and Taoism."
Bixuan did not answer, but just stared at Qin Shoucheng. His originally playful eyes became serious and solemn.
"This king will not get entangled with you!"
After saying that, Bixuan, who was floating in the air, turned around and wanted to rush out at a high speed.
only……
"Your Highness, how about I give you a chance of good fortune?!"
Qin Shoucheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly and slowly raised his arm.
At the same time, the green giant image in the air slowly raised its arms.
Aimed at Bixuan who was flying out of the forest.
(End of this chapter)
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