Liu Haizhu stared dumbfounded at the sea of people before him.
The question is no longer whether he wants to go down the mountain, but whether he can go down the mountain.
The only happy person present was Qiao Suinian. With so many people rushing forward, the situation was bound to become chaotic, and that would be his opportunity.
He refused to believe that with so many people rushing at him, the old monk would only attack him.
At this moment, Ji Kun, who had kept his eyes tightly closed, also opened them. His sword-like eyes became even more profound, like a deep pool of water. If you looked at them for too long, you would inevitably sink into them. He seemed to have gained a completely new understanding of the way of the sword.
"Where is the Prince of Zhenxi?" Ji Kun asked, frowning.
"He's been kidnapped by this old monk!" Qiao Suinian quickly pointed at the old monk. "Just now, as soon as you broke open the door, two old monks appeared out of nowhere. One kidnapped the Prince of Zhenxi, and the other stayed here to stop me. I don't know what they're planning to do to the Prince of Zhenxi!"
The old monk had been smiling at first, but after hearing Qiao Suinian's words, the smile on his face slowly faded.
"Amitabha, benefactor, a monk does not lie, I swear! This humble monk will send you to the Western Paradise right now!"
The old monk's forehead was covered in black lines. Then he stopped holding back, and each time he swung the Buddhist beads made from his brow bone, they had an incredibly terrifying destructive power.
He never expected that this guy in front of him was not only extremely murderous, but also possessed a terrifying aura that he could sense from a great distance, and was shameless to an outrageous degree.
The old monk had seen people with a strong bloodlust before, but such people often had a strong sense of self-respect, were neither entirely righteous nor wicked, and would rather fight to the death than do anything that would make them lose face.
But this kid in front of him seemed to have no shame whatsoever, which made the old monk even more determined not to let Qiao Suinian in.
As the guardian of the sacred lake, his duty is to protect its peace. Letting this kind of guy in would turn the entire sacred lake upside down.
"Demons and monsters!"
Thinking of this, the old monk finally got serious. He flicked his prayer beads, and countless demons roared out, rushing directly towards Qiao Suinian.
"Help!"
Qiao Suinian turned and fled immediately, showing no intention of fighting the old monk to the death, and charged straight towards Ji Kun and the others.
Ji Kun frowned, then unleashed a sword strike, annihilating all the demons and monsters beneath its power.
"Master, please ask your companion to return the King of Zhenxi." Ji Kun politely bowed to the old monk.
"Damn it! You believe that brat but not this humble monk?" The old monk was clearly exasperated. "The King of Zhenxi has a full forehead and innocent eyes; he is clearly a person with a special destiny. Naturally, this old monk would not stop him from entering the sacred lake. He has already gone in!"
"Then please let us pass, Master. We only need to see the Prince of Zhenxi in peace, and we will not cause you any trouble." Ji Kun remained polite as ever.
"No! Only those with pure hearts can enter this sacred lake; otherwise, they will defile its sanctity! Ordinary people must never cross this line!" The old monk refused outright.
"There's nothing I can do then. I can only send the master to see Buddha."
Ji Kun's sword intent surged. He didn't believe the old monk or Qiao Suinian; he only believed his own eyes. He had to see with his own eyes that the Prince of Zhenxi was safe.
"Arrogant!"
The old monk glared angrily, like an enraged Vajra, and then lashed out his prayer beads like a whip.
"With this humble monk here, no unauthorized person shall even think of setting foot on the sacred lake!"
"Sealing Curse of the Evil!"
Suddenly, countless demons and monsters appeared on the prayer beads in the old monk's hand. These demons and monsters seemed to be terrifying monsters that had been sealed by the prayer beads before. As if they had been summoned again, they swept towards Ji Kun and the others like a flood.
"One sword to pacify Pingyang!"
Ji Kun raised his longsword high, and the sword in his hand slashed down with a thunderous roar, as if striking the blazing sun.
"Hmph! Your sword intent is indeed strong, but it's not enough!"
The old monk snorted coldly and pressed down with his prayer beads, actually forcing Ji Kun's sword intent back. The two forces clashed in mid-air.
Ji Kun remained expressionless. The next second, Liu Huaqiang appeared behind the old monk and slashed at the old monk's round head with his knife.
The opportunity on the stone gate seemed to greatly enhance him, and Liu Huaqiang's blade was covered with an incomparably terrifying golden aura.
"You dare to ambush this humble monk! I'll curse you, you immortal!"
The old monk's expression changed. He was currently facing off against Ji Kun and had no energy left to deal with Liu Huaqiang.
Left with no other choice, the old monk could only retreat sharply to avoid the combined attack of Liu Huaqiang and Ji Kun.
“Master, we have no intention of being your enemy, but if you remain obstinate, I will not be polite with my next sword strike.” Ji Kun slowly walked forward, sword in hand.
“I have long since disregarded life and death. Protecting the sacred lake is my life’s mission. Coercion by violence will not work on me.”
The old monk chanted a Buddhist prayer, and the prayer beads in his hand began to flutter gently.
At this moment, those who had witnessed the strange phenomenon also flocked to the summit of Tianshan Mountain.
"My God! It's a sacred lake! There really is a sacred lake on the top of the Tianshan Mountains! The legend is true!"
"Legend has it that the sacred lake contains countless treasures left behind by the gods, and whoever obtains them can live forever! I must explore it!"
"I am destiny itself! The treasures here surely belong to me, Wang Teng!"
Upon arriving and seeing the sacred lake, those people revealed fanatical gazes. People die for wealth, birds die for food; in the post-apocalyptic world, the law of the jungle has become even more blatant, and no one will let go of any opportunity to improve their strength.
Seeing so many people, the old monk fell silent. No matter how strong he was, he could never stop so many humans who came to search for treasure like hungry wolves.
He sighed softly, then walked to the ancient bell and gently struck it, producing a desolate yet melodious sound.
"It seems that this humble monk cannot protect this sacred lake. It seems that Master's prophecy was correct. On a cloudless, full moon night, the demons of the Nine Nether Hells will travel thousands of miles to reach it, and boundless darkness will descend upon the sacred lake. When the demons have taken everything, the sacred lake will be completely annihilated."
After the old monk finished speaking, his eyes were already misty with tears. He had guarded the sacred lake all his life, but in the end, he could no longer protect it. He looked up at Qiao Suinian, his eyes filled with indignation.
"You are the demon from the Nine Nether Hells that Master prophesied! I can't stop others, but I will definitely cripple you and prevent you from taking anything from the Sacred Lake!"
Upon hearing this, Qiao Suinian's nose instantly twisted with anger.
"No, how am I a demon? There's no evidence whatsoever. Old bald man, are you targeting me? I'll test your code!"
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