Chapter 480 The Sword Comes (Double Monthly Ticket Request)
“Da da…”
On a deserted road paved with yellow mud, a group of mounted killers headed towards the center of the gathering dark clouds.
The team sent by Prince Mu's Palace to assassinate the empress was composed of sorcerers and warriors.
The former were all dressed in white, wearing cloaks, with a mourning stick slung diagonally on their backs, and a palm-sized coffin tied to their waists with a worn hemp rope - surprisingly, they were from the same sect as the old sorcerer of the White Sect who cursed Zhao Duan to death.
The latter are the retainers and assassins that King Mu has recruited from the martial arts world and kept in his mansion over the years.
"stop!"
The "leader" leading the team was a family general in the private army of Prince Mu's mansion.
At this moment, he suddenly pulled the reins of his horse and stared ahead as if facing a great enemy.
On the side of the road ahead, there is a stone tablet planted in the soil. It is square in shape and made of qinggang stone. The words "Hundred Flowers" are engraved on the tablet.
These are the "boundary monuments" that can be seen everywhere in the State of Yu.
But at this moment, on the top of the Qinggang stone boundary marker, there was a beautiful woman sitting cross-legged in meditation, wearing a plain Taoist robe with pure white cuffs.
"Everyone, stop." Yuxiu's expression was calm as she looked at the group of people.
"Priest Yuxiu?" The palace guard's expression changed slightly. He was surprised to recognize Yuxiu's identity.
"Why is the priest here? And why is he stopping us? Could it be that the Heavenly Master's Mansion wants to get involved in the affairs of the mortal world?"
The woman, who seemed to be only suitable to be described as "light", raised her hand lightly, pointed at the tense white-robed warlocks in the team, and sneered:
"I have no connection with you, but eradicating these evil sorcerers is the righteous duty of my Tianshi Mansion. I haven't even asked you why you're siding with these evil sorcerers, yet you're asking me instead?"
The palace guard was speechless. He almost forgot that the Baiyi Sect was the target of extermination by the righteous forces because they believed in "Sangshen".
Even though he had rebelled, King Mu could never publicly admit that he had any connection with the evil sorcerer sect.
"Nothing to say? Then go away." Yuxiu said.
The palace guard said in a deep voice, "What if they don't retreat? What will the priest do?"
A hint of cold green light flashed in Yuxiu's eyes, and the green jade flying sword tied with gold thread from her slender waist flew out silently.
In a flash, he passed through the group of people.
Immediately, dozens of horse legs were cut off at the same time. Amid the mournful cries of the war horses, the sorcerers and martial artists on the horses screamed and fell down.
A hand stretched out from the wide white cuffs of Yuxiu, and five fingers gently pinched the flying jade sword that flew back, and said in a calm tone:
"Next time you draw your sword, it won't be the horse's leg you chop off."
The martial arts masters were horrified, and the sorcerers of the White Sect also felt as if they were facing a great enemy, and turned their heads to look at the family generals.
The latter gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and waved it vigorously:
"Leave the warlock to hold her back, and the rest of you follow me into the village! She's alone!"
One by one, the sorcerers in white robes waved their mourning sticks. In an instant, a cold wind blew violently, and mist gushed out along the cracks in the ground. One by one, illusory ghosts emerged, staring at the jade sleeves sitting cross-legged on the stone tablet with their "fangs" bared.
The Baiyi Sect worships the "God of Funeral", whose authority is similar to that of the "God of the Underworld", and can also summon ghosts to fight against enemies.
A sorcerer from the White Sect stepped forward:
"curse!"
Circles of dim halos swept across her, and her eyebrows furrowed in a frown. Her life star quickly dimmed, her fortune declined, and she was entangled in many negative states. Her cultivation also declined without any warning.
As a price, a group of warlocks stood still, rooted to the ground, and confronted her.
“So annoying…”
Yuxiu was annoyed. She hated the disgusting magic of these evil god believers the most, but it worked on her.
The family general left behind a few martial arts masters to surround Yuxiu from the left and right, not seeking to kill or injure her, but only to hold her back.
Create opportunities for the generals of Prince Mu's Mansion to break through.
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"Those coming up ahead are the scum of the Fashen Sect."
Gongshu Tianyuan pressed the "telescope" against his eye sockets, held up his small eyeballs the size of green beans, and gritted his teeth.
The Tianshi Mansion has a deep connection with the Fashen Sect. If you meet them in the wild, they will fight to the death, even if it means losing your red name and leveling up.
"Are there a lot of them?" Jin Jian was only concerned about the number of people.
She was leaning on a staff, with a single eye on the top of the weapon twisting restlessly, but unusually, she did not look at the enemy, but instead looked back at the center of the sea of flowers behind her.
"There are quite a lot... Hmm, they're decreasing. The number of people in this group is decreasing. Weird."
Gongshu Tianyuan put down his "Clairvoyance" in shock, his fat face filled with solemnity:
"I'm afraid the other party has also noticed us and evaded us in advance."
There were more than twenty magicians from the Fashen Sect rushing over from the distant road, and the leader was a wretched old Taoist priest.
There was a bulge in his dirty robe, and the people following him were also old acquaintances.
Xiongba, a tall and strong body refiner who is as strong as a bear.
And the little fat man with a sinister expression carrying a ghost flag.
"Not good, the one in front is the red-dot boy from the Tianshi Mansion!"
A warlock, whose eyes shot out silver-like beams of light, exclaimed.
Tianshi Mansion?
The warlocks' hearts sank, as this was an unexpected event that had not been mentioned in the intelligence.
"I can't worry about that anymore. I have a feeling that if we can't stop what's going to happen in time, we won't be able to escape even if we turn around."
The wretched old Taoist priest's skinny hands trembled slightly, his lips were pale as he spoke, staring at the dragon appearing in the sky, feeling depressed.
Something bad must have happened ahead, although he couldn't imagine what exactly was happening.
Why do I feel that the celestial phenomenon before my eyes is quite similar to the Fengshan Ceremony at Mount Luo in the past?
But Baihua Village is not Luoshan. It is impossible for the empress, who was seriously injured and fled, and whose dragon energy was dissipated, to reach the top so quickly.
"Xiongba, Fatty, you take half of the people and use this talisman to bypass them. I will take the rest of the people and hold them back." The wretched old Taoist spread out his dirty hands, and a piece of purple talisman paper lay in his palms.
The magicians of the Fashen Sect immediately split into two groups. Half of them tore open the talisman paper, and their figures seemed to be wiped away bit by bit. The remaining team walked to the front of Jin Jian and Gongshu Tianyuan and stopped.
No nonsense.
The wretched old Taoist unbuttoned his pants... no, unbuttoned his robe. On both sides of the robe's lining, colorful talismans like colorful flags were posted and shot towards the two priests like arrows:
"Hold these two!"
The other sorcerers made hand gestures in unison, and one after another magic light balls whizzed by and "swallowed" the two of them.
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In the courtyard of a country house, there is an outdoor bathing pool dug out in the yard.
Following Zhao Duan's low roar, everything fell silent.
a long time.
He climbed out of the bathing pool, sat on the shore, and looked down at the empress in the pool, who was almost limply lying on the wall, twitching slightly.
“Huahua——”
Clear water gushed out from the mouth of a stone-carved Pixiu in the corner of the bathing pool, flowing into the bathing pool continuously.
"It's a bit noisy."
Zhao Duan was as holy as a Buddha afterward. He looked up at the sky above the courtyard, which was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and exclaimed in astonishment:
"That's so exaggerated. As long as the pursuers are not blind, they will know that Your Majesty is here without asking. Your Majesty, if you can't get through that level again, I will be powerless to help you for a while."
"Hmm..." Xu Zhenguan turned over lazily, closed his eyes, crossed his legs in the water, and whispered, "Get out."
Just throw it away after use, right? Okay, okay, the royal family is indeed the most ruthless... Zhao Duan curled his lips, but the corners of his face rose, knowing that Zhenbao's words meant that it would really work this time.
The difficulty of advancing to the celestial realm is higher than expected. The two of them have hardly dared to slack off in the past few days, and their style of action has become more and more bold.
Every corner of the house became a place for spiritual practice.
As Zhenbao got closer to heaven, she became more and more radiant, her skin became white and rosy, and as delicate as a baby's.
Even though Zhao Duan possessed the Qinglian recovery plug-in, he was still gradually defeated.
Now he walked ashore, circulated his Qi to evaporate the water droplets on his body, and put on the coat hanging on the clothesline.
Sensing the thriving internal force in his Qi Sea, he estimated that he had probably entered the "middle level of the world".
"But this is not without cost. The power of the dragon soul has also been greatly reduced and is no longer as strong as before. Fortunately, it is all worth it."
Zhao Duan felt the dragon soul that had shrunk a lot in his sea of qi. He smiled, his ears moving slightly, and his spiritual sense caught the danger coming from all directions from the breeze.
"Are you finally here?" Zhao Duan whispered softly. He closed the gate of the courtyard, walked through the front yard, pushed the door open and walked out of the house.
Arrived at the door.
Then he moved a set of tables and chairs to the door, took out some cut watermelon, various seasonal fruits and vegetables, and even brought out a jar of new mud-sealed aged wine.
He even took out a roast chicken that was cooked in the fire pit on the stove and placed it on the table.
Zhao Duan sat at the door, took out the "Taixu Painting Scroll" in the form of a silver scroll, shook it lightly, and a purple bowl fell out.
This is a Buddhist treasure in Xu Zhenguan's storage bracelet, which belongs to the royal collection. Zhao Duan threw the purple gold bowl into the air!
"Buzz!"
The bowl was hanging high in the air, spinning around as if it was fixed, and with it as the center, a light shield shaped like an inverted glass bowl suddenly enveloped the entire house.
"This bowl can be used to set up formations and barriers to resist the full force of attacks from the worldly realm, but it requires someone to control it, otherwise its power will be greatly reduced."
Xu Zhenguan said this when he gave him this bowl.
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The wind rustled through the sea of flowers. The continuous rain made the branches of flowers within a few miles of Baihua Village soaked with water, and the flowers were tender and juicy.
As the cold wind blows, the sea of flowers looks like waves of wheat, layer upon layer, one wave higher than the other.
When the head monk of the Buddhist precepts and Monk Tianhai came from the Eastern Flower Sea, they saw the generals of Prince Mu's Mansion in the Western Flower Sea leading a large group of martial artists approaching with sharp blades.
In the southern sea of flowers, a group of sorcerers appeared silently, led by Xiongba and the little fat man, who looked alert.
The three parties exchanged glances, realized that they were allies, and turned around to surround the blue brick house facing north and south in the center of the sea of flowers.
Then, the three forces were stunned at the same time.
They first saw the "barrier" that was like a transparent glass bowl, covering the entire house upside down.
Soon, he saw Zhao Duan squatting in front of a low table at the bottom of the steps at the gate of the house, inside the barrier, eating heartily to replenish his energy.
His mouth was covered in grease, and he held half a roast chicken in his right hand and a piece of watermelon in his left hand.
He took a bite of meat with his left hand and a bite of melon with his right hand, eating with such concentration that he was almost oblivious to himself.
The short blade transformed from the Golden Crow Flying Knife and the Frost Sword that had never been unsheathed were thrown on the table, one on the left and one on the right.
The pursuers surrounded him on three sides and were getting close, but Zhao Duan seemed to be unconcerned.
He slowly swallowed the food in his mouth, then slowly took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. He smiled and looked around at the group of enemies, some unfamiliar, some familiar:
"It's really surprising that it's so lively today."
Everyone had strange expressions on their faces and didn't dare to move for a moment, fearing that it was a trap.
It was the head monk of the Discipline Hall of Shenlong Temple who spoke first: "Zhao Duan, long time no see."
Zhao Duan squinted his eyes and looked at the monk in robes with contempt. He looked dignified and serious.
"Who are you?"
The head monk of the Discipline Hall froze in expression, anger welling up in his heart, a rage of being ignored and mocked!
The two had met more than once. The last time was during the Buddhist debate. The head of the Discipline Hall was also present, standing behind Abbot Xuanyin.
However, Zhao Duan did have a dull impression of this person. Not to mention Prajna, Xuanyin... even Bian Ji was more memorable than this so-called abbot.
"Don't make that face. Does it matter whether I remember you or not?"
Zhao Duan sneered, his eyes fell on the young Tianhai again, slightly surprised, and smiled:
"Hey, you're not dead?"
Tianhai had a blank expression on his face, his fists were clenched tightly, and his joints made crackling sounds!
Zhao Duan asked curiously:
"You're here, but why is Nagarjuna nowhere to be seen? Could it be that because of his status as a Bodhisattva, it's difficult for him to leave the capital?
"Strange, have the people of Shenlong Temple ever cared about their reputation? Even the abbot is a sneaky and cunning person. If his superiors follow his example, they will definitely not care about the public's opinion, right?"
"How dare you, you little brat!"
"How dare you be so rude!"
The other monks were furious and started shouting and cursing.
Zhao Duan was too lazy to pay attention and looked at the slightly familiar group from the Fashen Sect. Many of the faces here looked familiar, especially Xiongba and the fat guy, who he still remembered:
"The Law God Sect is here too, great. But where's your Law God? Is he hiding and not daring to show up, or did he die after Luo Shanhou last time?"
Xiongba, the little fat man and the others looked unhappy, but they did not dare to lower their vigilance at all.
Zhao Duan looked at the guards of Prince Mu's Mansion again. This time they were all unfamiliar faces, but he recognized the standard sword in the hands of the leading guard.
"I guess you are from Prince Mu's Mansion. I have heard of Prince Mu's great name since I was in the capital. It is said that he was suppressed by Zhao Shixiong, the border soldier, for many years. Now it seems that he has been secretly in contact with him for a long time.
Why not just send that Zhao Shixiong? Or maybe you are the one?
Zhao Duan said in a joking tone.
All the warriors in Prince Mu's mansion showed anger, and the leading general sneered:
"No need for deceit. Today, we are coming in three groups. If you have the ability, then fight us head-on. If you can't hold on, surrender as soon as possible. Or are you stalling for time?"
Zhao Duan smiled brightly. He slowly stood up and looked at everyone across the purple gold bowl's barrier:
"Yes, I'm just stalling for time. I admit that with the strength of you guys, even if I were to enter the mortal world, I wouldn't be able to defeat you with just two fists, but..."
He pointed at the barrier in front of him, a provocative smile on his face:
"If you want to do anything, just come in."
Come here!
This appearance made everyone even more alert and unpredictable.
"Everyone, don't fall for this trick. This person is definitely bluffing. I don't know what the Empress is up to right now, but there's no time to lose. Everyone, work together to break this barrier and kill this person!"
The general of Prince Mu's Mansion spoke in a deep voice. As a general in the army, he acted more decisively and drew his sword to chop forward.
With a "clang" sound, the sharp blade slashed in the air, as if colliding with fine iron, bursting out a string of sparks.
"The purple-gold bowl... This is my Buddhist talisman, made from the indestructible golden body. If you attack with scattered attacks, it will be extremely difficult to break it.
But the person holding the formation is the weak point. Listen to my command and simultaneously concentrate your attack on the area in front of Zhao the thief. Create a gap, then send someone in to break through and kill him. The bowl will be without a master and will naturally be broken!"
The serious face of the head monk of the Discipline Hall was also full of determination!
Everyone's eyes lit up, thinking that he was worthy of being a high monk from Shenlong Temple. Although the three forces did not want to fight each other, no one questioned the abbot's proposal at the moment.
"I'll kill him!"
A cold voice sounded, and the young man Tianhai stepped out, raised his hand behind him, and grasped the end of the Six-Path Stick.
With a twist of his wrist, the cloth strips wrapped around the Six-Path Staff broke into pieces with a "hissing" sound, and pieces fell off, revealing a strangely shaped hexagonal Zen staff before everyone's eyes.
Tianhai was excited. When Zhao Duan personally admitted that he had entered the secular realm, he decided to be the pioneer in breaking the formation.
Whether it was the sorcerers of the God of Law or the people in Prince Mu's palace, they all knew the reputation of "Demon Eye Tianhai" and readily agreed.
Immediately, nearly a hundred assassins outside the courtyard attacked at the same time, each showing their magical powers, and their magic, swords and knives tacitly focused on one place!
“Boom boom boom!”
Amidst the continuous explosions, the purple-gold bowl hanging high in the sky began to tremble, its rotation was disrupted, and the entire barrier flickered.
Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows, his heart sank slightly, thinking that it would be difficult to last too long relying on this thing alone.
If the monk had not reminded them, the group could have delayed the attack longer by dispersing their attacks. However, this greatly shortened the time that the defensive talisman could hold out.
Of course, even if the empress has not yet broken through, her current realm of half-step to heaven is enough to fight against this group of people. Not to mention killing them, it will not be a problem for her to escape unscathed.
but……
If this promotion is destroyed again, can the weakened dragon soul still support the impact of the heaven and man again in a short period of time?
Thinking of this, Zhao Duan's expression turned cold. He did not touch the two weapons on the table, but stared at the front.
At this moment, with the continuous bombardment, the barrier in front became weaker and weaker, and was gradually torn open to a hole that was only wide enough for one person to pass through.
A thin young monk with a thick yellow silk ribbon wrapped around his forehead took a step forward holding a six-way staff. His body emitted brilliant Buddha light and opened up a golden bell.
With firm steps, he "squeezed" out of the barrier slowly and bit by bit!
During the process, Tianhai pulled off the thick yellow ribbon on his forehead, revealing a unique eye between his eyebrows.
At this moment, that eye held a majestic indifference that belonged only to a god.
Tianhai approached step by step and said coldly:
"In the last Buddhist-Taoist competition, you luckily won. Today, I will teach you who is the true king of the younger generation."
Zhao Duan stared at him strangely and said:
"I didn't expect you to be so obsessed with winning or losing. Doesn't Buddhism teach letting go of obsessions? I also remember that you value fairness and justice above all else, and that you like to punish evil and promote good. Now it seems that's not entirely true."
Tian Hai took the final step and walked completely into the barrier. Three eyes locked onto him:
"The false emperor committed evil, and the treacherous ministers brought disaster. Without you, the emperor and his ministers, this is the fairness and justice I pursue."
Zhao Duan shook his head, thinking that the little monk was severely brainwashed and beyond help.
He looked at me with pity, and suddenly smiled:
"It seems that the loss you suffered last time was not enough to teach you a lesson. I heard that you have no father or mother, so I have no choice but to teach you a lesson again."
He raised his hand and clenched it in the air!
“Whoosh—”
In the closed courtyard, a magical weapon leaped in.
After half a year, the Tai'a Sword returned again.
(End of this chapter)
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