Wang Youwei followed Hong Fengye and unconsciously thought of his son. He had personally practiced it for his son. If the city of Shattered Ye is really broken, then his son will definitely die.

No one knows his son better than his father. Wang Youwei knows what kind of person Wang De was, but now he can't do anything, so he can only put his hope on the safety of Suoye City.

"My dear, are you worried about the safety of your eldest son?"

Hong Fengye noticed that Wang Youwei was a little absent-minded, so he asked.

"When you go back to your Majesty, I am upset about the incompetence of the dog son, which has led to the army of the Wuzhou Dynasty entering the royal city."

When Wang Youwei heard the question, he came out of his thoughts and replied immediately.

"My dear...ah, I can't blame the king early."

Hong Fengye shook his head and sighed.

Being with the king is like being with a tiger. Wang Youwei knows the king's mind well. Even if he has any thoughts in his heart, he must speak according to the king's will. Whoever is a father doesn't feel sorry for his son, let alone Wang Youwei still has a son when he is old.

I could only pray for my son silently in my heart, praying that the city of Shattered Ye has not been broken, and praying that my son is still in Shattered Ye City.

In the distance, more and more imperial guards rushed to the palace walls, and the screams one after another made Hong Fengye feel nervous.

"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are also like this..."

Just at this moment, a muslim voice came out, and Hong Fengye's heart gradually calmed down with the muslim voice.

Not only him, but everyone on the entire battlefield heard the sounds of the Sanskrit, and they all stopped the offensive in their hands. Whether it was the soldiers of the Wuzhou Dynasty or the soldiers of the Fenglin Dynasty, they all stopped and watched.

The monk who was chanting Buddhist scriptures was getting closer and closer to Zhou Chuan's chariot. The snow-white cassock was not stained with any dust. Even though the ground was covered with blood, the shoes were still not stained with any blood.

Meng Yi immediately turned around and came to Zhou Chuan's side, looking at the monk walking towards him with a serious expression. As soon as he heard the sound of Fanyin, Meng Yi felt a voice in his heart, advising him not to continue killing.

Meng Yi, who was at the peak of the martial arts realm, immediately realized something was wrong. The influence of Fanyin on him was not very strong, but the person who recited Fanyin was very strong, at least he himself felt that he was not the opponent of the monk.

"Your Majesty, this monk is quite powerful."

Meng Yi whispered beside Zhou Chuan's earlobe.

The new soldiers around them all made a way, a way that just happened to allow monks to get close to the chariots.

"Monk, this is the battlefield. What's wrong with you?"

Meng Yi couldn't help but shouted sternly, this feeling was so uncomfortable. Until now, he didn't know what the monk was going to do.

The monk with his cloak walked all the way to the front of the chariot before stopping, and then said slowly: "Didn't you invite me?"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, Zhou Chuan was stunned. He didn't remember summoning the monk out, and the tone of the other party didn't seem to be a lie.

"I came here just to eliminate demons, but I think the donor seems to have demonic skills. Can I solve my doubts for me?" The monk said in a slow tone.

It seems that he was born with this tone, calm and composed, but the more he did, the less Zhou Chuan could grasp the motive of this monk.

At this moment, Hong Fengye and Wang Youwei from the Fenglin Dynasty came out on the palace tower and laughed and said, "Master, you are finally here."

The monk frowned first, then nodded suddenly, and said, "The donor is polite. Since the donor has crushed the Bodhis seed, then there is a demon sect that appears. I wonder if he refers to this donor."

As he said that, the monk suddenly pointed at Zhou Chuan.

Meng Yi immediately became nervous. The monk had a very high level of cultivation and looked extraordinary. When he thought of what the other party said before, his heart was raised to his throat.

The other party's strange Sanskrit sound made Meng Yi secretly shocked. This method was unheard of, especially the feeling that the other party gave him was unfathomable!

"Yes, master, this person is the new king of the Wuzhou Dynasty, but when he ascended the throne, there were suddenly more than 200 strong men from the martial arts realm as subordinates."

Hong Fengye was excited when he said this and almost shouted: "He appeared here just now, and suddenly he showed up with a large army. Without any warning, he all appeared here for no reason."

"Master, you must make the decision for our Fenglin Dynasty. The White Bishops of the Holy Sect have all died in the Wuzhou Dynasty. There must be the support of the Demon Sect behind it, otherwise so many strange things would not have happened."

"Don't be excited, don't be excited, I will make a judgment on this matter." The monk said lightly with both hands.

"Donor, the signs of magic skills on you are very obvious, and the evil spirit is so strong. Whether you collude with the Demon Sect or not, I must save you today."

The monk said coldly, and as he spoke, his momentum suddenly changed and his murderous intent was fierce.

The faces of everyone in the Wuzhou Dynasty changed drastically, and they became alert and surrounded them silently.

The big rooster Huang Cang cooed, walked to Zhou Chuan, raised his head, and the red cockscomb shone brightly, constantly making cooing sounds.

"Monk, are you Buddhists so arbitrary in doing things?"

Zhou Chuan rubbed his head with a headache, and without asking anything, he planned to do it directly. It was really simple and crude.

"The donor's murderous aura is soaring, his grievances are full of evil, and he is also in a demonic attack. The poor monk thinks he doesn't need to continue to understand."

The monk took off his cloak, looked at Zhou Chuan with cold eyes, and said indifferently.

"I don't want to talk to you too much. Huang Cang, beat him up!"

Zhou Chuan was too lazy to explain to a monk. He was a king, so did he need to explain to a monk when doing things?

Therefore, the yellow crocodile was pushed out at once. The big rooster was pushed out accidentally and quickly flapped its wings to restore balance.

He glanced at the monk with some dissatisfaction and thought to himself, why are you here for nothing? I am angry with you.

"Your personality is no different from the Demon Sect. I will save you today. Together with this monster."

The monk clasped his hands together, and a string of rosary beads stuck in his two thumbs. In an instant, a golden light enveloped him, and an invisible wave of air pushed away all the new soldiers surrounding him.

“Bold!”

Meng Yi was immediately angry and took action in front of Zhou Chuan. This clearly caused their Wuzhou Dynasty to be humiliated and his ministers died!

Zhou Chuan sneered and said, "You Buddhism is really worthy of being awesome. Isn't it not to kill? Why is this monster no longer a life?"

"Besides, you can eliminate demons and have the ability to go to the headquarters of the Demon Sect. Let me see the boundless Buddhist teachings of Buddhism. How about it?"

"If the demon sect is not enough, then there is still a demon world with monsters. Why don't you kill demons and eliminate demons?"

"When will there be no war on this continent? Which person in power has no murderous aura? You just rely on your own thoughts to start arrears for others. Which Buddhist do you practice?"

The monk was stunned for a moment, then his face became cold and said calmly: "The people in the Demon Sect are so eloquent. I will send you on the way so that the Fenglin Dynasty will not suffer this military disaster in vain."
Chapter completed!