The Demonic Cult members ran forty or fifty feet. Even if the horn sound stopped, they stood still in the snow and stopped running. Dense black spots appeared from the cliff in the distance, and at the same time, a blast of gongs was heard. The sound of drums was mixed with the faint sound of flutes.
The black spots are getting bigger and bigger, indicating that the visitors are getting closer and closer. At a rough look, there are more than a thousand people. Different from the demon cultists who were uniformly dressed in green clothes just now, these people are in ragged clothes and have dull expressions. , but there was a ferocious light in their eyes like wild beasts. Some held weapons in their hands, while others were bare-handed. When walking, all of them were hunched over, with weird and stiff movements.
"These are all...heartless beasts," Hua Bushi took a breath and murmured.
"What is the Lost Heart Beast?" Master Kuxin asked.
Except for the "Shaolin Sect", the other five sects had never participated in the battle against the "Wealth Alliance" in Yujing. They all knew nothing about the Lost Heart Beast. Although Hua Bushi knew about it, he did not expect the evil way. There are so many lost-hearted beasts driven by them. It seems that they must be members of the Baidao sect captured from various places after the rise of the "Baolian Sect".
Hua Bushi frowned and said: "These people are all warriors captured by the devil. The old devil Wusheng used secret techniques to erase their mental memories and turned them into puppets for him to drive."
Fei Yunzi said angrily: "With their mental memories wiped out, wouldn't they all become zombie-like existences, worse than death? It is really unforgivable for the devil to do such inhumane things."
Zen Master Lingguo recited the Buddha's name loudly and said: "The cycle of cause and effect, good and evil will be rewarded. If the old demon of no birth does such a thing that harms the heaven and justice, he will go to the Asura Hell after death."
Hua Bushi said: "I don't know if he will go to hell, but even if he does, we should send him there. Look over there, that old devil has already arrived."
But on the snowy field in the distance, behind a large group of lost-hearted beasts, a chariot appeared. This chariot was about ten feet high, wide and wide, with a yellow parasol on the ceiling and all four walls covered in golden colors. It seemed like it was Made of gold, a bead curtain hangs in front of the carriage, with dozens of strings of pearls shining brightly, but the scene inside the carriage cannot be seen.
This chariot is taller and more luxurious than the Xianglong chariot that the emperor rides. The people pulling in front of the chariot are not horses, but eight giant men, all over nine feet tall, extremely sturdy in body, and dressed in He was wearing a black shirt and a black silk cloak on his shoulders, but his face was wearing a mask made of fine iron, with only his shining eyes exposed.
Seeing these giant men, Hua Bushi immediately remembered the iron-faced giant Xiri Ahong he met in Henan, who was also dressed like this.
On both sides of the chariot, there were more than a hundred people in Qingyi, some holding high flags, some holding gold melons, silver axes and other weapons, and more than ten people holding gongs, drums and other musical instruments, beating continuously, and beating the music that they had previously heard. The sound of gongs and drums heard was made by them.
The chariot gradually approached from the snowy field in the distance, and the sound of gongs and drums became louder and louder. In terms of ostentation, this inanimate old devil was certainly grand enough. Even the emperor of the Ming Dynasty went on a tour, and it was probably not as good as this, but this When the ceremonial guard formation was set up in the vast snowfield on the top of the Immortal Cliff, there were many strange and heartless beasts around, but it made people feel an indescribable weirdness.
Fei Yunzi spat and said: "What kind of thing is beating gongs and drums to carry Huajiao? Is this old devil asking for a wife? Or should he have a funeral?"
The chariots and ceremonial guards were not moving very fast. It took a while for tea before they arrived in front of Yuji Palace and stopped twenty feet away from the six formations guarding the palace.
The demon cultists who had fled earlier had gathered again at this moment, forming a large black mass together with the heart-losing beasts. Their number was much larger than the disciples of the six sects.
When the leader appears, it's when the demon's strength is fully revealed. The next battle must be the real decisive battle between the two sides.
The sound of gongs and drums stopped, and the two attendants beside the carriage raised the bead curtain with golden hooks, and a figure walked out of the carriage.
The old demon Wusheng finally appeared in front of everyone.
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In the bedroom on the second floor of the small building, Pei Niang was lying on the bed. Although she was still in a coma, the gray-black death aura on her ugly face had faded a lot.
Ximen Tong and Zhuo Yiwen sat cross-legged on the wooden chairs next to the bed. They each stretched out their hands to hold one of Pei Niang's wrists, and the other palms touched each other, forming a circle. Both of their faces were a little pale, and there was heat on their heads. Transpiration occurred, and the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat, which was obviously a sign of serious consumption of internal energy.
The technique of "Wu Sheng Jue" is very complicated. Ximen Tong thought he had memorized and understood it all before, but when it came time to perform the exercises, he felt very strenuous. The true energy flowed through several meridians and key points in Pei Niang's body. , if Zhuo Yiwen hadn't guided him with his inner strength, it would have been difficult for him to get through it independently.
Although Zhuo Yiwen is very familiar with the "Wu Sheng Jue" technique, she has to take care of the two of them, which naturally consumes more energy and energy.
After a long time, Zhuo Yiwen breathed a sigh of relief and said: "The five meridians have been opened. Now we only need to complete the last step to allow the medicinal power of 'Qiongxian Jade Dew' to spread into the six meridians of Pei Niang's body. This is a great achievement." It's done, but the last step is the most difficult. Ah Tong, are you tired?"
Ximen Tong said: "I'm not tired."
Zhuo Yiwen said, "You must be tired. Why don't you rest for a while before continuing. As long as our palms touch each other and the circulation of Qi is maintained, there is no problem in waiting for a while before practicing again."
Ximen Tong stopped answering, but followed the instructions and slowed down his skills and slowly adjusted his breathing. Zhuo Yiwen was not wrong. Although he was speaking harshly, he was actually tired.
But at this moment, I suddenly heard a "knocking" sound on the wooden door downstairs.
Zhuo Yiwen asked: "Who is it?"
"Miss, it's me picking the lotus," a clear voice came from outside the door.
Caihe was one of the two little maids Ximen Tong saw when he entered the building earlier.
Zhuo Yiwen said: "Didn't I tell you to guard the door and not come to disturb me? Why are you knocking on the door again?"
Cai He outside the door said: "Miss, I'm sorry, it's the Holy Ancestor who sent someone to come. Now they've arrived at the mouth of the valley, Cai He has no choice but to come and report."
Hearing this, Zhuo Yiwen frowned slightly and said, "Who is coming, Master Feng or Master Yun?"
Caihe said: "No, it's Mr. Huang, who also brought four servants."
"Manager Huang," Zhuo Yiwen rolled her beautiful eyes and then said, "Okay, you go and bring them here."
Caihe agreed and turned around.
Zhuo Yiwen said: "Ah Tong, that manager Huang's name is Huang Da, and he is a confidant of the Wusheng Saint Ancestor. He must be up to no good when he comes here. Cai He Cai Wei's martial arts are not strong enough. Only with your help can we kill him." "
Ximen Tong frowned and said, "How do you want to kill him? Is Manager Huang's martial arts very strong?"
Zhuo Yiwen said: "His martial arts skills are weaker than yours and mine. It would be easy to kill him normally, but in this situation, we can only make a surprise attack when he is not prepared."
Now it is the most critical moment for Pei Niang to heal her injuries. Zhuo Yiwen and Ximen Tong must grasp her wrist veins to continuously transmit internal energy, and their palms must touch each other to maintain the circulation of true energy. If something goes wrong, they must All previous efforts were in vain, and with the seriousness of Pei Niang's injuries, there was no chance of a second comeback.
Under such circumstances, the two of them could hardly use any martial arts.
Ximen Tong said: "You snatched the 'Qiongxian Jade Dew' from Lei Gong Wuying's hand. Wusheng Old Demon probably already knew about it, so he sent Huang Da to find you. How could he be unprepared?"
Zhuo Yiwen said: "No, the Holy Ancestor should not know about this matter yet. Even if Lei Gong Wuying is missing and has doubts, he will definitely not be able to confirm it, otherwise he will definitely send Fengshen or Yunlai to arrest me. If the two of them come, There is absolutely no chance of confrontation between you and me in our current situation,"
She looked solemn and said: "It will take at least half an hour to heal Pei Niang's injuries, so Huang Da must be killed, and none of the four people he brought can be spared, otherwise someone will escape." When the news comes out, if the Holy Ancestor sends people again, we will definitely be doomed,"
Ximen Tong naturally hates people in the devil's path, but he doesn't take what Zhuo Yiwen said seriously, and is not afraid of Fengshen and Yunjiang. In fact, he would rather let Huang Da go back and call Fengshen and Yunjiang. It's a good fight, and it can also relieve some of the pressure on Master Hua Bushi, who has already reached the top of the Immortal Cliff.
However, before he could express his objection, the sound of footsteps came from outside the small building. Zhuo Yiwen held hands with Ximen Tong, and jumped onto the bed, pulling Ximen Tong up. At the same time, she slenderly He stretched out his feet to pick and hook, and the curtain hanging on the top of the bed immediately dropped.
In this way, the palms of the three people are still touching each other, but they are sitting on the bed and lying on the bed, and they are all invisible in the tent.
"We will act accordingly later and help Yiwen once, okay?" Zhuo Yiwen's voice came to his ears. Ximen Tong turned around and saw her beautiful eyes full of pleading, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. He softened his head slightly and nodded, finally agreeing.
The wooden door downstairs knocked again, and Caihe could only be heard saying: "Following Miss's instructions, the maid has brought Mr. Huang,"
Zhuo Yiwen said: "Okay, Caihe, please let Mr. Huang into the hall first and serve him tea."
When she said this, her voice was calm and leisurely, and there was no hint of panic at all.
Caihe claimed that it was, and then the door of the building was pushed open, followed by the sound of footsteps, and it was obvious that several people had walked in.
Ximen Tong and Zhuo Yiwen both had good ears, and they could both tell that besides Cai He, there were five other people, including the manager Huang Da and the four accompanying chamberlains.
This small wooden building is not that big. There are only more than twenty wooden steps and a curtain between the upper and lower floors. Although the view is blocked, the transmission of sound is no problem.
Caihe said: "Mr. Huang, please sit down for a moment while my maid goes to make tea for you."
Huang Da said: "I'm tired," and then the chair creaked, indicating that he had sat down.