This voice was hidden among hundreds of Nan Province sergeants and was so erratic that the tall monk "Li Jinglin" had no idea where the voice was coming from.
"My father-in-law wants to create his own "Bahuang Jue"?"
Hearing what the gloomy voice said, the tall monk Li Jinglin frowned.
"Ten thousand years ago, the Dao Emperor created the "Heavenly Dao Divine Sound Jue" and the Human Emperor created the "Human Emperor's Three Jue". These peerless techniques were all born in response to calamities. Now that the Great Zhou Emperor is on the throne, the world is peaceful and peaceful.
There is no great catastrophe, but the Lord insists on creating the "Eight Desolations" and conquering the world. This is going against nature and will never succeed!"
Li Jinglin shouted loudly while waving the magic wand.
"Whether it succeeds or not, you don't need to worry about it. You just need to get out of the way and let us take the relic and hand it over to the father-in-law!"
"As long as you get out of the way and surrender to the eldest son, I will give you a few kind words in front of him one day. In the future, he will seize the world and you will be made a marquis and a general. It will be impossible!"
That gloomy voice sounded again.
"wishful thinking!"
The tall monk Li Jinglin's face hardened and he shouted loudly.
"Li Weiyi, at the foot of Xuanyi Mountain, our village was hit by a locust plague, and all our parents and villagers starved to death. If it hadn't been for Master Yonghui's compassion, he took us back to the temple and taught us the martial arts of Nanlin Temple, would we be where we are today? Later we had to
After returning to the secular world and joining the army, Master Yonghui did not stop us... Today you have become Duke Zhen's lackey and led troops to destroy Nanlin Temple. Your conscience has been eaten by dogs!"
"If you want the relic, let me get it from you!"
"Back then, I was a soldier under the father-in-law. If the father-in-law told me to live, I would live. If the father-in-law told me to die, I would die! If the father-in-law comes today and wants to take my life, I will have no complaints!"
Li Jinglin shouted loudly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The magic wand in his hand danced faster and faster, and with one sweep, more than a dozen Southern Province sergeants flew backwards, their muscles and bones shattered, and their life was cut off!
"Hey, good birds choose trees to roost. For the great cause of my father-in-law, I, Li Weiyi, can lead troops to siege Nanlin Temple or kill my biological parents. I can do it!"
The gloomy voice sounded again, and "Li Weiyi" sneered.
"Li Jinglin, just you, do you still want me to kill you personally? Don't think that because of your skill, others can't do anything to you. Your life is in my control, so die!"
"Die!"
With a low shout, a green light suddenly jumped out among the thousands of soldiers from Nan Province.
This cyan light turned out to be a thin middle-aged man. This middle-aged man was about forty years old. His face was white and beardless. He lacked the masculinity of a man but had a bit of the femininity of a woman. It suddenly jumped out
After that, the man smiled sinisterly, shook his hands and made a sound of sharp weapons breaking through the air, but he threw out more than a dozen silver needles, directly hitting the acupuncture points all over the body of the tall monk Li Jinglin.
Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!
The tall monk Li Jinglin was not afraid of swords and guns, but he could not resist these silver needles at all, and he let them pierce into his body in an instant.
"Back then, your silver needle couldn't prick me... Now... you have cultivated to the level of a Martial Master..."
As the silver needle pierced the body, the tall monk Li Jinglin's body shook violently, with a look of extreme shock on his face.
"The silver needle in my hand is specially trained to restrain your horizontal training. I originally thought that if you took refuge with the father-in-law, we brothers would love each other, and there would be no need to use this silver needle. But the gun
…”
That feminine man, Li Weiyi, had a look of disappointment on his face.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Before he could finish his words, the silver needles that penetrated into Li Jinglin's acupuncture points exploded suddenly.
Amidst the banging sound, Li Jinglin's body shook violently like chaff, and finally he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his huge body fell to the ground...
"Carry his body down, and after I get the relics, I will have a good time reminiscing with my brother!"
A feminine voice sounded and Li Weiyi said.
"Come three hundred soldiers and follow me into Tallinn to get the relics!"
As he said this, Li Weiyi and his three hundred sergeants moved lightly and walked towards the tower forest first.
"Ami Camel Buddha..."
"Amitabha..." "Amitabha..."
"Talin is an important place for Buddhism. If you have evil intentions, you'd better retreat! Just retreat!"
But when Li Weiyi entered the pagoda forest with 300 sergeants, he heard several distant Buddhist chants suddenly ringing in the pagoda forest.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Like ghosts, five or six skinny old monks suddenly appeared, their robes fluttered, and with a banging sound, seventy or eighty of the three hundred sergeants behind Li Weiyi were directly knocked away and fell outside the Tallinn.
, the muscles and bones were broken, blood was vomited from the mouth, and there was no life left at all.
The faces of the remaining sergeants changed drastically, and they subconsciously wanted to leave Tallinn.
"Are they those old guys of yours? They're not dead yet?"
Li Weiyi's expression suddenly changed.
"Don't be afraid. These old guys were the 'Thirteen Evils of Tiangang' who dominated the underworld of the Great Zhou Dynasty thirty years ago. The thirteen brothers were all at the martial arts level. It's a pity that they were later led by Duke Zhenguo.
The soldiers surrounded and suppressed them, killing seven and leaving six who hid in Nanlin Temple. At first, they were willing to abandon their cultivation and protect the pagoda forest, so monk Yonghui was willing to take them in. Unexpectedly, after so many years, they are still not dead--
"..." Li Weiyi said in a deep voice.
He was also a disciple of Nanlin Temple back then, so he was naturally very familiar with some of the conditions in Nanlin Temple.
Because of this, when Yang Zimo besieged Nanlin Temple this time, he regarded Li Weiyi as his confidant, and asked Li Weiyi to take even the most important relics.
"Hmph, if you, the Thirteen Evils of Tiangang, had not abandoned your cultivation, I, Li Weiyi, would still be afraid of you!"
"It's a pity that after abolishing your cultivation, you have at most the initial level of martial arts strength. Do you think you six immortals can stop me?"
Li Weiyi said coldly.
Martial masters, even if they abandon their cultivation and lose all their true energy, their physical bodies are still strong!
It's just that six of the "Thirteen Evils of Tiangang" in this tower forest have reached the age of seventy or eighty. After all their true energy has been exhausted, their energy and blood have degraded. They are now at the beginning level of martial arts masters. They can deal with ordinary soldiers, but they can't deal with them at all.
He is no match for Li Weiyi.
"Six old guys, pretending to be gods and tricks, watch me catch you all!"
As Li Weiyi said this, he moved and got into the tower forest.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
After several explosions, three skinny figures were suddenly thrown out!
But they were three old monks with white beards and hair and wearing yellow monk robes.
These three old monks flew out upside down, spitting out mouthfuls of blood with "poof" and "poof". They obviously fought with Li Weiyi in the Tallinn and were seriously injured by Li Weiyi.
"There are three more, please die too!"
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Li Weiyi shouted, and the silver needle in his hand suddenly burst out, stabbing three other old monks.
After all, this Li Weiyi is at the martial master level. Although the six old monks were at the martial master level back then, they are now old and frail and cannot be Li Weiyi's opponents. The previous three were hit by Li Weiyi's fist.
, vomiting blood; but the following three had their heart veins shot directly by Li Weiyi with a silver needle, and their vitality disappeared rapidly...,
"Humph, you don't think you can stop me, do you want to stop me?" Li Weiyi snorted coldly.
"You six old guys, if I stab the central veins, you will die within an hour at most; the remaining three have damaged internal organs and can live for up to three years... I am showing great mercy today. If I don't kill you, just be obedient.
Stay in this tower forest and wait for death!"
"I'll take the relics first!" As he said this, Li Weiyi blasted out a few palms, and several stone towers were shattered by him, revealing several colorful relics inside.
Seeing these relics, Li Weiyi's eyes lit up and he reached out to...
High in the sky, Yang Shuo watched everything happening below with cold eyes.
"Li Weichen... Li Weiyi, a person with a name that means loyalty and righteousness, why is he an unfaithful and unjust person? This person's name is 'Weiyi', but what he does is not loyal and righteous. Abbot Yonghui saved him back then, and now
But he is always willing to take advantage of his enemies... and even said that he would sacrifice his parents' lives for the critical moment..."
"What's the use of such a person!"
A cold and chilling look flashed in Yang Shuo's eyes.
"He came to pick up the relics to give them to his father so that he could create the "Eight Desolations Art"?"
"If I rob these relics and prevent him from doing business, I don't know what Su Qingru's expression will be when he learns about this in the future..."
Such thoughts came to Yang Shuo's mind.
However, if he really robbed these relics, wouldn't it mean that he had hindered his father's plan to create the "Eight Desolations Jue"?
After all, Yang Qian, the Duke of Zhenguo, is Yang Shuo's father. Yang Shuo's food and clothing in the Duke of Zhenguo these years have been provided by his father Yang Qian, and Yang Qian did not want to frame or kill him like Mrs. Cheng.
Yang Shuo, it's just that he has never taken Yang Shuo seriously. Now if Yang Shuo is against his father, Yang Shuo still can't let go!
"That's all, then Li Weiyi is a martial arts master. How difficult it is to seize the relics from him!"
“Try it, if you can take it, take it, if you can’t, forget it!”
"If we can really seize these relics, at worst, my father will come to me in person to ask for them, and I will give them to him!"
With this thought in his mind, Yang Shuo didn't hesitate any longer!
Take action and seize the relic!
With a thought in his mind, Yang Shuo's pure Yang golden body immediately left his body, carrying the true fire of the sun, and flew straight down into the tower forest!
"Huh?"
Just when the pure Yang golden body flew into the tower forest, Yang Shuo suddenly felt that something was wrong!
In the tower forest below, in the shattered stone tower, several colorful relics suddenly shot out balls of light, suddenly covering Yang Shuo's pure Yang golden body!
Under the light of this relic, Yang Shuo clearly felt that the power of his pure Yang golden body was constantly increasing... From the golden body of the initial level of a martial artist, he quickly became an intermediate golden body of a martial artist and a high-level golden body...
...The golden body of the martial master at the peak level, or even the golden body of the martial master level...In an instant, the power in this pure Yang golden body is already comparable to the golden body of the Great Sun Tathagata at the martial master level!
"The light of the relic actually has an amplifying effect on the Pure Yang Golden Body?"
Yang Suo was surprised.
"That's all, this is God's will. With such power, are you afraid that you can't take away these relics from the hands of the unfaithful and unjust Li Weiyi!"
"Bump me!"
With a thought, the pure Yang golden body suddenly swelled, and the real sun fire burned blazingly. From top to bottom, it slammed into Li Weiyi in the tower forest below.
ps: It’s Chapter 7, only 1,000 words more. There are three chapters left, I’ll post them again tonight.