The black-armored warriors are extremely powerful. Even if there are masters from other sects with Nascent Soul cultivation level or above, they are still forced back by these evil black-armored warriors.
Finally, everyone gathered in the middle of the cave and had a stalemate with the black-armored warrior.
"Qin Wudao, aren't you afraid of retribution for doing such a thing?"
Gui Hailongyi said angrily.
"retribution?"
Qin Wudao paused and laughed loudly and said: "Old man Guihai, you are also a Taoist. As a Taoist, you are going against the will of heaven. The process of fighting against the fate of heaven must have an aura of "I can't control my destiny."
"
"You're here talking to me about retribution? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
"you……"
Guihai Longyi was speechless for a moment.
"I'll fight you!"
Seeing that he was forced into a dead end, Situ Jing, who was already full of anger, held a small black talisman in his hand. As the talisman burned, Situ Jing instantly appeared behind Qin Wudao and stabbed him in the back with a dagger.
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"ridiculous!"
Qin Wudao's reaction was very fast. The moment Situ Jing appeared behind him with the help of a black talisman, he seemed to have a pair of eyes behind him.
He did not turn around, but the evil sword spun under the pull of his breath.
No one could see clearly what was going on, and Situ Jing's head fell to the ground.
"Hiss~~"
Seeing this astonishing scene, everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Yun Yi couldn't help but click his tongue. He knew that Situ Jing had the same status as Gui Hai Longyi, and his cultivation level should naturally not be much different.
But even a master like Situ Jing was killed by Qin Wudao with one sword.
The name of this sword god is more realistic and more valuable than Pang Rong's name of war god.
This is also the first time Yun Yi knows that the swordsmanship actually has such strong explosive power.
"What kind of cultivation is this Situ realm?"
Yun Yi asked curiously.
"Situ Jing is in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and Qin Wudao is in the late stage of Divine Transformation. Therefore, Qin Wudao can easily kill Situ Jing."
The one who answered Yun Yi was Monk Dead Leaf.
Yun Yi paused and said, "But wasn't Qin Wudao injured by you?"
"Yes."
Monk Dead Leaf said: "But such a master, even if he is injured, it is impossible for anyone to bully him."
"Just like the poor monk, the poor monk has almost run out of oil at this time. If it hadn't been for swallowing the dragon tendons, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to hold on anymore."
"But even so, if any of you wants to kill the poor monk, he will only be killed by the poor monk."
Everyone was stunned.
Don’t mess with the dying monk with dead leaves either!
Monk Dead Leaf looked at Situ Jing's body and sighed: "Situ Jing shouldn't be so impulsive. His behavior is just giving away someone's head."
Yun Yi smiled bitterly and said: "Now we can't escape, we can only resist with all our strength."
"Who said you can't escape?"
Monk Dead Leaf smiled faintly and said: "As long as the poor monk is here, we can keep all of you away. Today, the poor monk will sacrifice his life and do a good deed before he dies."
Yun Yi paused. He could see that Monk Dead Leaf was losing his vitality bit by bit, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.
If it was a serious injury, Yun Yi would still have confidence in the treatment, but if there was no chance of life, even Daluo Jinxian would not be able to save him.
Under such circumstances, Dry Leaf Monk is still so confident?
Monk Dry Leaf continued: "Donor Yun, I told you that I am a demon from hell. Do you know where hell is?"
"ah?"
After Yun Yi paused, hell is naturally below the eighteenth floor.
Of course, that is just the fantasy of superstitious people. No one can say for sure whether there is a real hell, so the question of the dead leaf monk made him feel a little confused.
Monk Dry Leaf continued: "Hell is in Misty Mountain."
Yun Yi paused for a moment. Misty Mountain is the place where the Three Saints retreat, so how can it become a hell?
"I come from Hong'en Temple in Misty Mountain. I was originally just a fire-burning monk in the temple. For eighteen years in Hong'en Temple, I suffered endless torture. Finally, I stole the Blood Bodhisattva from Hong'en Temple and escaped and hid myself in the Golden Pavilion."
"I thought I had escaped, but I didn't expect to see another purgatory-like scene."
"You all know that the people in the Golden Pavilion use people to do all kinds of strange experiments. Liansheng was one of the test subjects. I took Liansheng away and destroyed their bronze bird mirror in the Golden Pavilion. This is also the result of the Golden Pavilion.
The reason why the people in the pavilion want to hunt me down."
"As for taking Liansheng away, firstly, I felt compassion for him because of my murderous nature, and secondly, I sensed something strange about Liansheng's bloodline."
"Is the bloodline strange?"
Yun Yi paused, a little confused.
But just when Yun Yi was confused like this, Monk Dead Leaf slowly stood up.
Um?
In an instant, everyone in the Golden Pavilion was stunned.
Monk Dead Leaf was a being who could rival the Sword God Qin Wudao. Everyone originally thought that Monk Dead Leaf had no strength to fight anymore, but they didn't expect him to stand up again.
Such a person, let alone colliding with him, is scary enough to stand in front of him.
Seeing Monk Dead Leaf's expression becoming more and more fierce, Sword God Qin Wudao couldn't help but be surprised.
He asked in a deep voice: "How can you recover from your injuries?"
"Not really."
Monk Dead Leaf smiled miserably and said: "This poor monk is just at the end of his crossbow. He is not recovering. Now he just has to hold on for a breath to die with you."
"What?"
Qin Wudao was startled, and then said with a cold face: "Are you crazy, you monster monk? Are you willing to risk your life for a nameless, unknown child?"
"Liansheng is my child."
Monk Dry Leaf said.
"Nonsense!"
Qin Wudao said: "This little boy was just picked up from Minshan by our disciples. His life is worthless, do you need to risk your life for him?"
"Liansheng is my child."
Monk Dead Leaf replied with a calm expression.
"You, you are simply crazy."
Qin Wudao was extremely angry. He already felt that Monk Dead Leaf was trying to use his last breath to deliver a dying blow. A master like Monk Dead Leaf could not underestimate the attack he launched in his dying struggle.
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"Donor Yun, I leave Liansheng to you."
Monk Dead Leaf patted Yun Yi's hand. Yun Yi only felt a hot breath coming from his palm, but when he looked at his palm, the breath disappeared.
The dead leaf monk continued to support his weak body and move forward.
"dad!"
Although Liansheng was young, he seemed to sense what was going to happen next, and immediately exclaimed in surprise.
The dead leaf monk never looked back.
But a tear fell down the corner of his eye.
"How many years have you not shed tears?"
Monk Dead Leaf laughed miserably, and the next moment, he rushed out like a cheetah.
"Canaan seal, broken~~"
Following Monk Dead Leaf's loud shout, he punched Qin Wudao directly with both fists. Qin Wudao could naturally block it, but if he blocked it, his decades of cultivation would probably be wiped out, so he struck out.
Captured General Pang Rong.
"Boom~~"
There was a burst of explosions, and Pang Rong's body was directly shattered by the attack of the dead leaf monk. The surrounding black-armored warriors also made explosions one after another, and their bodies turned into blood mist and fell to the ground.
"Amitabha!"
Dead Leaf made one last attack, took a few steps back, sat cross-legged on the ground, and died.