Two figures emerged from Luoyang Shangyuan one after another. The black-clad assassin fled in front, his figure moving erratically and ghostly, while Zhou Yi followed closely behind, using his Crane Walking Skill to the extreme, disappearing like a light smoke, soaring into the darkness... ...
Although Zhou Yi was still inferior to the black-clad assassin in terms of lightness skills, he had mastered the "Nine Heavens Scriptures" and had strong internal strength. He managed to hold on to the black-clad assassin. The two of them ran one after the other in the sacred city of Luoyang for a long time. Suddenly, the black-clad assassin's speed doubled, and he ran along the Luo River as fast as a meteor.
The speed was so fast that it was almost abnormal. Zhou Yi absolutely did not believe that someone in the world had mastered such a terrifying skill. This person must have used some special secret method to greatly increase his speed in a short period of time, but it definitely could not be sustained for long!
So Zhou Yi hurriedly practiced the "Nine Heavens Scripture", pushing his spiritual sense to the extreme, trying to lock onto this person's position, but something strange happened.
As if a spark of fire was gradually extinguished in the pitch-black darkness, the trace of the black-clad assassin became fainter and fainter, and finally disappeared... In just a few dozen breaths, this person disappeared completely and silently from Zhou Yi's perception.
Zhou Yi leaped onto the roof of Huangchengxuan, holding his sword and looking around anxiously for several times, but still found nothing, and couldn't help but utter a Chinese curse.
In less than a moment, the sound of city-wide martial law bells rang out from the Imperial City. Tinkers of fire emanated from the Imperial City and the Imperial Guards camp, and in an instant they gathered into a long running dragon, shining brightly in the divine capital under the night sky.
The Wu Zhou Dynasty finally responded to the assassination that took place in Shangyuan tonight. The well-trained and well-equipped Black Armor Army, led by the commander of the Imperial Guards Ling Yu, began a city-wide search.
Zhou Yi shook his head helplessly, turned around and was about to fall down from the eaves of Huangcheng Pavilion, but suddenly a gust of cold wind passed by him, and a pale face suddenly appeared on Zhou Yi's shoulder, frightening Zhou Yi so much that he almost fell down from Huangcheng Pavilion.
"Yin Jiuyou, you bastard, why are you scaring me?" Zhou Yi said angrily.
"Hehe!" Yin Jiuyou suddenly let out a cold dry laugh and said, "Of course I have something to talk to you about? Follow me!" After that, Yin Jiuyou turned around and jumped down from the roof, disappearing into the night.
Although Zhou Yi was a little alert, he quickly used his lightness skills to catch up with Yin Jiuyou.
The two men stood on the top of the mountain, gazing at the majestic and magnificent Jingnian Zen Temple on the top of the mountain about five miles away in the starry night.
Zhou Yi said: "What are we doing here?"
"Of course we are here to explore the Jingnian Zen Temple!" A heroic voice came from a distance. Zhou Yi looked back and saw Du Sha coming first, followed by Tu Jiaojiao, Li Dazui and Hahaer.
"Breaking into the Jingnian Temple?" Zhou Yi was immediately amused and said with a smile, "More than 200 monks with high martial arts skills, plus the four great Vajras who protect the temple, the monk king Fa Ming who combines the essence of both the Buddhist and the Demonic sects, and maybe the evil sect Mo Wen Chang and San Zhen Miao Zi, are you sure we are not going to die?"
"Why should we encourage others and destroy our own prestige?" Li Dazui said indignantly, "We have six great villains here anyway! Are we still afraid of these bald donkeys?"
"Don't worry!" Tu Jiaojiao said, "Five days ago, the Tibetan state teacher, the Great Wheel King Jiumozhi, broke into the Jingnian Zen Temple and fought with the monk king Faming, both of them were injured. Now Faming is no longer able to fight! As for the four Dharma protectors..."
"I have been invited by Wu Zhao to deal with the black-clad assassin tonight!" A figure in green floated over from a distance, dressed like a scholar, looking elegant and graceful.
Zhou Yi frowned and said, "Young Master Xiaoyan? Why are you here?"
Young Master Xiaoyan bowed and said, "I am Young Master Xiaoyan, the heir of the Huajian School. I heard that a few evil people wanted to break into the Jingnian Zen Temple, so I came to help!"
Zhou Yi asked hurriedly, "How did you know that Wu Zhao invited the four Dharma protectors to deal with the black-clad assassin tonight?"
Young Master Xiaoyan said, "Because the black-clothed assassin is the descendant of our Demon Sect's Butian Pavilion. When the four Dharma protectors were chasing Shi Zhixuan, they once worked together to deal with the Phantom Demon Body Skill. It is natural for them to take action!"
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Zhou Yi suddenly realized something. Combining the two fierce battles with the black-clad assassin, he was certain. He secretly connected the situation tonight and then frowned and said to Tu Jiaojiao, "Did you arrange the assassin tonight?"
“Haha!” Du Sha sneered and said, “If we, the Ten Evils, were to do something like assassination, why would we use such a despicable method? This action was decided on by us at the last minute!”
"Temporary?" Zhou Yi's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "While the imperial guards are searching outside the city, we can make a big noise in Jingnian Zen Temple. This will definitely make Wu Zhao very anxious. It really is a case of acting according to the situation!"
Tu Jiaojiao turned her gaze to Young Master Xiaoyan standing beside her and said, "I wonder what you, the heir of the Huajian Sect, want to do?"
Young Master Xiaoyan raised his lips slightly and said, "How can I not participate in such a lively event as the disturbance in Jingnian Zen Temple? But you can't just barge in so brazenly, right?"
Hahaer pointed to the back mountain of Jingnian Zen Temple and said, "Let's sneak up from this side."
Zhou Yi looked up and saw the cliff behind the Jingnian Zen Temple, which was as steep as if it had been cut by a heavenly axe. It was nearly three hundred feet high. Only an old tree with twisted roots poked out from the cracks in the rocks. He said in disbelief, "This is impossible. The nearest tree to us is thirty feet high. There is no place to stand to gain leverage."
He laughed loudly twice, then took out a five-foot square black iron box from behind him. When he opened it, there were two pairs of lightweight bamboo wings inside.
Tu Jiaojiao took one of them and put it on Zhou Yi, saying: "This is the flying wing designed by Mr. Lu Miaozi, the world's number one all-rounder. Not to mention this 30-meter high cliff, it can also safely fly over a 100-meter abyss!
"Excellent! Excellent!" Young Master Xiaoyan, who was standing by, waved his folding fan and said, "The enemy would never dream that someone could sneak up from here. We can definitely catch those bald donkeys by surprise! But we still don't know what our goal is in sneaking into the Jingnian Zen Temple tonight?"
Tu Jiaojiao's eyes sparkled as she pointed to a building in the back that was glowing yellow under the lights and was much smaller than the other palaces and said, "That's it!"
Zhou Yi looked at it intently, thought for a moment, and said, "I think that is the bronze palace where the Heshi Bi was guarded in the Jingnian Zen Temple. However, the Heshi Bi helped Li Shimin build an iron-clad empire, and now it has been passed into the hands of Wu Zhao. What are we looking for in this bronze palace now?"
"The weapon enshrined in this bronze temple is called the Thunder Staff. Do you know it?" (To be continued)