After negotiating overnight, the next morning, the team headed by Mr. Cao Ge and Sun Kun, together with Meng Yuanjun, Dong Tianzhi and several Xiaoyao Wangfu masters, quickly headed towards Yingtianfu.
Elder Cao Ge, Cao Dingfang is a veteran figure at the same level as Eunuch Fu, and to King Xiaoyao, he has been an old friend for many years since he was a child. Although his martial arts are not as good as Duan Juncheng, who was the number one master in the palace back then, he is not far behind. Even Zhu Shengbei and Duan Juncheng respectfully address each other as "teacher" when they meet.
Ever since Zhu Shengbei and Duan Juncheng died in battle, the strength of the Xiaoyao Palace has plummeted, and it has faintly been unable to resist the double attack of the Northern Dynasty and the Taiping Dao thieves. Should not be involved in this expedition.
However, Ye Qingxuan's life and death has involved the cruelest battle between good and evil in the world, and Xiaoyao Wangfu is no longer allowed to retain its strength, so it can only go all out.
The people rode on the carriages pulled by strange beasts, and rushed to Yingtian Mansion day and night.
Three days later, everyone received more accurate news from the front that Zongba and his party were attacked by experts and had to take refuge in the mountains. They are currently near a village called "Shangyun".
Yan Jueling had rushed to this place a day ago.
Without further ado, everyone immediately turned to "Shangyun Village".
On the carriage, Sun Kun and Mr. Cao Ge secretly discussed for a while, then got out of the carriage and found Meng Yuanyun, and said in a deep voice: "Our group is being targeted, we can't proceed like this..."
"How?" Meng Yuanyun asked.
Sun Kun looked around, lowered his voice, and said: "I have discussed with Lao Cao. The two of us will go ahead in the dark to catch up with Yan Jue Ling, and Lao Cao will follow behind with a large team..."
"Let's go now!" Meng Yuanjun laughed and said, "With your old man here, do we still have to wait for dark?"
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The world rotates.
The trees on both sides retreated quickly.
Yan Jueling passed through the gaps between the trees like an arrow, met a tree vine and grabbed it, used his strength to take advantage of the situation, turned over in the air with a "hoo", and quickly jumped to another tree with his strength, from one stone to another Go, the complex terrain does not affect his amazing speed at all.
With his clothes fluttering, it's hard to imagine that such a Pianpianjia young man would run so fast without caring about his image.
Except for a long sword, there is nothing else on his body.
The name of the sword "Xianyue" is taken from the name of his beloved wife. The main body of the sword is the steel of the sword passed down by his father, mixed with meteorite iron from the sky. body, and finally obtained a peerless magic weapon.
Although the rank is only the second rank of Shenbing, Yan Jueling regards it as a treasure and keeps it with him day and night.
This sword was preserved thanks to Ye Qingxuan's suggestion.
Yan Jueling accepted this favor from him.
Ye Qingxuan was the only friend Yan Jueling recognized in this life.
Thinking of what happened to the other party, it only made his hand holding the sword paler, and his breath became colder.
The mountain breeze is cool and the clear spring is gurgling.
His figure did not stop, climbing up the mountain along the stream.
Yan Jueling left the swimming pool, cut a slope with knee-length weeds, turned to the other side of the mountain, the trees gradually thinned out, the willows were dark and the flowers were bright, and after crossing the ridge, a high cliff hanging halfway up the mountain suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
Standing upright on the high cliff, looking beyond the horizon, the spirit is refreshed.
The mountainous area stretches and undulates under the cliff, gradually lowering.
Yunshang Village, where his ancestors lived for many generations, is on a relatively flat lowland at the upper left of the mountain, with small bridges and flowing water, and criss-crossing paths. Cooking smoke rises curlingly, like a paradise for escape from the world.
There is a natural boulder at the entrance of the village, with three big characters "Shangyun Village" written on it.
Yan Jueling took a deep breath and sighed secretly: It's finally here.
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call!
The violent sound of the wind hit from above, and it was obvious that the pursuing enemy launched an attack again.
"Grey Wolf" Wolfe, who had already been shaved and whose Dharma name was "Keeping the Precepts", was shocked and opened his eyes. The other party flew towards the roof where they were hiding like an eagle.
The precept-holding monk arched his body and held a large iron cone in his right hand. When the person who came was about to step on the ridge of the roof, he let out a loud roar, and the iron cone hit the ground, which was more powerful than ten thousand horses.
With his many years of combat experience, how can he let the enemy have his feet on the ground
boom-
The moment the visitor stepped on the roof, the big iron pillar of the precept monk also broke through the roof and arrived in front of the other person.
Surprisingly, the momentum of the attacker's whereabouts did not stop, as if Fang Buddha had expected the hand of the precepts, amidst a sneer, under a majestic sharp pressure, there was a muffled bang, and the whole village was shocked. smell.
The unparalleled force smashed down, and the monk holding the precepts was like a big mountain supporting him, and he was easily pressed down with a blow of his life.
The monk holding the precepts remained calm in the face of danger, and shot out the other end of the iron chain with the other hand, breaking through a wall on one side, and with a sudden jerk, he flew across the body, avoiding the end of the enemy crushing him to death with one blow.
But although keeping the precepts escaped the catastrophe, the opponent's figure broke into the room and faced the Living Buddha Zongba directly below.
The person who came was an extremely ferocious bald man, and the two axes in his hands had the power to open up the world. It was the "Earth Axe" Feng Ahsan.
As the younger brother of Duan Juncheng, the master of the sky, "Sky Splitting Axe", Feng Asan's hand has a bit of the charm of his senior brother.
Amid wild laughter, the earth-piercing ax descended from the sky with supreme power, but it was unexpected that the living Buddha Zongba below was motionless, just closed his eyes and quietly twirled a string of Kabala beads in his hand, and the Buddha's name surged in his mouth, not at all surprised Moved by the environment.
Feng Asan was slightly taken aback by the powerful force of faith, but then he became very angry, angry at his opponent's contempt.
Seeing the blade of the ax being attached to the body, suddenly, a sound of the Buddha's mantra sounded: "Om, Emilidi, Hum, Pozha—"
There was a loud hum in the space, and a blue lotus flower suddenly bloomed on one side of the wall, and then a big blue hand stretched out the stamen, formed a vajra, and suddenly touched Feng Ahsan's axe.
Huh
Feng Asan cried out in surprise, but was blasted away by the opponent's blow.
One foot above Zongba's head, his body swirled sideways, crashing through the wall on the other side and reaching the outside of the house.
A roar.
After landing, Feng Ah San bounced off the ground, and shot into the house again like a cannonball.
The precept-keeping monk at the side let out a loud yelp, turned upside down and protected Zongba again, facing the roaring "Earth Axe" Feng Asan.
In a flash, an ordinary-looking and thin lama stood quietly in front of him, blocking him and Zongba behind him.
The Buddha's name was proclaimed lightly in his mouth, and his hands kept changing the Dharma seal in front of him like flower petals in full bloom, and finally formed the "Jundali Samaya seal". Condensed behind, finally the space buzzed again, a green body and eight-armed King Jundali Ming stared angrily at Feng Asan who was approaching at high speed.
This person turned out to be Zha Li Duolan, one of the five great Ming kings of Tantric Buddhism.