Not long after, the giant eagle slowly landed, and one person and one fox stepped off the eagle's wings.
Soon, two exotic-looking "girls" in white clothes came out, invited them to sit down, served a basin of mountain fruits, and then looked at Xia Ji curiously. It was still very strange for humans to come to the Monster Clan.
Not long after, a golden bird shadow fluttering its wings in the distance flew over and landed on the high platform. A figure with folded wings began to change, turning into a tall man in a golden robe with an aquiline nose. His sharp eyes swept across The two people sitting next to Shi Zhuo in the audience raised their voices and said: "King Huixin Fox, although I have promised to join forces with the nine princesses of the Dashang royal family to survive this massacre, we are still making preparations. If you don’t want to get involved prematurely, please go back.”
Hui Xin said: "His Royal Highness Seventh and I came here in person. Is this how the Eagle King received us?"
The Eagle King looked unruly and asked, "What about the Fox King?"
Hui Xin said: "Send two tribesmen to escort me and the Seventh Prince to the entrance of Mount Sumeru, and then send people to patrol the nearby mountains. If any fleeing people are found, they will be captured if they can, and if they can't, they will be killed."
The color in Eagle King's eyes turned cold. Fei Ying's character was arrogant and could not tolerate criticism from others. If the goblin in the clan had said this, he would have already punished him. However, the Fox King in front of him has quite a reputation in the North. What's more? He also agreed to the alliance at the beginning.
It's just that the murder is not clear yet, so he really doesn't want to get involved so early, but it wouldn't be appropriate to refuse directly...
His sharp eyes glanced at the two of them, and suddenly settled on Xia Ji, and then he laughed loudly and said: "It is not impossible for my Eagle Clan to enter now, but I don't know if the Seventh Prince can do it." How about showing some strength to me
Your Highness is good at knives, swords, or sticks. Dance with one of them in this open space. If you are good at it, I will send you a hawk demon to take you to the entrance of Mount Sumeru. "
As soon as these words were spoken, Hui Xin's expression immediately became a little colder.
These words may seem peaceful, but they are full of insults.
Swords and clubs
Dance
Is this a sideshow for Your Highness
The beautiful nun had a cold face and said loudly: "It seems that the Eagle King has been closed to the clan for a long time, and he doesn't even know what's going on outside. His Majesty the Seventh Prince..."
Xia Ji raised his hand, indicating that she didn't need to say anything.
He glanced sideways at the golden-robed Eagle King on the high platform. The Eagle King looked at him without fear. His eyes were like sharp swords piercing through the air, but they were destined to just pierce into the calm sea. Not even a splash of water can splash up.
The corners of Eagle King's lips curled up, and he laughed loudly: "His Majesty Seventh is still wise, so what weapons is His Highness good at?"
Xia Ji said calmly: "Do you have pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"
"Paper, ink and pen?"
The Eagle King was stunned for a moment, what would he do with ink? Could it be that the prince in front of him was good at painting or calligraphy, and wanted to conquer him through ink, so that he would willingly help him after reading it
He sneered in his heart and made up his mind, no matter what the prince drew, he would always say "although it's good, it's not that good yet."
Having made up his mind, the golden-robed Eagle King raised his hand and said loudly: "Get the pen and ink."
Although this eagle tribe is a demon tribe, there are also eagle demons who take the form of eagle demons and go to the laxly guarded human towns to buy some supplies, and then they can bring them back just by flying. It is very convenient. As for "what is money, why can't it be grabbed directly?" Most of this concept was passed down from the Fox Clan. Many vixens from the Fox Clan would also write books such as "The Days I Lived in a Human City" and "What the Scholar and I Had to Say." Books such as "Things" and "That Night" are all written in monster characters and are widely circulated in the North. They are very popular among monsters, so many monsters call vixens teachers.
Soon, the girl from the Eagle Tribe, who was full of exotic but unattractive feelings, came up with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then placed them on the stone table in front of Xia Ji.
Xia Ji picked up his pen and dipped it in ink,
Without even looking, I just wrote one stroke.
The brush strokes were pressed heavily on the rice paper, and then suddenly lifted up, forming an extremely powerful stroke.
It thrust straight towards the sky with powerful force.
The hawk demons were waiting curiously to see what the human prince was planning to draw, but Xia Ji only made one stroke and put it down. Then he looked at the hawk girl who had not gone far and said: " Send it."
The girl from the Eagle Tribe took the rice paper and held it over. She glanced at the painting. There was nothing special about it. What was the human prince thinking
The golden-robed Eagle King smiled secretly in his heart. He had already thought of a reason for his refusal.
Then…
The painting that couldn't even be called a painting was placed in front of him.
He lowered his eyebrows and glanced,
But just at this glance, he felt that his eyes were sunk in,
That stroke is like a sharp arrow condensed by death, and the rice paper is like a vast sea of clouds,
The arrow broke through the heavy wind and clouds, and wanted to come out through the paper,
This arrow was shocking.
The golden-robed Eagle King recalled the most terrifying memories in his heart.
hundreds of years ago,
He was not yet the Eagle King, and he went out with his companions to practice. It was going well before, but when he returned to his clan, he met a sharpshooter from the human world.
The sharpshooter was very terrifying. He bent his bow and shot arrows, and every arrow was sure to hit. No matter how high the eagles flew, those arrows were able to break through the clouds and hit them accurately.
His companions died tragically one by one and fell from the sky.
And he was frightened and ran away desperately.
At this moment, it heard the sound of a bow being drawn, and at the same time, a thick murderous aura rushed towards it, as if death had come in an instant.
When he was young, the Eagle King was so frustrated that he was so frightened that he fell from the air. Fortunately, he had already flown over a mountain and landed in the mountains on the other side.
But it found that it had missed the arrow. It turned out that the sharpshooter had no arrows in the kettle. That pull was just an empty string. Just the empty string had already made him frightened.
After it was lucky enough to survive that time,
But this matter has become a knot in his heart.
Later, during the cultivation process, the demonic obstacles in my heart were located.
However, in the process of becoming a king, this demonic barrier has almost disappeared.
He can guarantee that even if the marksman draws his bow in front of it, he will never be afraid again.
But this stroke directly tore apart its mental defense.
It turned into an arrow from the sharpshooter in the past, breaking through the sky and bringing death to it.
The golden-robed Eagle King felt his soul startled. He was sweating and trembling all over. Then with a grunt, he fell directly from the position of the Eagle Clan's leader. He rolled over several steps and fell to the ground, crawling. There was still fear in his eyes.
Xia Ji grabbed a mountain fruit in front of him and took a bite. It was sour and sweet. He rubbed his eyebrows. This casual stroke was not easy.
When he looked at the Eagle King, he used Maitreya Zen to illuminate the delusions in the Eagle King's heart, and understood the fear rooted deep in his memory.
Later, when I started writing, I used Ran Deng Chan’s delusion as the starting point of my writing.
Just mentioning it can break his mind.
If he hadn't saved a hand, the Eagle King might have had his internal organs churning and would have sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist.
The whole place was silent.
Even Hui Xin didn't understand. She turned her head and looked at Xia Ji carefully with the eyes of a god.
With just one stroke, the Eagle King is frightened. I can’t understand this kind of immortal operation...
However, the Eagle King, who was lying on the ground, finally understood. He already understood what kind of figure the Seventh Prince of Dashang was. He took a few deep breaths before speaking, and said in a trembling voice: "Please... please help me, Your Highness." , I... I am willing to fully assist... Your Highness."
At this moment, he just felt that his heart was broken, and the sealed fear was like the inner demon awakening, surging against the dam of his heart. If the dam was broken, the consequences would be disastrous.
To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell must be tied. If His Highness can shock his soul with one stroke, then he will definitely be able to help him.
Xia Jidao: "Relax your mind and listen to me recite a scripture."
"yes… "
Xia Ji recalled the passage he had recited the most, and began to recite: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, saw that the five aggregates are empty, and survived all the hardships..."
As Xia Ji recited, the Golden-robed Eagle King became more and more immersed in it, and his fear slowly disappeared. He only felt a huge spiritual power coming from the sky, and he also followed the wave into this power and became a tributary. .
Once he finished reciting, the Eagle King converted to Xia Ji.
He breathed a sigh of relief and raised his head. All the unruly color in his eyes disappeared, revealing awe.
When she looked at the Fox King again, Huixin clasped her hands together, smiled and called out: "Fellow Taoist."