When Li Ye went west to Fengxiang, he ordered the masters of the Tsingyi Yamen to go after him, as a force to support Shangguan Qingcheng, and went straight to Chen Cang to join Li Yan. Li Ye walked fast, while the Tsingyi yamen led by Song Jiao walked a little slower, and the two gangs walked in different ways.
After years of development, Tsing Yi Yamen has many masters, and they themselves have a fierce battle formation. If Song Jiao is in charge of the formation, even if it is a master of the real world, it may not be invincible. It's useless for Tsing Yi Yamen to follow Li Ye, because what Li Ye is facing is in the Diamond Realm, but if he goes to meet Li Yan, the effect will be very significant.
Li Ye had already guessed that there would be many obstacles in his westward journey. If this is the case, then Tsingyi Yamen must protect Li Yan, at least until he rushes over to prevent Shimen from having other plots. For example, deliberately assassinate Li Yan.
Although the possibility of this is very small, from Li Ye's standpoint, one has to guard against it, because once Li Yan dies suddenly, the world will inevitably fall into melee immediately, and there will be no time for Li Ye and Ping Lu Jun to breathe and make arrangements.
The first batch of monks in Qingyi Yamen was led westward by Mo Dongli.
In the past, there were four masters in Tsingyi Yamen, but now, Liu Dazheng and Zhao Polu have joined the army, and only Song Jiao and Mo Dongli are left among the four masters, still serving in Tsingyi Yamen. However, the Tsing Yi Yamen now has other theories about the top combat power. The most popular ones are the Twelve Guardians, referring to the twelve masters of high-level qi training.
In the past, Mo Dongli cultivated at the eighth level of qi training, but now he has reached the threshold of the ninth level of qi training, and he has a great possibility to go further in his lifetime and become an absolute master at the ninth level of qi training. In the entire Qingyi yamen, Mo Dongli was second only to Song Jiao in terms of status and strength.
As the pioneer of Tsingyi Yamen, Mo Dongli led people away in a hurry. After entering Hu County, the sky suddenly began to drizzle. Mo Dongli, who rode his horse in the front, opened the surprisingly large black umbrella after the first drop of rain fell.
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It is not difficult for Mo Dongli to hold an umbrella and ride a horse.
With the swordsman in Tsing Yi behind Mo Dongli, the corners of everyone's eyes twitched when they saw the short and thin old man holding up the black umbrella that contrasted sharply with his body. Although they have seen such a scene many times, every time they see it, they still feel very weird.
After a while, Mo Dongli reined in the steed, and after a loud neigh, the steed stood up, and Mo Dongli, who was sitting on the horse, including the unusually large black umbrella, was always as stable as Mount Tai.
In front of the official road, stood a white-clothed monk, with his palms folded, bowing in front of the crowd.
When Mo Dongli saw this man, his usually cloudy eyes suddenly flashed a bright light. He gestured to tell the swordsmen in green clothes not to act rashly, dismounted unhurriedly, and walked towards the monk in white clothes.
The thin old man is always holding a big black umbrella in his right hand, leaving a huge gap beside his right shoulder. If you look carefully, you will find that he only occupies half of the big black umbrella.
There are rumors in the Tsingyi yamen that this thin old man who doesn't like to talk but always likes to talk to himself, in fact, the reason why there is a blank space when opening the umbrella is because there is always a person standing beside him.
So his soliloquy has never been talking to himself, but talking to the people around him.
This rumor once triggered terrifying speculation in Tsing Yi Yamen. Everyone who heard the rumor would feel shudder in the end.
The old man is already very old, so old that only skin and bones are left, as if half of his body has been buried in the ground, and he is so short, if such a person is really accompanied by someone, it is probably... . ghosts.
Mo Dongli came ten steps in front of the monk in white and stopped. His hand holding the umbrella was still steady, but he bowed and saluted: "Master Huiming."
It was Huiming who stood alone in the middle of the official road. He saw Mo Dongli with a sincere smile on his face: "Mr. Mo, are you here all right?"
Mo Dongli's smile was equally sincere, and it inevitably brought people of his age with the vicissitudes of parting and reunion, "The old man, who has half of his body buried in the earth, is fine if he is not dead."
Zeng Jin, Mo Dongli and Zhao Polu are both people close to Li Keyong, so they are naturally familiar with Huiming. And compared to Zhao Polu, a dull military man, Mo Dongli and Huiming have always had a good relationship. When they were by Li Keyong's side, they often drank tea and played games together, sitting and discussing the truth.
After the Huangli Township battle, the two sides were their masters, and there was no time to gather.
Huiming's eyes turned to the right side of Mo Dongli. There, under the big black umbrella, was a blank space deliberately left by Mo Dongli. Huiming's eyes looking there were definitely not the eyes when he looked at the empty ground. Because there was emotion in his eyes, "Thirty years?"
Mo Dongli's smile is dazzling, it's hard to imagine that an old man will have such a bright and innocent smile on his face, so pure that it is almost childlike: "I never thought that Master Huiming would still remember Zhuojing. Two months and eight days."
If Huiming felt something, he sighed heavily, and his eyes showed admiration and fascination: "Half a year has passed, and the lady's voice and smile are still vivid in my memory. Back then, the lady was really unparalleled."
Mo Dongli smiled so much that he showed his old teeth, as if Zeng Jin did the most amazing thing in the world, and now as long as he thinks about it, he will be sincerely proud, "Although the old man is not good, but the old man's wife is the best in the world." One is good."
"Okay." Huiming repeated, perhaps there is no more appropriate word to describe that smart woman back then. Although her appearance was just ordinary, her temperament made countless beauties feel ashamed, and her temperament was praised by countless heroes. A beautiful woman never needs to overwhelm the city or the country."
Mo Dongli smiled. He was very relaxed, comfortable and happy at the moment. There are tens of thousands of things in the world, no matter when, it is worth being happy to meet an old friend, "A person who was born as a master, also knows the worldly affairs?"
Huiming said earnestly: "If you have never entered the world, how can you talk about being born?"
Mo Dongli nodded: "Master Huiyan."
At this point, both of them fell silent, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.
The drizzle was still falling in the night, pattering softly on the big black umbrella.
The swordsman in Tsing Yi, who was still dozens of steps away from the two of them, suddenly shuddered, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand. At this moment, they suddenly felt the cold murderous aura. The murderous aura is so fierce that it fills the world as soon as Wu appears. And the source of the murderous intent was the two old friends who stood opposite each other on the official path.
Huiming looked at Mo Dongli: "The poor monk has already persuaded Mr."
Of course he advised, since he missed his wife so much, he should cherish every moment of remembering her. If you lose your life in vain, you have nothing, not even memories.
Mo Dongli's hand holding the umbrella remained motionless, and his voice also remained motionless: "For thirty years, Zhuo Jing has been by my side every day. No matter what sound I hear, the sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, I will tell him. No matter I will talk to her about everything that happens, whether it is family affairs, state affairs or world affairs. When it rains, I will hold up an umbrella to keep her from getting wet. When I go to sleep, I will set aside half of the bed so as not to press her down. When I was walking, I only walked halfway, not letting her bump into each other... For so many years, she has been by my side, never leaving for a moment. Holding hands, life and death are bound together. Life, Lived with the Son, died with the Son, died with the Son."
Huiming was slightly moved, and he closed his eyes.
After a while, Huiming slowly opened his eyes: "Let's do it."
At this moment, in the cavalry dozens of steps away, a swordsman in Tsing Yi with a high level of Qi training suddenly drew his long sword out of its sheath. He jumped up, he rose and fell in mid-air, the blade slid across a sharp arc in the night sky, and slashed straight at Huiming's forehead!
Dao Qi faced him, and it was about to cut into Huiming's head, but his eyelids never moved.
He had one hand on his chest, and the other was already out.
The Swordsman in Tsing Yi flew upside down and fell to the ground, his body twitched a few times before he became silent.
In Huiming's outstretched hand, there was already a steaming heart that was still beating.
The heart was dripping with blood, and the viscous blood kept dripping from between Huiming's fingers.
Mo Dongli's beard and hair were all stretched out.
Huiming remained motionless, as if he had never done anything. Facing the rushing Tsing Yi yamen monk, he lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, and said indifferently: "People's hearts are broken, what do you need them for?"
The huge black umbrella twirled and flew into the air, and drops of drizzle scattered on the surface of the umbrella.
Under the umbrella, the thin old man stepped out and punched Huiming.
Huiming's sleeves swung back suddenly.
But his men didn't move.
Even if Mo Dongli punched him in the chest.
He also hit Mo Dongli's left chest with a palm, and with a cracking sound, a piece of his shriveled chest sank.
Blood overflowed from Mo Dongli's mouth, staring at Huiming's pupils, his body gradually became lax, and his body fell limp and powerless.
Dozens of swordsmen in Tsing Yi jumped up, and the lights of their swords lit up the night sky, like meteors falling.
In just a moment, all the swordsmen in Tsing Yi fell down.
Huiming held a beating heart in his hand.
Under his feet, there was a fiery and bright red heart.
Until then, the swirling big black umbrella fell from mid-air.
The big black umbrella slowly fell on Mo Dongli's body, slowly covering his body.
Huiming threw away the heart in his hand, and glanced at the fallen corpses around him, neither sad nor happy.
It wasn't until he looked away and landed on Mo Dongli that his eyes were slightly different.
Huiming clasped his hands together, and bowed slowly to Mo Dongli under the big black umbrella, "If a person loses his heart, even if he enters hell, he will not be reborn. I have never forgotten it for thirty years. Although there is no response, the poor monk is willing to stay. Your heart allows you to meet the beautiful woman in the next life."
Finally, he said Amitabha, and the spotless white-clothed monk walked away step by step on the official road under the moonlight.
Behind him, a thin old man under a big black umbrella with a full chest.
...
Huiming didn't walk fast, because he didn't want to leave at all. It was his task tonight to stop the Tsingyi Yamen from going west to Fengxiang. Huiming didn't think there was any problem with killing Mo Dongli. Each was his own master. When meeting each other on the battlefield, it was just a fight to the death. Life and death depended on fate.
Huiming not only wants to kill Mo Dongli, but also everyone who dares to go west, including Song Jiao, the leader of the Tsingyi Yamen.
In the battle in Huangli Township in the past, Huiming and Song Jiao were tied, but now, he felt it was necessary to decide the outcome.
On the quiet official road, Huiming waited for Song Jiao.
He knew that he had waited for it, it was his fate, it was his fate as the leader of the powers around Li Keyong, and Song Jiao's fate as the leader of the powers around Li Ye.
The two must meet, and the winner must be decided, just like Li Ye and Li Keyong.
Huiming stood on the official road, standing alone, with his hands clasped together.
A hundred steps away in front of him, Song Jiao rode a horse and drove slowly. Behind Song Jiao, there were also dozens of Tsing Yi yamen monks, many of them were masters of high-level qi training.
As the leader of the Tsingyi Yamen, Song Jiao's followers were naturally the backbone of the Tsingyi Yamen, and their combat power was not comparable to that of Mo Dongli's team. But Huiming is not afraid at all, he always has a peaceful face. He did not come alone, and his people were nearby. However, he didn't think it was necessary for those people to appear.
In Huiming's view, killing Song Jiao was as simple as killing Mo Dongli, even if Song Jiao was at the ninth level of Qi training.
Huiming stood quietly, watching Song Jiao stop the crowd, and rode the horse slowly.
Huiming smiled. This scene was very similar to meeting Mo Dongli just now.
"You want to stop me?" Song Jiao sat on the horseback, looked at Huiming and said lightly.
Huiming said honestly, "Yes."
"I'm also on the ninth level of Qi training, why do you stop me?" Song Jiao sneered.
Huiming said earnestly: "The same is the ninth level of Qi training, and the combat power can be very different."
"You think I'm not good at fighting alone?" Song Jiao's brows darkened.
Huiming said honestly, "Yi Shuihan's flaw lies in this."
Song Jiao stopped talking.
Huiming stretched out a hand, "Please."
Song Jiao didn't move.
Because someone moved before her.
On the official road, two figures flying swiftly, from the treetops on both sides of the official road, and from behind the Tsing Yi Yamen, pulled out two white air waves, like a rainbow, quickly approaching.
Judging from their appearance, it is clear that they are rushing towards Fengxiang.
Huiming was startled, he hadn't heard that some of them were going to Fengxiang. Since it wasn't theirs, it was naturally Song Jiao's. Since he belongs to Song Jiao, Huiming must stop him.
The two came on one left and one on the right, so fast that Huiming didn't have time to think too much. However, although the opponent's flying speed is extremely fast, and the spiritual energy wave is similar to Changhong, it is not Changhong after all. Huiming just glanced at it, and he was very sure that the opponent's cultivation was at the ninth level of Qi training.
Since it is the ninth level of Qi training, there is nothing Huiming can't beat. Suddenly, he leapt up and punched the woman on the left who was wearing a navy blue Taoist robe and holding a long sword!
"Stop for the poor monk!"
Huiming yelled loudly, and with his shot, King Kong suddenly appeared behind him, as if a Buddha statue was about to break through the air. This punch of his caused a strong wind around him, and there was a slight crackling sound in the space, and the aura surged like a tide, as if even the air was about to be torn apart. With such power, it can be seen that there are almost no opponents for this punch under the realm of real people.
That woman with a pretty face, more delicate than a peony, her eyebrows and eyes are like autumn water, her temperament is as gentle as the little lady next door, just by looking at it, one can't help but be moved. However, Huiming is a monk, he will not be moved.
His heart didn't move, but suddenly beat wildly.
Because the other party swung at him with a slap, the red lips and white teeth slightly opened and closed, but what came out was a very impatient word: "Get out."
At first glance, this palm looked ordinary, like repelling flies, it seemed that there was no force at all. But when this palm came in front of Huiming, his eyes suddenly widened.
Because of his fist strength, when it touched this palm, it all dissipated like the wind! Huiming suddenly felt the extreme danger, as if his heart had been ripped out of his body, the danger was so strong that it made people feel fear.
With a snap, the palm swung on Huiming's forehead.
Huiming felt his eyes go dark, and his mind went pale for a moment. When he regained consciousness with difficulty, what he saw was the ground flying towards him rapidly. As he approached, severe pain came from his cheek. His head touched the ground first, and directly blasted a half-foot-deep crater on the official road, causing smoke and dust to rise everywhere.
Huiming felt that the bones all over his body were falling apart, the sea of Qi was churning, and the spiritual energy had disappeared. He tried it, and found that the meridians all over his body were in pain, and he couldn't move at all. He wanted to shout, but was horrified to find that his body was like Trapped in a quagmire, with no strength at all.
Huiming raised his head with difficulty, and found that Song Jiao was overlooking him at the edge of the pit. He couldn't help asking: "Why... It's obviously the ninth level of Qi training, how could it..."
"It's what you said, even if they are both on the ninth level of qi training, there can be a world of difference." Song Jiao curled her lips, showing disdain beyond words.
When Huiming was about to lose consciousness, he saw a chubby face appearing on the edge of the pit. It was a fat man, looking into the pit, looking at him interestingly, shaking his head and sighing: "Senior Sister The shot is too heavy. As expected of Fairy Guanghan, I can't afford to offend, I can't afford to offend."
Huiming was not reconciled, he struggled, and asked angrily in a low voice: "Why...in this Jianghu, is there anyone else who is so strong, the whole Jianghu, Jianghu..."
Huiming's voice gradually weakened, because he had no strength. Finally, he saw that fat man stepped over the big pit, and said "Jianghu? There is no Jianghu anymore." He chased after the previous woman, " Senior Sister, wait for me!"
There are no rivers and lakes anymore.
Why
If there is no rivers and lakes, what is there
Huiming was puzzled.
...
The one who knocked Huiming out with a single slap was naturally Su Emei.
At this moment, she was flying rapidly among the treetops.
Wei Xiaozhuang managed to catch up, panting. It is difficult for people who are not monks to imagine that his chubby body can be so agile.
"Senior sister, slow down, wait for me." Wei Xiaozhuang yelled loudly while trying to catch up with him.
Su E didn't return her brows: "If you slow down, he will die!"
Wei Xiaozhuang swung his two small arms back and forth on the side of his round body, tilting his head from exhaustion. Looking at his appearance, it doesn't look like he is flying among the treetops, he is basically doing a long-distance run on the ground, and he still does not forget to say: "Our cultivation level, even if we can catch up, we will still be able to do it. It's useless, right?"
Su Emei gritted her teeth: "Whether it's useful or not, we'll talk about it when we catch up."
Wei Xiaozhuang gasped and said: "Master, old man, why don't you come? If Master, old man comes, no matter how you say, it can hold back one or two real people."
Su Emei: "Master has gone to sea to visit immortals."
Wei Xiaozhuang's eyes widened: "After all this, he still has the mind to go to sea to visit immortals? Why is he so out of tune?"
Su Emei snorted: "When did Master adjust?"
Wei Xiaozhuang was choked all of a sudden, and the picture of the sloppy old brown-skinned old man picking his nose while touching his feet immediately appeared in his mind, and he immediately felt that Su Emei's assertion was really accurate and could not be refuted, "That's right."
Su Emei stopped suddenly.
Wei Xiaozhuang also stopped.
Su Emei didn't speak.
Wei Xiaozhuang didn't even speak.
In front of them, someone was floating in the air with their hands behind their backs, revealing their true cultivation. He looked at Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang with a smile, just like looking at two little mice that ran to the mousetrap on their own initiative, "You two little friends, don't stay in Pinglu for a good life, what are you doing in the capital city?" ?”
He is very proud, and also has the pleasure of revenge.
He is Zhang Jiuling, head of Penglai.
After the Battle of Qingshui Villa that year, the forces of Penglai Taoism were forced to return to Penglai Island. In order to purge the power of Taoism in Pinglu, Li Ye asked Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang to establish Quanzhen Temple.
It is precisely because of the rise of Quanzhen Temple in Pinglu that Taoist temples in Penglai, large and small, have become forces under the management of Quanzhen Temple and have since broken away from Penglai's control. Without the support of these Taoist temples, large and small, one can imagine the situation of Penglai.
In order to break the situation, Zhang Jiuling once thought about reconciling with Li Ye and supporting Li Ye to fight for hegemony. But Li Ye's attitude towards Taoism, or the way he treated Taoism, made Zhang Jiuling unacceptable.
In the end, I sent Da Si Ming to be Li Ye's bodyguard with Shao Si Ming. On the one hand, I didn't want to tear up my face with Li Ye and kept my relationship. Shao Siming's skills can also retreat calmly.
Although Zhang Jiuling hated Li Ye, he also hated Chu Nanhuai, Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang. If it wasn't for Chu Nanhuai helping Li Ye, and if it wasn't for Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang who established the Quanzhen Temple in Pinglu, how could the Penglai Taoist sect fall into this state
Now, when it was time for Daomen and Li Ye to tear their skins apart, it was no wonder that Zhang Jiuling looked at Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang so much. At this moment, he was murderous towards them.
With his cultivation level of a real person, wouldn't it be easy to kill Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang
A murderous look flashed across Su E's eyebrows: "Are you really going to stop us?"
Zhang Jiuling said lightly: "A Taoist is a monk, and a monk who masters power should be a master. The significance of Taoism is to fight for the world, and to control the common people in the world for the Immortal Court, to ensure the prosperity of the Taoist sect, to ensure the continuous flow of energy in the Immortal Court, and to be respected. Human offerings. Only in this way can a Taoist be recorded in the merit book of the Immortal Court, and after a few lifetimes, he will have the opportunity to ascend to the Dao and be among the Immortals."
"It's not like you, going to cure diseases and eliminate disasters for the people, mixing with traffickers and pawns, and acting like a farmer. What's the use of such a powerful cultivation base? After a hundred years, they will all be wiped out. No matter how many things there are, what's the point? If you corrupt the rules of the Taoist sect and the order of the Taoist sect, you are a big treason!"
Hearing this, Wei Xiaozhuang was not only not angry, but eager to try, turned his head to ask Su Emei's opinion: "Senior sister, he wants to reason with me!"
God knows, what Wei Xiaozhuang likes most is reasoning with people. To put it nicely, that's called sitting and talking, and to put it in a bad way, that's quarreling, and this is where Wei Xiaozhuang's fun lies.
In recent years, Wei Xiaozhuang has made many contributions to the development and growth of Quanzhen Sect in Pinglu. He often walks into a Taoist temple and fights with others. Often after a few days, the Taoist temple that believed in Penglai and was very hostile to Quanzhen Temple would willingly follow Wei Xiaozhuang.
But at this moment, it was obviously not the time to be reasonable, so Su Emei glared at Wei Xiaozhuang. The latter understood the spirit and reluctantly stopped thinking about reasoning with Zhang Jiuling.
Su Emei said slowly: "Shimen is famous all over the world. If the Taoist school has knowledge, they shouldn't kill Li Ye at this time, just like Shimen."
Zhang Jiuling flicked his sleeves and said disdainfully, "What do children know!"
Su Emei suddenly drew her sword out of its sheath.
Wei Xiaozhuang started at the same time.
...
Li Ye took a deep breath, and slowly calmed down the elixir after entering his stomach. The aura in his body surged. He focused his eyes and looked forward. There were thirty-six arhats scattered under the night like thirty-six stars.
With the lesson of the fall of the Eighteen King Kong, the Thirty-six Arhats are now ready to fight, and did not act rashly, but only faintly released the coercion of their cultivation base.
The Eighteen Vajras are indeed very strong. After all, they are the strongest power possessed by the Shimen of the Tang Dynasty, and they broke out after eight hundred years of dormancy. The Eighteen Vajra Formation was originally unpredictable, but the reason why Li Ye quickly broke through it without paying too much price, in the final analysis, except for the difference in combat experience, was the cassock left by Fayi.
It’s just that the cassock has already been used once, but Li Ye has no time to reinfuse spiritual energy into the cassock. After all, the consumption of spiritual energy is not small, and it can’t be done with a single thought. Thirty-six Arhats will never give it to him. he this opportunity.
Li Ye held Lu Gujian and walked forward step by step. The strength of the thirty-six real-life experts would never be as simple as twice the eighteen King Kong.
Li Ye had never seen the thirty-six arhat formations, but he knew what kind of power the thirty-six diamond-level formations would have together. Don't say that Li Ye is just the real person of Lingchi, even if he is the real person of Yinshen, would he dare to rush into the battle openly, let the opponent use his means, and wait quietly for the break
Isn't that courting death
Li Ye looked to the west.
I don't know how far Shangguan Qingcheng is from Li Yan at this time. Is Fengxiang Army planning to act tonight, or is it going to do it tomorrow
The only thing Li Ye could be sure of was that Li Yan had not yet been held hostage by Li Changyan. If Li Yan had already been held hostage by Li Changyan, the news would have been delivered by the Tsing Yi Yamen. Although Li Ye didn't have a Tsing Yi swordsman around to help out, his location was not a secret. If there was such a drastic change, the Tsing Yi Yamen would definitely let him know in time.
Chen Cang... Li Ye sighed slightly.
At this moment, Li Ye suddenly felt a little ridiculous.
After he traveled to this world, he was only thinking about making real dragon achievements, and he didn't even think about making any contribution to the Tang Dynasty. He was even waiting for the collapse of the Tang Dynasty, so that he would have the opportunity to achieve great things. But things have developed to the present, and everyone in the world regards him as the backbone of the Tang Dynasty, loyal and courageous, and a minister of the country.
Whether it is Tian Lingzi who wants to hold power, or the princes, Taoists, and Shimen who want to destroy the Tang Dynasty, they all regard him as the number one enemy of bad things. And the reason for all this is because they think that with him, Li Ye, the Tang Dynasty will be saved, and with Li Ye, he will be able to subdue the feudal towns, wipe out the rebellious soldiers, and make it impossible for Taoism and Shimen to go out of the world possible.
Who let him break Tongguan, kill Huang Chao, and restore Chang'an? Who would not be afraid of such an act
How is this similar to Li Xian's situation
These were all unexpected by Li Ye. Even if he can predict it, so what, he can do nothing? To do nothing is to wait for death, a slow death.
Li Ye suddenly thought that in the past, Li Xian was hailed as the minister who saved the country in times of difficulty, and was regarded as the hope of rejuvenating the Tang Dynasty, but in the end he aroused the suspicion of the king, the jealousy of the courtiers, and was finally killed. I am afraid that when Li Xian was in full swing , Daomen and Shimen are also flustered, right
If Li Xian rejuvenated the Tang Dynasty, wouldn't there be no chance for Daoist and Shimen to make their debut in the world? So in the Battle of Bagong Mountain, I am afraid that not only the king and his courtiers contributed, but the Taoist sect also did it secretly, right
Thoughts were flying, Li Ye shook his head, suppressing these thoughts that suddenly appeared one by one.
Li Ye looked at the thirty-six arhats. The opponent's position was obviously the position that had been selected. It was conceivable that it was the position that could best display the power of the Arhat formation. As long as Li Ye rushed over, they would lose the Arhat formation. Kill it.
Li Ye sighed in his heart, beating one of the thirty-six, and waiting for work with ease, is really shameless.
The corner of Li Ye's mouth twitched suddenly, and his eyes turned to the west again. Since the purpose of this trip was to meet up with Li Yan, then why are they still here, entangled with the Thirty-Six Arhats
Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of Li Ye's mouth gradually spread to the whole face.
They are all powerful men in the real world, the thirty-six arhats, keenly captured this sinister smile. Many arhats felt a slight shock in their hearts. Judging from the process of Li Ye's defeat of the Eighteenth King Kong, this guy was very insidious. Could it be that he has some schemes now
In order to guard against fraud, the big arhat suddenly shouted: "Devil! You are causing harm to the world and causing harm to the common people. If you don't kill you here tonight, my Shimen is not the Shimen who subdue demons!"
His loud shout was full of solemnity. The shout of Shimen is driven by the unique method of Shimen, which has a shocking effect. According to Shimen's own statement, if the demon listens to it, he will first lose his mind, feel fear, and retreat far away.
The nine-character mantra of Taoism and the six-character mantra of Shimen have similar effects.
The second arhat also shouted loudly: "You have killed dozens of disciples of my Shimen. Tonight, no matter what, there is no way for you to survive! The Arhat formation is a unique technique of the Shimen. For thousands of years, I don't know how many demons have been killed! If you are sensible, Just obediently kill yourself!"
The three arhats followed closely behind: "Devil! With my Shimen here, there is no place for you in the world. How can you alone compete against my entire Shimen? Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will be suppressed by the Shimen!"
The Four Arhats were about to speak, but saw Li Ye move, he stretched out his hand, and made a middle finger far away.
The thirty-six arhats were all stunned, thinking that Li Ye was performing some kind of spell, they didn't dare to neglect immediately, and all of them focused their attention on guard, after all, this demon was too insidious. But before they could figure out what that gesture meant and what effect it had, Li Ye suddenly stood up.
The complexions of the thirty-six arhats all changed, and their eyes showed shock. Besides the shock, there was a moment of bewilderment.
Because Li Ye didn't charge towards them, but turned around and headed towards the forest. His movements were too fast and very abrupt, and before Thirty-six Arhats could react, he had already rushed out of Baizhang.
"The devil wants to run!" Four Arhats finally found a chance to speak.
"He didn't want to run. If he wanted to run, he should turn around and run!" San Luohan was quite wise.
"There are no people from us in that direction!" Er Luohan looked surprised.
"Not good!" the big Arhat exclaimed, "The devil wants to bypass us, he wants to meet Emperor Tang!"
Hearing the big arhat's words, everyone thought inwardly that it was terrible. Seeing Li Ye's strong attack on the eighteen vajra formation and beheading the eighteen vajras, they thought that this fight was high-spirited and had the will of gods to block and kill gods and Buddhas. Unexpectedly, the devil turned timid, avoided fighting, and wanted to take a detour to Chencang.
As expected of a devil, he was really sinister, just now everyone was guarding against his insidiousness and made a move, but they didn't expect that this sinister devil wanted to run away.
"Chase!"
"We can't let him escape!"
"Once he reunites with Emperor Tang and is in the midst of thousands of troops, there is nothing he can do about it!"
"I heard that he mobilized the army to meet Emperor Tang. If he retreats into the army and insists on not doing it, we have nothing to do with him!"
"We can't let him spoil our good deed, hurry up!"
"This devil is indeed insidious and cunning!"
The Thirty-six Arhats immediately unfolded their movements, turned into rainbows, and outflanked Li Ye. However, although Li Ye's fleeing behavior exceeded the expectations of the thirty-six arhats, they did not mess up their positions, and still maintained the formation of the arhats, and they could fight with the arhats at any time.
Furthermore, going around in a circle is definitely not going straight. Li Ye will eventually go west, so if all the arhats want to intercept Li Ye, they only need to go straight to intercept him before the curve.
Thirty-six Arhats were determined, and suddenly felt that although the devil was insidious and cunning, he couldn't escape their grasp, that's all.
But as soon as this thought came up, before all the arhats had time to despise Li Ye, they all discovered something was wrong. They saw that Li Ye's speed was too fast!
Don't say that they can't catch up with Li Ye, even if they go directly to intercept Li Ye who is turning, they can't catch up! Realizing this, the Thirty-Six Arhats looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.
"We can't let him escape!"
"Catch up at full speed!"
Under the order of the big arhat, all the thirty-six arhats displayed the fastest speed.
Li Ye turned his head and saw that the Thirty-six Arhats had already sped up to catch up, with a smile of successful plot drawn on the corner of his mouth.
With the bonus of Dragon Qi and Qinglian, Li Ye not only has greater lethality when he strikes, but also has a faster flying speed. Because the dragon energy and the power of Qinglian are mixed with spiritual energy to exert their power, flying in the real world is also supported by the use of spiritual energy, so his speed is not comparable to that of a monk in the real world of Lingchi.
Even if it is the real Yinshen, it is impossible to be faster than him in terms of speed alone.
Seeing the thirty-six arhats chasing up regardless of the formation, Li Ye mobilized his spiritual energy without haste, secretly gathering momentum, and preparing to exert his strength.
Although the thirty-six arhats are all in the Vajra realm, there are still differences in individual cultivation. After all, there are no two identical leaves in the world, and the speed will also be different. At this moment, if we try our best to catch up, the formation of the arhat formation will no longer be maintained. .
What Li Ye was afraid of was naturally the formation of arhats, not the arhats that were twisted out individually. With his fighting strength, he could seriously injure Wu Yazi with a single sword when he was practicing Qi at the ninth level, and he could kill Huang Chao when he built his foundation half a step. , Diamond Realm.
Even with all his efforts, Li Ye couldn't cut a few swords in his heyday, and he still suffered a disadvantage in facing the crowd tactics, but it was much better than fighting against the Arhat formation.
While flying, Li Ye paid attention to the formation changes of the Arhat formation. Although the Arhat formation was already in chaos, Li Ye was not in a hurry to make a move. He has to wait, until the opponent's formation is completely separated, and there is no possibility of instant closing, he will turn around and fight back.
At the same time, Li Ye controlled his speed, and tried his best to be caught up just when the fighter appeared. In that case, he would only see blood immediately when he turned around and killed, without giving the opponent a chance to react and retreat.
The big arhat rushed to the front. When the arhat formation began to be chaotic, he was always on guard, ready to let the second and third arhats on the left and right retreat. If Li Ye dared to turn around and attack, they would be able to restore the arhat formation in an instant.
But Li Ye didn't do this, which made Big Arhat either disappointed or happy. Disappointed that Li Ye did not turn around to die, but happy that Li Ye really planned to take a detour without any conspiracy.
After all, the thirty-six arhats were walking in a straight line, and they were chasing at full speed. Seeing Li Ye getting closer, in the eyes of the big arhat, there was gradually a fighting spirit that was determined to win. Li Ye's speed is indeed fast. If they chase him in a straight line, even if they try their best, they will not be able to catch up at all. Fortunately, they are now cutting off the curve in a straight line.
Three hundred feet, two hundred feet, one hundred feet...
The big arhat began to prepare to make a move. After all, he was behind Li Ye, and he took advantage of the position. He was very concealed and hard to be found. As long as he could give Li Ye a hard blow, Li Ye would be finished. It could be avoided that way, Li Ye turned around suddenly, in order to distance himself from them, and didn't go west, that was unacceptable to the Arhat. After all, the Eighteen Vajras are all dead tonight, Shimen suffered heavy losses, and died in front of the thirty-six arhats, the arhats cannot escape the blame.
at this time!
The big arhat's eyes froze suddenly, and he was about to make a move!