It was at this time that Zhu Wen met someone he could never have imagined.
To be precise, what appeared in front of Zhu Wen was not a person in the ordinary sense, but an immortal, an immortal from the Taoist Immortal Court.
It was a clear evening. The Xuanwu army camped by the river, ready to cross the north at any time. Zhu Wen led his soldiers to ride horses along the river and observe the terrain until there was a roadblock in front of him. At this time, they were only ten or so away from the army camp. inside.
Zhu Wen reined in the reins, sat down and the horse neighed, and the rapid transition from galloping to a stop made it stand straight up. When Zhu Wen stopped suddenly, more than a hundred soldiers behind him all reined in their horses and stopped suddenly at almost the same time. All the horses neighed and stood up together, the scene was spectacular and extremely shocking.
Of course, this is not something that ordinary soldiers can do. Zhu Wen's personal soldiers are all monks, and they are Qi training monks.
There are more than a hundred qi-training monks who are both in high school and low level. Wherever they go, there is a force that can turn clouds and rain. There are few forces in this world that can restrain them. Not to mention the more than fifty feudal towns in the Tang Dynasty, even the five great gates that shocked the world in the past can't do it now. The world is so big, except for the vast sea and the majestic Kunlun, there are few places they cannot go to.
However, at this time, facing the two middle-aged men standing in the middle of the road, not only the hundred or so qi-training monks have restrained their usual arrogant and arrogant aura, but it is Zhu who is already standing on the top step of the current hero. Wen also had to lower his brows and lower his eyes, restraining his fearless aura.
The two middle-aged men have different appearances. The one on the left has a hulking back and a majestic and fierce face. He looks like the top fighter on the battlefield. This is Chen Jizhen. The one on the right is of ordinary stature, with a refined face and a somewhat bookish air, holding a folding fan in his hand. It is Huang Jingyuan.
As the leaders of the Seventy-two Disasters, Dikucheng Chen Jizhen and Dishacheng Huang Jingyuan are also well-known in the Immortal Court. Although they appear in the mortal world for some reason at this moment, the terrifying cultivation base in the Immortal Realm is overwhelming. Nian's aura of majesty in charge of one side is still as dazzling as the red sun, making people afraid to look directly at it.
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After Zhu Wen reined in the horse, he put his hand on the handle of the knife. The spiritual energy in his whole body was mobilized secretly, his eyes narrowed slightly and he stared at the chests of the two, ready to draw his sword to attack at any time. Under his influence, the more than a hundred soldiers behind him were also in the same posture. Although the cultivation base of the person in front of him is terrifying, just standing there makes people feel tense all over, and it must be more dangerous if they move their hands, but no one is afraid.
Chen Jizhen in Dikui City did not hesitate, he glanced at Zhu Wen contemptuously, and snorted coldly: "It is a blessing and a great honor for you to meet an immortal! Nine obeisances, prostration to pay respects, how dare you sit on the back of a horse and hold a golden dagger in your hand, do you want to fight with an immortal?!"
His voice was getting louder and louder, and the coercion was getting deeper and deeper. The soldiers, who were gritting their heads and teeth, were gradually overwhelmed. Those with a lower cultivation level fell directly from the horseback, and those with a higher cultivation level were pale and trembling. Only Zhu Wen himself, who was a real person, could barely maintain his composure.
Chen Jizhen looked at Zhu Wen, his brows gradually frowned, his displeasure grew stronger, and there was still a little bit of impatience. In his eyes, Zhu Wen's breathing was steady all the time, which showed that he was neither afraid nor angry, and his mood was surprisingly stable. His state of mind is stable, not because he has no thoughts, on the contrary, his state of mind is stable only because his killing intent is pure and firm, and there is no need for ups and downs.
Zhu Wen stared at Chen Jizhen without squinting, the color in his eyes was very single, it was the eyes of looking at the enemy, and his hand holding the saber was already tightly holding the handle of the saber, and slowly pulled out the horizontal saber. There was no unnecessary movement in his whole body, and he even kept it unchanged, except for the hand holding the knife, which was slowly withdrawing. The clear sound of metal friction continued continuously, neither fast nor sharp, and it was quite depressing, like a woman's low cry at night, and it was extremely uncomfortable to listen to.
The long knife was three inches out of its sheath.
Clearly feeling Zhu Wen's killing intent, Chen Jizhen was about to fly into a rage, and the coercion he unleashed became even heavier! Those monks who practiced low-level Qi directly knelt down next to the horse, their bones creaked, and blood flowed out from their seven orifices. From time to time, some people fell down one after another, dying of breathlessness.
Immortal, how can you tolerate the disobedience of mortals? Just like a high-ranking official, how can he tolerate the offense of ordinary people? That is a huge difference in identity, and in Chen Jizhen's view, it is also the difference in the essence of each other's lives. The lowly person's offense to the noble person is purely courting death.
The armored soldiers fell down one after another, and dozens of corpses were scattered on the ground. Most of the low-level monks who practiced Qi had already died. During this process, the soldiers didn't make a single sound, even when they were dying, they didn't even scream. It's not that they don't want to, it's that they simply can't.
Zhu Wen refused to give in, and Chen Jizhen prepared to kill all his followers. These more than one hundred monks practicing qi are Zhu Wen's core direct power, and they are his greatest reliance on fighting on the battlefield and killing enemies to save his life. But in Chen Jizhen's eyes, these people are obviously worthless.
As a monk in the real world, Zhu Wen knew without looking back that his soldiers had suffered heavy casualties. But he didn't turn his head, he didn't close his eyes, his red eyes kept staring at Chen Jizhen, and at the same time he slowly drew his sword.
The two were completely facing each other to the end. If this continued, Zhu Wen's personal soldiers would die in a short time. And although his own life is safe, he is bound to suffer serious injuries.
During this process, Huang Jingyuan of Dikui City did not move or speak. He looked at Zhu Wen with a look that was neither deep nor shallow, with a sense of scrutiny. Finally, he shook his head and sighed softly: "Old Chen, let it go."
These words were naturally spoken to Chen Jizhen, which also surprised him.
As the head of the seventy-two earth demons, Chen Jizhen certainly didn't have to listen to Huang Jingyuan's words. He stared at the other party and said in a voice that only Huang Jingyuan could hear: "I give up at this time, what does it mean to admit defeat? Didn't you read it?" Come out, this kid is very arrogant and ignorant, he has no intention of worshiping us and obeying us!"
"Of course I can see it." Huang Jingyuan said, "Not only that, I can also see that even if you kill all his soldiers and make him vomit blood and kneel on the ground, he will not yield to you."
Chen Jizhen was startled, he gave Huang Jingyuan a strange look, "Really?"
Huang Jingyuan did not answer, this is not a question that needs to be answered. The words of the gods do not need to be said a second time.
This time, Chen Jizhen and Huang Jingyuan brought people down to earth for the secret of Hedong and also for Zhu Wen. The secrets are to be snatched, and Zhu and Wen are to be supported. This is their task. Xianting directly came forward to support Zhu Wen, so naturally he would not be like those reincarnated immortals, with Zhu Wen as the main and Zhu Wen's courtiers. On the contrary, they asked Zhu Wen to enshrine them, pay homage to them, and obey his words.
This meeting was the first time the two sides met. Naturally, Chen Jizhen's actions were not as shallow as simply giving off power. What he wants is to make Zhu Wen submit, and then surrender. In the final analysis, it is a battle of master and slave status - in the future, in the world, Zhu Wen will be the master, or the monks of Xianting will be the master.
When the two meet, with Zhu Wen's cultivation and knowledge, it is impossible not to see that Chen Jizhen and Chen Jizhen are extraordinary, but his first reaction is not to dismount and salute, but to hold the handle of the knife with his hand, ready to strike at any time. It can be said that there is no respect for immortals. But Chen Jizhen was unhappy not because of Zhu Wen's rudeness, but because of the meaning behind Zhu Wen's rude behavior.
Judging from what Huang Jingyuan said right now, Zhu Wen is planning to "rather die than surrender".
Although Chen Jizhen is the head of the seventy-two earth demons, his outstanding strength is his combat strength. In terms of wisdom, strategy and ability to recognize people, Huang Jingyuan is much higher than him. The relationship between the two is very similar to that of a general and a military adviser. Chen Jizhen seldom doubted Huang Jingyuan's words, and Huang Jingyuan seldom made mistakes.
Zhu Wen would rather die than surrender, which was beyond Chen Jizhen's expectations. He said to Huang Jingyuan in a deep voice: "He is a mortal, and when he saw my immortal being born, his first reaction was not to be in awe, bow down and salute, but to press the handle of the knife, How strange is it to be ready to shoot at any time?"
Huang Jingyuan said calmly: "Zhu Wen is the master, how can the master fear others? His first reaction is to press the handle of the knife because he is the master, so he must always put himself as the first priority. "
Chen Jizhen was silent for a moment: "He is the lord of the people, but the Immortal Court is the lord of heaven and earth. I am waiting for this trip to represent the Taoist Immortal Court! In other words, even if he is the emperor in the future, but my Taoist Immortal Court is the sky, he must Listen to us! How can you not get off your horse and kneel to me at this moment?"
Huang Jingyuan smiled bitterly, "We are not immortal emperors."
This is the truth, Chen Jizhen's face darkened, and his eyebrows became even more angry.
However, although he was even more angry, the coercion he displayed was withdrawn in an instant. If he doesn't accept his own coercion, Zhu Wen's personal soldiers will die. At that time, the two parties who have already had a very unhappy meeting now don't know what kind of conflicts will arise.
If Zhu Wen really didn't care about it, lost his mind, and didn't join forces with Xianting, Xianting really didn't know who to turn to - it was not that simple to find a replacement for Zhu Wen. As a man of destiny in troubled times, Zhu Wen himself is not a passerby, but has great luck in him.
Chen Jizhen withdrew the coercion, Zhu Wen and the others lightened up. At this time, the soldiers had different postures. Some were frightened, some were rejoicing, but more people were angry. They sacrificed their magic weapons one after another, trying to fight Chen Jizhen and Huang Jingyuan. As Zhu Wen's personal soldiers, their bravery and loyalty can be seen from this.
Zhu Wen raised his hand to stop the actions of the soldiers, and seeing how he scolded them, everyone obediently accepted their cultivation, and turned to reorganize their formation and help their companions.
With the sword back in its sheath, Zhu Wen looked at Chen Jizhen and Huang Jingyuan, and suddenly showed a smile that only comes after a big victory, "You two immortals, are you here to help me, Zhu Wen, to compete in the world?"
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Li Ye slowly opened his eyes, got up and went outside the tent. The first thing I saw was Su Emei, who took the initiative to guard here, with a sword in hand, acting as his guard. Seeing him coming out, Su E's eyebrows lit up, and she sensed that Li Ye's cultivation had been stabilized and had reached a higher level.
Shengzi Shengying and Nangong No. 1 and others couldn't wait a long time ago, and when they saw Li Ye finally leaving the customs, they all surrounded him. The Holy Infant was the fastest, but when he reached the front, he stopped first. The old god was embracing his arms, taking the time to look Li Ye up and down, and then said lightly: "You are not bad, the power of cultivation is even more majestic. !"
Nangong No.1 and Shengzi were very disgusted with Shengying's mannerisms, and the former even sarcastically said: "A child with no hair yet dares to speak like an adult, so you are not afraid of your father whipping you? "
The Holy Infant was furious immediately, and breathed out two fiery snakes from his nose, "You ignorant mortal! Are you looking for death?"
The Holy Son hastily added fuel and vinegar: "He has been looking for death, but he has never died, and you just happened to fulfill him!"
Li Ye waited until they had finished making jokes, and then said: "The Eighteen Arhats have been severely injured. Now that the immortals in the Buddha Realm are weak, we should take advantage of the victory and pursue Qinzhou City. The Immortal Court has never made a move, but they will not just sit idly by , if my premonition is not bad, they should come too, we need to take precautions early."