Poor monk is awesome

Chapter 11 Demon Phase
"Wei Wuxian! Zhu Zi'an dares to kill me, Lin'er!"

In the hall of the City Guard Mansion, an old man in golden robe smashed the table next to his hand with his palm, and roared angrily.

There were people kneeling on the ground in front of his seat, and the leader was a silver armored warrior. Hearing the old man's roar, his body trembled and his head bowed even lower.

"Master... of the palace, Wei... Wei Wuxian said... if you want revenge, just go to him..." the silver-armored warrior said tremblingly.

"Hehe, you must have been there at the time!" The old man's voice suddenly softened, and he looked down at the crowd kneeling below with a smile.

However, this voice felt extremely cold to the ears of all the warriors.

"Master...Master of the Palace, we all swore to protect the Young Master. That monk is really too powerful, and Wei Wuxian..." The silver-armored warrior hurriedly explained, and the black-armored warriors also hurriedly agreed, with their voices All tinged with fear.

"Since you swore to protect him to the death, why did you all survive and come back, but my Gan'er died tragically!" The old man said in a low voice, "Since you didn't protect Gan'er well before he was alive, then go on to the Netherworld to protect him! "

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a large group of black-armored warriors poured into the hall. Led by seven silver-armored warriors, they swung their knives at the kneeling crowd and slashed and screamed.

"Palace Master, how can you wait for me like this!" Seeing that he was doomed, the kneeling silver armor warrior roared angrily and rushed towards the golden robed old man.

"Pfft"

In an instant, three or four silver-armored warriors stopped him from fighting, and beheaded him in a few breaths.

"Bring my armored weapon and gather the troops. I'm going to the White Mansion to seek justice!" The old man in the golden robe took a deep breath of the bloody smell in the air, his eyes darkened.

"Yes!"

Swords surged, spears rushed, and all the troops of the Chengwei Mansion were mobilized.

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The night sinks like water, Baifu.

The whole White Mansion seemed a bit dull because of the events in the evening. Jiu Jie was lying on the big bed in his room with his arms pillowed on his head, his eyes closed, recalling what happened these days, his brows were lightly frowned, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly sighed With a sound, he called the system ghost in his mind.

"Can I use the marrow washing pool to help people like Huang Tianci obtain the qualification for practice?"

"The host has not spent spirit stones to upgrade the marrow washing pool at present. If the host chooses to spend [-] spirit stones to upgrade the marrow washing pool to the first level, he can obtain the qualifications for ordinary people to have low-grade spiritual roots, and spend [-] spirit stones to upgrade the marrow washing pool. When Chi is promoted to the second level, he can be qualified to allow ordinary people to have middle-grade spiritual roots, and so on."

"First help me upgrade the marrow washing pool to the second level." Jiu Jie was a little disappointed, feeling that it was far from what he expected.

"The marrow washing pool is being upgraded..." The voice of the system echoed in my mind.

"The transformation of the marrow washing pool is completed. The host has one thousand, seven hundred yuan of spiritual stones left. According to the host's development needs, it is recommended that the host purchase an alchemy furnace worth one thousand spiritual stones, which comes with a top-level alchemy technique." The voice of the system just fell, Gui Lao The voice sounded, and said with a seductive voice.

"I have learned how to sell, but I am in a bad mood today, so I want to buy something. I bought your alchemy furnace." Jiu Jie curled his lips.

"One thousand spiritual stones are deducted, and the remaining spiritual stones of the host are 700 yuan. The first-grade alchemy furnace has been successfully purchased, and it has been automatically placed in the cave. The host can enter after reaching the level of distraction. The first-grade alchemy is being transmitted, and a gift of the world's spiritual herbs is included." It was the ghost's voice that sounded.

"Ghost, you tricked me!"

Jiujie heard that the alchemy furnace had to be put into the cave to use it until he was distracted. Now that he is only in the realm of fake alchemy, he doesn't even count the alchemy pill, so he will have to wait until the year of the monkey!

However, as soon as Jiujie finished shouting, a stream of information rushed into his mind like a rushing river.

For a moment, Jiujie felt as if he had mastered all kinds of medicinal uses in the world, and he knew all kinds of spiritual herbs in the world.

Originally, as an alchemist, even the lowest-level alchemist was required to be familiar with the attributes and uses of all kinds of spiritual herbs.

It can be said that an alchemist must also be an excellent master of spiritual herbs.

At the same time, Jiujie also had a feeling: he could easily get a first-grade elixir.

"It feels good, so I don't blame you, but you have to make it clear to me next time."

Feeling the information in his mind, Jiu Jie suddenly felt that a thousand spirit stones are not a blessing, even if he was tricked by the ghost.

But for Gui Lao, I have firmly established a belief in my heart:
Ghosts are greedy for money, be careful!
"Wei Wuxian, get out of here, old man!" A roar resounded throughout the White Mansion, waking up Jiujie who was still digesting the information he had just received.

"Haha, the old palace master is full of energy, he is really getting stronger and stronger!" Wei Wuxian's voice also came out, covering up the sound waves just now.

"The vengeance seeker is here, I have to help." Jiu Jie instantly understood that it was the dead Zhao Gana's father who came to question the crime, a murderous look flashed in his eyes, he stood up and walked out of the house.

Although it was Wei Wuxian who was called by name, Jiujie had no intention of letting Wei Wuxian really take the blame for him.

Even if the opponent was very strong, Jiujie decided to go out and face it.

If necessary, Jiu Jie doesn't care about taking action. If someone wants to kill him, Jiu Jie will never let him go without mercy.

Isn't it just seeing blood?The poor monk has already seen it once.

"You kill me, cut off my blood, do you really think that old man can be bullied?"

In front of the gate of the White Mansion, thousands of black armored warriors surrounded the entire White Mansion under the leadership of seven silver armored warriors.

An old man wearing a golden armor and a golden crown on his head, holding a two-meter-long wide-mouthed sword, yelled at Wei Wuxian who walked out of the White House with angry eyes.

"Today, the old man is going to bloodbath your White Mansion and pay homage to my son."

Wei Wuxian walked unhurriedly, not paying any attention to the swords, guns, bows and arrows in front of him, and the three boys followed behind him.

The four of them didn't stop until they walked in front of the golden-armored old man. Wei Wuxian stared straight at the old man and said calmly.

"Your son was indeed killed by Wuxian. Your son is really useless. The old palace master just needs to give birth to another child. If he can't give birth, I will give you these three children." Wei Wuxian blinked deliberately as he spoke. blinked.

"Hehe, if the old master wants it, I can be your godson." The boy in red behind Wei Wuxian said with a smile.

"Reluctantly." The boy in blue said lightly.

"This old man is too ugly and has a bad temper, bah." The boy in black glared at the old man.

"An dare to humiliate the old man!" The old man in golden armor couldn't tell, they were teasing themselves, and the heart that was already sad and angry was even more occupied by anger at this moment.

The yellow-haired boy in front of him tried his best to hold the position of the city lord and suppressed him for eight years, and killed his only heir, and now he humiliated himself in front of all his subordinates.

The golden-armored old man had only one thought in his mind at the moment, and that was to kill him, to slaughter the Bai family, even if the Bai family was a family sealed by the Marquis of the state, he would have to be slaughtered.

A gigantic sword light slashed down from the air, and the golden robed old man leaped up angrily, holding the big knife in both hands, and slashed down fiercely. For a moment, the momentum was unparalleled, as if the light of the sword that could cut mountains and seas covered Wei Wuxian and the three of them. boy.

At the same time, as if sparks ignited hay, all the black-armored warriors, led by the silver-armored warriors, began to attack the White Mansion. Many masters also appeared in the White Mansion to fight with the warriors.

"Your son's death is also related to the poor monk. If you want to kill the poor monk, let the poor monk be included." A figure in white robe flashed out of the White Mansion, directly stopped in front of the gate of the White Mansion, and rushed all vain attempts. All the samurai who went in were blocked, and they were the Nine Precepts that they thought they had to bear with dignity.

"The old man's sword skills are really powerful, but it's a pity that he can't deal with Wei."

The most dazzling scene in the whole film is the battle between the old man in golden robe and Wei Wuxian.

The golden-robed old man's broadsword was imbued with vigorous cultivation, and the knife and knife carried a fierce meaning, but Wei Wuxian took every knife from the old man with just a fan.

The aftermath of the fight between the two sides caused the black armored warriors around them to vomit blood and throw away, only the three boys were unscathed.

"Your son is a waste, and you are an old waste. You are disrespectful and indulge your son to run amok in the city. Do you think Wei doesn't know how many innocent people have died at the hands of your idiot son? Now he deserves his death. .”

Wei WuXian accepted or blocked the sword technique of the golden robed old man like a stroll in the courtyard, and at the same time scolded him.

"Shut up, little yellow-haired boy, do you really think that this old man can't do anything to you if you have a little cultivation?" Hearing Wei Wuxian's words, the golden-robed old man became even angrier, but he actually stopped his figure and stood up in mid-air, The long knife was held flat, and the cold moonlight shone on the long knife with a cold light.

"This old man has never survived the nine-sword technique. It's a pity that my son likes to practice swordsmanship. Otherwise, how could you kill him so easily? Today, the old man will use this knife technique to slash you to pay homage to my son."

The old man in the golden robe said that afterimages of the figures in the sky began to appear, and the three afterimages chopped down from the sky with three saber lights, and began to overlap into one saber in midair, slashing towards Wei Wuxian.

"Zhan Yi" the old man's voice came from the air, the blade was powerful and murderous.

"I just want to learn something."

The light of the sword came, Wei Wuxian faced the light of the sword, his robe fluttered, and his long hair fluttered. The three boys who had been standing behind him all released wisps of black air and quickly penetrated into Wei Wuxian's body.

"what!"

Wei Wuxian's eyes turned pure black, black lines began to appear in the corners of his eyes, and demonic energy swirled around him.

"Let me see if your Nine Swords Slashing Technique can kill me!" Wei Wuxian had a terrifying face at this moment, and he jumped up and rushed towards the light of the sword.

"Demon phase!"

At this moment, Jiujie, who was blocking countless warriors by himself, suddenly turned his head to look at Wei Wuxian, who was flying up with demonic energy all over his body, and was extremely shocked.

"You are a demon, and I can kill you!" Although the golden-robed old man was slightly surprised by Wei Wuxian's change, he was soon overtaken by anger and murderous intent.

"Two cuts!"

The first cut is still there, and the second cut comes out again.

Nine golden-armored figures trembled in the sky, flying down with nine saber lights, the nine merged into one in the air, and slashed down fiercely.

"Really? Hahahaha" Wei Wuxian clasped his palms into claws and ruthlessly grabbed at the sword light. The light of the sword trembled under his claws, and shattered in his claws in an instant.

The second sword slashed, Wei Wuxian turned his claws into fists and slammed on the light of the sword, the light of the sword and the fist stalemate for two breaths, and then began to shatter.

"Three cuts!" 27 swords and lights combined into one
"Four cuts!" 81 swords and lights combined into one
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"Eight cuts" The sky is full of sword light, and they cut down from the air as one.

With claws, fists, palms or elbows, Wei Wuxian's demonic energy became stronger and stronger, and he took all the eight cuts in one fell swoop.

At this moment, Wei WuXian's hair was disheveled and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, but his aura was getting stronger and stronger, and he was getting closer and closer to the old man in golden armor.

"Nine cuts, die!"

The golden-armored old man saw that Wei Wuxian was taking all the blows from his sword with unparalleled force, and he shouted coldly, urging his whole body's cultivation to make the final blow.

There was no shadow of the knife all over the sky, it was just a seemingly ordinary knife, and the figure of the old man also came down with the knife.

"Haha, Zhao Guang, it won't be Wei who dies today." Wei Wuxian sneered and rushed to meet the knife. Even if he felt the danger, he had no intention of avoiding it.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The two clear sounds shook the hearts of everyone in the venue, and everyone stopped attacking and looked up at the sky in shock.

Jiu Jie also looked up at the battle in the sky with a shocked face.

He found that neither the golden-armored old man Zhao Guang's Nine Slashing Swordsmanship nor the strength Wei Wuxian displayed at this moment was something he could not compete with, and he had almost no chance of winning against any of them.

Which of the two will win?
This is what everyone here wants to know.

In the air, a knife on Wei Wuxian's body slashed down from his shoulders, almost splitting his body in two, mouthfuls of blood spurted out of Wei Wuxian's mouth like money.

Opposite him, the golden-armored old man stared wide-eyed. One of Wei Wuxian's hands penetrated his left chest and crushed his insides.

"Ugh..."

The old man Zhao Guang's mouth was also full of blood, even mixed with pieces of internal organs.

"Let's die together!"

After all, Zhao Guang, like Wei Wuxian, was a Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk. Even though his heart was crushed, he did not die immediately. Instead, he opened his eyes angrily and grabbed at Wei Wuxian, and his breath became chaotic.

He's going to blow himself up!

Jiujie on the ground looked at the scene in the sky and immediately understood what Zhao Guang was thinking.

A cultivator with a golden core or above can self-destroy his cultivation base, and even if he dies in ecstasy, he will drag the enemy to be buried with him.

Zhao Guang is a Nascent Soul cultivator, and his self-destruct power can even destroy half of Xunfang City. I am afraid that no one here, including the entire Baifu, will survive.

Apart from himself, Jiu Jie touched the string of red rosary beads in his arms.

"It will only be you who will die."

Wei Wuxian in the air was not flustered, his voice was weak, but extremely calm.

Almost as soon as the words fell, Zhao Guang's chaotic spiritual power and even the flesh and blood essence of his whole body began to disappear rapidly, while the almost fatal wound on Wei Wuxian's body was rapidly recovering.

In less than ten breaths, Zhao Guang in the air immediately lost weight quickly, from a normal person to a skinny and terrifying appearance, and finally turned into flying ash with a "bang", the golden armor on his body fell off from the air, The long knife used also fell down.

Wei Wuxian in the air has fully recovered, and his momentum is even stronger. He stands in the air, his long hair flowing, and the demonic energy surging, like a demon.

"You are all generals defending the city. You should have obeyed the orders of the imperial court, not a private army. Today, the principal offender, Zhao Guang, has been executed for offending the city lord. You put down your weapons and kneel down to plead guilty. Let the past be forgiven, and be punished lightly." The boy in blue stood up and said loudly to the armored warriors.

"I am willing to accept the crime."

The seven silver-armored warriors knelt down first, and then all the black-armored warriors knelt down.

"It's Wei's birthday the day after tomorrow, forgive me for not being guilty."

Wei Wuxian in the sky walked down from the void step by step.

Every time he took a step, the devilish energy on his body decreased by one point, and when he came to Jiu Jie, he returned to Wei Wuxian, who looked like a chic and calm scribe.

He turned his head to look at Jiu Jie with fear in his eyes, smiled and said in a low voice:

"Wei is about to die, can little master save me?"

(End of this chapter)