Doomsday super smelting system

Chapter 119 The old monk

"woooooooo~~~"

The night sky is cloudless and the full moon is in the sky. It is the time when the moon is bright and the stars are few and the scenery is pleasant.

In the night sky of the imperial city, the sound of the flute echoes endlessly, the sound is distant and ethereal, and it makes people feel illusions before their eyes.

On the four walls, there were countless soldiers holding strong bows, crossbows, bows and rockets ready to shoot, but one wall had already been cleared by Mu Wanqing when Mu Wanqing came, and on the remaining three walls, the soldiers were all like this at this moment. Standing on the wall in a daze like a goose, motionless, like a wooden man, you can only hear the blood gushing from the seven orifices of their eyes, ears, mouth, nose, their painful faces and their low neighing. Show how much pain they are enduring.

In the courtyard below, Murong Bo and Murong Fu, two people who should have been turned into flesh, are still intact at this moment, but they are kneeling, their eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and nose are bleeding continuously, their faces are ashen, and their anger is gradually disappearing. Not far from the two , Ding Chunqiu with gorgeous hair was lying on the ground, staring directly at the full moon in the sky with blank eyes, also bleeding from seven holes, his face was ashen, but his whole body was already stiff and lifeless.There is a dense sieve-like needle hole in the heart, and it is obvious that most of his death came from this.

Behind Murong Bo and Murong Fu, there were also four corpses lying there, the same whole bodies were like sieves, obviously, they were also killed by the needle glow of zhenqi condensed by Mu Wanqing with the technique of life and death talisman.

"This…."

Zhao Xi, who had recovered from the self-blame, looked at such a miraculous scene before him. He really didn't understand that it was nothing more than Mu Wanqing's ability to kill five people in one fell swoop with such brute force.

But why were the soldiers on the wall in a daze from the very beginning, indifferent to the attack orders issued by Murong Fu and others?

And why the black-clothed masked old man who looked so strong had already dispelled all of Mu Wanqing's attacks, but still brought the black-clothed man behind him to kneel down on the ground with blank eyes, which was even more shocking People's seven orifices bleed?

He really didn't understand.

However, Mu Wanqing who was at the side raised her eyebrows lightly, and suddenly felt puzzled.

From the very beginning, the moment Zhou Yuwu's flute sounded, the soldiers on the wall and outside the temple had been pulled into their illusions by the sound of the flute, so their orders to Murong Fu and others indifferent.

The reason why Murong Fu and the others were not dragged into the illusion at the same time was because they immediately blocked their ears with inner qi and filtered out the true qi contained in the sound of the flute. Can make things difficult for Zhou Yuwu.

But the good times didn't last long, under the formation of the sound field, no matter it was Murong Fu, Murong Bo, or even Ding Chunqiu who was hit in the chest by Mu Wanqing and was already on the verge of death, they were all dragged into the illusion.

Loud voices, deceptive, charming, killing people in ignorance, killing people's lives and souls.It's for the sound of broken souls!
The sound of the flute remained the same, and finally, after a while, the soldiers on the top of the wall fell down one by one from the courtyard wall. Every thud sounded like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts, making Zhao Xi's heart skip a beat.

He had never thought that a knight-errant would be able to do so much. At this moment, he looked at Zhou Yuwu with a trace of apprehension and gratitude.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Both Murong Fu and Murong Bo spit out a mouthful of black blood, their eyes were completely dimmed, they lost focus, and their bodies kneeling on the ground began to shake slightly, like tumblers that seemed about to fall down at any time, but their roots still existed.

However, both Mu Wanqing and Zhao Xi, who has no martial arts, can clearly see that the two of them are at the end of the road at this moment, and they are desperate.

Perhaps, they will fall down in the next second and never get up again.

"Amitabha…."

Suddenly, a Buddha's name seemed to come from outside the sky, plain, calm, and calm.

But the sound of the flute was completely suppressed! !

"puff!!"

The jade flute left his lips, and the sound skill was forcibly interrupted. Zhou Yuwu had no choice but to spit out a mouthful of old blood under the recoil of his true energy, and spewed out the aggrieved together, so as not to let the recoil of true energy surge in his body and heat up his internal injuries.

"Brother Wu!!"

A long time ago, despite Zhou Yuwu's persuasion, Mu Wanqing had to call him Wu Lang, or Zhou Lang, but no matter which Zhou Yuwu sounded awkward, he thought of a compromise and asked her to call him Brother Wu.

At this moment, seeing Zhou Yuwu vomiting blood and retreating three steps, Mu Wanqing hurriedly flew forward to support him, took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at Murong Fu and Murong Bo who had appeared at some time. The old monks placed side by side on the ground.

"Stinky donkey!! How dare you hurt my Brother Wu?!"

With a jiao zha sound, the bloody silk in his hand burst out with anger, tearing the air apart like a thin blade, making a barking sound and rushing towards the old monk in gray with wrinkled face and white beard and eyebrows. go.

"Amitabha…."

It was another plain, calm, and calm Buddha's name, and at the moment when the silk was just a hair away from the nose, his withered hand appeared at the end of the silk at some point, with the index finger and middle finger steady. Hold the silk firmly, let the silk that was just like a thin blade hang down weakly, put two fingers lightly, and the silk will go with the wind.

"The female benefactor is too hostile, so, it's not good." The old monk's tone was indifferent and slow, as if nothing could make his mood fluctuate in the slightest.

"Hmph! The old monk talks too much!" Mu Wanqing's temperament was fiery and simple, and she was somewhat similar to that Wu Xingyun. The most unbearable thing about this kind of person was the slow temper of the old monk.

With a cold snort, he untied the long whip around his waist again, flicked it, and was about to make a move, but he didn't want his wrist to be grabbed by a big gentle hand. Looking back, Zhou Yuwu cast a dark look at the emperor behind him, and Mu Wanqing Instantly comprehending the meaning, he looked back at the old monk again, snorted heavily, and then walked to Zhao Xi's side with a displeased face, obviously not going to fight the old monk again.

It's just that she didn't put away the long whip in her hand. Obviously, what Zhou Yuwu meant just now was to let her protect the emperor's safety.

It has to be said that this slight move of the two of them immediately made Zhao Xi, who had just felt a little jealous of the two of them, feel warm in his heart, and suddenly laughed at himself: Yes, Zhou Yuwu grew up with me, and if he wants to kill me, what a chance! How much?And now you can just leave regardless of yourself, but why do you need to do anything else?

Regardless of Zhao Xi's thoughts, Zhou Yuwu took three steps forward, returned to the place where he was standing just now, and put the jade flute in his arms, then looked at the old monk and said with a smile: "Boy! Although he is young, he still feels that his martial arts are the best today, but he doesn't want to have such a transcendent existence as a master, it seems that the kid is really a frog at the bottom of the well, and he sighs that the sky is too small."

"Amitabha, Master Zhou's martial arts are unsurpassed today. The old monk is already an outsider, so he should not be compared with the world." Finally, the old monk's tone changed, and he spoke more.

Zhou Yuwu smiled when he heard the words, suddenly his eyes turned cold, and he asked in a cold voice: "Since the master claims to be an outsider, why did he come here now?"

"Amitabha..." The old monk was taken aback for a moment, then a hint of helplessness appeared on his old face, but he just chanted the Buddha's name without explaining.

(End of this chapter)