Fantasy: I become stronger when I meet a strong opponent. My cultivation has no upper limit.

boom!

There was a big explosion in the air, and the surging air waves were shocking.

The middle-aged monk's fists were as fierce as the wind and rain.

Swish, swish, City Lord Murong held a long sword in his hand to attack, the shadow of the sword was dazzling, and the sword wind was extremely sharp.

Both of them have Nascent Soul cultivation, and it’s hard to separate them from each other.

"Donor, I advise you not to make a mistake. You must gather eight boys and girls together to ensure the safety of this city in the next few years. Your position as the lord of the city will be secure. Otherwise, I will be in trouble for a long time." If you fail to pay your dues, the mountain owner will definitely be furious and punish you, Leshan Country!"

The middle-aged monk said coldly: "Think about the fate of the previous city lords before you! My surname is like an ant, why do you care about the life and death of an ant?"

Murong City Lord scolded: "Here's nonsense! If I am afraid of you Xuankong Mountain, why would you come to take up the position of City Lord? You are a Buddhist, but you have fallen to this level, you are worse than a pig or a dog!"

"If you persist in your stubbornness, this poor monk will save the benefactor!" The middle-aged monk said with protruding veins on his forehead and a distorted face as he gritted his teeth.

The fist is wrapped in a ball of golden light, and it fights like a dragon. The fist seals are crisscrossed and overwhelming.

"Biyou Sword Technique!" Murong City Lord flipped his wrist, the sword shadows were layered, and the sword intention turned into a continuous stream of water, using softness to overcome hardness.

The two of them were fighting fiercely.

"City Lord, let me help you!"

A roar like thunder sounded.

A burly man wearing jet-black treasure armor rushed over with a copper hammer in each hand, his face filled with murderous intent.

"Commander Yang, you came just in time!" City Lord Murong said excitedly.

The one who came was the commander of the Imperial Guards of the City Lord's Mansion. Although he was slightly inferior to him in terms of cultivation, he played a vital role at this juncture.

After Commander Yang joined, the battle situation immediately reversed, and the middle-aged monk was suppressed to death.

"Monk, you're going to be captured if you don't hesitate!" Murong City Lord shouted.

"Donor Yang, how long do you want to hide?" the middle-aged monk said with a calm expression and a meaningful tone.

Commander Yang's eyes burst into light, and he hit the right time to hit Lord Murong on the back.

Bang!

City Lord Murong flew upside down and knocked down several houses, falling heavily into the ruins with dust rising all around.

His face was painful, and he stood with difficulty holding his sword, spitting out blood, mixed with broken internal organs.

"Your surname is Yang, you..."

Murong City Lord gritted his teeth and glared at this man who was usually bold and cheerful, and valued love and righteousness. He felt a sense of anger at being betrayed in his heart.

Huh~

Two figures fell in front of him.

"Amitabha, Donor Murong looks surprised." The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and said mockingly.

"Murong Hai, you are seeking your own death because you have to go against the eminent monk of Xuankong Mountain!" Commander Yang took off his disguise and sneered.

"You secretly colluded with Xuankong Mountain to kill the lord of a city. If the court investigates you, you will not be able to escape your involvement!" Murong City Lord said angrily.

"Hahaha, you are so naive. The country of Leshan has been infiltrated by the Xuankongshan forces for a long time. Even the leader of the country has to turn a blind eye. A stubborn guy like you has to do it for the sake of heaven. Xingdao, if the Mountain Master of Hanging Mountain is blamed for ruining his good deeds, how much disaster will it cause to Leshan Country?"

Commander Yang sneered and said: "To tell you the truth, the previous city lords were killed by me and Xuankongshan because of their stubbornness, but until now, no one from the court has found out about me. Guess why? "

Hear the words.

City Lord Murong was extremely frightened when he thought about it carefully.

It turned out that this was all agreed upon, and he was nothing more than a victim.

"Almsgiver Murong, the poor monk has warned you a long time ago, but you insist on going against Xuankong Mountain, and even speak harshly to the poor monk, and even slander the owner of the mountain. Based on this, you are not unjust!"

"Murong Hai, commit suicide. This is the only decent way for you to die! I hope the next city lord will have a longer memory!"

At this time, Murong City Lord was heartbroken and raised the sword with his trembling right hand, laying it across his neck. Blood dripped along the blade.

Just when he was about to commit suicide, a thunderous roar suddenly came from the sky.

In an instant, a majestic and terrifying pressure swept over, and everyone felt a kind of inner fear, as if even their souls were trembling.

The entire city was filled with noisy sounds and fell into silence.

The group of extremely vicious demon monks were frightened, and they knelt down and trembled.

A huge thing like a giant whale, with wings like clouds hanging from the sky, it flew over with the mighty air current.

The loud voice came from the mouth, and the high pitch resounded through the sky.

"Then, what about the supreme demon in the Tribulation Realm!?"

The middle-aged monk and Commander Yang were shocked, and their bodies were as cold as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Those who have transcended the tribulation realm are revered as virtual immortals. The existence that reaches this realm is comparable to that of the moon, and possesses magical powers that reach the sky and the earth.

And this big monster, if it is willing, can directly swallow the entire Leshan Kingdom!

"Could this be...Kunpeng?!" A flash of extreme shock flashed in Murong City Lord's eyes, recognizing that this kind of creature, the king of the demon clan, was rumored to have long since disappeared from the Kunlun realm.

"A Kun, eat all the bald donkeys underneath." A young man's voice came from Kunpeng.

boom!

Everyone was struck by lightning.

This great demon in the Tribulation Realm is actually the mount of a certain senior?

A virtual immortal level mount? What a joke!

Kunpeng opened his mouth as big as an abyss and sucked hard at the bottom.

Many people were surprised to find that they had no effect at all, but the group of yellow-robed monks were unable to control themselves and flew away one after another, with terrified faces and screams.

"Spare me! Senior, spare me!" The middle-aged monk was horrified, and his body was sucked into the sky. Even if he struggled hard, it was useless.

In the shocked eyes of the crowd, this group of beasts and demon monks fell into the abyss and were buried in Kunpeng's belly.

Kunpeng was suspended in the vast sky, blocking the sun, making most of the city dark.

Commander Yang was stunned, the blood in his body seemed to be frozen, and his whole body was shaking like sieves.

He felt unprecedented fear!

Lord Murong was shocked and swallowed his saliva. This was a scene he would never forget in his life.

Swish!

The two suddenly felt dizzy and found themselves on Kunpeng's back.

What came into view was a beautiful scene like a holiday island.

A young man in a black robe embroidered with gold, with long silver-white hair scattered wantonly, each strand of hair sparkling and bright, sat lazily on a chair, supporting his head with one hand, with a bohemian smile on his lips.

There were several figures standing around, and it was obvious that they were respecting him.

"Tell me, what happened here? Why did those bald donkeys burn, kill and rob?"

"Excuse me, senior, I am the lord of Wucheng in Leshan Country. I just met those evil monks from Xuankong Mountain. They came here to forcibly abduct eight boys and girls for the enjoyment of the master of Xuankong Mountain!"

The lord of Murong City suppressed his panic and said in a trembling voice.

"Xuankong Mountain?"

Ye Junlin raised his eyebrows. Does this name have anything to do with the Xuankong Temple?

"Tell me the origin of this Hanging Temple in detail!"

"Yes!"

Seeing that the big man was interested, City Lord Murong said hurriedly: "The Hanging Mountain was established in the far west two years ago. On the surface, it is a Buddhist force, but in fact, it is controlled by evil spirits. It is said that the owner of the Hanging Mountain is a black bear demon, who has four great Vajras under his seat. They are all demons and command 48,000 small demons."

"Moreover, the black bear demon is also recruiting wanted fugitives with bounties on their heads, and under the banner of laying down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddhist, he has entered the Hanging Mountain. The mountain can achieve enlightenment, so in recent years it has attracted a large number of people from various countries who have ulterior motives to practice Zen and rush to Xuankong Mountain to seek refuge. "

"Later, every few years, Xuankong Mountain would send people to various places to collect boys and girls. The three kingdoms and six kingdoms in the far west, including our Leshan Kingdom, have all been killed to varying degrees. In particular, Xuankong Mountain's actions have become more frequent recently. The group of evil monks who have taken refuge in Xuankong Mountain are rampant everywhere under the banner of acting for the mountain master, doing all kinds of things that violate Buddhism!"

Hearing this.

Li Wujie was very angry, "Fuck, this group of scum actually worked for the beasts!"

Ye Junlin's eyes flickered: "After so many years, the three countries just let Xuankong Mountain cause chaos here? Haven't you ever thought of uniting to resist?"

This Leshan country, an ancient country of cultivation, although not as good as the level of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but the foundation is probably barely enough. If the three countries unite to pull together, this force will be very considerable.

"Hey, senior, guess why the black bear demon set up his own mountain and called it Xuankong Mountain? The answer is obvious!"

The Lord of Murong said bitterly: "He has a background!"