Great Sui Guoshi

Even if there are some who are still alive, the flesh and blood essence has been sucked dry, and it is difficult for anyone to go down the mountain and survive for two days. Jiang Liying did not dare to resist. He was originally just a street ruffian in the Northland, if it was not a coincidence, he was spotted by the other party Support, it is difficult to enjoy the day of today's riches and honor.

In the Jianghu, his Huntian Shenquan is also a martial art given by the other party at will. It is said that if he can enter the teaching, he can learn the real magic of the fairy family.

In the past ten years, they have tried their best to help the Praying Fire Cult, and even stationed in various places have sent gang fighters to station in the outer sect to be dispatched by the high-level teachers.

However, in the past three years, he has also heard some outside rumors, especially when there are still living subordinates who came back from the Chang'an resident, telling him that there are still masters from the Immortal Family in this world, and that one of the two masters of the Prayer Sect in Chang'an City was killed. One was taken by Duke Qinghe of the Great Sui Dynasty, and he seemed to have noticed them.

Only then did Jiang Liying get rid of this identity quickly, and join the religion to become a cultivator, so his life would be safe.

His thoughts wandered for a while, and he came back to his senses. He was about to speak again, inquiring about the matter in the cultivation, when footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and seven people under his command stood at the stone steps outside the hall, as if they had something important to report.

"You go." The guardian waved his hand.

"Wait for the guardian." Jiang Liying apologized, bowed his majestic body slightly and retreated from the seat. When he walked to the door, he straightened his waist and stood on the stone steps like a mountain. His majestic gaze swept over the seven people below.

"I don't know if there are any distinguished guests in the meeting?!"

Among the seven people, the tall man looked around, saw no one was talking, and walked forward with a smile: "The master, the younger ones were going to play in the brothel, but...the master, look at this What is it?"

Between his hands, there was a black shark scabbard, and a long sword with a red jade hilt was up. The head of the sword was exquisitely carved, and gilt lines could be vaguely seen inside. With just one glance, Jiang Liying felt that it was not ordinary.

He grabbed the sword in his hand, and when he removed the hilt, he stopped suddenly, his eyes slanted from the corners of his eyes, and he looked at the hall.

'If I offer up the sword, I can't say that I can join the religion, and it can be done safely. '

Turning his gaze, the seven people in front of him approached and lowered their voices.

"How did you get this sword?"

"Master, today we are going to the brothel, on the way..."

To make a long story short, the lanterns in the mansion were flickering, and there were occasional dog barks. Outside the street, mist spread along the ground, and there were copper bells echoing in the mist from far and near.

An old donkey shook its mane and let out a strong breath. Lu Liangsheng sat on the donkey's back and walked slowly along the long street.

......

In the mansion, Jiang Liying briefly listened to the report of his subordinates, and said: "There will be a reward tomorrow." He waved them back, strode back into the hall with the long sword in his hand, and arched his hands.

"Dharma protector, a few days ago I accidentally got a magic weapon, today the protector came over, just in time to send it off."

"Hehe, to my cultivators, the magical weapons of this world are all ordinary..."

The tall, thin and short-bearded protector stopped talking suddenly, opened his eyes suddenly, pushed the maid in his arms aside, stood up and looked at the long sword in Jiang Liying's hand, and took a step back subconsciously.

"Where did this sword come from?"

At this moment, the seven people who left the hall door were congratulating each other and talking, the tall man offering the sword suddenly felt a little itchy on his body, rubbed his chest, looked down, and suddenly let out a little surprise.

"When did I tattoo this word on it?"

The six people turned their heads to look at his chest, and laughed loudly: "I'm afraid they got drunk and ran to get the tattoo. Who would tattoo this kind of word if they have nothing to do? Just like the person who was tortured in the execution ground, he stuck a "cut" card on his neck. Same, hahaha!"

Amidst the roar of laughter, the six of them suddenly stopped their voices. They also felt the itching in their chests. They scratched twice, and quickly tore off their clothes. In the middle of their chests, it was as if a large Chinese character '切' was written in ink.

Not only the seven people in the courtyard, but also some guards in the mansion were itching unbearably, tearing off their clothes, the chest also showed the word "cut".

"What's going on?" "How did this word come from?"

"It can't be wiped off, it's not written with ink."

"Could it be the fairy method? But we haven't provoked the gods?"

During the words, there was a sense of uneasiness like a glow on the back, and it went straight from the soles of the feet to the back of the neck, subconsciously raised his head, and looked at the night sky.

In the mansion, in the hall, the tall, thin and short-bearded Dharma Guardian took two steps back, distanced himself from Jiang Liying, and shouted: "This is a Dharma sword, a Dharma weapon for cultivators. Someone has come to the door!"

"what?"

Jiang Liying's eyes widened and he let out a brief tone of voice, and the long sword in his hand suddenly flicked away.

Clang——

The sword body was unsheathed, and the engraved patterns on the simple and simple sword surface moved, and a black shadow rushed outside and hung over the courtyard.

The cold moon appeared on the face of the sword, and a majestic voice resounded.

"Bandits in the rivers and lakes, relying on the Fire Prayer Sect, do demonic things, treat them as human beings, and act on behalf of the government of the world—"

Outside the courtyard, the sound of the copper bell stopped abruptly, and Lu Liangsheng, who was riding across the donkey's back, drew the last heavy stroke, and in the air, a Chinese character "cut" took shape, shining brightly.

The moment Fayan squeezed out from between the thin lips, the same words fell together with the hazy moon hanging high in the courtyard.

"--cut!!!"

Everyone in the courtyard stared blankly at the dharma sword hanging in the sky, standing on the spot, and the dharma protector's hair stood on end. Hearing the sound of the dharma, the word "cut" fell, he drew out the spell and went straight to the roof.

The moment the tiles were broken, the high-hanging magic sword fell into the courtyard in his field of vision. The next moment, the sword energy filled his eyes, and ripples of sword energy visible to the naked eye blew out wildly. The seven swords closest to the falling sword People, flesh and blood were torn apart, scattered all over the ground, the touched eaves were split apart, and the slanted eaves pillars fell to the ground together.

Jiang Liying summoned up his majestic inner strength to resist, and when he touched the swiftly slashing sword energy, there was a soft puff, and in the next second, he was torn in half in the eyes of the maid, and flew out to the left and right, dragging colorful viscera.

After a few breaths, only a few servant girls could move in the mansion. They stood up crying in fright, and walked out of the hall tremblingly. The outside was full of human flesh and blood, shattered all over the place. The person with the word "cut" on his body had already found Not a complete one.

The long sword stuck in the courtyard disappeared at some point, and only a wisp of smoke was lifted up and swept away into the night.

The night sky was full of stars and moons, the guardian who escaped from the compound, stepped on the roof and jumped and jumped, looked at the city wall in the distance, and jumped high into the sky with force under his feet.

On the city wall, the patrolling soldiers vaguely heard the sound of the robe fluttering in the wind. When they raised their eyes, they saw a figure flying through the cold moonlight like a fairy, flying out of the city.

"Is that a person?" "I'm afraid it's an expert..."

"I was so lucky to see it. I must be able to burn a stick of incense."

The next moment, there was a whizzing sound in the night sky above the head, and within the sight of the soldiers on the city, they chased after the "immortal" in their mouths.

"That must be the immortal weapon of the immortal!"

The moment someone said something, the 'immortal' pierced through with a puff, and the scream of "Ah!" sounded like a bird being shot, and fell straight down in the moonlight.

There was a complete silence on the tower.

"This fairy seems to be... dead... right?"

Chapter 262

"Uh ah ah..."

Above the night sky, a kite-like figure with a broken string crossed the moonlight with a series of screams, and fell to the forest below. The dense branches and leaves swayed wildly up and down, and fell heavily to the ground, causing a circle of fallen leaves to sway.

For a moment, his blood-stained fingers trembled and he pressed them to the ground. The Fire Praying Cult protector grabbed a dead leaf in his hand, trembling, propped himself up, and sat down on a nearby tree trunk. His chest was pierced with blood the size of a fist. hole.

Hoo.....hoo hoo...

"Fortunately, the life-saving talisman given by Mingzun can last for two hours. If you rush back to Ziling Mountain, you will be saved."

Panting violently, he lowered his head and glanced at the bloody bloody cave, and slowly stood up while supporting the tree. If he was a cultivator without the life-saving tiger talisman, he would have died from the sword just now.

'It turned out to be a fairy sword with spiritual consciousness...it must have been cultivated at a high level...to rush to Ziling Mountain? '

'No, it might have leaked out... Hurry up and notify the other three protectors. '

The severe pain in his body was unbearable, but his thoughts were exceptionally clear. He quickly thought about a few possibilities, and he didn't need the portable magic weapon.

There was a muffled bang, before the man passed between the two trees, he flew backwards as if hitting an invisible wall.

The rustling leaves swayed softly, the mist in the forest billowed and billowed, and he vaguely saw the flickering thunder in the bottom of his eyes, a unique sound of hooves stepping on fallen leaves, coming slowly, it was completely different from the aura of the fairy sword before. different.

"what....."

An instinctive fear arose spontaneously in his heart, and the cultivator of the Prayer Cult swallowed blood foam and propped himself up from the ground. While muttering, a low-pitched dragon chant came.

Houang——

The mist swayed, and a body taller than a human walked gracefully through the mist with four limbs. The low roar of the dragon was mixed with the shaking of copper bells.

ding ding ding...

"This... this is... Lin Beast..."

The monks of the Praying Cult opened their eyes wide, and in the mist in front of their vision, a vigorous and elegant Lin beast slowly appeared, shaking off the dense lion's mane on its neck, shaking its two beards gently without wind, step by step out of the mist, the top of its head A pair of antlers stand out in particular, exuding a formidable majesty.

crackle!

The long oxtail twitched the air, the shaking dragon's head, the tiger's eyes looked coldly, bared its fangs, and then opened: "Houang——"

The dragon chanted loudly, and the aroused fallen leaves rolled upside down on the cultivator, and his weak body couldn't help but retreat, hitting a tree trunk.

"Cough cough..."

The pain in the chest was unbearable, and the monk coughed up blood, "There are beasts in this place..."

However, when he raised his gaze, he saw a figure in a blue robe and a white robe hanging from the scabbard on the side of the Lin beast.

"Who are you... Do you know that standing behind me is the Holy Flame..."

Lu Liangsheng put his hands behind his back, and in the gap between the swaying branches and leaves in mid-air, the sword light flew back, and directly inserted the empty sheath in his hand, without saying a word, closed his eyes, turned and left.

On one side, the lin beast with a stroking mane bared its long kiss, kicked its hooves, and its elegant figure instantly turned into a blue-white lightning.

The last word 'respect' of the Fire Praying Cult cultivator who arrived at the tree suddenly turned into a scream of "Ah!", and a bloody mouth full of fangs swallowed it from the bottom of his eyes!

The screaming stopped abruptly.

The cold moonlight shone through the gaps in the branches and shone into the moonlight on the ground. The shadow with its head bitten struggled a few times, and then heard the sound of bones breaking in the air, and a bloody arrow rushed out of the broken neck.

The blue and white lightning flashed again, and under the tree, the headless corpse fell to the ground with a bang, and Lin Beast pulled out a flash of lightning and chased after the owner in front.

tata tao....

The huge hoof prints pressed away the fallen leaves in the forest, and after catching up with Lu Liangsheng, who was holding a sword and holding his hand behind his back, he jumped up and down happily, spit out something in his mouth, and rolled to the master's feet.

It was the monk's head.

"Although it was beheading him, I didn't ask you to bite his head off." Lu Liangsheng took out a silk handkerchief and went over to wipe the blood from the corner of Lin Beast's mouth. With a flick of his hand, it became bigger against the wind and wrapped the head on the ground stand up.

"It's bloody and smells heavy."

Roar!

The Lin beast lowered its neck and roared at the human head on the ground, and stamped its hooves vigorously, probably because it didn't like the whole body of such a villain, and argued with Lu Liangsheng.

"I know, I know, why don't you be a unicorn, and go to be a guy named Jiong in Shanhai Tuzhi." Lu Liangsheng held the wrapped head in his hand, shrunk it down to the size of a fist, put it on the bookshelf on the ground, and Pat Lin Beast's chin.

"Change back!"

Roar!

Lin Beast took two breaths, stared viciously and put the blood-stained package on the bookshelf. In a blink of an eye, the dark scales faded and disappeared under the skin, and its slender body slowly shrank, turning into an old donkey as tall as a man's waist.

Putting the bookshelf on its back, Lu Liangsheng jumped to sit sideways, and stretched out his hand to pat the donkey's buttocks.

"Let's go, it's time to join Old Sun and the others in the past."

Hum ang huh~~~

The old donkey raised his head and neighed in the breeze, kicked his hooves, and the smoke turned into dust and swept away to the distant wilderness.

Overcast clouds moved away, covering half of the clear moon, and the weeds and rocks buried the ground as if covered with silver frost, rolling up a long smoke and going away to the back of the old donkey in the direction of Ziling Mountain. Lu Liangsheng tried to bark A master in the bookshelf compartment.

Not long after, Taoist Toad's voice sounded from the compartment under the bookshelf.

"The teacher is digesting the flesh and blood of the fish monster. It is a critical moment. Don't talk to me."

"I want to say that I will arrive at Ziling Mountain in a while... Oh, forget it, Master will just retreat."

Amid the howling wind, Lu Liangsheng pursed his lips, turned his face away, and drove the old donkey along the official road to a muddy path, and after a while, ran along the foot of a mountain in front, heading straight to the southeast.

Suddenly, a familiar mana flashed past, as if guiding the scholar.

"Old donkey, follow along."

Sure enough, following the direction of the magic power, Zuo Zhengyang leaned against the rock wall wearing a bamboo hat among several piled up giant rocks in the distance, while Sun Yingxian sat cross-legged with a flushed face. At the highest point, Yan Chixia jumped down with a wooden box on her back. Seeing the stopped old donkey and the scholar on the ground, he stretched his beard and arched his hands to meet them:

"Friend Lu!"

"I met Brother Yan."

Lu Liangsheng saluted and nodded with Zuo Zhengyang over there. At this moment, the Taoist at the side recovered his energy, jumped off the stone, walked over quickly, and asked in a low voice:

"How about Junyang City?"

Over there, Zuo Zhengyang looked over, and Lu Liangsheng nodded.

"As Qianwei expected, when I came, I had already eliminated one member of the Fire Praying Cult."