Fantasy: When I encounter strength, I become stronger. My cultivation level 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 sides were at Nascent Soul cultivation level, so the fight was inseparable.

"Donor, the poor monk advises you not to make a mistake. As long as you gather eight hundred boys and girls, you can keep this city safe in the next few years, and your position as the lord of the city can also be secure. Otherwise, the poor monk will have 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! The people are like ants, why do you care about the life and death of the ants?"

Murong City Lord scolded: "Here's nonsense! If I were afraid of you Xuankong Mountain, would I still 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 are stubborn, this poor monk will save the benefactor!" The middle-aged monk said with bulging veins on his forehead and a distorted face as he gritted his teeth.

The fist was wrapped in a golden ball of light, and it was punched out like a swimming dragon. The fist marks were 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 fought fiercely.

"City Lord, let me help you!"

A roar like thunder sounded.

There was a burly man wearing jet-black armor, holding a copper hammer in each hand and rushing towards him, with a murderous look on his face.

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

The visitor is the commander of the imperial guards of the city lord's palace. Although the other party's cultivation level is slightly inferior to his, he can play 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 out with a bright light, and he hit the right time to hit Lord Murong on the back.

Bang!

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

His face was in pain, and he struggled to stand with his sword, vomiting blood, mixed with broken internal organs.

"Mr. Yang, you..."

City Lord Murong gritted his teeth and glared angrily at this man who was usually bold and hearty, caring about love and righteousness. He felt betrayed and angry in his heart.

shuh~

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. Leshan Country has long been infiltrated by the forces of Xuankong Mountain. Even the leader of the country has to turn a blind eye. A stubborn guy like you insists on doing justice for heaven. , ruined the good deeds of the mountain owner of Xuankong Mountain, and if the mountain owner takes the blame, 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? "

heard.

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

It turns out that this was all agreed upon, and he was just a victim.

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

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

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

Just when he was about to commit suicide, a thunderous rumble 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.

Throughout the city, the noisy voices fell into silence.

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

A huge creature that looks like a giant whale, with wings like clouds hanging from the sky, flies over on the mighty air current.

A loud voice came out of his mouth, and it was extremely high-pitched and resounded through the sky.

"Then, that's the supreme demon in the Tribulation Realm!?"

The middle-aged monk and Commander Yang turned pale with shock, feeling as if they had fallen into an ice cellar and feeling cold all over their bodies.

Those who have reached the realm of transcending tribulations are respected as virtual immortals. Beings who have reached this realm are comparable to the sun and the moon, and possess magical powers that reach the heavens and the earth.

And this big monster, if it wants, can directly swallow the entire Leshan Kingdom alive!

"Could this be...Kunpeng?!" A flash of extreme shock flashed in Murong City Lord's eyes, and he recognized this creature as the king of the demon clan, an ancient mythical beast that was rumored to have disappeared in the Kunlun world.

"Kun, eat all the bald donkeys down there." 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 huge abyss-like mouth and sucked hard at what was underneath.

Many people were surprised to find that they had no influence at all, but the group of yellow-robed monks flew away uncontrollably, exclaiming with frightened faces.

"Spare your life! Senior, please spare your life!" The middle-aged monk looked horrified, and his body was sucked up to the sky. Even if he tried hard to resist, it was of no avail.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, these demonic monks, who were inferior to animals, fell into the abyss and were buried in Kunpeng's belly.

Kunpeng was suspended in the vast sky, blocking out the sun and 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 chaff.

He felt unprecedented fear!

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

Swish!

The two of them suddenly felt like the world was spinning, and when they appeared again they had been taken to Kunpeng's back.

What comes into view is a beautiful scene that looks like a holiday island.

A young man wearing a black robe embroidered with gold, with long silver-white hair scattered wantonly and sparkling at the roots, sat lazily on a chair, holding his head with one hand and a bohemian smile at the corner of his mouth.

There were several figures standing around, obviously respecting him.

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

"Senior, I am the lord of Wucheng from Leshan Kingdom. The group of monster monks just now are the minions of Xuankong Mountain. They came here specially to kidnap eight hundred boys and girls for the enjoyment of the lord of Xuankong Mountain!"

Murong City Lord suppressed the panic in his heart and said tremblingly.

"Xuankong Mountain?"

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

"Tell me the origin of this Hanging Temple!"

"Yes!"

City Lord Murong saw that the big boss was interested and said quickly: "Xuankong Mountain was established 200 years ago in the far west. On the surface, it is a Buddhist force, but in fact it is controlled by evildoers. The owner of Xuankong Mountain is rumored to be A black bear spirit, with four great vajras under his seat, all of the demon race, commanding [-] little demons."

"Moreover, the black bear spirit also aggressively recruits desperadoes who are wanted with bounties on their heads, under the banner of laying down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately. Entering its Hanging Mountain can achieve Taoism and fruition. Therefore, in recent years, it has attracted a large number of Zen practitioners from various countries with ulterior motives. Rush to Xuankong Mountain to seek shelter.”

"Later on, every few years, Xuankong Mountain would send people to various places to search for boys and girls. The 36 countries in the far west, including our country, Leshan, were all murdered to varying degrees. Especially this time, Xuankong Mountain The actions are becoming more and more frequent, and the group of demon monks who have taken refuge in Xuankong Mountain are running rampant and doing all kinds of things that are against Buddhism under the guise of working for the mountain master!"

heard.

Li Wujie was very angry, "Fuck, these scum, they actually went to work for the beasts!"

Ye Junlin's eyes flickered: "After so many years, the 36 countries have allowed Xuankong Mountain to cause chaos here? Have you never thought of uniting to resist?"

This Leshan country is also an ancient country of cultivation. Although it is not as good as the Great Zhou Dynasty, its background is probably barely enough. If 36 countries unite and twist into a rope, this power will be very impressive.

"Hey, senior, guess what, why did that black bear spirit stand on the top of the mountain and call it Hanging Mountain? The answer is already obvious!"

City Lord Murong said bitterly: "I have a background!"