Seeing the footsteps walking in front of him, the Fire King slowly raised his head.
After seeing the specific appearance of the person coming, the Fire King's pupils trembled.
He was so excited that he stuttered and said, "Master Tulu, it's you...why are you here?"
The excitement in his words was undisguised, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw at a critical moment.
The monk named Tulu clasped his hands together and said calmly, "Amitabha, I came here specifically to support you and others under the order of the King of Nanyuan, but I never thought that I would be a step too late."
Upon hearing this, King Agni hurriedly said, "Master Tulu, it's not too late. You are not late at all."
Although he felt sorry for his soldiers and people, the specific reason was because his own interests were damaged. As long as he was fine, everything would still be possible.
Having said this, King Agni suddenly thought of something. He who was kneeling on the ground immediately got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, then pointed at Li Daoyi and the others and said, "Master Tulu, they are the ones who destroyed us. Fire Tribe, you must take action to kill them and avenge our Northern Barbarian people."
Hearing this, Tulu turned his head and looked at Li Dao and the other Daqian soldiers with his old eyes.
Finally, he set his sights on Zhang Meng and other people who were raising their knives.
"All of you who hurt our Northern Barbarians are guilty of sin. I hereby implore you to commit suicide to expiate your sins!"
Tulu suddenly said this.
Then under everyone's doubtful eyes, he put his hands together and bowed slightly.
At the same time, the expressions of Zhang Meng and others suddenly changed.
Because they found that the bodies of themselves and others that had been suppressed and unable to move suddenly began to move on their own.
They began to lose control of their hands.
This strange scene made Zhang Meng and others unable to resist.
However, neither Wei Yun nor the others were able to resist this force. They could only watch the blade getting closer to the necks of himself and others.
Just when someone was about to commit suicide as the old monk said, a voice suddenly sounded.
Then a figure appeared between the two.
"Old monk, if we really talk about sins, I'm afraid all of you Northern Barbarians will die without a burial place."
As Li Dao finished speaking, he slammed the dragon-patterned halberd on the ground.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted around him.
Click!
Under this terrifying momentum, the ground beneath his feet cracked open.
This momentum was mixed with extremely strong murderous aura, evil spirit, and Li Dao's overbearing self-will.
After this momentum broke out, it also swept towards the surroundings.
Especially when this momentum fell on Zhang Meng and others, a beating heart seemed to hit everyone's hearts.
Plop!
The next second, the uncontrollable hands of Zhang Meng and others stopped instantly.
Moreover, under the guidance of Li Dao's will, a powerful breath burst out from them, spreading out to the surroundings in an instant, and quickly rushed to Tulu's face.
"Huh? Military strength?"
After savoring it carefully, he noticed the faint sense of oppression in this momentum. Tulu's cloudy eyes were slightly startled, and then revealed a hint of surprise, and slowly said, "It's not military power, but military power."
The so-called military power refers to a new ability derived after the military power reaches a certain level.
Mere military strength can only share the damage.
But once you master military power, you can rely on military power to suppress the enemy's strength while sharing the damage.
The stronger the army, the stronger the suppression.
Thinking of this, Tulu's eyes showed a hint of admiration, and then he shook his head and said, "But it's a pity. If you were at the master level, your military might would still have some effect, but it's a pity that I am not a master."
When the last word fell, Tulu's pupils froze, and an invisible aura quickly swept across Zhang Meng and others.
Upon noticing this scene, Li Dao was not polite and directly turned on his breath to the maximum.
For a moment, the momentum gathered by Li Dao, Zhang Meng and others collided with Tulu's momentum.
After the two terrifying forces collided together, they directly created a terrifying sense of oppression in the surroundings.
Plop!
Because the Fire King was too close, he was directly crushed to the ground by this force.
Noticing this scene, Tulu glanced at the Fire King, and finally his eyes fell on Li Dao.
"Amitabha."
As soon as the words fell, Tulu took the initiative to withdraw his momentum.
Li Dao glanced at Zhang Meng and others who were blushing and immediately regained their momentum.
"Back off!"
"Back off!"
The next moment, the voices of Li Dao and Tulu sounded together.
Hearing Tulu's words, the Fire King and the Fire Tribe officials who almost peeed with fright did not hesitate at all and retreated to the side.
Because of Tulu's existence, no one here in Daqian dared to take action easily.
"Boss!"
"Needless to say, stand down. This is not a battle you can intervene in."
As the old monk opposite said, although the Futu Army has understood the power of the new force, it has no effect at all in front of the old monk, and it can only become a burden if it stays.
Hearing his boss's affirmative words, Zhang Meng and others didn't hesitate much.
"Then boss, be careful."
Zhang Meng glanced at the other Daqian soldiers around him and waved, asking them to evacuate as well, leaving a place for the two of them to fight.
Soon after, everyone around them left the two of them.
Li Dao and Tulu were the only ones left within a few hundred feet.
When Tulu's eyes fell on Li Dao again, his cloudy eyes showed a rare look of seriousness, and he slowly said, "I don't know what to call this donor."
Li Dao pulled away his armor, took it off, threw it on the ground, raised his head and said, "Li Dao."
"Li Dao?"
Tulu thought for a moment and then said, "I have never heard of this name. I think the donor must be Daqian's hidden pride."
Li Dao smiled faintly, "I can't be considered a proud man of heaven. At most, I'm not a waste."
Tulu looked stunned, and then said, "The donor is too humble."
Li Dao shook his head, "This is not about being humble, but about being self-aware."
After all, if divided according to the power system of this world.
He who is unable to practice is a waste among practitioners without exception.
And the reason why he says he is not too useless now is because he is barely stronger than a normal person now.
"Self-knowledge?"
Tulu looked at Li Dao, and then said, "I still don't know, so I ask the donor to let me give it a try and then do more research."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tulu's figure disappeared from where he was.
When he reappeared, he appeared directly in front of Li Dao.
Looking at Li Dao, the old monk opened his eyes and slowly reached out with one hand.
After seeing the withered hand, Li Dao quickly ducked to one side.
Boom!
Along with the loud noise, the entire canyon seemed to be shaking.
When Li Dao looked back, he saw a palm print of dozens of feet in size appearing on the canyon wall next to him.
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