The man in white clothes and sword robe has a face like a crown of jade.
He looked to be in his fifties, but those eyes were extremely weathered, reflecting the endless cycle of time.
He is Feng Chuyi, the ancestor of the sword cultivator of the Taichu Sword Sect, and a super first-class expert in the world.
The remaining nine people are Sword Master Li Qingbai, Supervisor Xu Feng, Baiyun Taoist Temple Junior Master Meng Yuanjun, Abbot Xingyun of Great Buddha Temple, Nantian Demon Lord, Lord Tianlei, Beiming Patriarch, Wangui Sect Master, Tianwai Shi Xiao Feng, the leader of the Eight Demons.
What made Li Qingbai angry was that Feng Chu invited a worldly class to the Taichu Sword Gate and secretly used the Fish-Dragon Sword Formation on the Taichu Sword Mountain to trap them. This was shameless.
The most incomprehensible thing is Xiao Feng, the demon master of Nantian, the master of Wangui Sect, and the leader of the eighteen demons outside the world.
The Great Zhou Dynasty is fighting within the dynasty. It doesn't matter what they do. It's enough to invite them and trap them in this Fish-Dragon Canyon.
"Brother Li, you and I haven't seen each other for many years, but when we meet, we start fighting each other. How hurtful is this. Why don't you sit down and drink tea with Feng, admire the fish and dragon pond, and watch the changes in the world? ?”
Feng Chuyi smiled slightly.
Li Qingbai raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but stare at the clear pond measuring one foot square not far away. He saw red koi, white koi, black koi, yellow koi and other fish swimming in the pond.
This pond is the famous Fish and Dragon Pond of Taichu Jianmen.
The so-called Fish-Dragon Sword Formation also uses this one-foot-square pond as the center of the formation.
On the first day of Fengchu, besides traveling around the world, he often sat in front of the Fish Dragon Pond.
Although the Fish Dragon Pond is one foot square, the power of the sword array is extraordinary, and everyone present has seen it before.
Li Qingbai sneered, sat on the ground on the bluestone, and sneered: "What do you mean, everyone just sits here and watches, and no one will interfere, right?"
Hearing this, everyone looked at Li Qingbai and then at Feng Chuyi.
Meng Yuanjun, the junior master uncle of Baiyun Taoist Temple, looks like he is in his forties, wearing a Baiyun sword robe, leaning against the trunk of an ancient pine tree, his eyes flashing with sword light.
"Is the title of the state religion that important to you Taichu Jianmen?"
"Why do you have to mess with people who are obviously buried up to their heads in loess?"
Seeing Feng Chuyi staring at the Yulong Pond with a smile and saying nothing, Meng Yuanjun raised his lips coldly: "Don't get involved with Taichu Jianmen. Isn't it just the title of the state religion? I, Baiyun Taoist Temple, will give it to you Taichu Jianmen."
Everyone was staring at Feng Chuyi, maybe because they felt that Feng Chuyi was old and confused, or maybe because he had been silent for too long, and everyone had forgotten that there was still Feng Chuyi in this world.
So Feng Chuyi plans to let the people of the world get to know his Taichu Jianmen again?
Fengchu smiled and said: "Brother Yuanjun, being restless is a big taboo for us cultivators. Why don't you sit down and enjoy this fish and dragon pond together, maybe we can get another glimpse of the world!"
Meng Yuanjun frowned, this old guy didn't even mention a word about the war, but he pretended to be all about the war.
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a light blue robe appeared, with a face as beautiful as a crown jewel and eyebrows as picturesque as a painting.
This person is the leader of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect. He doesn't look scary at all, but looks very gentle in appearance.
He stared at Feng Chuyi with a frown:
"Yi Sword Immortal, I am not in the mood to accompany you here to see the Fish and Dragon Pond. Even if the Great Zhou Dynasty changes hands, I, the Wangui Sect, will not get involved. I will only watch your excitement."
As soon as the voice fell, the figure of the Wangui Sect Master was about to leave.
hold head high!
In an instant, an extremely huge sword array appeared above the head, and dragon roars shook the sky.
A flash of sword light, extremely powerful, suppressed the Wangui Sect Master who was rising into the sky in the valley.
"you!"
The master of Wangui Sect stood in the air and stared at Feng Chuyi: "Believe it or not, everyone here joined forces to push down your Taichu Sword Sect?"
"That's good, I have the same intention."
The person who responded was wearing a black and red robe, his hair was curled and disheveled, his appearance was very young, but he also gave people a very monster feeling, the kind of monster that looked like a beautiful painting, this person is the Southern Xinjiang Monster Clan The demon lord.
"My demon army has been waiting to attack the Great Zhou for a long time, so I withdrew the Fish-Dragon Sword Formation. I guarantee that the demon army will not be allowed to attack the Great Zhou within ten years, otherwise...!"
Demon Lord Nantian did not continue, but there was a playful coldness in his eyes.
"Amitabha!"
Master Xingyun clasped his hands together, glanced at the Nantian Demon Lord and said: "The donor is already a first-class person in the world. If you go higher, you will break away from the mortal world and achieve the true state of cultivation."
"If you increase the karma of killing, I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve positive results, and you may even become farther and farther away from the donor, and eventually become a demon."
"Bald donkey, shut up."
Demon Lord Nantian glanced at Master Xingyun, "Different paths, different ways of walking. You, a stinky monk, just recite your own sutras and teach me?"
"I am a demon. I am born to eat the weak and the strong. I practice the way of killing?"
"Are you advising me not to kill? Does it only increase the karma of killing? Doesn't that make me go against the grain!"
Hearing this, everyone glanced at Demon Lord Nantian. This old demon has become much smarter.
"Amitabha!"
Master Xingyun shook his head helplessly. He knew that Nantian Demon Lord was a fallacy, but he was too lazy to refute it.
At this time, Feng Chuyi smiled and said, "Everyone, please stop fighting."
"I invite you to come, either to fight or just to enjoy the Fish Dragon Pond!"
"Let's take a look together, take a look at the mountains, rivers, land, and the world of mortals..."
As Feng Chu touched his palm, the water surface of the Yulong Pond changed, like a mirror, and he could see the territory of the Great Zhou, tens of thousands of miles away.
Feng Chuyi randomly took a close-up picture of Langlang Mountain, which was not too far away from Taichu Jianmen.
Watching a black tiger rushing up a mountain ridge at lightning speed, a young man wearing armor was full of high spirits.
After getting up, they followed three thousand black tiger cavalry and rushed towards them.
"The Black Tiger Cavalry of Great Zhou?" Demon Lord Nantian frowned slightly and said, "Didn't Pei Tong, the Black Tiger Cavalry General, be killed?"
No one responded to him. They all stared at the three thousand black tiger riders curiously. What were they doing in Langdang Mountain?
Do you want to attack Yongzhou?
Feng Chuyi sat on the white stone, motionless, but there was curiosity in his old eyes. Black tigers were said to be riding in Yunzhou. Why did three thousand black tigers suddenly come to Yongzhou?
However, soon, Feng Chuyi and others were stunned.
Because the armored young man, one man and one tiger, rushed towards Langcheng, breaking through the city in an instant, charging all the way, even the thousands of black dragon cavalry could not stop them.
After a cup of tea, Langcheng surrendered.
"Haha...interesting!"
Li Qingbai became interested for a moment, held his chin, stared at the water of Yulong Pond, and said with a smile: "This kid has a future."
Supervisor Xu Feng nodded: "The God of Death comes and kills people in the world, but his life is not very good. However, in his limited life, he can create infinite miracles."
Hearing this, everyone looked at Xu Feng, even Feng Chuyi stared deeply at Xu Feng.
Although Xu Feng's cultivation level has not reached the first level, he is the best deduce person in the world and can spy on some secrets.
"Hahaha...I never believe in bad luck."
Li Qingbai lay on the bluestone, holding his head with one hand, holding a wine bottle with the other and pouring wine into his mouth: "When I was seven years old, a fortune teller said that I would not live to be eighteen."
"Later, I lived to be a hundred years old, and the fortune-telling grandson died!"
"Do you think it's funny?"
"Destiny? That's bullshit destiny. You hold your life in your own hands. Whoever dares to take it will be killed? Even God won't do it!"
Everyone looked at Li Qingbai deeply. Li Qingbai's momentum is still as strong as ever. I am invincible in the sky and on earth. You look casual.
Xu Feng smiled faintly: "Sword Master said yes, although fate is determined, it will also change due to luck. It seems like this at this moment, but maybe it will be different next time."
"Yeah, I'm just saying, where does destiny come from? If you want to live a long time, you have to fight with others and with heaven." Li Qingbai drank wine and glanced at Feng Chuyi.
Feng Chuyi sat quietly, staring at Pei Tianbei's figure, silently.
…
Pingcheng.
Military camp.
In one of the largest campsites, Mu Yan was seriously injured and was still in a coma.
Zhu Qingyun's blow caused great damage to his heart. Although he took a lot of pills, he couldn't stop the injury.
Xue Jingnian, Mao Junchen, Chen Kai, Chen Hu, Gu Wushuang and others were all in the tent, waiting for Mu Yan to wake up.
For almost a day, there was no movement from Mu Yan.
"General!"
At this time, some soldiers rushed into the camp and said to Mao Junchen: "A group of people are coming from outside, claiming to be from Baiyun Taoist Temple. The leader is the master of Baiyun Taoist Temple. They say they are here to help in the battle."
"Master Baiyun Temple??"
Everyone was stunned and heard Xue Jingnian say: "Senior master is here, why don't you invite me quickly."
With that said, he personally led everyone out of the camp and went to invite Master Baiyun and others.
"I've met the senior Guanzhu."
Xue Jingnian stepped forward and saluted the leader of Baiyun Temple, who was wearing a white sword robe: "The marshal was seriously injured and unconscious. He cannot come out of the tent to greet him. I, the junior and others, came here to greet him."
Temple Master Baiyun smiled and nodded, "Go and see Marshal Mu."
Xue Jingnian nodded, "Master, please."
Immediately, he took Master Baiyun and others to the big tent. Master Baiyun personally fed Mu Yan the healing elixir, and then sat cross-legged to heal his injuries.
After about half an hour, Mu Yan slowly opened his eyes, but his breath was still weak.
"If the heart and lungs are injured, the true energy cannot be circulated. Even after taking the healing elixir of this temple master, it will take three days to be able to circulate the true energy for self-healing. Marshal Mu must not activate the true energy during these three days." Master Baiyun stood up and warned. .
Only then did Mu Yan realize that the one who was healing him was Temple Master Baiyun, and he was excited: "Master Baiyun, what are you...!?"
"Come and help in the battle!"
"Very good!"
Upon hearing that the Master of Baiyun Temple was coming to help in the battle, Mu Yan was so excited that he felt that his injuries were getting better instantly.
The leader of Baiyun Temple glanced at Mu Yan and did not attack him immediately. He just said: "The situation is not optimistic. Marshal Mu should recover from his injuries first."
Mu Yan nodded, he also knew that the situation was not very good.
After all, second-level experts are involved, and first-level experts may also participate. This situation is no longer a fight between humans, but a fight between gods.
When gods fight, there is nothing left for mortals to do.
One day passed in a blink of an eye.
Mu Yan was seriously injured and was able to get out of bed and walk around. He put on his golden armor and began to ask about the casualties in the battle in Yunzhou City.
After listening to their respective reports, Mu Yan's face became a little solemn.
The original strength of the Black Tiger Cavalry was 79,000, but now 9,000 were lost. Half of the remaining 70,000 Black Tiger Cavalry were injured.
The Flying Dragon Cavalry has sixty-five thousand left, half of which are wounded.
The iron pagoda cost 49,000 people, with a thousand casualties and only a few wounded.
The Golden Sword Guards had 25,000 men, 5,000 men and horses were lost, and 10,000 were wounded.
Of the 60,000 demon-suppressing cavalry, 8,000 were lost and 12,000 were wounded.
As for the cavalry led by Yu Chenglai, there were less than 3,000 left and 20,000 infantry.
Mu Yan shook his head and said: "Infantry can no longer play a big role on the battlefield. Bring 20,000 infantry to Zhuxian City and convert them all into cavalry. They will train on horseback and archery day and night to be ready at any time."
"It's general." Yu Chenglai nodded.
Mu Yan glanced at him and said, "Where is General Hua Xiong?"
Hearing this, everyone was silent.
Gu Wushuang, on the other hand, said: "Come back to Marshal, he died in battle."
After hearing this, Mu Yan just nodded calmly.
On the battlefield, dying in battle is a normal and honorable thing.
He stared at the setting sun outside the tent, thinking about Pei Tianbei, wondering if the young man had done it?
"Report!"
A soldier rushed into the camp, bowed and said: "Marshal, there is a man outside who calls himself Lin Jian, and he said he is here to help in the battle."
"Please!"
Mu Yan waved his big hand and suddenly said: "Wait a minute, what is the cultivation level of this person?"
"Coming back to Marshal, I don't know... Oh, he said he was from the Ziyang Sect." The soldier remembered it and said.
"Purple Yang Sect?"
Mu Yan stood up quickly and said, "I will go and invite him personally."
He immediately led everyone out of the big tent quickly, and Gu Wushuang, who was following behind them, had a hint of hope and a look of concentration in his eyes.
A moment later, in front of the camp, everyone saw a young man in green with a light purple sword on his back. The young man's face was covered with stubble, giving people a very lazy feeling.
"My dear, Mu Yan, I am a high disciple of the Ziyang Sect, right?"
"Zi Yang Zong Lin Jian promised Marshal Gu to come and help."
Lin Jian glanced at Mu Yan and then glanced at everyone.
Hearing this, Mu Yan's eyes lit up and he asked, "How is Gu Shuai doing now?"
Lin Jiandao: "He is very good, but he feels ashamed of the empress and has no shame in returning to Beijing and Zhou. He wants to escape from the world for the time being."
Mu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the person was fine.
Gu Wushuang bit her lip and said, "Where are they?"
Lin Jian looked at Gu Wushuang and said, "Who are you?"
Gu Wushuang said: "I am Gu Wushuang."
"Oh, you are Gu Wushuang!"
Lin Jian glanced at Gu Wushuang meaningfully and said, "Your father said that there is no need to look for him. He will let you follow the commander to win this battle, and then quit the Demon Suppression Division..."
After saying that, Lin Jian did not continue and said: "Let's talk about winning this battle."
Gu Wushuang could roughly guess what Lin Jian wanted to say. It must be that her father wanted her to quit the Demon Suppression Division, resume her daughter's appearance, and find a good man to marry.
She nodded: "Mr. Lin, thank you for saving my father."
"Harm, it's okay."
Lin Jian waved his hand and followed Mu Yan into the camp.
"I'm ashamed. I had good intentions to save Gu Shuai's life, but I didn't expect that King Yongshan would take advantage of it, publicize it wantonly, create public opinion, and even let Zhu Qingyun hurt you."
"unacceptable!"
Lin Jian was also very angry when he said this, and said: "Marshal Mu, don't worry, our Ziyang Sect will stand on the side of the imperial army and fight to the death with the rebels."
"Especially Zhu Qingyun, leave it to me and I will deal with him."
Mu Yan was overjoyed when he heard this. With Lin Jian and Master Baiyun joining him, the imperial army now had two second-grade experts.
Just as he was looking happy, he suddenly noticed two people standing beside the tent not far away.
One person has white hair and white clothes, looks very young, and holds a scroll in his hand.
One person has a full head of hair and looks like an old man in his sixties, with a large writing brush hanging on his waist.
"The two seniors are...!?"
Mu Yan could tell at a glance that the two of them were experts, but he didn't recognize them.
"Zhuge Xiangru."
"Wang Xizhi."
The Soldier Saint and the Scholar smiled slightly and announced their names.
When Mu Yan heard this, his expression became serious, and he walked quickly to the two of them and bowed deeply: "Greetings to the two senior Confucian saints."
Lin Jian and others also walked over quickly and saluted the two senior Confucian saints with respectful expressions.
"With the help of Senior Soldier Saint, this battle will be won!" Mu Yan was extremely excited.
Zhuge Xiangru, on the other hand, shook his head secretly and followed Mu Yan into the tent.
Everyone followed closely and filed in.
When he saw the master of Baiyun Temple, he naturally said hello.
"Marshal Mu, you can't put all your hopes on me, Zhuge."
Zhuge Xiangru looked at Mu Yan and said, "If there were no second-grade experts involved, I, Zhuge Lai, would definitely win this war."
"But now you have to understand that King Yongshan is also inviting second-grade experts to join the battle."
"As of now, what I know are Zhu Qingyun, Ji Fengyang, Feng Chen, the deputy sect master of Ba Zong, the deputy master of Shengwu Hall, and the Demon Emperor Baize of the Southern Xinjiang Demon Clan."
"He has invited six second-grade experts to help him fight."
"I wonder how many second-grade experts there are in the imperial court?"
Hearing this, there was deathly silence in the camp.
Mu Yan stared at Zhuge Xiangru for a long time without saying anything.
The Baiyun Temple Master's eyes flashed slightly. When she saw Mu Yan before, she said that the situation was not optimistic, and that was about it.
There are not many second-grade strong people in the world, and there are only fifty people including good and evil demons.
Excluding the idle clouds and wild cranes, there are at most thirty people who live in seclusion and do not care about worldly affairs.
Not all more than thirty people will participate in this kind of war, some people just watch the fun.
Being able to invite six or seven second-grade experts to help in the battle is already a great skill.
Looking at the court, there are four people: Master Baiyun Temple, Lin Jian, Calligraphy Saint, and Soldier Saint.
At most, the chess master and the painting master will side with the court.
However, a Confucian sage would be at a disadvantage against a second-level martial arts or immortal warrior.
Therefore, the chess master and the painting master may not show up to help.
Zhuge Xiangru sighed softly and said: "I am not creating pressure for you. In fact, it is just like this. I want you to know in advance and have an idea."
"Don't think that this battle will be won just because of my appearance. It also depends on how many second-grade experts the other side sends out."
Xue Jinnian frowned and said: "Senior Soldier Saint, according to your opinion, the outcome of this battle depends on the number of second-grade experts on both sides?"
Zhuge Xiangru glanced at Xue Jinnian and said: "It wasn't the case before, but it is now. There are many second-grade strong men, and they will win no matter how hard they fight."
"You must know that a second-grade strong man can withstand two hundred thousand iron cavalry."
"The four of us blocked the opponent's four second-grades, but they still have two more, which is equivalent to 400,000 cavalry. Plus our own 600,000 to 700,000 cavalry. Isn't it very easy to swallow the more than 200,000 cavalry in the camp?"
In an instant, the faces of Xue Jingnian, Mao Junchen, Chen Kai, Gu Wushuang, Zuo Hongchen and others in the camp were gloomy.
"Commander Mu, please allow me to leave for three days." Zuo Hongchen stood up and said.
The Zuo family is a big clan of immortal cultivators in Qingzhou, and there is also a second-grade strongman in the family. If they can be invited to help in the battle, there will be more hope.
At this moment, Chen Hu suddenly said: "We also have a sixth-grade expert."
Everyone's eyes fell on him. Chen Hu glanced at Zuo Hongchen and others: "Have you forgotten, Mr. Lu? He is also a second-grade expert."
"Lu Ning?"
Gu Wushuang's eyes widened: "Yes, why did you forget about him?"
Mao Junchen and other people who didn't know Lu Ning couldn't help but frown: "Lu Ning, is the personal guard beside the empress? Is he a second-grade strong man?"
Xue Jinnian on the side also looked shocked. Is Lu Ning a second-grade person?
At this time, I heard the leader of Baiyun Temple say: "He can't come, and someone has to guard the imperial city."
Gu Wushuang frowned and said: "Master Guanzhao, aren't there people guarding the Imperial City? Senior Sword Master and Senior Jian Zheng."
The leader of Baiyun Temple looked at Gu Wushuang and said, "If the two of them were here, how could there be a second-grade strong man on the battlefield?"
"Alas, it involves an open and covert fight between the five great immortal sects. You just need to know that none of the first-level experts in the world can control this matter."
"Second-grade powerhouses are currently the most powerful beings. Whoever has more second-grade powerhouses will be the final winner."
Hearing this, everyone fell silent.
The leader of Baiyun Temple said: "Beijing and Zhou are important areas. At present, you have only seen that the enemy of the imperial army is King Yongshan, but don't forget that there is also King Anshan in Anzhou."
"Xuannv Palace did not agree to my invitation. It should be supporting King Anshan. However, King Yongshan is currently powerful. He asked the mistress of Palace Xuannv to go to King Yongshan's camp, which shows that he intends to join forces with King Yongshan."
"Now, do you still think this war is easy to fight?"
"Don't you need someone to guard Jingzhou?"
The leader of Baiyun Temple glanced at everyone and said: "The most dangerous person now is not us, but Jingzhou."
"King Yongshan sent a hundred thousand cavalry to besiege Jingzhou. How long can Jingzhou hold on?"
"Lu Ning can't come because he wants to control the city defense formation."
There was silence in the camp.
…
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
May 30th.
King Yongshan still appointed Tu Chenglong as the marshal. Zhu Qingyun and others assisted and attacked Pingcheng. Pingcheng was lost in only half a day.
Although Mu Yan's injury is recovering well, his cultivation has not yet fully recovered.
With 200,000 cavalry, Baiyun Temple Master and others retreated to Taichang City.
Taichang City is larger than Pingcheng. There are only 10,000 defenders in the city, which is of no use at all.
The military sage Zhuge Xiangru used half of his own Confucianism to create a fog defense outside Taichang City, allowing the army to temporarily rest for three days.
Because Taichang City was lost, they had no choice but to retreat to Zhuxian City.
If Zhuxian City is lost, it will not be able to stop King Yongshan’s army.
Experience: 60 million points.
Lu Ning sat in the Hall of Justice and glanced at the catalog of heavenly punishment.
Not enough to upgrade Jin Leifu, he took a deep breath, got up and headed to Tianji Tower.
The only good news coming from the Tianji Tower was that Pei Tianbei quietly pushed Yongzhou.
In two days, most of the city in Yongzhou fell. Pei Tianbei killed more than 30 enemy generals by himself, and countless other rebels.
Until the evening, Lu Ning received news from Tianji Tower that Pei Tianbei captured the last city in Yongzhou and killed fifty-six enemy generals.
"ox!"
Lu Ning nodded secretly.
The sunset is like blood.
In the southeast of Yongzhou, there were three thousand black tiger riders, not one of them was missing. Everyone looked at the young man covered in blood as if they were worshiping gods.
"Everyone listens to the order, rest for half an hour, and replenish food."
"Then follow this general and fight to Yezhou to raid the Silver Armored Army."
"It's the general!"
Three thousand people agreed in unison.
Pei Tianbei turned around and grinned, took out a braised chicken and a wine flask, and ate and drank at the same time.
Half an hour later, we were full of wine and food.
"Set off!"
Pei Tianbei didn't have any nonsense. He only had one belief in his heart: to defeat the rebels, avenge his father, and protect the world for the empress sister.
Three thousand black tigers galloped away and disappeared in Yongzhou in the blink of an eye.
That night.
Lu Ning, who was having dinner at home, hurried back to the Demon Suppression Division before finishing the meal.
He walked into the secret room and inserted the eye of the Ten Directions Killing Formation into the round hole of the formation. A beam of light lit up from the formation platform, rushed out of the formation secret room, and instantly illuminated the night sky above the imperial city.
In just a moment, the city defense formation was activated.
After finishing, Lu Ning flew towards the palace in a flash.
In a short time, he arrived at Yongle Palace.
"who?"
Outside Yongle Palace, Fang Xuewu was startled. After seeing clearly that it was Lu Ning, he hurriedly saluted: "I have met Mr. Lu."
Lu Ning nodded and walked towards the main hall. The empress, accompanied by Bai Wei, was still reading a book. Seeing Lu Ning coming at this time, her expression was stagnant and she said, "You're calling?"
"Your Majesty, King Anshan has arrived hundreds of miles away from Beijing with one hundred thousand cavalry. The siege is only half a stick of incense." There was no trace of panic on Lu Ning's face, and he was even completely excited.
It was finally his turn to show off his prowess.
But the empress on the dragon throne was very panicked.
"Go to Confucius Courtyard quickly, capture Zhou Yi, and use him to force King Anshan to retreat." The empress hurriedly said to Lu Ning.
Lu Ning nodded: "Your Majesty, don't be afraid. As long as I'm here, King Anshan will never even think about entering Beijing."
The empress was speechless: "I know you are powerful, but at this time, can you stop talking nonsense and go quickly?"
Lu Ning nodded helplessly, turned and left the palace.
Then he quickly left the city and came to Zhengtian Peak Confucius Courtyard.
"Boy Lu."
Seeing Lu Ning's arrival, Su Zhengzheng stopped Lu Ning directly and invited Lu Ning to drink tea upstairs.
"I know what you want to do, is it right to arrest Zhou Yi?"
"Yes, I came here just for him."
"That's not okay. He is a student of Confucius Institute. Even if his father rebels, you can't use him as a shield." Su Zhengzheng shook his head and said.
Hearing this, Lu Ning raised his eyebrows: "pedantic."
Su Zhengjing shook his head and said: "Whatever you say, this is the principle of the academy. If he graduates from the academy and leaves, then you can deal with him however you want, but not now."
Lu Ning chuckled and said confidently: "It doesn't matter, it's the same with or without Zhou Yi..."
Just as he was speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and he disappeared on the top floor of the library in an instant, and flew away at lightning speed.
Su Zhengzheng was stunned for a moment, standing by the window, staring at the imperial city above the night sky.
Suddenly his eyebrows raised: "Is there turmoil in Tianlao?"
…
"Mo Jiu, you are really looking for death!"
In the sky prison, Chen Tianqi's vicissitudes of voice came out.
He never expected that Mo Jiu would release all the felons on the third floor of the prison, and not only that, but also kill all the jailers on the third floor.
Even half of the felons in the cells on the second floor were released. If it weren't for the huge movement, he wouldn't have noticed the problem.
On the first floor of the sky prison, Mo Jiu rescued Zhou Xiao and killed the two prison chiefs Zhao Bing and Wang Dao who came to stop him with one blow.
Zhou Hao came with his people, but was also slapped away by Mo Jiuyi's palm. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
"Your Majesty, let's go!"
Mo Jiu grabbed Zhou Xiao and rushed out of the prison. However, as soon as they broke out, Chen Tianqi rushed out of the prison and hit Mo Jiu with a palm.
Mo Jiu turned around and struck a blow with Chen Tianqi.
"You, half-step second grade?" Chen Tianqi was slightly stunned.
"Hahaha...Chen Tianqi, if you don't guard Tianlao, what's the use of arresting me?" Mo Jiu laughed loudly, grabbed Zhou Xiao and rushed out of the city.
King Anshan's troops arrived quickly and took the opportunity to create chaos, making it impossible for the generals defending the city to stop them.
"Mr. Chen, you suppress the felons, leave Mo Jiu to me!"
Just when Chen Tianqi was at a loss as to whether he should suppress the serious criminals or arrest Mo Jiu, a voice transmission came into his ears.
"Xiao Lu?"
Chen Tianqi nodded secretly, but felt a little worried in his heart, and said via voice transmission: "Mo Jiu is half-step second grade, be careful...!"
Before Chuan Yin finished speaking, he saw a huge Vajra Fist shadow, knocking Mo Jiu to the ground.
"Good guy!!"
Chen Tianqi looked shocked, and immediately without saying a word, he blasted at the felon who rushed out of the prison.
…
puff!
Mo Jiu and Zhou Xiao smashed the ground open and lay in the pit vomiting blood.
"Who?"
Although Mo Jiu vomited blood, his injuries persisted. He protected Zhou Xiao and shouted angrily.
He didn't even see who was attacking him just now. When he looked up now, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Lu Ning?"
Lu Ning stood not far away with his hands behind his back, staring at Mo Jiu coldly: "I never expected that Wen Rentang said Mo Mo before he died, but it turned out to be you."
Lu Ning didn't understand it before, but when he felt the riot in Tianlao and Mo Jiu released the felons from Tianlao, he suddenly understood.
When Wen Rentang died, he said "Mo Mo Mo..." and was referring to Mo Jiu.
"You are hiding in the prison just for this day?" Lu Ning asked, staring at Mo Jiu.
"Yes, who wants to stay in a dark prison all the time." Mo Jiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Lu Ning nodded secretly: "It's a pity that you didn't grasp the timing correctly. King Anshan's army still needs a cup of tea to besiege the city. If you are so eager to release the felons in the sky prison, they won't be able to escape now."
Mo Jiu sneered: "Those repeat offenders have already recovered most of their cultivation. How can Chen Tianqi suppress them by himself?"
Lu Ning's consciousness swept through, and out of the nineteen serious criminals on the third floor, five escaped, and the rest were suppressed by Mo Jiu.
The five people who escaped were Bian Dao, Pi Shihu, Jing Tianjing, Nether Palace Ghost Elder, and Blood Demon Deputy Leader.
After Lu Ning's consciousness swept across, he stared at Mo Jiu coldly.
next moment.
He waved his palm, a green and red light flashed around his waist, and a sword light flashed in front of Mo Jiu.
Mo Jiu still wanted to resist, but his chest was pierced by the Spring and Autumn Sword in an instant.
"impossible!"
Mo Jiu's face was filled with disbelief that he didn't even block a single sword move.
But after he said this, he could no longer make any sound.
Lu Ning flashed in front of Zhou Xiao, who was already stunned by Lu Ning's power.
When Lu Ning pointed out something, he didn't even react. He rolled his eyes and fainted on the ground.
Lu Ning did not stop and disappeared like a gust of wind.
When he reappeared, he was beside a running old monk.
As the old monk ran, he looked in the direction of Tianlao to see if Chen Tianqi had caught up with him, but he did not notice that someone was touching his bald head.
"who?"
In an instant, the old monk Bian Dao froze up and almost fell from the night sky.
"Kill your people!"
A cold voice sounded in the ears of the monk, and then a cold light passed across his neck.
The next moment.
Bian Dao found that there was only the sound of wind in his ears, and when his consciousness swept away, he couldn't help but scream.
Because only his head was left, and his body was long gone.
In an alley, just before Bian Dao's consciousness was about to disappear, he discovered something to his extreme devastation: the person who killed him used his head to smash another felon.
Was the person who killed him a human?
Pi Shihu hid in the darkness, thinking that Chen Tianqi would not be able to find him, but he did not expect that he would be discovered as soon as he hid.
Moreover, a human head hit him. He turned around and saw, isn't this the head of the old monk next door?
Roar!
In an instant, Pi Shihu transformed into his true body, the demon tiger, with a body length of more than ten meters, roaring upwards to the sky.
"Haha, are you afraid that I can't see you!?"
A sneer sounded, and then a green-red sword light fell from the night sky, directly inserted into the head of the Tiger Demon King, and nailed the Tiger Demon King to the ground.
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(End of chapter)
