At present, Zhong Jiye has cut off one arm by her, and if the monk wants to reattach the limb, it must take a lot of effort, not to mention that the arm that is reattached will definitely not be as functional as before, so no matter what today, Liang Zi It's all settled.
There was a cold look in Zhao Xuan's eyes, and Master Meng Ping's heart suddenly trembled in the mirror. Just when he was about to say something to tell Zhong Ji to hide, he felt a cold light appear in front of his eyes, and heard a sharp cry in his ears. In the bloody light, my brother's head was picked off by the female cultivator in front of me. The soul emerged from the eyebrows, and was crushed by jade hands. He died on the spot, irreversibly!
"What a brave junior, you -" midway through his words, the bronze mirror gradually disappeared due to the lack of true energy, and fell into the air. It was smashed into pieces, while Zhao Xun secretly thought. The fake root monk had difficulty in using the magic weapon. Why was Meng Ping different from others? So he picked up the pieces and looked at them. Although the bronze mirror was shattered into pieces, there was still some spiritual energy slowly escaping from it. Upon inspection, he knew that Meng Ping must be I asked a spiritual root monk to transfer the true energy into it, and when needed, he can activate the true energy, so that it can be used for a short time.
The smelting techniques of these magical weapons are very poor, not to mention compared to those in the South, even the magical weapons in the North are far superior to them. However, if Meng Ping has a large number of magical weapons, it will be very difficult to combine them with his general cultivation. Moreover, it is not impossible that Song Yan Guan had amassed a fortune for more than two hundred years and wiped out all the people's wealth. Meng Ping used it to purchase many magical instruments.
It's a pity that this trip was originally going to the capital of King Jiang. Looking at it now, there is no need to go and throw yourself into a trap.
Zhao Shun turned around and wanted to leave, but he didn't know that there was a huge storm in the capital because of Zhong Ji's death.
To the north of the capital, there is Songyan Temple.
Several monks in apricot-yellow robes were waiting outside the temple door, whispering to each other. They did not dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the people in the temple and calling them to scold them.
They are all second-generation disciples of Song Yan Guan, and they are highly respected outside the country. When talking to the princes and nobles, they can feel a bit arrogant, but when they come in front of the founder Meng Ping, no one dares to make a mistake. As usual, today was the time when the Patriarch was giving lectures. Several people came to wait early, but when they saw that the lecture time had passed, the Patriarch in the hall still had no intention of summoning them, they couldn't help but feel doubtful.
Suddenly, I heard a loud shout in the palace, and the two doors suddenly opened. Master Meng Ping couldn't hide his anger, walked out quickly, and shouted to everyone in a stern voice: "Go quickly to cast a spell, and secure Yushan Mountain to me." If anything goes wrong and the thieves among them escape, I will ask you nothing!" After saying that, he stood up and rode on the clouds and left without saying a word to the people outside the palace.
The second-generation disciple did not dare to disobey the master's instructions, so he had no choice but to bow and accept the order. When he raised his eyes and looked into the hall, he saw two real jade images in the middle of the incense table. Now one of them was broken. In response to the saying of falling and dying, his heart suddenly felt. Now that I understand, it’s no wonder that the Patriarch was furious.
Immortal Meng Ping called his disciples to seal Mount Yu, which was actually the place where Zhao Shun killed Zhong Ji. Mount Mount was adjacent to the royal capital. After the capital was moved, it became a place for kings of the Jiang Kingdom to hunt in spring and autumn, where they used alms formations. The heavy weight has always been used to trap animals and animals, but now large and small formations are used together to trap people in the future.
Zhong Ji was his younger brother and his only blood relative. Although he was arrogant and indulgent, Meng Ping only dared to trust him, so he went to great lengths to recruit him as Guihe Zhenren in order to increase Song Yanguan's confidence and prepare for the future. The strength he had planned to accumulate later was unexpectedly killed by a foreign spiritual root monk today, causing his many years of hard work to be wasted. If he wants to promote someone who has returned to the realm again, his lifespan may be endangered.
What's more, that woman is really tough. He has taken out Song Yanguan's name, but he still hasn't stopped her from killing Zhong Ji. If this matter is not resolved, once word gets out, Song Yanguan's reputation will be greatly reduced. In both circumstances, he Everyone must kill this woman as a warning to others.
Zhao Chun had not been walking long when a strong wind blew behind her. She looked back and saw a tall and thin man in a gray-blue robe walking on the clouds. His appearance was the same as that of the man in the bronze mirror just now. He was Zhong Jizhi. Brother, Master Meng Ping!
This time the other party came and caused quite a fuss. Smoke could be seen thousands of miles away, and the clouds were colorful. There were many figures coming behind them, with long shuttle instruments under their feet, and their speed was even faster than that of ordinary monks. , at this moment, they all looked at him angrily, trying to suppress Zhao Chun with force.
Her consciousness moved slightly, and she realized that there was a formation in the forest that was causing trouble. She couldn't break it for a while, let alone escape it and run away. And now that Master Meng Ping was rushing towards him and causing such a battle, I'm afraid he was trying to scare the monkeys. , unwilling to let her escape easily.
Sure enough, Meng Ping glanced at her, threw up the duster on his arm, and shouted angrily: "You are evil, you have come to Jiang State to cause trouble, and you killed a real person in Songyanguan. If I don't stop it, I don't know what will happen." How many more disasters will arise? For the country and the people, we must kill this devil!
"Disciples, listen to your orders. If you can take back the head of the evil path today, I will definitely promote you, give you enlightenment, improve your cultivation, and give you a reward!"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people behind him all turned red, and they were all extremely excited, as if the reward mentioned in Meng Ping's mouth had already come to them, and they wished they could rush forward and chop off Zhao Xun's head.
When Zhao Xun heard this, she suddenly rolled her eyes and was very curious about the sentence "Enlightenment, improve cultivation", but this was not the time to care about what she said, so she had to suppress it first and sneer. One voice said: "As a Taoist monk, Songyan Guan interfered in ordinary state affairs and caused chaos in the Jiang Kingdom. You violated our ancient rules and did not say anything. You also turned a deaf ear to the arrogant and domineering behavior of the disciples in the temple and allowed them to go down. They plunder and exploit, enslave the people of a country, use their power to oppress others, and bully the Taoists and cultivators around them. They are so unkind and unjust, and yet they are still full of empty words. It is really ridiculous!"
She cursed angrily, which made the disciples of Songyangguan who were originally driven by greed become extremely angry for a moment. They were as embarrassed as if they were aroused by others. They yelled nonsense and wanted to move forward to relieve their inner feelings. Angry!
Meng Ping probably knew how ordinary monks couldn't stand her, so the disciples he brought here were all second-generation disciples, all of whom had different levels of mystical cultivation. Zhao Chun looked far away and found a few solid spiritual root monks among them. At this time, they were stepping forward with mysterious light, and their aura was different from others.
Everyone saw her frowning and sneering. She raised her hand and shook it forward slightly. The sword energy burst out from her palm and slashed in all directions. Only then did she realize that her eyes were blurred. She lost consciousness at some point and heads fell from her shoulders one by one. It slid down, creating a scene of Shura purgatory.
Meng Ping couldn't help but feel his breath suffocated when he saw it, and he felt even more horrified.
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