The body of the owner of the Houtu Flag was bleeding, staining the ground red.
Everyone in Mingjiao couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.
Monk Bujie's thoughts flashed, "With the power of the Mongolian royal court in the north, can we really hide such a big move from King Jinlun?"
"People have the heart to hunt tigers, and tigers have the intention to hurt others. I'm afraid that when we are plotting against Jinlun Dharma King, this man is also plotting against us, intending to catch us all in one go."
"That is to say, besides King Jinlun, there are probably other masters here."
His eyes were deep, and he had realized that everyone present in the Ming Cult had reached a critical moment of life and death.
At this moment, the banner owners of the Four Flags, including Jin, Wood, Water, and Fire, appeared one after another. In addition to them, there were also the followers of the Five Elements Flag. These people occupied the high ground, had powerful crossbows in their hands, and could shoot arrows all over the sky at any time. rain.
"I'm afraid of what he will do. Even if he has three heads and six arms, even if his whole body is made of iron, if we have so many brothers from the sect working together, we will beat all his bones to pieces."
The owner of the Fire Flag is a woman with a hot figure and an iron whip who is wrapped in a red outfit. Unfortunately, there is a hideous scar on her right cheek, which makes her look ghastly.
She swung the iron whip and made an explosion, a fierce look flashed between her eyebrows.
Next to him, a thin middle-aged man held two water-splitting spears, vaguely protecting him behind him, but a helpless look flashed in his pupils.
"Alian, if you really made this old monk angry, I'm afraid both of us will die here today."
He already felt that the situation was not good, but he had a death wish in his heart, and he was determined to protect his wife and escape even if he died.
"The fire whips the iron lotus, and the split water stabs Mr. Yang. I have heard about the reputation of you and your wife. You have always hated evil, but now you are mixed with these devils from the demon sect. Why bother?"
Jinlun Dharma King said: "If you and your wife are willing to retreat now, I can forget about it, please do as you please!"
Yang Xian was a little moved when he heard this. He would die if he died, but now that his wife was pregnant, nothing could happen to her.
But before he could speak, Tie Lianhua cursed angrily: "Smelly monk, there is no need for you to pretend to be compassionate here. My father, mother, eldest brother and two younger brothers all died at the hands of you two Mongolians."
"I will definitely kill you today to avenge my parents and relatives!"
She looked angry, the scars on her face were shaking like centipedes, and her originally beautiful face looked extremely ferocious and terrifying.
When King Jinlun heard this, he sighed slightly and said: "It is destiny for our great Mongolian country to unify the world. At that time, the four seas and eight wastelands will be unified, all souls will surrender, and all living beings can reach the Paradise of Paradise in the human world."
"Fuck your mother's bitch, a group of Tatars who burn, kill, loot, and do all kinds of evil, how dare you talk about destiny?" Cheng San, the leader of Ruijin Banner, has a beard on his face, a tall and strong figure, and he is holding two big iron handles. Ax shouted angrily.
"Zuo Shi, why are we talking nonsense with him? Let's do it together and kill him!"
"Yes, kill him!"
"kill!"
Seeing the anger among the crowd, the Ming Cult members couldn't hold it back any longer, so they rushed forward.
Monk Bujie stood up, raised his hand slightly, and the noise of the crowd suddenly stopped. This person's prestige in the Ming Cult was evident.
Although he does not have the name of a leader, he actually already has the prestige of a leader.
He looked at Jinlun Dharma King and said: "If you don't give up, please ask Dharma King for advice, life or death will not matter."
"If the young monk loses, then all members of my Ming Cult will retreat immediately and will never be enemies with the Dharma King again."
“I wonder what the Dharma King’s intention is?”
All the masters of the Ming Sect were shocked, because they had already set up a dragnet, and almost all the masters of the sect had arrived, with the purpose of surrounding and killing Jin Lun Dharma King.
But now Monk Bujie wants to fight Jinlun Dharma King alone to decide the outcome, which is really puzzling.
You must know that Jinlun Dharma King is a powerful master of the Tantric Vajra Sect who is rare to encounter in a century. His Tibetan Buddhist martial arts are extremely terrifying. He has already swept across the Northland and is unmatched by anyone.
Although Monk Bujie is powerful, he has almost no chance of winning in a fight with Jinlun Dharma King.
Jinlun Dharma King's eyes flashed with a frightening light. He looked at the monk who was wearing white monk robes and said lightly: "You are somewhat decisive, but it's a pity..."
"No one from Mingjiao present today can leave."
"Everyone will die!"
His eyes shone with a frightening light, the yellow monk's robes rustled in the strong wind, and the terrifying murderous intent filled the air, casting a shadow of death over everyone's hearts.
At this moment, densely packed Mongolian armies appeared from all directions in the valley. The soldiers were all wearing leather armor, with sinister faces and murderous looks. They held bows and swords and stared at them eagerly.
The black mass of Mongolian soldiers surged like a tidal wave. There was no need for any shouts of killing, and the aura of killing coming towards one's face was frightening!
And Huo Du and Dalba took the opportunity to lead many experts to block the exit, turning this place into a desperate situation.
Monk Bujie frowned, and all the Mingjiao masters behind him couldn't help but their expressions changed drastically, and their aura dropped to freezing point.
Huo Dou burst out laughing, his brows filled with arrogance, "Monk Bujie, my master has already expected your little tricks, why don't you go forward and die!"
"Come forward and die!"
"Come forward and die!"
"Come forward and die!"
Behind him, a group of masters raised their weapons at the same time and laughed mockingly.
"A bunch of Mongolian lackeys, how brave!"
"court death!"
"Zuo Shi, fight them!"
Seeing that they were in a desperate situation, those Ming Cult members completely gave up on other thoughts and shouted wildly, with murderous intent rising violently.
"Why are you trying to fight us? Shoot me arrows!"
Following Huo Du's order, arrows rained down from the sky.
Phew!
Amidst the countless blasts of sound, the overwhelming rain of arrows immediately shot many Mingjiao believers to death, and their blood flowed into rivers.
"Brothers, charge me, I will take you out!"
Monk Bujie glanced at Jinlun Dharma King slightly, roared, took the lead, and rushed towards the exit of the valley against the rain of arrows.
"Kill! Charge!"
"Kill all these Mongolian dogs!"
"kill!"
A group of Mingjiao masters were in a desperate situation, but they were desperate to fight. They shouted wildly and followed the monk Bujie, rushing straight towards the Mongolian soldiers who were coming like a tide.
Monk Bujie protected his body with twelve layers of golden bells, making him invulnerable. He held a holy fire token more than three feet long in his hand and charged through the army, destroying everything he passed and making it unstoppable.
The Holy Fire Token in his hand was made of a mixture of platinum black iron and emery. The texture was extremely hard, and there was a faint flame flying in the tomb.
Monk Bujie performed the exquisite martial arts in the Holy Fire Order, like a wild elephant, with rough skin and thick flesh, and immense strength. All the Mongolian soldiers he encountered were beaten to pieces with broken bones and tendons, and died tragically on the spot.
The bloody smell rises into the sky!
"Ha ha!"
He gave a long laugh, and the Holy Fire Token looked around, lighting, sweeping, hacking, and smashing. With the explosion of infuriating energy, the Mongolian soldiers around him fell down one after another.
"Monk Bujie is worthy of being the left envoy of light!"
Jinlun Dharma King couldn't help but sigh in admiration when he saw that the monk was setting off a bloody storm, then tossed his monk's robe and strode forward in the face of the rain of arrows.
"Bujie monk, don't you want to fight me?"
"I'll make it happen for you!"
(End of chapter)
