Qi Buzhou raised his head and laughed, "I thought you had some adventures in the past eighteen years, but I didn't expect that all you have left is your bones!" After saying that, Qi Buzhou pulled out the long knife from the ground and smiled at Miao Langqing. Go.
Miao Langqing reluctantly climbed up, his body was stunned, and he slashed his sword across his chest again, like a stubborn child holding a wooden sword in his hand, facing a giant beast that he could not defeat, still believing that there would be a miracle.
"I would like to see which one is stronger, your bones or my bloody blade!"
After Qi Buzhou finished speaking, he raised the long sword in his hand, took a step more than ten feet away, and slashed diagonally at the dagger raised by the young man in front of him.
Looking at the expression of the young man in front of him who didn't notice the windy blood blade in his eyes, Qi Buzhou felt panic again in his heart, but he was confident that the blood blade in his hand was a rare sharp blade in the demon world, even if his cultivation level was higher. Even enemies of his own level could escape unharmed with this treasure. What's more, it has been proven just now that the young man in front of him has no cultivation at all. The short sword in his hand is like a child's toy. There is nothing to be afraid of.
What I was afraid of was only the Golden Immortal Miao Langqing, but not the uncultivated young man in front of me!
Qi Buzhou scratched his head, held the bloody blade tightly, brought up a gust of wind, and slashed it down.
Before the sword arrives, the wind has arrived.
Qi Buzhou looked at the stubborn young man who was a little unsteady due to the wind of the knife, and felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart.
Hallucination? The moment the swords met, Qi Buzhou saw that the inconspicuous dagger actually emitted green-gold light.
The wind stopped, and there was a dead silence all around. It seemed that you could hear the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.
Oops~, with a crisp sound, the three-foot-long blade broke from the middle, and the front half fell to the ground, stirring up a snowflake. Then the entire blade also fell to the ground, stirring up an even bigger snowflake.
Qi Buzhou looked down in disbelief at the armor that had been cut into two pieces on his chest. Blood spurted out from the wound, and the snowflakes on the ground turned red.
Plop~
Qi Buzhou shook his body and fell to the ground.
With this sword attack, Miao Langqing seemed to have used up all his strength. Qi Buyi fell. He could no longer hold on. He struck the ground with his sword and knelt on the ground, gasping for air.
Of course, Miao Langqing has not recovered his cultivation level. Even if his cultivation level recovers, he cannot make the late night artifact in his hand emit the green-gold Confucian cultivation brilliance. Although he has no cultivation level, his previous skills in using the skills are still there. , he transferred the Confucianism cultivator's aura on the token given to him by Kuzhu into Moxiao's artifact at the critical moment, inspiring Moxiao's own Confucianism cultivator's aura, and then cut the bloody blade in two.
The first time he was hit by Qi Buzhou's demonic energy, Miao Langqing deliberately used a flaw to dispel his worries. If Qi Buzhou had killed him with the first blow, I'm afraid he would have been dead by now.
In order to win in danger, Miao Langqing knew that there was not much time left for him. After a while, Miao Langqing felt that his strength had recovered. He climbed up with difficulty and came to Kuzhu, "Master Kuzhu, how are you? ?”
Ku Zhu smiled miserably, "I'm sorry, it turns out the donor is Miao Langqing!"
"I'm just an ordinary person now who is tired of running for his life!"
"Who came just now?"
"In the God Realm, there is a sect of demonic cultivators!"
Seeing the confused look on Ku Zhu's face, Miao Langqing smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I don't know the reason behind it either!"
"Donor, I'm afraid your road ahead will be more difficult!"
"I know!"
"The aura of the Confucian cultivator on the token may temporarily cover up your aura. Why would you bother to come back?"
After listening to Ku Zhu's words, Miao Langqing seemed to want to understand something.
"Miao Langqing has never bothered to sell friends for glory!" Miao Langqing shook his head and glanced at the corpses of the two senior brothers underground, "What a pity~"
"Master, your injury~" Miao Langqing looked at Kuzhu.
"Demon Lord Qi Buzhou is indeed worthy of his reputation. Although the blow just now did not kill him, his heart has been destroyed and his time is running out!" Kuzhu shook his head slowly.
Miao Langqing glanced at Ku Zhu's already somewhat defeated face and understood that what Ku Zhu said was true. When he lowered his head, his eyes lit up when he saw the sword of the end of the night that he had just dropped.
Kuzhu saw Hua Qing come and pick up the long sword and put it against his chest, and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
"There is still a trace of the awe-inspiring spirit from the token left in my body, which may help you open your heart!"
Kuzhu had the intention to stop him, but he was seriously injured and could not move at all, and Miao Langqing had already moved after he finished speaking, leaving no time for him to refute. The Moxiao Sword emitted a trace of blue-gold light, and a faint wisp of coldness. The breath goes straight to the heart.
After about a cup of tea, blood gradually appeared on Kuzhu's gray face. The blue-gold light on the Moxiao sword flashed for the last time. There was no movement again, and it turned back into the inconspicuous dagger with a foot length.
After a moment, Kuzhu raised his head and sighed, "Donor Miao, this aura of awe may help you hide your identity temporarily, so why are you suffering!"
"How can Miao Langqing survive without saving his life!"
"What are your plans next?"
Miao Langqing pondered for a moment and said, "Master must have understood that I had a protective shield on my body before."
"For eighteen years, the poor monk has really felt that there is a strange and extremely strange atmosphere surrounding the temple. I am ashamed to say that at first I thought it was~" At this point, Ku Zhu smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Hey, I didn't understand until I found out that you are Miao Langqing. It turns out that It’s because of you that you, a poor monk, have shallow cultivation!”
After listening to Ku Zhu's words, Miao Langqing just realized that eighteen years ago, in the God Realm, Master Shen Li used the roar of the sky to protect himself, but it actually had two sides.
Firstly, there is a protective divine shield. If you are harmed within eighteen years, the divine shield will naturally produce protective power. Secondly, the divine shield is also like a high flag. Since Kuzhu, who has no Buddha realm, can sense it. No one else knew about the existence of the protective shield. Once the shield was lost, Qi Buzhou couldn't wait to take action.
There was just one thing, he still hadn't figured out why people from the God Realm came first instead of Bai Changyuan.
"I want to stay here a little longer and verify some of my thoughts!" Miao Langqing said slowly.
"The poor monk has a way that may help you!"
Seeing Miao Langqing's doubts, Ku Zhu smiled and said, "You have lost your cultivation now. If other enemies come to your door, you will definitely die. The poor monk has a cultivation method that can press your soul into your heart and make you look like a human being." It’s like a dead soul disappears!”
For a moment, Miao Langqing was lying next to a corpse. He felt a fiery aura covering his whole body. Then he felt that his body seemed to be infinitely shrunk by the aura.
This feeling is really wonderful. Although I can't feel the existence of my body, my hearing is still there.
Soon, the surroundings became quiet again, leaving only the small sound of snowflakes falling to the ground in my ears, and the occasional sound of buildings collapsing under the weight of Wufo Temple behind me.
There was no concept of time in Miao Langqing's mind. Kuzhu must have gone far away. With Kuzhu's current cultivation level, it was very easy to step on the snow without leaving a trace and move at will.
I don't know how long it took, but Miao Langqing felt something strange in the surrounding atmosphere, and then heard a man's voice saying, "Senior brother, Qi Buzhou is dead!"
"Hmm~" The other man agreed, followed by the sound of moving.
Although it has been eighteen years, this sound from Miao Langqing is too familiar.
Juechen!
Then there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and the first voice said, "Brother, this old monk is dead too!"
Miao Langqing was startled, old monk? Then he realized that he felt very regretful. What Ku Zhu said was easy was actually using his lifelong cultivation to burn out his soul to build a protective shield for himself similar to Wangtian Roar. Although he did not have the same spiritual power as Wangtian Roar, he had the same spiritual power as Wangtian Roar. It is not difficult to put up a body-protecting shroud for eighteen years, but with Yuan Buddha realm cultivation, it is not difficult to protect one's soul for a few hours, or even a few days.
"Senior brother, apart from the people brought by Qi Buzhou, there are four monks here!"
Juechen agreed and laughed.
After that, Miao Langqing felt his body being turned around, and Juechen's voice was still there, "Miao Langqing, hum, I can recognize your virtue even if it turns to ashes!"
"Senior brother, what should we do now? Throw them all into the fire and burn them?"
"It's a bargain. Just leave him here and freeze him for a few months. When the weather warms up next year, snakes, insects, rats, and ants will come to greet him. Let's see how hard his bones will be, hahaha~"
"Pah, pah~" several heavy blows.
Miao Langqing felt like he was slapped hard several times on the face.
Yep!
Another person also laughed, "Senior brother, do you see?"
"Um?"
"Qi Buzhou's bloody blade is a precious sword. How could this happen?"
Then there was the sound of Juechen moving around, as if he was looking for something.
Miao Langqing understood that Juechen was looking for the Moxiao Divine Sword.
After a while, Juechen muttered to himself, "No way, that sword was destroyed by the God Emperor. I could even hear the sound of breaking. The power of Wangtian's roar was so powerful that even other emperors could Frightened, how can this little one resist?"
"Could it be~" the man tentatively asked in a low voice.
"Impossible, he hasn't appeared in this world for more than ten years!" Juechen said.
Miao Langqing couldn't understand it more and more. It was simply not the time to think about this now, but the appearance of Juechen confirmed what he was thinking.
Qi Buzhou was instigated by Juechen and became the scapegoat. Before, Miao Langqing just felt that his personality was incompatible with Juechen, so he never paid much attention to him. However, since they were all brothers in the same sect, he didn't think about anything else. He didn't expect that Juechen would be the first to kill him.
However, there has been no movement from the Human Emperor's side.
Not long after, a voice from the sky sounded, and the surroundings returned to calm.
When Miao Langqing regained control of his body, he opened his eyes and found that the surroundings were still gray, but he knew from his feeling that it was already early in the morning, and the snow had not stopped, and his body was covered with a thick layer.
The entire Wufo Temple had been burned down to a few ruins. Miao Langqing dug on the ground for a while before finding the bodies of Kuzhu and his two senior brothers who had been frozen into lumps of ice.
Miao Langqing kowtowed to the three corpses several times, and then went to touch the fire seal on the senior brother's body, preparing to incinerate the three corpses. Unexpectedly, he touched a hard item on his waist. He took out something, but he pulled out the Last Night Divine Sword that he had with him. It must have been hidden here by Kuzhu.
Although Miao Langqing has a somewhat stubborn temper and is not good at words, his mind is very active. Thinking of everything that happened before, he always feels that Ku Zhu's behavior is puzzling.
He first thought of what Ku Zhu said. When he left last night, he met Ku Zhu on the road. In what Ku Zhu said to him, there were changes in the names he used. Obviously Ku Zhu guessed his identity as extraordinary during the conversation with him. .
Some of the things Kuzhu did after learning his identity were all because of that ambiguous instruction.
Judging from Ku Zhu's cultivation level, he knew that he was definitely no match for Qi Buzhou without having to see him in person, but he still wanted to go instead of escaping far away with him. There was only one explanation.
Ku Zhu was willing to die to express his determination. On the surface, he did not force himself to agree, but he used his own life as a bet to force himself to agree. After killing Qi Buzhou, Ku Zhu resolutely risked his life to protect himself again after learning his true identity. It is also based on this idea to reveal the truth.
It can be seen that what Kuzhu entrusts him must be of great importance.
Seeing the raging fire rising from the corpses of the three people in front of him, Miao Langqing stood blankly for a long time. Thinking of what his master Shen Li had said, he seemed to have some realization, "Master Kuzhu, senior brother, second senior brother, today's revenge will be tomorrow's Final report!"
