The three of them discussed and stood calmly at the gate of Shuiyue Palace, waiting for the Miaojiang warriors to come to the door.

Luo Feng even took the time to perform a ritual, saved the disciples of the Shuiyue Palace who were seriously injured and died, and helped them recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra, so that their wronged souls could be reincarnated in the good paths of the three realms.

This is also a merit. The curse of the Miao warlock is very insidious. If you die under the Miaojiang poison, you may suffer torture for several lifetimes and will not be able to be reborn.

The Shuiyue Palace Master regarded these innocent women as abandoned sons, but Luo Feng insisted on overcoming them. It would be good to add some confusion to the Shuiyue Palace Master who was suspected of pretending to be dead.

Of course, the master of Shuiyue Palace pretended to be dead, which was also speculated by Luo Feng’s own judgment of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. Maybe the skills of the bishop of Shuiyue Palace are not bad?

This can be considered as beating a rabbit. It is a good habit to pay attention to details if the Lord of Shuiyue Palace can even sell his monk's character in front of Ling'er's Jiang Qiluo.

After waiting for a while, he heard the sound of killing and the gusting of Nanzhao Black Miao in the distance. Among the three, Ling'er was the only one who could not understand it. He became a little cowardly because of the unknown and unconsciously hid behind Luo Feng.

Grandma understands Miao language because she is from Dali Baimiao, and the language of the Black Miao language is similar to that of the Baimiao language.

Luo Feng has the basic ability of a high-level investigator who is "proficient in legendary languages". He can understand and speak fluently in any language in the heavens and all worlds, including the whispers of the old dominators.

There was a bamboo forest around the Water Moon Palace. The sound of branches breaking and footsteps came from the bamboo forest. Soon, a large group of ferocious men wearing blue cloth clothes, fur or turbans rushed out one after another.

The group of people surrounded the Shuiyue Palace and led the crowd. The man had colorful beast patterns embroidered on his clothes, and his cloak looked obviously higher than the miscellaneous soldiers beside him.

This person is the black sign who commanded the raid, a great guardian of the Moon Worshiping Sect. He is also a famous general in Nanzhao, Miaojiang.

The black sign saw Luo Feng and others waiting leisurely at the gate of Shuiyue Palace, sneered and spoke a stiff Chinese official language, saying, "Haha, you don't escape, is this your fate accepted? Well, I'll save me some effort! The God Cult follows the will of heaven and has indeed received the blessing of the gods. Everything goes so smoothly. I will build a great cause for the God Cult and make great contributions!"

The half-baked Chinese language was speechless by his duckling voice. Luo Feng felt the stingy ears when he heard it. He stepped forward and replied in the standard Miao language: "Poor ignorance and stubbornness, I don't know when I die! I am compassionate and don't kill you, leaving you a glimmer of hope. If all of you cut off your arms, then bury the disciples of the Water Moon Palace who were killed by you and kowtow to repent in front of the grave, and let you leave alive."

Luo Feng said Miao Yu, not only shocked the black sign, but even Jiang Qiluo was shocked. He thought that this was really omnipotent. This monk claimed that he knew everything about astronomy and geography. He was really not bragging!

The pronunciation of Miao language is very different from that of Chinese language. Miao people are relatively closed and exclusive. There are not many Chinese Han people who know Miao language several times. However, this monk speaks fluently than Grandma Jiang, who has been away from Miaojiang for more than ten years. Isn’t this awesome talent and omniscient?

"I'm so arrogant!" Hei Miaozi was furious and shouted: "Are you a Northern Barbarian monk blind? Or are you all the warriors in Miaojiang? Your martial arts in the Central Plains martial arts are indeed unique, but no matter how high your martial arts are, you will become a soft-legged shrimp if you get poisoned. I advise you to surrender honestly and give you a good knife at that time, so as not to suffer the pain of the ten thousand Gus and suck your heart!"

This time he used Miao language and spoke much fluently.

Luo Feng shook his head helplessly and sighed: "The Buddha can't save the damn ghost. I have given you a compassion and gave you a chance to survive. You don't cherish it yourself. When you go to the underworld to be reborn as a pig, don't complain to the King of Hell."

After this standard process of trumpeting, Luo Feng is not afraid of killing them and causing evil karma. The underworld and the Yama Palace in the Immortal Sword World really exist. If Luo Feng kills innocent people indiscriminately, these unjust souls will run to the underworld and sue the evil in front of the King of Hell.

Generally speaking, there is no need to worry about being recorded by the King of Hell in the Book of Life and Death. The creatures in the evil realm are so unrighteous.

But killing mortals, even evil people, is considered to create karma.

For example, Zhuge Liang burned the vine armor army, and they were all aliens from the southern barbarians, and they were killed and injured on the battlefield, but they still sighed: "It hurts the harmony of heaven and life, and it will be a short life!"

Since Luo Feng debuted as a monk, he has paid great attention to not committing evil deeds indiscriminately and rarely killed people with his own hands. This time, the number of Nanzhao barbarians who came to attack this time was over. If all of them were killed by him, he would have to bear a lot of evil debts on his body, which would be unfavorable for him to become a golden body of an Arhat.

The black sign squinted his eyes and glanced at Luo Feng and the other two. When he saw Ling'er, his eyes lit up. The little girl was the primary target of attacking Xianling Island this time, but when he saw Jiang Qiluo, he was stunned. He frowned and thought for a long time but could not recognize who she was.

The second most important target of Black Matchmaker was a slightly fat and vicious old lady. Back then, the old lady ruined the good thing about the Moon Master. She protected Ling'er and fought out a bloody road. She killed many assassins along the way of escape, which was the biggest obstacle to this mission.

The leader of the Moon Worshiping Sect also hated her to the core, so he specially ordered her to take her head back to Miaojiang, and to give her a soul-chasing Gu so that she will never be at peace.

Even if the task of killing Ling'er was successfully completed, the black sign was a bit obsessive-compulsive, and he still hoped to complete all the mission goals perfectly. When he went back, he asked, "Where is Grandma Jiang, the traitor of Nanzhao? Is he old and he died of old age or did he know that he was defeated and fled alone?"

Jiang Qiluo took a step forward, pulled out a full moon scimitar with a sharp blade with a green light from her waist, and yelled angrily in front of her chest: "Auntie is here, so why don't you go forward to die!"

The beautiful Miao girl is heroic and valiant, and the full moon sword exudes a terrifying demonic spirit. This delicate shout actually evokes the momentum of Zhang Fei's resignation of the three armies. The Miao warriors who besieged Shuiyue Palace were stunned and the timid took a step back unconsciously.

A person is a beauty, and a knife is a good knife. The two are perfectly combined and have an extraordinary shock.

Jiang Qiluo's sword was a gift from Luo Feng after receiving the cotton hat. Although it was not valuable, it was also quite famous in the low martial arts world. It was the magic weapon of the magic sect with "Little Building Listening to Spring Rain All Night" engraved on it, and it was known as the world's number one magic sword with unpredictable magic powers of gods and ghosts.

Luo Feng didn't think too much about giving it to him. This was one of the lower-grade weapons in his weapon warehouse. He picked it out and treated it as a gift to give it to others. However, Jiang Qiluo felt like she had a treasure and couldn't put it down. She felt that she had never received such a considerate gift in her life.

If it weren't for the fact that the favorability had almost reached the upper limit and could not compete with Ling'er for her husband, she would probably have accompanied Luo Feng to repay the love of giving a knife when she said that this was a token of love.

After getting the full moon scimitar, she immediately threw away the hidden sword crutch that she had been with her for half her life and regarded the magic knife as her natal weapon.

Hei Mengzi was shocked and thought to himself: "Rumored that the rebel Jiang was a famous and powerful female general in the Baimiao clan when she was young. Although the woman was tender in her face, she could not do anything fake. Can the magic of the Central Plains really be reborn?"

Grandma Jiang was able to fight out of Nanzhao all the way when she was old. Now she has regained her youth, her physical fitness is at its peak, and she has a peerless treasure sword in her hand. The black signs are very alert and dare not be arrogant anymore. The more than a thousand Miao warriors surrounding the Shuiyue Palace are also weak and dare not act rashly.

Luo Feng smiled and said, "You know it's amazing, right? I will give you another chance to survive, and show you the true identities of these ignorant and foolish monks, so that you can understand your situation and know what kind of existence you are facing!"

He raised his chest and Luo Feng said proudly: "I am lustful in the Dharma name. I am single in Moke Temple. The Central Plains martial arts world is a little bit famous. I am loved by the Central Plains warriors. I respect me as the commander of the human defense army. People give poems to demons and ghosts to see sorrow. People's hearts are unpredictable. When they are wide, they are all over the Dharma Realm, and when they are narrow, they cannot withstand needles!"

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, and Luo Feng, the self-reported barbarians, were so scared that their faces were pale. The barbarian soldiers who were still a little uneasy after being shocked by Jiang Qiluo were even more confused as if they had seen natural enemies. The morale of the army was already in chaos before they even started fighting.

Who is the monk Luo?

Even if this group of foreigners has heard of it, it is a peerless werewolf who kills the demons and makes the Shushan Sect fallen into despair. Whether it is good people, bad people, righteous people, evil ways, or such people, they will feel extremely headache when they mention such a person.

The ambitious leader of the Moon-Worshiping Sect specially wrote his name on the wall beside the couch, treating it as a major concern, believing that the monk Luo will not die for one day and his dream of dominating the Central Plains will not be realized in one day!
Chapter completed!