Chapter 628 The remnants of the Luo religion

Zheng Zetian calmed down for a while. He had lost his cultivation tonight, but fortunately he still had time. He couldn't go to Xuxingtian to worship the moon, so he should go to other Zuntian Motai Sujie dojo.

So he left the fortress alone and found an altar in the nearby mountains that was opened by the monks of Mozhu Mountain. It contained a clay sculpture of the God of Thunder and a statue of the God of Heaven and Demon.

However, at this moment, a flying knife flew out of the forest silently and slashed straight at Zheng Zetian's neck!

A black lotus suddenly bloomed on Zheng Zetian's neck. When he was hit by the flying knife, it made a soft tinkling sound and flicked the flying knife into the shade of the tree.

It came so quickly...

Zheng Zetian jumped out almost instantly, the green grass thunder wrapped around his body, and he rushed into the forest. At the same time, he raised his hand and shot out a bolt of lightning, bang! It hit the flying knife, and the blade was shocked. From the shadow on the other side, there was a wave of lightning.

Come on and let out a muffled groan.

Zheng Zetian immediately turned his hand and swept out a thunder whip, which swept across with a crackle, breaking a large area of ​​vegetation, and at the same time turned around and chased after the opponent.

The monk hiding in the dark was also caught off guard. He never expected that a Lei cultivator would strike so quickly! He had clearly made a sneak attack first, but before the second trick could be drawn, he actually threw three or four moves at him, forcing himself to a point where he couldn't advance or retreat!

However, this monk was also surprisingly decisive, but when he saw that he couldn't win a move, he ran away immediately, leaving Zheng Zetian no chance to fight.

Just hearing a huff, the man flew up like an owl, dodged the attack range of the thunder whip, jumped left and right on the tree trunk a few times, then said goodbye, and turned into a ray of white light, escaping away to the horizon.

, and soon disappeared from the range of Zheng Zetian’s spiritual consciousness.

Zheng Zetian did not pursue him forcefully. He also saw clearly in this short confrontation that this person had rich experience in sneak attacks. He was obviously at the level of Nascent Soul and had the upper hand in strength. However, he retreated so decisively. He was afraid that the soldiers who knew Mozhushan would

There might be some back-up plan or trap nearby to deliberately lure him into taking the bait.

With such a ghostly appearance, how can you recognize who it is...

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Master, the brothers have robbed everything. Our family has lost a penny, and we live in such a remote place. Where can we buy wine? Uuuuuuu, no, but we still have food. I

Roast that crane, hold on a little longer, and finally have a good meal before you go, woo woo woo..."

It's hard to say, with such vigilance, if he hadn't wanted to catch him alive just now, Yuan Tianxiao would have been dead.

Then he waved his robe, summoned a virtual jade flying sword, and took the sword away.

So Zheng Zetian rolled his eyes, approached and asked,

Zheng Zetian knew what he said and didn't ask any more questions.

Thinking about it, Senior Brother Qin's temperament that refuses people thousands of miles away, his Taoism, and the emphasis of a top master probably can't be mixed with these rough guys who hug together, drink and eat meat, and cry and laugh.

go.

Zheng Zetian asked casually, "Then the lion is so powerful that even senior brother can't handle it?"

Li Shisheng was not surprised, "Oh, their Tianmen Peak is a poor place with nothing but stones. They have long been rented to people from Tiangong Peak for mining. Brother Yuan, Sister Yuan and the others are old monks from Mozhu Mountain and have been there all year round.

Clean up the demons on the front line of Shiwandashan.

And inside the cave, sitting on the futon in front of Yuan Tianxiao, was an old man with a sallow complexion and a haggard body. He was breathing out a lot but not breathing in much. He looked like a degenerate person. His days were numbered, but he seemed to be in a state of decline recently.

Someone was plotting against him again. Someone seemed to have stabbed him in the chest. The wound was clearly seeping with black blood through his robe. There was definitely no way he could be saved.

What Zheng Zetian saw in front of him was no longer a cabin, but a dilapidated cave.

"ah!"

"puff!"

Probably out of anger, he raised his bald head to the sky and howled loudly. His body swelled under the moonlight and turned into a giant ape with a length of forty feet! He raised his hands and beat, his arms flew up, he split the mountain, split the ground, and broke the peaks.

The gravel immediately blew away a large area of ​​forest.

Soon other soldiers arrived, and from afar they saw Li Shisheng and a bald man hugging each other and crying. The two strong men hugged each other and howled. The scene was really scary.

Li Shisheng also led the team around overnight and found no monsters. After getting ready, they continued on their way.

"What a fool, it turns out that these idiots are messing with me... Shi Sheng, please don't worry about this! It's probably an old acquaintance of mine who is joking. I'll go get the things back myself and see if I find him or not.

Two big mouths!!”

Zheng Zetian sweated and looked at the knife in his hand... Eh, eh?? Isn't this knife his?

Well, it's not his. It's a hidden weapon used by Luo Yin when he was young. After all, it's not a treasure. He later gave it to his brothers. Master? Why is this guy also his disciple? It's impossible. Is there such a weak one among his disciples?

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"Bah! A bastard is a bastard! What a bald bastard! I'm not bald too!"

But Zheng Zetian had already stepped aside at the moment of thunder, and was waiting for him here!

"This real person has lost his magic weapon? But I don't know what kind of flying knife it is. Please help me find it."

"Fuck grandma you so well!"

"Yes! How do you know! Did your kid take it? Who are you!"

After getting a bowl full of blood, Zheng Zetian picked it up and drank it all in one gulp, then closed his eyes and fell into meditation.

"Master! Master, hold on! I didn't mean it! Master!"

From a distance, I saw Li Shisheng, who transformed into three heads and six arms under the moonlight. One hand held a spear, one hand bent a bow, and another pair of hands turned the palms like wings, and suddenly flew over to slay the demon.

Yuan Tianxiao was so dumbfounded that he stood there for a long time before he realized what he was doing. He screamed, "Master!" He rushed forward and held the old man in his arms.

Zheng Zetian looked around again, and indeed he didn't see the bald man's face covered with beards, no moles, and not very long. He might have made a mistake.

Now the battle line has been pushed all the way to Fuyu Mountain. The old lion in Jiuqu Cave is very powerful. Even the senior sister can't take it down. Moreover, a group of demons have gathered together, so they can't attack the Demon Cave for the time being, so they can only stand against it for the time being.

Although the knife was in his sleeve, Zheng Zetian couldn't tell. What a coincidence, I just picked it up over there.

The old man was so angry that he was shaking all over,

"Shave your hair? Monk! Are you sure you read that right?"

After being disturbed for a while, Zheng Zetian was also on guard against another counterattack, so he had to move to another place to worship the moon. However, he never expected that he had just made another Heavenly Demon, and suddenly his consciousness fluctuated, and it seemed that someone was trying to

Use Qinggong to step on the leaves!

However, if there is such a fuss tonight, don't even think about worshiping the moon, and just settle Luo Jiao's matter tonight.

Then Zheng Zetian grabbed the flying knife and wiped away his consciousness.

Zheng Zetian is not in a hurry to chase him. Anyway, Guixu Dao Yi is in his hands, and the other party will take action again sooner or later.

A bald and fat boy was kneeling on the ground, whimpering, master, master, master, and couldn't stop crying. Naturally, he was the young Yuan Tianxiao.

Although it is unclear, I can more or less deduce some things.

"Ah——! My grandma Cao Ni! What son of a bitch plotted against me!"

But it is indeed possible. Zheng Zetian did not expect that after so many years of siege by the three major sects, there are still people who can escape, and it seems that there are quite a few.

Huh? It seems... not quite right? Isn’t this Mo Shan’s method of transformation?

It's not that Coach Luo can't practice, but isn't this person sneaking in to stab and steal things? He dares to become such a big monster and cause trouble here. Is it because he is afraid that others will not be able to detect him?

"Get out of here! Get out of here, you idiot!"

But this Immortal Clothes and this flying knife...couldn't they really be his disciples or something...

Yuan Tianxiao wiped his tears and stepped forward to pick up the old man, but the old man suddenly grabbed his collar with one hand, pinched the flying knife from his sleeve with the other, and stabbed Yuan Tianxiao directly in the pupil.

And his howling and roaring really attracted everyone from Mozhu Mountain.

Sure enough, the sword came over and cut a three-foot-deep path on the ground. The sword's power was exhausted, and before it could fly back, he threw the heart-washing bracelet, locking the flying knife firmly and falling to the ground.

"Master, wuwu, master, please don't die..."

Then the old man rolled his eyes and the ball was dead.

Unexpectedly, Li Shisheng had a serious face.

"What senior brother! It's not like there's no one left in Mozhu Mountain. Doesn't everything have to be done by him? Humph!"

Yuan Tianxiao suddenly threw Li Shisheng out of his arms, jumped over and grabbed Zheng Zetian's shoulders,

"What! Really! What does that person look like! Which way did he go!"

Sure enough, this person must be related to Luo Jiao...

"Mad... I, my crane... evil barrier... is so angry... I'm so angry..."

Nowadays, most of the monks and soldiers of the Sixth Division are stationed in Chengshan, building fortresses and dojos, and setting up formations and camps. Maybe Brother Yuan is also here to inspect the supply lines. Don't worry, although Brother Yuan is a bit impatient, he still has skills."

"Dayou's disciple? You are your own person! Don't mind it, kid! I, Yuan Tianxiao, am just a rough guy. It's all my fault. Don't be offended! Go on! Did you see something just now? Think about it carefully. It's slow to think of it.

Speak slowly! I won’t rush you!”

Yuan Tianxiao was jumping around just now, but when he heard the news about Bald Head, he suddenly calmed down.

Zheng Zetian couldn't help but be stunned when he saw it.

Zheng Zetian, "Could it be a lancet, as thin as paper, as bright as silver, seven inches long and half a finger wide?"

It seems that Yuan Tianxiao does have other 'senior brothers', but these disciples seem to have betrayed the sect and turned against their master.

Fortunately, Li Shisheng interrupted,

"Brother, this little brother is Zheng Zetian, a great disciple. Don't scare him."
To be continued...