Western Region——

Three hundred miles outside Anxi City, Nangong Wumeng led the newly formed ranger scouts to wander around. She was in a very happy mood, although of course it was not the reason why Li Guanyi woke up.

But, I'm happy anyway.

Even outings for a period of time feel refreshing. She is originally a saint from a major sect in the world. She has fifth-level martial arts and is equipped with a magic weapon called the Yin-Yang Wheel. Ordinary sixth-level warriors are no match for her.

Although she knew that with her energy, spirit, and martial arts will, there was a high probability that she would be like the old head of the Gongsun family, stuck at the peak of the sixth heaven and unable to make any progress, but she was already very satisfied.

Li Guanyi pacified most of the Western Region, and the entire Western Region recognized Tian Khan very highly. The patrol was uneventful, and when he was about to return, people on the front suddenly sent a message, saying that they found Nangong Wumeng stunned, so he quickly rode away Riding away, I saw a familiar person

The man had also discovered Nangong Wumeng in advance. He was overjoyed and shouted loudly: "Amitabha, so good, so good!" "This is Nangong Wumeng's benefactor, poor monk Thirteen, and I met the benefactor again today.

"But it's a good thing!"

Nangong Wumeng hurried away and jumped into the sky, only to see that there was a disciple of the Academy. He had used his wonderful mind skills to help people in the Anxi Protectorate. Nangong Wumeng was also happy to see his old friend and said: "Great monk, why are you back?!

When they got closer, they discovered that the monk's robes were stained with blood, and he was noticed by the scout cavalry in front of him. The scout cavalry at the moment had all retired from the frontline battlefield. They had experienced several fights and were all considered elite. .

He had a very clear sense of the smell of blood and evil spirits, so he surrounded the monk.

Nangong Wumeng said: "What are you...!"

Stick Monk Thirteen looked at the clothes on his body and said: "Amitabha, although the poor monk is a little injured, he is still fine. The skin is rough and the flesh is thick. The poor monk's body has been trained hard and has reached the peak of the thirteenth level. "

"The injury belongs to a senior."

Nangong Wumeng said: "The great monk is here to ask for help?!"

She whistled and said: "There is a free horse. You go back and tell Anxi City about this. Great Monk, I will go with you." Thirteenth Stick Monk was overjoyed and said: "Haha, wonderful, wonderful .”

"I don't need to ride a horse. I run with my legs. I won't be slower than you on a horse. Come on, follow me!" He turned around, holding a heavy stick as thick as a wrist in one hand. Then he ran wildly with his feet, making a sound like thunder.

Nangong Wumeng and others followed him.

Nangong Wumeng asked about what happened along the way, and the monk answered truthfully, saying: "Since the poor monk said goodbye to Senior Brother Li Guanyi and everyone else, he has been traveling in all directions, but later on, the war became more and more chaotic."

"The poor monk was captured by the rebel generals in the Western Regions. They seemed to hate my bald head and said they wanted to cook me, but I ran away. Later I went to Dangxiang State and met the prince of Dangxiang State who was imprisoned. "

"Relying on his martial arts skills and brute force, he helped the officials of Prince Xiang of the Dang Kingdom and rescued him. After that, he got some gold and silver, scattered among the people, bought some dry food and steamed buns, and continued eastward."

"We also escorted some people back to Yingguo."

"I went to the hinterland of Yingguo. I thought it would be difficult to get to the Central Plains area."

"I planned to visit some of my classmates, go to the temple, and have a fast, but I ran into a good fight."

There was a complicated expression on Monk Thirteen's face. He shook his monk's robe. The gray monk's robe was stained with blood. However, the color was not red, but a light golden color. .

He saw with his own eyes the Wolf King being killed, and saw the living Buddha of the Western Regions attacking the king's city alone. Finally, the city was filled with arrows, and thousands of arrows were fired like a torrential rain, covering the sky and the sun. The skinny old monk clasped his hands together, showing the glazed Vajra physique.

Alone, the old monk passed through the military formation and took Jiang Su's full blow.

Then he tried his best to grab Chen Fubi's body, but he couldn't grab the head. Stick Monk Thirteen followed the breath and killed more than a dozen Yingguo soldiers alone, and found the body in the mountains. Old monk.

The sound of horse hooves subsided, and Monk Thirteen stopped. Nangong Wumeng and others saw a shocking scene in front of them. An old monk clasped his hands together, and a clear light like glass appeared on his body. This is the highest state of Buddhism.

But this glazed body is full of cracks

Threads of golden blood are flowing in the cracks, dripping from time to time

Next to the old monk, there is a huge coffin, tightly closed, and the chains are tightly tied on the coffin. The old monk has a flawless calmness, and is full of scars, dilapidation, vitality, and death at the same time.

There is great solemnity in the great destruction.

Stick Monk Thirteen held the stick and said softly: "...it was Changfeng Tower who escorted us all the way out. Changfeng Tower also suffered huge losses. The poor monk was incompetent. After the Xue family girl knew what happened, she used her full strength. "

"At the border, Chen's Yechi cavalry personally cut off our rear." "Only can we get out of that blockade."

From these few words, Nangong Wumeng had already heard the grandeur of the journey. He could tell that the experience along the way must have been extremely thrilling. It was the same everywhere in the story.

The old monk opened his eyes and said gently:

"The poor monk still has one thing unfinished."

"Please benefactor, please take the poor monk to see Li Guanyi and Chen Wenfu." Nangong Wumeng said softly: "...Master, please."

The old monk, whose body was covered with glaze light, stood up. He gently stretched out his hand, touched the huge coffin, and said softly: "I'm back..." He carried the coffin on his back, and his steps suddenly became light and strong again. .

Walking as fast as flying, Stick Monk Thirteen held a long stick in one hand and walked beside the old monk without saying a word. In Anxi City, Li Guanyi and Chen Wen got the news from the ranger. The ranger stammered: : "I, I don't know."

"We all heard it from Changfeng Tower. You, if you think it's false... "Go find Changfeng Tower!"

Changfeng Tower...

Li Guanyi suddenly realized that this was Changfeng Tower transmitting some news that had been blocked through the mouths of everyone in Youyou. Chen Wenmian staggered up and said: "Then monk, did you succeed?!"

The ranger almost cried: "I, I don't know." "How can we go there and see clearly?"

"Uncle, uncle, let me knock you two." "How about you let me go?"

Chen Wenmian staggered to his feet. His face was pale, and he reluctantly bowed his hands and said, "I'm sorry. I feel uneasy and it's my fault for offending my brother." "This money is my compensation for you."

He reached out and dug through his arms, grabbed all the money bags, put them on the table, then turned around and left. However, when he turned around, he knocked down the table behind him, and everything on the table crashed.

It made a crisp sound on the ground.

A peerless warrior who was about to reach the master level at the age of twenty, but at this moment, he seemed to be unable to even walk. Li Guan said: "Thank you..."

He turned around and chased Chen Wenmian, leaving the Central Plains rangers behind, looking at each other in confusion. When Li Guan saw Chen Wenmian, his strange appearance gradually became clearer and more ferocious. This was the extreme and madness hidden in Chen Wenmian's blood.

The blood is inspiring.

Chen Wenmian's eyes were filled with a trace of blood, and when he was running, his temples were rising and falling, and there was a trace of white. Li Guanyi secretly screamed in his heart. Chen Wenmian valued love and justice, but he was also the most vulnerable to being hurt by love and justice.

Li Guanyi thought of Chen Wenmian's experience

The mother was defiled and gave birth to herself, and then committed suicide.

Chen Dingye regarded himself as a chess piece, and his grandfather Tantai Xianming personally led his mother's tragedy. Then Tantai Xianming committed suicide because of his own plan.

In the end, he only had the Wolf King to accompany him for three years.

It was like the last rope holding him. At this moment, the rope was broken and trampled on in the most cruel way. Li Guanyi groaned, feeling the weakness of his body. He didn't care about anything else and directly entered the pseudo martial arts legend state.

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His control over his body was instantly full. Even in his current state of being seriously injured, he immediately caught up with Chen Wenmian, who was running wildly with his Dharma signs revealed, and raised his hand to put on his shoulder.

The white tiger roars.

Qiongqi Dharma was pressed down forcefully

Li Guan grabbed Chen Wenmian, who was running wildly with all his strength, and said, "Calm down!"

Chen Wenmian gasped violently, and the pain and sorrow in his eyes was finally restrained. He was silent for a long time and said: "Brother..."

Li Guan said, "Since this is the news from Changfeng Tower, please wait." Chen Wenmian barely suppressed his emotions. Under the stimulation of extremely intense emotions, the Qiongqi Dharma that was almost completely transformed into reality dispersed.

"...yes."

Li Guanyi patted him on the shoulder and advised him to calm down. When he returned to the Anxi Protectorate, he heard the horses neighing outside, and then Nangong Wumeng's voice: "Come here, Lei Laomeng, Shi Dalin, come out quickly!"

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As soon as Li Guanyi sensed the familiar atmosphere outside, he rushed out with Chen Wenmian and saw the monk who was escorted back all the way by the ranger scouts. Chen Wenmian saw the dazzling and huge black coffin and the old man whose glazed body was full of cracks.

Chen Wenmao shook his head, but now he calmed down. He slowly raised his hand and bowed to the old monk, then lifted up his clothes, kowtowed directly, and said softly: "...Junior Chen Wenmian, thank you, senior."

The old monk remained silent and said softly: "I failed to fully fulfill his entrustment."

"Jiang Su and the others, in order to wash away the impact the king had on the dignity of the entire country, humiliated his body... Perhaps, if they want to make up for the loss, they must punish the person who caused the damage thousands of times.

Come back with a double vengeance.

Li Guan pushed away everyone around him, leaving only Chen Wenmian and the old monk. He originally planned to leave, but was stopped by the old monk. The old monk said: "In accordance with the king's entrustment, I will leave."

Bring all his remains back.

"Leave it to you two."

He turned sideways, stretched out a palm, and gently pushed the coffin open.

A smell of blood and a chilling air hit his face. The headless corpse of the Wolf King was in the coffin. Because the old monk finally erected the coffin, when the coffin was opened, the Shenwu King seemed to still be standing on the earth.

superior.

The war blade that accompanied him was placed inside the coffin.

Even though they were prepared, both Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian were in a daze. Li Guanyi could still hear the wanton and heroic laughter, talking about his nephew, and then the figure that kept galloping on the battlefield.

Li Guanyi felt blocked and looked at Chen Wenmian

Chen Wenmian stood quietly, just sad, but the Qiongqi Dharma image around him became clearer and clearer. The old monk said softly: "Your Majesty, he and Jiang Su fought against each other, and finally died from Jiang Su's moves. Let the old monk snatch his body back."

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"Two of you need to remember the fatal wounds on his body. In the future, he will be better than Jiang Su." "As for Jiang Su..."

"The king's blade is quenched with poison. It is the captured [Fei Poison]. With the martial arts legendary military god Jiang Su's body, the poison is just like an ordinary poisonous sting to him. There is no

What harm."

"But in the end, the king chopped off Jiang Su's left eye with a knife."
To be continued...