Chapter 976: Only those who hold Frostmourne are the masters of the Netherworld
On the road between Netherworld Santu River and Wushou City, a group of expressionless black warriors were waving their weapons and engaging in a fierce battle with a group of monks wearing gray robes.
Although almost all of these monks are practicing monks, and except for a few, most of the rest are monks at the level of Buddhist Arhats, and a considerable number of them are even Bodhisattva-level earthly immortals.
It is comparable to the Immortal Capital and cannot be said to be unpowerful; while most of the black armored warriors on the opposite side only have the strength to build foundations. Even the strong ones among them are only at the Arhat level. In terms of high-end combat power, they are completely
You can't compare with these great monks.
But none of these black warriors are afraid of death. Even if they deliberately create opportunities to die together, they will drag the monks on the opposite side to die together. Moreover, the number of people is endless, and the old batch has not all fallen yet.
, a new batch has rushed out from the City of Fuidou, brandishing weapons...
"Buddha Emperor!"
Monk Song casually slapped a black soldier who was charging toward him with his claws and fangs, knocking him to the ground. Before the force of his palm was gone, he punched a deep pit in the opponent's chest.
But this injury, which would be fatal even if it were placed on a practitioner, did not seem to cause much harm to the black armored man. After his body rolled on the ground twice, he actually got up again and continued to wave.
He rushed towards Monk Song with his weapon drawn.
Monk Song once again knocked the opponent away with one palm, and then turned to look at the great monk Zhizhi who was covered with bruises under Kong Qingfei's sword.
"There are more and more people rebelling now. Emperor Buddha, you are extremely wise. Please think of a way quickly...let Prince Jiancheng control these moving corpses!"
"Hahaha……"
Before the great monk Zhizhi could speak, the Taoist priest Qing Weizi in white who was fighting with him suddenly spoke.
"What you said, Monk Song, is really embarrassing this wise master. The Knights of the Black Blade are not his subordinates of the Fahua Sect. How do you want him to solve this problem?"
Following the words, Taoist priest Kong Qing in white suddenly took two steps back, grabbed the flying Gu Chen sword, and his eyes instantly became sharp.
"Master Wisdom, now that your golden body has been broken, I want to see how you can take the sword from me!"
The next moment, I saw Kong Qing's hand holding the sword wave flatly in the direction of the wise old monk!
"Xuanyuan Fu is too weak!"
Whoosh!
After a soft sound, a white-gold sword light shot out from the Guchen sword in Kong Qing's hand, like a torrent of history, with a majestic momentum, towards the wise old monk whose golden body had been cut by Kong Qing.
flew over.
"well!"
When he saw the majestic platinum sword energy in front of him, the wise old monk's face instantly showed a look of relief or regret. He clasped his hands together and sighed softly.
"It's a pity that the old monk will never see the great prosperity of Buddhism again..."
puff!
The white-gold sword light flashed past, passing over the wise old monk's body, and then all the way back, hitting several monks and armored men behind him who were tightly entangled by black armored men and could not leave in time.
They were all chopped into two pieces, and then they flew across the Santu River and disappeared into the depths of the netherworld.
Whoosh!
Just when the soul of Master Wisdom had just appeared, a golden light flashed by, and his soul that had just left the body disappeared.
"The Buddha Emperor actually..."
After seeing the wise old monk cut off by Kong Qing's sword, Monk Song immediately let out a cry of surprise.
"How can this be!"
"How is this impossible!"
As soon as Monk Song finished speaking, he heard Kong Qing's voice coming from beside him.
"I have spent several years throwing the entire Netherworld to you as bait. I have finally led you Buddhist masters into this dead situation. How can you come back..."
"..."
After hearing Kong Qing's words, Monk Song suddenly had a look of disbelief on his face.
"It turns out that all this happened to you Qingwei... No, this is impossible. How old are you? How could you have spent several years setting up Netherworld and luring us into taking the bait? And..."
Having said this, Monk Song's eyes had already fallen on Li Jiancheng on the side.
"Isn't it true that Prince Jiancheng used the divine sword in his hand to lead the underworld into the underworld one by one, and then merged it together?"
"Of course!"
After hearing Monk Song's explanation, the corners of Kong Qing's mouth suddenly turned up slightly.
"If Li Jiancheng hadn't had a little use in opening up the Netherworld at that time, how could Pindao have given Frostmourne... the Frostmourne Divine Sword into his hands!"
"What did you say, Yaodao?"
After hearing Kong Qing's words, Li Jiancheng, who was waving the Frost Sorrow Divine Sword in vain, suddenly turned to look at him in surprise, with an unbelievable look in his eyes.
"You gave the Divine Sword of Frost to Gu... Impossible. This sword was given to Gu by God and has nothing to do with you!"
"God gave it to you...hehe!"
As soon as Li Jiancheng finished speaking, he saw that Kong Qing had looked at him with unclear eyes, then chuckled and pointed at the two-handed sword in his hand that was shining with blue light.
"You can ask Frostmourne yourself whether it was given to you by God or by a poor man... Oh! I have forgotten it. Now that Frostmourne has abandoned you, even if you want to follow
It communicates, and it doesn’t care about you anymore!”
"What nonsense are you talking about..."
After hearing Kong Qing's words, a look of panic flashed across Li Jiancheng's face.
"Gu and Shuangmian Divine Sword are one body, Gu is its destined master, how could it ignore Gu!"
"Your...hehe!"
Kong Qing smiled slightly, and then slowly took a step towards Li Jiancheng and Monk Song.
"Li Jiancheng, Pindao, let me tell you the real fact now!"
"fact……"
Looking at Kong Qing who was stepping forward, Li Jiancheng felt a little scared. He couldn't help but take a step back and spoke.
"What fact?"
"..."
Kong Qing did not answer Li Jiancheng's question directly, but showed him a mysterious smile, then stretched out his hand, waved towards him, and said to himself.
"Come back, Frostmourne!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Jiancheng felt that the Frostmourne Divine Sword in his hand instantly broke free. Although he tried hard to hold the hilt of the sword and tried to stop the other party from leaving, it was to no avail. Frostmourne was still there.
It fell away from his hand bit by bit, as if there was a powerful invisible man opposite him holding the sword body, competing with him for this divine sword.
Every time the hilt of the sword fell away from his hand, Li Jiancheng felt a little bit lost in his heart, as if a part of him had also fallen off from his body along with the long sword.
A few seconds later, the blue two-handed sword had completely separated from Li Jiancheng's hand, and then flew straight to Kong Qing's outstretched palm, and obediently handed the hilt of his sword to the opponent's palm.
Whoosh!
As Kong Qing's hand grasped the hilt of the Frostmourne sword, a circle of blue light also appeared from the two of them, and then began to spread to the surroundings, sweeping away all the undead and all the people present.
The living.
"Li Jiancheng, the fact Pindao said is..."
Kong Qing held Frostmourne in his hand, pointed forward like a certain person, and deliberately spoke in a low voice.
"This Frostmourne has always belonged to Pindao, and you are just Pindao. In order to use the dragon energy in your body to open up the Netherworld, I gave it to you for use temporarily. Now that Netherworld has been established, the Lotus Sect and
The rest of the Buddhist monks have also been dragged into the water by you and have become cults wanted by the court... The situation has been decided and you are no longer useful!"
"No!"
After hearing Kong Qing's words, Li Jiancheng immediately shook his head and let out a panicked cry.
"You are talking nonsense... The Divine Sword of Frost Mourning was given to Gu by God. Gu is the destined Lord of the Netherworld and the King of Ghosts..."
"Lord of the Netherworld, King of Ghosts... Hahaha!"
As soon as Li Jiancheng finished speaking, he heard Kong Qing, who was holding Frostmourne, sneer.
"Li Jiancheng, Pindao will tell you another fact. Only those who hold Frostmourne are lichs... No, the Lord of the Netherworld, the King of Ghosts! If you don't believe it, Pindao will let you take a look!"
With that said, Kong Qing raised Frostmourne in his hand and shouted loudly towards the Black Blade Knights in front of him.
"Knights of the Knights of the Ebon Blade, now pledge allegiance to your new king!"
"No! It's impossible..."
As soon as Kong Qing finished speaking, he heard Li Jiancheng retreating, shaking his head, and speaking hastily.
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"They won't listen to you, because Gucai is the destined Lord of the Netherworld and the King of Ghosts!"
Before Li Jiancheng could finish his words, a Taoist priest wearing black robes and carrying a rune sword appeared beside them in the blink of an eye.
"Zuo Youxian, you came just in time..."
After seeing the Taoist priest appear, Li Jiancheng seemed to have found his savior. He hurriedly pointed at Kong Qing and said to the Taoist priest.
"Hurry up and use the flying sword to kill Qingwei, the demon!"
"..."
Then, Li Jiancheng saw Zuo Youxian glance at him with cold blue eyes without any expression, then turned around and knelt down on one knee in front of Kong Qing with a plop.