Chapter 158: A lazy review of Hua Cong, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king!
Li Zijun looked at the people in heaven through the car window with his eyes calmly.
He was almost indifferent to this terrifying, violent aura that could annihilate everything in an instant.
He was wrapped in a black cloak and wore a dark mask on his head, with a strange ring-like ring on the mask.
There is more than one man like this, and there are no less than eight various auras vaguely floating behind him, but all of them, without exception, are evil.
Li Zijun looked at the appearance of the ring carefully, and suddenly Eryou's voice came to his ears:
"Miss, please sit down and don't look."
Eryou looked at the few people above the sky solemnly. The spiritual energy around him was surging, protecting the entire oxcart.
The collision just now instantly destroyed all visible objects within half a mile of the surrounding area. It was only a slight collision, and you immediately judged the strength of the man who took action in your heart.
At least above the peak of returning to the void, but definitely not up to the strength of Hedao. In the entire twenty-one states, the number of Hedao monks on the surface can be counted on one hand. How could a evil cultivator suddenly appear?
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But even so, a full-strength blow from Half-step Hedao is definitely not something that a person at the peak of his return to the void can stop. Who in the entire twenty-one states has such great skill to try to assassinate the daughter of a Confucian sage?
So it is obvious that this person is definitely not an assassination, his purpose is even more clear, it is very likely... to capture him alive!
Smoke and dust scattered.
"Mr. Eryou, I would like to invite Miss Zijun to be my guest."
"But it seems that sir won't cooperate."
"go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying light flashed in the masked man's eyes.
The next moment, outside Jinling City, a thick evil aura rose straight into the sky.
The masked man flicked his fingers, and a little star of black death energy shot out from between his fingers. At first, it was just a tiny bit in the huge sky, and then it got bigger and bigger, reaching dozens of times in front of Eryou's bullock cart.
By the time it reaches 10 feet, it is already as strong as a mountain.
Infinite Taoist mottos suddenly appeared all over you, and if a halo surrounded you, you shouted:
"It's a square circle, but it doesn't move!"
Eryou's figure remained motionless, with countless rays of light crossing in front of him.
Then not only did the black death energy split into two, but the golden motto also emitted rays of light on its own, which instantly reflected back towards the man in black above the sky, connecting to the sky and the earth, on the sky.
It creates a turbulent vision.
The cultivation methods of Confucianism and Taoism are essentially the same, but one is to cultivate the heaven and earth to temper the soul, and the other is to cultivate merit and condensation.
The wider the spread of the poems handed down from ancient times and the more people they educate, the greater the power of merit and virtue they contain, and then the more powerful they become.
The masked man above the sky squinted his eyes, looking at the golden light appearing between the sky and the earth, and laughed:
"It's interesting. That old guy from the National Preceptor has some skills!"
"..."
In the middle of the roar, with a move of his big hand, his big sleeves fluttering, several figures appeared behind him in an instant, standing in different directions, completely blocking the direction of the bullock cart!
The black evil energy fell from the sky in an endless stream, as if weaving a dragnet with no intention of stopping.
Pieces of black air drifted across the land, so all life was instantly annihilated, and all vegetation withered. Under the nourishment of this vitality, the black air was long or short, thick and happy, and some could even reach tens of feet!
Xiao Xiaoran fell.
Eryou took a deep breath, and in the black death formation composed of several people, he stamped his feet suddenly, and a circle of aura of golden light, as majestic as the tide of the river and sea, was centered at his feet and quickly moved around.
The ground spread out like a circle of large ripples.
Destroy everything!
The black death energy is still coming from the sky, the sky is rolling with demonic clouds, heavy ink covers the sky, and there are faint thunders!
Seeing this scene, Eryou felt awe-inspiring in his heart for a moment, and now he has understood in his heart.
These evil spirits want to drain the spiritual energy in their bodies!
But knowing the masked man's thoughts, Eryou had no choice but to do anything. If he were alone, no matter what the eight people were, he could escape safely. But the daughter of the Confucian saint was among them, so he could only wave his sleeves to face the enemy.
The Confucian disciples around him had already been eroded by this black death aura and died!
In the bullock cart, Li Zijun put his hands in front of his knees, feeling the violent aura around him, and silently circulating the three Confucian auras in his body.
The brain is running rapidly, recalling everything carefully.
--boom!
The terrifying spiritual energy bloomed in an instant less than ten feet away from Li Zijun, and the deafening sound almost made him faint.
Thick black energy spread over a radius of several miles centered on the man in Er Youtong's mask.
That golden light was like a lonely boat in the sea, floating resolutely and could be overturned at any time.
I don't know how long it took, but the bullock cart was overturned in an instant. Eryou spit out a big mouthful of blood. The golden light around him dimmed. He raised his hand and a spiritual energy came to protect Li Zijun.
Everything that could be seen was filled with ruins, and all the places within a radius of several miles were turned into nothingness under this terrifying evil aura!
The masked man's five fingers were pressed together, his nails were like pitch-black swords, and he strode toward the ruins made of soil.
Then a hand suddenly stretched out from under the ruins, and with a crash, Eryou slowly stood up, but his complexion was dark, and the golden aura around him was gradually dissipating. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured.
Seeing this scene, the masked man's eyes lit up, and he already knew that Eryou in front of him had run out of oil and was almost at the end of his life.
Immediately after he roared, the evil energy around him suddenly surged, and then the dark evil energy that gathered from several people became a thin line until he was in front of you.
The terrifying evil aura grew bigger and bigger in Eryou's eyes.
The next moment, a sacred scroll appeared in front of Eryou, blocking this terrifying evil spirit. This evil spirit could not move even half a step forward!
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The masked man was startled, and said to himself, "Oh no, the Confucian people have arrived!"
Then a sword suddenly flew out of the sky!
The name of this sword is - "De."
In an instant, it penetrated the masked man, and the black air dissipated from the sky. The masked man covered his chest, with blood flowing between his fingers, and staggered backwards.
Then above the sky, the sage energy became strong, and a plain voice echoed in the sky:
"How to repay kindness? Repay evil with straightness and repay kindness with kindness."
"..."
Sonorous——
A sword hovered across the entire sky! Infinite golden light spread all over the body.
Then it suddenly passed through one of the masked man's arms, leaving a serious scar on his hand!
The masked man suppressed the fear in his heart, held down his injured hand, and roared:
"Er Yuan!"
This person is the great disciple of the Confucian sage. He has reached the middle stage of Hedao as early as hundreds of years ago. Now he does not know what state he is in. Facing him, he can only die, and there is absolutely no chance of surviving!
Seeing this scene, Mask's heart sank, and he hurriedly stopped the blood on his hands, and then his whole body instantly turned into a black shadow and floated into the distance.
If I missed this time, I don’t know if I will still have the chance to get the three Confucian Qi!
The sound of swords rang out, and the remaining people who had not yet had time to escape saw the evil energy in their entire bodies escaping crazily, being pierced by the sword light, and then instantly exploded in the air.
Eryou quickly yelled at Eryuan above the sky:
"Senior brother, stay alive!"
Several masked men looked at each other, knowing that they could not escape. The next moment, blood filled the sky and turned into a black mist that dissipated between the sky and the earth.
"Miss!"
A middle-aged man held the sword of righteousness and slowly floated down from the sky. He took out a Qi-blood pill from the storage ring and flicked it into Eryou's mouth.
"Brother, why are you here? Thank you for being here."
"..."
Er Lu sat cross-legged on the ground, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and kept breathing to absorb the medicinal power. He looked thoughtfully at the De sword in Er Yuan's hand and said.
Er Yuan helped Li Zijun up, and then continued to transport the spiritual energy in his body into Er You's body, smiled and said:
"Master ordered me to go to Xuanxuantian once to get a pot of Qiong Shui. I happened to pass by this place and felt the broken token of the Confucian Sect, so I came here."
"Fortunately, it's not too late."
"..."
Li Zijun calmed down the blood in his heart, and the three Confucian qi reverberated around his body. He gave a gentle salute to Er Yuan, then slowly walked to Er Yuan, bowed deeply, and said softly:
"Zijun, thank you uncle for saving your life!"
Eryou smiled and said:
"There is no need to be polite, Miss. It is your mission this time to protect Miss."
Then his eyes turned to the slender golden sword on Er Yuan's waist. As if he felt Er Lu's gaze, Er You smiled and said:
"This mission was a little difficult. Master specially gave this sword a use. But fortunately, it did come in handy. The masked man who escaped was probably not low in cultivation. He joined the Tao in half a step.
Eleven States must also be a rare master!"
"..."
But as soon as the words fell, the eyes of the two people did become much heavier.
In the ancient Nanfeng Kingdom, the daughter of a Confucian sage was assassinated openly? This is simply a ridiculous thing.
I'm afraid there is some unknown terrorist conspiracy brewing behind the twenty-one states.
The evil spirit has not been seen for many years.
With the sun shining brightly in his eyes, Li Zijun adjusted his ruqi, and then walked towards the piece of golden light flashing on the ground. He stared at the golden sign on the ground, picked it up gently, and got two
In front of the person, Youyou said:
"Have you two uncles ever seen this pattern?"
"..."
Hearing Li Zijun's words, Er Yuan and Er You both turned around and stared at the golden ring-like sign in Li Zijun's hand. They pondered for a long time and shook their heads.
Li Zijun looked at this familiar pattern thoughtfully and continued:
"Have those two uncles ever heard of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Kung Fu?"
Heaven-swallowing demon power?
Hearing this technique, Er Yuan frowned, thought carefully for a while and replied:
"I seem to have heard someone say it before, but isn't that what the Miao clan uses to practice Gu?"
"..."
Not long after, a large number of monks arrived and surrounded Li Zijun. Then a middle-aged man rushed over with a nervous look on his face. Seeing that Li Zijun was intact, he quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead and spoke.
road:
"Miss Zijun, are you okay?"
Li Zijun looked at the slightly fat old man in front of him with a smile and said with a smile:
"Thank you to the Lord of Jinling City. Zijun's health is not serious. Thanks to the timely arrival of the Lord of Jinling City..."
"..."
Eryou took a step forward, with a sneer on his lips, looked at the fat man in front of him, shouted and reprimanded:
"Arrived in time? Why don't you come later? If senior brother hadn't come, your position as city lord would have been over."
"If something unexpected happens to the daughter of the Imperial Preceptor in Jinling City, can you bear it?"
"..."
The Lord of Jinling City shrank his neck, looked at Eryou in front of him, and said nothing.
The corners of his mouth were full of bitterness, and he muttered in his heart, even if you are at the peak of returning to the void, you are no match for the killer, so what will happen if you go by yourself?
Li Zijun quickly turned around, smiled at Eryou, offered another salute, and said softly:
"Uncle, it's okay! It's not the city lord's fault."
"Isn't Zijun okay? My uncle is seriously injured. He will stay in Jinling City for a few days to recover from his injuries before leaving."
"..."
After a pause, his eyes looked at the corpses lying on the ground again. He walked forward gently, leaned down, stretched out his delicate hands and smoothed the corpse's unclosed eyes.
The wind picked up and blew gently, but the faint smell of blood still lingered in the air.
"Uncle, take them away together."
"go home together."
"..."
Li Zijun raised his head and looked at the two of them, with a slight splash of water in his eyes.
These people died because of themselves, so at least they shouldn't have fallen here, in this messy place.
Er Yuan pursed his lips and made no sound. He looked at the graceful woman in front of him quietly, and then let out a long sigh.
Once again, he was surrounded by a crowd and walked into the ox cart's magic weapon. Li Zijun blinked his long eyelashes and held the golden plaque in his hand.
He opened a curtain of curtains and stared blankly out the window, looking at the Jinling City. After an unknown amount of time, he finally murmured to himself:
"That masked man, he called the National Master."
"They are from the south wind."
"..."
After this assassination, it seemed that she was once again one step closer to the truth in her heart.
In a daze, there was a dull pain in his chest.
That gentle person seemed to appear in front of Li Zijun's eyes, with the same beautiful mouth, but compared to this life, it seemed that there was more loneliness and a hint of helplessness in that person's eyes.
A picture emerged in my mind. In the picture, there was a gentle and smiling woman. She met that white shirt at the Old Town God's Temple in Jiangnan.
Then the man walked towards her, but she couldn't see his face clearly.
I only remember that night, he said he was afraid, he asked himself how he could not be afraid, and he said he liked listening to poetry.
It was also that night, the heaven and earth visions caused by the poems that filled the sky never stopped. Like fireworks, the fireworks illuminated the dark mountains and illuminated the silent City God's Temple.
He heard the most beautiful poems in the world, one after another flowing from his mouth. She leaned in his arms and he smiled softly.
Until dawn, I asked him if I could see him again? He said yes.
Later, that day a hundred years later, having just experienced the Great Desolation, Li Zijun turned his back to the man in Wu Nian Pavilion in the south of the Yangtze River.
Wearing a light blue skirt, she gently bowed her head by the lotus pond. Flowers are similar to people, with two kinds of gentleness.
The sun was just right that day, not too thick or too strong.
At the end of May, the peach and plum trees are silent, and the new lotus stamens in the pond are secretly blooming.
Ask him yourself: "Do I have to do it?"
He smiled bitterly, the sword in his hand shining with a cold light.
With a sword piercing his heart, she lay on his chest, smelling the good smell on his body, and seemed to feel his body trembling.
A few drops of snowflakes bloom like plum blossoms.
Maybe I was the only one who saw his tears.
When will we know each other when we miss each other? How could we not know each other before?
Take a lazy look back at Huacong, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king!
Li Zijun's eyes opened gently, and tears covered her delicate cheeks.