"It is indeed a troubled time. We are preparing to take action against the West. On the other hand, some people want to take over my Chinese army. Tomorrow I will go to Xiangguo Temple and ask for the Eight Great Vajras. They should repay the favor they had done back then."
With a sigh, Wang Chao's voice was quite emotional.
Here, Zhiqiu listened to his father's words and felt a lot more at ease.
The so-called Eight Great Vajras are the external combat power of Xiangguo Temple, and each one of them is extremely powerful.
If they are willing to take action to protect the South China Sea, it will not be so easy for the enemy to succeed.
During the Revolution, Xiangguo Temple, including the temple, was almost demolished by a group of people. It was his father who used some means to preserve the foundation of Xiangguo Temple for thousands of years.
Therefore, the other party also owes a favor to his father.
More than twenty years ago, in order to find the emperor, the abbot of Xiangguo Temple performed a divination as a favor.
There is one remaining favor that my father has not allowed to be honored all these years, but this time he has to let it be honored for the sake of those people in Nanhai.
Although Buddhism does not care about worldly affairs.
However, these eight vajras are excepted. The eight are the guardian kings of the Buddhist Holy Land, specializing in killing.
In their Buddhist terms, it is to eliminate karma in the world.
However, from Zhiqiu's point of view, it is unclear whether this is really the case. To put it in a popular way, it feels like using violence to fight violence.
However, no matter what, these Eight Great Vajras are indeed an extremely powerful fighting force. If someone who is short-sighted were to send them to them, they would probably be destroyed in minutes as karma.
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The night was as cold as water, and suddenly it began to rain lightly in the middle of the night in Paris. The air was filled with a moist atmosphere. Through the rain curtain, you could see the lights of the bustling city in the distance.
And through the rain curtain, the emperor also saw the murderous intent in the dense forest surrounding the Atlantis Manor.
It was like this icy air, slowly approaching the manor from a distance, carrying a bone-chilling chill.
"It's almost two o'clock."
Next to her, Mia walked over and whispered: Not long ago, the emperor told her that someone was going to assassinate Mislow tonight.
This made her nerves, which had been soothed, become tense again.
The emperor asked her to go to sleep. After tossing and turning, she got up again and came over, bringing a black cloak to the emperor.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet? I'm here for you. Don't worry too much."
He gently rubbed Mia's purple waterfall-like hair with a hint of love and affection.
"If it were you, could you sleep?"
Looking at Huang, Mia said with a hint of anger, "You might as well not tell me, maybe I can sleep."
"I didn't think carefully. Master is awake."
"I woke up. I just drank a bowl of ginseng soup. Now I look much better."
"Well, let me stay in the house, and I will take care of it outside."
"Although I am fifty years old, I am not ready to hand over my life yet. Since there are people who want to die, just come here. You are young and you really treat me like a waste."
After a few slight coughs, Master Mislow's rich and slightly hoarse voice sounded behind him.
Looking back, the master walked over wearing a cloak similar to that of the emperor. Compared to a few hours ago, he seemed to look much better now.
"Haha, I don't dare to underestimate you, sir. I just feel that you don't need to take action on this matter. We young people can settle it."
With a chuckle, Huang took a few steps forward and touched the master's wrist to check for his pulse.
"Why don't you eat that sea soul? I'm sure it will be more effective than that ginseng soup."
Before this, Huang had suggested that the master take Haihun directly, believing that the injuries on his body would be restored to normal soon, but he refused.
"You kid, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are when you are not a family. You got a lot of sea souls in Pompeii, but those things are for life-saving purposes. My injury can recover on its own after two days of rest. I can't wait for these two days.
"
He smiled, knowing that the emperor meant well, but as the leader of a large family, Mislow understood the hardships of being a clan leader.
The genius treasure can indeed easily recover all injuries on the body, and even improve its own strength to a certain extent.
However, the treasures of genius are hard to come by, so use them as soon as you can.
"What my father means is that in a while, the Poseidon Treasure will be opened. By then, these things will be used and will have the effect of reversing the situation."
On the side, Mia explained.
She had also suggested it before, but her father rejected it for the same reason.
"I didn't think carefully, but sir, you really don't need to take action tonight."
Although the emperor despises this killer sent by the Holy Court in his heart, after dealing with him for these years, he understands how terrifying this organization is.
In addition, the master himself is strong, so the strength of the person who comes to assassinate him will not be much weaker.
Moreover, with so many eyes and ears outside, they also knew that tonight, with myself, my aunt, and the others, it would be a fierce battle.
"Come and kill me, I won't take action, just let me be a coward. If word spreads, I, Mislo, will still be around."
Mislow's eyes revealed strong confidence, "Even if I am really sick, they think they can just pluck the tiger's hair. Tonight, I will let him understand that I, Mislow, can not kill anyone."
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"But Master, your body, in case..."
The master's body has not fully recovered. If he is seriously injured again, it will be really not worth the gain.
"Xiao, don't worry so much. I know my own body well. Just wait for them to come."
"By the way, are they still in meditation?"
"Well, I took a look just now. According to this situation, they may need to enter meditation for two or three days."
He nodded. Just before, the emperor went to see his aunt and Qinglong. It seemed that the teachings given by the old senior had a great effect. At this moment, both of them had entered a deep state of concentration, and even the body-protecting aura around them
They all restrained themselves and started practicing with all their strength.
The emperor had never encountered this kind of situation with these two people before.
According to the vigilance of the two of them, it is impossible not to release the body-protecting Qi while practicing.
The only strength of this approach was that they all reached the point of breakthrough and needed to use all their energy to break through the shackles.
"It seems that the words of the old senior really have an effect on them. Anyway, let them practice hard. When the Poseidon Treasure is opened, they will play an even greater role."
Taking a deep breath, Mislow exhaled a stale breath and looked at the rain curtain outside.
"Yu Zhan, it's been years since I've had a real open battle with someone, but I'm somewhat hopeful, Mia."
"Father."
"Wake up all the servants and ask them to hide in the basement. I don't want irrelevant people to be harmed."
"yes."
Mia agreed and turned around to arrange the arrangements.
However, at this moment, a shrill scream suddenly came from the distant woods, which made her stop in her tracks.
Looking back, Huang and his father's expressions instantly became serious.
"What are you doing standing around, go quickly."
After shouting to his daughter, Mislow and the Emperor looked at each other and rushed out of the hall into the rain curtain.
By the time they went out, there were already figures in several directions beside the wall of the manor in the distance. Stephen, Fasi, Keser and the others were already strangled with them.
There were already many corpses lying on the ground.
"Not from the Holy Court."
Huang, who rushed over, leaned over and looked at the clothes of the corpse on the ground and made a judgment.
"He's from the Holy Court."
"yes."
The master's words surprised the emperor.
"In the entire West, except for the three major organizations, any organization may be a minion of the Holy Court. These are nothing more than cannon fodder."
"Don't say so much, just kill first."
With a cold snort, the master directly took out the Poseidon Trident and killed the crowd.
Huang hurriedly followed up, his hands flying coldly, and with three puffs of puffs, he wiped the necks of the three killers who had just leaped over the wall.
Looking at the other side, the trident in the master's hand also flew up, killing four or five people in just a few seconds.
The efficiency is actually much higher than his.
"I don't agree with you."
The emperor sighed with emotion and became so proud that he rushed to the crowd not to be outdone.
"Brother, they are all trash. Why did you and the master come out? Let us solve it."
While killing, Stephen said jokingly.
"Kill them first. These are just the first batch of cannon fodder. I don't think you can get involved in the rest."
With a slight snort, the emperor quickly reminded him of Stephen's relaxation of vigilance.
The biggest reason why these guys didn't improve as fast as themselves and enter the top ten killers was that they were a little arrogant.
Once you feel you have the upper hand, you feel a little lost.
Upon hearing the emperor's words, Stephen, Fasai, Keser and Baixiong looked much more serious in an instant.
The movements of his hands, which were still fluttery, became much faster, and in a short time, a large piece of it was killed.
In less than five minutes, hundreds of corpses were lying in front of the entire manor.
The five emperors were originally born as killers. The principle of a killer is to kill people. They don't pay attention to too fancy skills. Killing is the first priority.
Therefore, the moves of the five emperors were either aimed at the chest and heart, or directed at the throat, without any unnecessary movements.
On the other hand, Master Mislow is also a ruthless character. He would lightly pick the opponent's throat with his trident, causing blood to splatter, and he didn't care.
It has quite a bit of a murderous feel to it.
However, tonight the Holy Court was originally directed at him, so the number of people surrounding him was also the largest.
In addition, the master is injured and cannot use all his strength. It seems a bit difficult to deal with dozens of people.
The emperor roared and rushed in. A few rushes disrupted the people surrounding the master. "Master, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm just pretending, there are people outside looking at us." The moment he turned around, Mislow blinked at the emperor, his eyes shining brightly.
