Chapter 2147 I am no longer the plateau lion Li Mixia
It was only then that the leader of the Xiangxiong Kingdom, Li Mixia, who had been imprisoned for almost two or three years and was completely numb both physically and mentally, opened his eyes in shock.
His face was full of disbelief as he looked at the bloody corpse on the ground and the two religious figures who calmly dealt with the murder.
Cheng Jie stepped directly over Li Mixia, and with the vicious weapon in his hand, he struck the unconscious Tubo dead soldier hard on the neck without hesitation.
The unconscious Tubo soldier suddenly opened his eyes wide, covered his neck with his hands, and opened his mouth, but could not make any sound.
"Third Young Master, what should we do with that guy?" Cheng Jie sniffed and shook off the blood on the sharp weapon in his hand.
The evil and bloodthirsty eyes fell on Master Yinshu, who was sitting on the floor of the dungeon with a confused look on his face.
"No, no, no, this senior brother of mine is from Shangzhong and will never be with the Tubo people."
Master Jiacuo quickly explained with a chill in his heart that he had previously felt that there were too many Tibetan people and it would be too dangerous to implement the plan.
Now it seems that King Cheng and his men are the most dangerous creatures, okay?
Unexpectedly, King Cheng was not only good at using the thunder, but also had good leg skills along the way. With a few lightning-fast kicks, he directly turned the disadvantageous situation into an advantageous situation.
It was just a little hurt for his companions. At this moment, both Yin Shu and Rondo were grinning and rubbing their buttocks, with black lines on their faces, looking at King Cheng with anger but not words.
Master Jiacuo suppressed his discomfort at the strong smell of blood and bowed respectfully to Li Mixia, the leader of Xiangxiong Kingdom who was sitting down.
"The poor monk meets the Lord of Xiangxiong. This is our Bon Religion Protector, the Chief of the Governor's Office of Yaozhou in the Tang Dynasty, Cheng Chubi, the grandson of the Tang Dynasty, Taibao, and the warriors under his command."
"The Protector of the Bon Religion, the Taibao of the Tang Dynasty, the Governor of Yaozhou..."
Li Mixia stared blankly at Cheng Chubi, repeating Master Jiacuo's introduction with some disbelief.
Tang Dynasty? A high-ranking official from Tang Dynasty appeared here, and he was also the protector of the Bon religion. How is this possible?
"Is he the Lord Li Mixia Li?"
When Cheng Chubi saw the other party's dull look, he couldn't help but feel a little headache. He patted the pale Master Rondo next to him and asked.
Master Jiacuo on the side directly jumped in and answered.
"Yes, he is. The poor monk has seen him several times and can be sure that he is Li Mixia."
After hearing this, Li Mixia, the skinny leader of Xiangxiong Kingdom, showed a strange smile and slowly shook his head.
"No, I am no longer the plateau lion Li Mixia of the past..."
"???" The two Cheng family members and Master Jiacuo and his disciples all looked at Li Mixia in confusion, who suddenly made such a very literary and self-pitying statement.
Then they saw the leader of the Xiangxiong Kingdom and slowly raised his hands. Cheng Sanlang and others all shrank their pupils.
Li Mixia's original hands were already severed at the wrists, and there were no strong hands on them that could hold weapons.
Even if you want to attack someone, you don't even have a fist.
"How dare they do this." Master Jiacuo couldn't help but change his face, but he remembered that when he came to see Li Mixia, his hands were still there.
Li Mixia looked at her bare wrists with a sigh on her face and said in a deep voice.
"Before, I wanted to die...with these hands, I killed several Tubo people."
"It doesn't matter, you don't have to die now." Cheng Chubi pursed his lips and lifted up Li Mixia, who was so thin that only his skeleton was left.
"Uncle Jie, send the signal."
Cheng Jie nodded, picked up a bamboo whistle and stuffed it into his mouth, puffing his cheeks vigorously. In an instant, a sharp and piercing whistle sounded.
Almost at the moment the whistle sounded, everyone in the dungeon heard the muffled sounds and squeaks coming from outside.
Soon, a member of the Cheng family holding a bloody long knife opened the cell door.
"It's all settled, young master, come out quickly."
When Cheng Chubi and others helped Li Mixia out of the dungeon, the sky became darker and darker. At this time, Angri Qianhu, who was impatient with waiting, raised his arm and waved.
The Dasong Baihu, who had already formed his team long ago, took the lead without hesitation and was about to step into the courtyard gate.
As soon as I walked a few steps into the courtyard gate, I saw the dim front, which seemed to be a small incense burner with a lit incense inserted in it.
He subconsciously twisted his butt, took a step to the side, and started to curse.
"What kind of bastard would throw something away without checking to see if it's there..."
Angri Qianhu, who was standing not far from the temple gate, suddenly felt a bright light flash before his eyes, just like the sun suddenly flashed in the temple.
Then, a huge, earth-shaking roar suddenly exploded in his ears. Angri Qianhu instantly felt his ears sting so much that he stumbled backwards and fell.
Dasong Baihu, who was less than two steps away from the violent explosion, was torn apart like a rag doll, then violently thrown out and flew into the distance...
The Tibetan archers standing above the stone wall, as well as the Tibetan soldiers stationed on the platform, looked at the temple gate that emitted a dazzling white light and a loud noise with completely frightened faces.
Everyone's minds went blank and they didn't understand what was happening. This was definitely not the power of human power.
Just like in the legend, the gods are angry and punish the world with thunder.
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Just when a huge roar roared from the platform, the Cheng family members below reacted immediately.
They took out pieces of cigarette cakes and lit them, then threw them towards the mountain road. Soon, in the last afterglow.
Rolling thick smoke of various colors began to spread along the hillside and upward.
After the first grenade exploded, another member of the Cheng family who was already ready lit the smoke bomb that he had already held in his hand.
He also threw it towards the entrance of the temple. The smoke bomb happened to cross the threshold and landed outside the door.
Soon, green billowing smoke began to overflow from the entrance of the temple and spread in all directions.
At this moment, another hand mist passed through the strange green smoke and landed outside the temple.
A few blinks later, there was another earth-shattering explosion, once again like a sharp steel needle, piercing the ears of all the Tubo soldiers.
Angri Qianhu, who was immediately rushed forward by his loyal guards and pulled back toward the stone wall, finally escaped the second explosion.
Then Kankan sat up, shook his dizzy head, and looked at the strange green smoke ahead.
I stared at the Tibetan warriors lying on the ground, rolling and struggling near the entrance of the temple, and my mind was already in a mess...