Just as Sang left the alley with the Dragon Turtle Picture, the woman in the red dress appeared inexplicably and was already attacking Zhao Zhenren.
At this time, dark bamboos from all directions surrounded the surroundings.
The people who were participating in the temple fair nearby seemed not to notice. They all wore Nuo opera masks and looked happily at the mountain of swords and sea of fire being performed not far away.
In the middle of the performance, which was like a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, stood two people wearing masks.
One of their masks was red, the other was plain white, and they stood motionless, looking like two elders.
As for the people cheering all around, some faint light overflowed from their bodies and gradually fell into their bodies.
At the same time, the mountain of swords and the sea of fire suddenly exploded.
What he saw in front of him was a huge mask the size of a house.
The mask looked extremely fierce, with black fire emitting from its entire body.
"snort!"
Accompanied by a muffled groan, it was like thunder in the sky.
The dragons and lions who were performing in all directions rose into the air one after another, and seemed to be piled up under the huge mask.
Gradually... it turned into a giant-like posture.
"Eighty King!"
"Eighty King!"
"Eighty King!"
The people wearing masks all around cheered and cheered.
The two people wearing the masks of the Eighty King looked at each other and quietly entered the firelight below the Eighty King without anyone noticing.
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At the same time, Bailu Tu, who was escaping in a hurry, followed the lively crowd and came to another place.
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This place is close to Ning Mansion. In front of the gate, Zhang Lin is standing there.
Behind them, some masked servants and maids took out some blood food made in the kitchen and placed it on the dining table that had just been set up in the courtyard.
At this moment, Zhang Lin was holding the mask of the Eighty-year King in her hand. She looked at the Eighty-year King not far away and gradually transformed into a giant, with an incomprehensible look in her eyes.
And in the corners of her eyes, there seemed to be some white feathers.
There is even a little cinnabar mark between the eyebrows.
Seeing Bai Lu coming back in a hurry, Zhang Lin frowned: "Huh? Are you injured?"
Bailu Tu snorted coldly:
"The Dragon Turtle really has his own plans."
"He successfully contacted the Lord, but he only asked the Lord to draw his portrait!"
"You are a fool after all, and you are satisfied with this!"
Zhang Lin shook her head:
"Dragon Turtle was the most seriously injured back then, just like me."
"In this case, he naturally hopes to take advantage of it."
"It doesn't matter, as long as Montenegro doesn't take advantage."
"On my side, the sacrifices to be offered to the Eighty Kings are about to be prepared."
Bai Lutu frowned:
"Danhe, why are you the only one here?"
"Where are Mr. Sungwang and Mrs. Xiayun?"
Dan He, who transformed into Zhang Lin, had an incomprehensible look in his eyes:
"Bai Lu, why are you so naive?"
"We, the Ten Immortals, have experienced the destruction of the Gouli Dynasty, the betrayal of our master, and each other's schemes."
"Nowadays... everyone is just doing it to make themselves live a better life."
"Back then, Sunlight Jin Weng and Mrs. Xiangyun were the eldest among us. When the Lord was away, they were like our elders."
"But... they made their own choice after all."
"Today, I used the mask of the Eighty King to stimulate their awakening of consciousness, but they... are not willing to cooperate with us."
"In the final analysis...they are the people who are most loyal to their lord..."
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"Boom!"
The woman in the red dress already has a black bamboo stick in her hand.
With a gentle tap of the black bamboo stick, the bamboo leaves peeled off from the rustling bamboos all around, like sharp blades, strangling Zhenren Zhao.
"Hide behind me!" Zhao Zhenren dragged Acheng behind him and waved the big sword on his back.
"boom!"
The big sword pierced the ground, and under the broken gravel, golden spells flashed from the sword.
The talisman turned into golden light and enveloped Zhao Zhenren and Acheng.
The moment the bamboo leaves collided, the huge golden barrier seemed to be unable to protect it!
"Um?"
Zhao Zhenren frowned:
"I thought it was an ordinary spirit, but I never thought... this aura... is a bit similar to that of Lord Changsheng just now?"
"It seems that we need to use some real skills!"
Immediately, Zhenren Zhao formed a seal with his hands, and a golden light flashed in his eyes:
"Mumn na Li Nan, Suosuo Na Li Nan, Suosuo Na Li Nan, mumble together protect the Nan, mumble together protect the Nan..."
As the Lushan Mantra was recited, wisps of inexplicable light descended on Zhao Zhenren.
"Wow!"
Zhao Zhenren pulled out a golden sword and held a magic bell. He bowed slightly and rushed towards the woman in the red dress in front of him.
"Huh? Divine power?"
The woman in the red dress was slightly startled.
Holding the black bamboo staff in both hands, he instantly blocked the attack of Zhenren Zhao's golden sword.
However:
"jingle!"
The Dharma bell rang, Master Zhao's voice was like thunder, and lightning crackled in his eyes:
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"The evildoer shall be punished!"
In an instant, thunder light gathered from the sky and suddenly fell down. With the blessing of the golden sword and magic bell, it condensed into a thunder and lightning palm!
The huge palm suddenly slapped the woman in the red dress.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Amidst the mournful wailing, the woman in the red dress suddenly retreated, using ink bamboos from all directions to protect herself.
"Now I want to hide and dream!"
Under the anger of Zhenren Zhao, he sprinted like a tiger, leopard and jackal, and the lightning wrapped around his body directly smashed the black bamboo.
In the blink of an eye, he came to the woman in the red dress.
With a ray of sword light, the woman in the red dress immediately pressed the black bamboo stick in front of her face.
"Hiss!"
The black bamboo staff split directly into two!
The woman in the red dress also got a chance to breathe and took a few steps back.
"Huh...huh..." The woman in the red dress panted slightly: "Who are you? Ordinary Taoist priests don't have such methods as you!"
Master Zhao smiled coldly: "Zhao Yuecheng, the red-headed mage of Lushan Sect!"
"On the other hand, you look like a demon but not a demon, and you have a hint of divinity."
"Where did the evil thing come from!"
The woman in the red dress angrily said:
"Be presumptuous, you are the evil one!"
"My status is so noble, how can I allow you to blaspheme it!"
As if she had been stabbed in pain, a new black bamboo stick appeared in the hand of the woman in the red dress, and she rushed towards Zhao Zhenren again.
This time, the attack was even more rapid.
The broken bamboo leaves left traces on the ground and all around, like marks struck by swords.
However, Zhao Zhenren's protective lightning was extremely powerful, and the golden sword and magic bell seemed to naturally suppress the offensive of the woman in the red dress.
And while the fight between the two sides was in full swing, Acheng, who was looking worried not far behind him, suddenly noticed someone tapping his shoulder.
Ah Cheng turned around and looked, stunned.
The person in front of me... was actually the barbarian at the entrance of the village that I saw in Heishan Village during the day.
However, at this time, this barbarian's dress was specious and looked a bit strange.
A plain white robe, very crude, with a simple pine tree pattern embroidered on it.
Moreover, the man's face was very pale, like ice and snow.
When I got slightly closer, I even felt... a bone-chilling chill!
"Brother, you..."
The man smiled slightly and said smoothly:
"My surname is Chen Minghao."
"But... my real name... is... Cedar!"
After saying that, a snow-white banana fan appeared in Chen Hao's hand, and he grabbed Acheng's shoulder with one hand.
"Stop it all."
The words of stopping were accompanied by a burst of frost and flying snow.
Zhenren Zhao turned around and saw that Acheng had been captured again. He couldn't help but said angrily:
"Why are you so stupid, you don't know how to hide yourself?"
Ah Cheng opened his mouth, then lowered his head with a wry smile.
"Mo Zhu, stop it."
"Hmph! I can still fight! Cedar! Why do I have to stop!"
"Hey, did you really not feel it? The Dragon Turtle has been captured. Most likely, it was in the hands of a companion of this Lushan sect mage."
"What? How is it possible! Bailu is not..."
"Bai Lu and Dan He are of the same mind. They have always cooperated with us to fight against Black Mountain. Don't be naive."
During the continuous dialogue between the two, Zhenren Zhao also captured important information.
White deer?
Danhe?
cedar?
Black bamboo?
Montenegro?
Zhao Zhenren's eyes were slightly closed: "I see... you and the man who called himself Lord Changsheng just now are in the same group!"
"Besides, the dragon turtle you are talking about should be the Lord Changsheng!"
When Chen Hao saw this, he smiled slightly and looked like a sickly scholar:
"It is indeed our fault to be so presumptuous when we first met."
"To be honest, one of my ten longevity totems is the cedar picture."
"This is my companion, one of the ten immortality totems, the black bamboo picture."
Xuesong Tu looked polite, but Zhenren Zhao did not let down his guard.
"In that case...let's let Cheng go first."
Xuesongtu looked at Acheng in his hand.
Mo Zhutu on the opposite side immediately said: "No! We finally found him, and he is the only one who can help us!"
However, after noticing Zhenren Zhao's fierce expression, Xuesongtu sighed helplessly.
"Mo Zhu, the current situation is...we can only listen to him."
"The Dragon Turtle is now in their hands."
"If we don't let him go, the dragon turtle will be in danger."
"That guy is just a bit stupid, but he still has a good heart."
Saying that, Xuesong gave a gentle push, and Acheng returned to Zhao Zhenren's side.
at the same time:
"Oh, what a coincidence?"
Sang's voice came from behind.
The cedar map and the ink bamboo map couldn't help but condense their pupils after seeing the wooden sign in Sang's hand.
"Dragon Turtle, are they the two of them?"
Among the wooden signs, the dragon turtle nodded repeatedly.
Seeing this, Xuesong and Mozhu breathed a sigh of relief.
Sang Fuchen waved his hand and looked at everyone with a smile:
"So...let's talk together?"
"By the way, let us know why you are targeting Cheng?"
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Because considering the current weird Nuo opera temple fair, it is not very safe.
Sang and Zhao Zhenren led Acheng and the three totems and quietly left this place and returned to Lanruo Temple.
After closing the door of the Buddhist temple, Zhao Zhenren directly inserted some golden flags in the entire courtyard, and the Lushan formation instantly enveloped the entire Buddhist temple.
"Well, with the protection of the formation, if we encounter any dangerous people again, we can at least block them."