"Master White Lotus, don't struggle to your death, come out now, I can give you a happy life!"
"If not, you will be unable to survive or die!"
In the underground palace, the roar of the tyrant was rolling, and the tiger's eyes were shooting in all directions.
An organization like the White Lotus Sect is bound to have three burrows and secret passages extending in all directions.
If Xiongba hadn't built a secret passage leading to the first floor in the Tianshan Mountains, she would have escaped.
At this time, the two of them were chasing and escaping for almost half the night, and they were both exhausted.
If it weren't for the Scepter of Sorrow and Wrath, Xiongba would have paid the gold and retreated his troops, returning home to rest.
But when he thought of that magic weapon, his eyes became hot.
Dead soldiers opened the way, and all kinds of tricks were used.
However, Xiongba didn't know that the leader of the White Lotus Sect had long since ceased to exist.
Just because she had just escaped into the depths of the underground palace, the ground suddenly flipped, and a meat cleaver appeared, slashing at her like a violent rainstorm.
"My feet!"
The leader of the White Lotus Sect was already exhausted, and how could he withstand such a sudden attack? He spun around and retreated. When he looked down, he was horrified to find that the flesh of his left foot and calf had been picked clean.
She screamed and couldn't maintain her balance. She used her left hand to hold it up, but it was completely cut off. Only a skeleton was left, and she could no longer dance the ribbon.
"My hand!"
The leader of the White Lotus hissed and stood up, and then he saw a short body rushing toward him:
"Pull out your eyes so that you can't see!"
"Peel your skin off and make you naked!"
"Cut your head off so that you won't survive tomorrow!"
The last sentence is particularly classic, just like when a person is killed, he will die. When the irrefutable words fell, the great head of the White Lotus leader flew up, and as soon as it reached the air, the flesh and blood dissipated and turned into a skeleton.
The red face makes the white bones.
"Ni Bodhisattva's calculations are accurate, and you will gain something if you go to the ground. Thanks to me, girl, you have been able to explore all the secret passages under the capital these days. Now you can catch a big fish!"
The magic mirror of nothingness flickered, and Jin Xiangyu appeared. He picked up the sad and angry staff of the White Lotus leader, and patted the Tatar child on the head with a smile.
"Big sister!"
In her excitement, she inevitably used too much force. The Tatar child staggered due to the slap, but he giggled and gestured with the knife: "It's been a long time since I made spicy pork, my hands are itchy!"
"We have corrected our evil ways and don't make ten-flavored pork anymore. It was a hard life and we had to do it because we couldn't survive it anymore!"
Jin Xiangyu's face straightened up, and she smiled coquettishly: "I have money, let's eat delicacies from the mountains and seas! Let's go back to the palace to exchange the treasure with Your Majesty!"
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"After the Mongols took over the Central Plains, they indeed confiscated and destroyed many martial arts inheritances. I didn't expect that your sect would be preserved. I came here to offer treasures. I am very thoughtful! I will reward you heavily!"
Listening to the emperor's joyful voice, Zhu Yunwen lowered his head with a look of joy in his eyes.
He succeeded.
Didn't Xu Fu want to give up on himself? Didn't he feel that the situation was over?
Then he might as well come before the Emperor and poke out the existence of Tianmen.
Whether it is the tempting martial arts of the Emperor or the secret of immortality, the Emperor will not allow them to be in the hands of a martial arts sect.
When there is a conflict, the two parties must choose one of them. Is it possible that Tianmen can still support the current emperor or not support him?
The cow won't drink water and is forced to have its head pressed!
"Your Majesty, please allow this poor Taoist to write a divorce letter and travel thousands of miles to deliver the secret method to your Majesty, so that you can live forever!"
"allow!"
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Since Zhu Yunwen was brought into the palace by the emperor, Wuming did not return to Zhonghua Pavilion, but stayed in that courtyard, waiting for news.
As a martial arts myth, he also has three followers, the Dragon King of the Seven Seas, Ghost Tiger and Feng Wu.
This time, in order to protect the people of the world, Wuming took the Huqin out of the mountain, and the three servants also traveled around to explore the news, as well as Wentian allies. All parties gathered together, and the outline of a huge monster finally emerged.
Tianmen!
This organization was born more than a thousand years ago, and has a much longer history than the Wentian Alliance. I am afraid that it has obtained all the magical secrets and weapons of gods and demons in the world.
Once such an existence starts to cause trouble in the world, there will inevitably be big moves that will affect the safety of the people.
Naturally, Wuming couldn't stand by and watch. At the same time, he also had a feeling that something big was going to happen in the capital.
God-demonic level beings all have some kind of telepathy.
The realm of namelessness has been reached, and what I feel is unmistakable.
On this day, when the sun set and the lanterns came on, there was a sudden silence in the small courtyard.
Wumingben was tuning the strings of the Huqin. He stopped and slowly stood up, showing an unprecedented dignified expression.
Because the sky has changed.
An invisible and shadowless aura surged in, imprinting the vitality of the surrounding world on it so that it could no longer be used by others.
"Heaven is coming!"
The two priests sitting cross-legged on the ground showed ecstasy and awe, and then looked at Wuming viciously, waiting to see how this martial arts myth would reap its consequences.
However, the next moment, the two of them trembled, the look in their eyes disappeared, and they fell softly.
There was not a single scar on his body, as if his soul had been directly obliterated.
Wuming's eyes became more concentrated, and the melodious huqin played again.
Suddenly, the whole capital city roared with a strange sound.
It seemed like the sound of a golden sword and an iron horse, or the sound of a sword cutting through the air.
In wine shops, teahouses, forges, weapons warehouses in the imperial city, and even on the waists of people in the world, countless sharp swords were trembling, slightly bent in the direction of Wuming, as if to pay tribute.
The metaphysical sword has no one in ancient times, and is respected by thousands of swords and regarded as the destiny of heaven.
The Realm of Heavenly Sword!
"good!"
Facing such supreme swordsmanship, a vast and ethereal voice came from the void.
In just two words, the world changes again.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The long swords that originally worshiped Wuming all broke free from the shackles of their original owners, turned into streams of light, and shot toward the sky...
Thousands of sharp swords flew into the sky, gathering into a river, and even the clouds in the sky were pulled out into a striking trajectory.
Thousands of swords and long rivers, overturning the world!
One sword moves, ten thousand swords move, one sword transforms ten thousand swords, and ten thousand swords return to one. Such a method is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. If it were not night, it would definitely alarm all directions and make the people in the capital panic.
When the long river of Ten Thousand Swords roared in, the clouds moved away to see the moon, and circle after circle, forming a huge sword wheel over the courtyard, Wuming's face finally changed: "Ten Thousand Swords returns to the clan?"
The return of thousands of swords to the Sword Sect is the supreme secret of the Sword Sect. It is impossible for outsiders to tell it. Could it be that the person who came here was once a member of the Sword Sect?
Soon after, the sword wheel circled, and the sword in the center turned, pointing straight down.
Suddenly, all the sharp swords moved together and turned into thousands of light rains, falling down like rain.
Boom!
It is difficult to describe this confrontation. Under such a confrontation between gods and demons, ordinary people are not even qualified to watch the battle.
It seemed like just a moment, and it seemed like a long time later, the sword energy dissipated.
"You have an old relationship with me, so I will waste your nine successes and ignore the affairs of the world, so you can take care of yourself!"
The loud voice headed towards the imperial city. Wuming's body swayed, and the huqin in his hand exploded completely, turning into sawdust all over the sky. He slowly sat down, and blood flowed from the corners of his lips.
"Owner!"
After a long time, the figures flashed, and Guihu and Fengwu appeared together, looking at the sharp swords stuck in the ground in horror.
His master, Wulin Shinhwa Wuming, actually lost?
"A great catastrophe for the common people! A great catastrophe for the common people!"
Wuming's face was pale, but there was no trace of fear in his brows. He stood up firmly and said, "Get my heroic sword!"