"Haha, if His Holiness the Pope insists on disobeying, more disciples of the Holy War Hall will suffer." The hunchbacked old man chuckled.
"Do you really think that just the two of you can stop me?!"
The hunchbacked old man was speechless when he heard the words, and his expression changed slightly, but he soon returned to normal. He then mocked:
"This divine envoy is not scared. If you really have the ability to escape, how can you be imprisoned here by us?"
The Tower of Penance began to shake continuously, but every time it shook, the golden light would shine, constantly suppressing the Tower of Penance.
The ascetic tower was shaking constantly. Not only did the hunchbacked old man not show the slightest trace of panic, but the look of ridicule on his face became even more intense.
"This seal is so strong that even when you are strong, you may not be able to break it. What's more, His Holiness the Pope is seriously injured and has already reached the end of his strength. I advise you to put less effort into it. If you can tie yourself up and surrender to us, tell me 'Sure'
Wherever the Heavenly Nail is, I will let you out. Otherwise..."
The hunchbacked old man volleyed a little higher, and the sixth elite disciple who was dragged up didn't even have time to scream, and instantly exploded into blood mist.
The ascetic tower gradually became calmer until it stopped shaking.
The hunchbacked old man chuckled and said:
"Every three days, I will kill ten people until you surrender."
The two old men turned into smoke and dispersed, and the Holy War Hall returned to peace. However, under this calm, people were panicking.
Under the gray shield, all disciples and elders within a hundred miles radius of the Holy War Hall were imprisoned here.
Zhou Mo looked at the gray shield in front of him in silence, and suddenly punched out, white light hit the gray shield, and circles of ripples emerged from the shield, gradually engulfing the golden light, and the ripples gradually stabilized, as if
Nothing happened.
"Elder Zhou, it's better to give up."
Zhou Mo turned around and looked around. The person speaking was none other than his old friend, Elder Yue Jianglingyue.
"Humph, Elder Yue is here to monitor me."
Zhou Mo was very angry. He did not expect that this old friend who had been with him for decades would turn to the endless barbaric Shen'en Sect immediately when the sect was suffering.
"Hey, Elder Zhou, go back." Elder Yue advised.
"snort!"
Zhou Mo tossed his sleeves and robe and left angrily. Under the sleeves and robe, those skinny hands clenched tightly into fists.
"It's exactly what the Pope expected."
Elder Zhou thought silently in his heart that the reason why he sent Zhang Yanshi out in advance was because he got a hint from the Pope.
In the Ascetic Tower sealed with golden light, the Holy War Pope in white robes closed his eyes and concentrated. The basalt rock mural in front of him was filled with various golden runes. These runes were not carved on the stone wall, but floating on it.
After a long time, the Pope opened his eyes and stretched out his fingers to point at the golden runes in the air. The runes were constantly reorganized and arranged under the control of the Pope, but no matter how he manipulated these runes, they did not behave strangely, as if they were just ordinary runes on the stone wall.
Ornaments.
The Pope sighed and had no choice but to give up.
"Pope Chongyun, where did you hide the 'Dingtian Nail'?"
The Pope's eyes gradually became deeper. He stayed here for a year, but he could not find any trace of the "Ding Nail". He could not help but doubt in his heart whether the "Ding Nail" really existed.
"There is no such thing as Loulan City, Suchuan City..."
The Pope narrowed his eyes slightly.
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Zhang Yanshi led his guards out of Loulan City and headed east. The two cities were not far apart, and they arrived in just one day and one night.
Unlike the tense situation in Loulan City, Suchuan City is still peaceful. Today's Suchuan City is no longer controlled by Huan Yigong, and the military and civil affairs are naturally very different.
The lord of Suchuan City is named Zuo Jianming, and his ancestral home is from the Zhenwu Kingdom. Zhang Yanshi has also heard about this person. When he was still unconscious, he met him once in the Holy War Hall. Of course, this was because of his master.
Zhou Mo’s blessing.
The Zhenwu Kingdom is known as a country of heroic soldiers and is famous for its martial arts, and Zuo Jianming's policies are also the same.
Not long after Zuo Jianming took office in Suchuan City, he set off a wave of enthusiasm for cultivation among the people.
After Zhang Yanshi stepped into Suchuan Kingdom, people with swords and swords could be seen everywhere. This was not seen in other countries in the Western Regions. Even the Holy War Hall was not so exaggerated.
"Master asked me to come visit Zuo Jianming, but he didn't even send me a letter or anything. Alas, it seems I can only find a solution on my own."
Zhang Yanshi sighed and planned to find someone to find out how he could meet Zuo Jianming.
At this time, a wave of air suddenly erupted from the inn only five feet away from him, and three tables and stools were thrown towards Zhang Yanshi.
Although Zhang Yanshi's injury has not recovered, it is still more than enough to deal with three tables and stools.
Golden light flashed on his fist, and in just one breath, Zhang Yanshi struck with three palms, smashing the table and stool into pieces in the air.
"Hey, hey, after all, you are also the guard assigned to me by the master. Can you help me?"
A guard in white robes stood behind Zhang Yanshi, with his hands clasped in fists.
"When you reach a critical moment, I will take action."
Zhang Yanshi shook his head. He gradually felt that this guard was a bit unreliable.
"The person the master sent is a bit unreliable."
As he spoke, the storm in the inn became more intense, and the people watching did not dare to move forward for fear of hurting themselves.
Zhang Yanshi narrowed his eyes slightly and took two steps back. He heard a bang, and the entire inn suddenly exploded. Two figures flew out from left to right and landed on the roof.
One person looks like a scholar, with a slender figure, surrounded by awe-inspiring righteousness and an unknown evil spirit, holding a green long sword; the other person is as tall and powerful as an iron tower, with a long halberd behind his back.
Surrounded by purple electricity.
Zhang Yanshi didn't recognize the former, but he was somewhat familiar with the latter's physique.
"This is... Zhou Di?!"
It's hard for Zhang Yanshi to confirm. After all, the two parties haven't met for more than ten years. If the purple lightning on the halberd hadn't caught his attention, he wouldn't even have thought about Zhou Di.
The two people on the roof didn't talk nonsense and started fighting as soon as they came up.
The scholar-looking man seemed to be under the influence of demonic energy, and he had a strong murderous intention. Every time he made a move, he aimed it directly at the opponent's throat.
On the other hand, the tall young man is much calmer. His moves are more of a test, but the power of the test alone can overwhelm the scholar opposite him.
Over time, Zhang Yanshi seemed to have noticed something was wrong with the scholar. At first, the scholar's fighting style was very orderly, but later he started to make random moves in a haphazard manner. Zhang Yanshi guessed that he might have been affected by the demonic energy and became irrational.
The white-robed guard frowned slightly and took a wrong step from behind Zhang Yanshi to his side. It was unclear whether he was worried about Zhang Yanshi's safety or wanted to observe the young scholar more carefully.
Gradually, the tall young man began to exert his strength, and the scholar opposite him was completely suppressed by him. ()