Jiuxiao

As the veritable third largest sect in the world, Qing Gu Sect has not experienced the civil strife and purges of Shangxuan Sect and Tianyan Sect. It has annexed some sects before, and its strength has grown rapidly. It can already compete with Lingtai Temple. The situation in the world, the current battle between Dongyue and Nanju is actually a game between Dongyue's cultivation sect and Nanju's cultivation sect.

However, in Dongyue, apart from Jintingmen, which has closed the mountain for ten years and does not care about foreign affairs, the rest of the cultivation sects are almost all attached to Lingtai Temple. On the other hand, Qinggumen, although it is not inferior In Lingtai Temple, after all, it is difficult to support one tree alone. Therefore, under the situation that all the elites of Lingtai Temple have come out and marched with the army, the monks of Dongyue and Nanju fought in front of the battle. Morale soared, and victories followed steadily along the way.

By the time the Nanju monks realized that this could not go on like this, the Dongyue army had already occupied more than a dozen cities in Nanju, and the situation was about to be critical, and the country would be destroyed.

The tassels adorned with red agate and aventurine stones swayed gently with the rhythm of the carriage, and inside the fine snow-colored silk gauze curtain, there was a looming person sitting.

The carriage looks very big, but if you look closely, the entire carriage is made of extremely precious golden nanmu. There are hundreds of thousands of troops in front and back. Surrounded in the middle, heavily defended, it looks very conspicuous.

Around the front, back, left, and right sides of the carriage, there were more than a dozen high-ranking monks, the lowest of whom were at the early stage of Golden Core. They did not use the magic weapon of flying, but rode forward like other ordinary officers, and also guarded the surroundings of the carriage.

There is a courtyard in front of it. From a distance, the bamboo forest is secluded, elegant and unique. When the general of the Dongyue Army in front raised his hand, the speed of the people behind him gradually slowed down. It looked like they were going to camp in the courtyard to rest.

Without this carriage, the marching speed would of course be much faster than it is now, and in the wilderness, as long as it is safe, there is no way to camp and rest. Marshal Lu Da rode over in person, bent over the carriage, and asked in a low voice.

Seeing that the people in the carriage seemed to say something, Lu Da waved his hand, and the commander in front ordered everyone to camp outside the courtyard, while Lu Da followed the carriage into the courtyard to rest.

If Zhou Yin was here, he might still have some impression of Lu Da.

When he first met Hui Jun, the former marshal of the Pingnan Army more than 20 years ago, this Lu Da was just a small lieutenant in the Pingnan Army. This Lu Da also took over the Pingnan Army and became the new head coach.

Back then, Lu Da didn't have a good impression of the monks, and he even had a debate with Zhou Yin because of this. However, after many years, not only his appearance, but also his conduct in the world, he has changed a lot. At least he treats these monks in front of him. Even though he was the marshal, he was respectful and showed no dissatisfaction.

The carriage stopped slowly.

The monk on the left whispered: "Master, the other courtyard has arrived, please come in and rest."

Stretch out a hand from inside, hold the gauze curtain, and gently push it aside.

As white as jade, with distinct joints, slender and graceful, there is hardly a trace of blemish.

However, no one felt that it was weak and weak. On the contrary, such a hand, light and delicate, could break a person's neck from a long distance away.

The monk on the left stepped forward to help each other, the hand rested on his, and a white corner of his clothes caught everyone's eyes.

The appearance of the man in white is extremely handsome, with a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, and a pair of eyes like deep pools in an ancient well. The whole person looks sacred and compassionate, without killing intent. He is not like a monk at all, but like a merciful god. It should be enshrined in temples for people to worship.

There is indeed a subtle power in him, so that those who see him can't help but have the urge to kneel down and worship him.

The noise around him fell silent for a moment, and those rough soldiers all held their breath, and lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look directly at him, let alone talking and laughing loudly in front of him.

After the other party entered the other courtyard surrounded by left and right, everyone felt relieved, as if the pressure on their bodies suddenly disappeared.

After Lu Da carefully explained to the servant boy to serve him well, he came out and returned to his tent in the Chinese army. His subordinate Zhao Rong came up to welcome him, while arguing for him: "Marshal Lu, you are also the commander of the Pingnan Army, how can you be so respectful? To be so noble, to serve that monk, just let the subordinates wait!"

Lu Da's complexion changed slightly, and he shouted in a low voice: "You can't say this again. Those monks are not low-level, so be careful if they are listened to. You can cut it first and then play it. The king has nothing to say!"

Zhao Rong was still a little bit dissatisfied, but he moved his lips, but didn't say anything, just said: "Before, there were only two monks accompanying, why is there such a big battle this time?"

Lu Da's face was a little strange: "I heard that this time, the Patriarch Lexian from the Qinggumen will come over to the Nanju Army, so Master Jiaye personally went out to deal with the Patriarch Lexian."

Hearing this name, Zhao Rong couldn't help but his face changed drastically, and he felt lingering fear.

There is no other reason, this Patriarch Lexian is the person with the highest seniority in the Qinggu Sect today, although he is not the head of the sect, but the power is so great that even the head of the sect has to bow his head in front of him, this time the two countries are fighting, It can be said that Qinggumen has made great efforts to protect its status, but because Lingtai Temple has secretly formed an alliance with Shangxuanzong, and there are many Dongyue monks attached to the alliance, Qinggumen can't gain any upper hand at all.

Last time in the Battle of Luling, a monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty and a monk at the late stage of the Jindan Temple at Lingtai Temple lost a lot of manpower on the Qinggumen side. They were all killed by the palm of their hands, and they also killed many Dongyue troops. Their cultivation was so high that it was shocking.

To deal with such a person, other people are naturally powerless, so Master Kaye, the abbot of Lingtai Temple, came out of Lingtai Temple in person, went south with the army, and stayed here to guard against the sudden attack of the Lexian Patriarch.

With such a heavyweight around, among other things, the morale of the army can be stabilized a bit.

However, Lu Da knew that the monks were moody, so he would rather lower his profile than offend them.

In the meditation room of the other courtyard, Kasyapa sat cross-legged, his eyes were slightly dim, and his fingers were like a Buddha statue holding flowers.

Four or five people stood on the left and right, not daring to disturb them.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.

Qing Chen said: "Master, the army is expected to arrive in Zhongzhou tomorrow. I'm afraid that the people from Qinggumen will not let this opportunity go easily, and old Lexian will come forward in person."

After the Battle of Luling, the Patriarch Lexian killed several monks in a row, and Nanju’s army was greatly motivated to regain the lost ground. Now Zhongzhou is a hard nut to crack. It can be won accordingly, but the name of the Patriarch Lexian is so powerful that even trusted disciples like Qingchen and the others are a little uncomfortable to mention this name.

"With me here, there's no need to worry." The voice was calm and gentle, with a calming power of its own.

"Yes." Qingchen and the others shuddered and replied respectfully.

"If nothing happens, go down."

"The disciple retire."

The room returned to desolation, and Kassapa's eyes instantly changed from soft to indifferent, and his glazed eyes were emotionless, revealing emptiness, and he didn't know where to look.

Suddenly, his eyes sharpened, and the next moment, his body disappeared into the meditation room.

The sky had completely darkened. The soldiers set up camp outside the other courtyard, and it was in full swing, but inside the other courtyard was surprisingly quiet. There were only two Jindan monks standing in the courtyard, serving as guardians of the Dharma.

They are not Buddhist cultivators of Lingtai Temple, but now Lingtai Temple has accepted a lot of monks who come to serve from other places.

The two were a little bored, standing beside the rockery while talking in a low voice, one of them suddenly widened his eyes and stared straight ahead.

Seeing his weird appearance, the other person couldn't help but follow his line of sight.

In the dark night, a person appeared from the pitch-black void, and the figure gradually became clear, walking towards the meditation room.

He was covered in a black cloak from head to toe, and he couldn't even see his face clearly, but his speed was surprisingly slow, as if he was walking in a leisurely manner, as if he didn't pay attention to others.

Seeing him gradually approaching, the two monks reacted and shouted loudly: "Stop, who is it!"

One of them flew forward to block him.

However, as soon as he approached, he was pushed away by an invisible force. He couldn't help himself, and he backed up a dozen steps before stopping.

The other person didn't believe in evil, so he took out a flying sword and shot at the man in black, but saw that the man didn't move, he just swung his right hand back slightly, and the sword was covered with a layer of blackness, and he turned around. Body, straight into the monk's body!

The Golden Core cultivator screamed and instantly turned into powder.

Killing a Golden Core cultivator with a single gesture of his hand, how terrifying his strength is, I'm afraid the man in black is at least at the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

The remaining monk looked terrified, and his whole body was stiff, standing in place, not daring to move.

Other people in the courtyard heard the movement and ran out one after another.

What's strange is that there seemed to be two worlds outside the courtyard, and the uproar of the soldiers remained the same, but they didn't seem to hear the commotion in the courtyard.

"You all step back." A voice as gentle as a clear spring sounded, and Kasyapa appeared outside the meditation room.

Dressed in white, calm as usual.

"Master!"

"Host!"

When everyone saw the savior, they instantly felt amnesty.

The man in black finally spoke, but his voice was very strange, as if it came from a distant void.

"Chengming, I see that you are nothing more than an incarnation, but you still rely on the human race to make things happen!"

"You go down first."

Kasyapa spoke again, but not to the man in black, but to everyone in Lingtai Temple.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and left as promised. Among them, the monk just now ran the fastest. After seeing the death of his companion, he didn't want to experience it himself at all.

There are only two people left in the courtyard.

An enchantment was instantly built around it, and outsiders could not only see what was going on inside, they couldn't even hear the sound.

Jiaye looked at each other: "You are not from the Qinggumen."

The man in black didn't answer.

Kasyapa said again: "You have demon energy in you."

The man in black taunted: "It's also the incarnation of the Emperor of Heaven, who knows it's nothing more than that."

With his hands behind his back, Kasyapa said calmly, "Since you know, why do you still dare to come?"

The man in black said: "Because I want to kill you."

Kasyapa smiled proudly, a powerful confidence that he had never shown in front of others before. "The clown of the demon race only dares to hide his head and show his tail. Since you know that this is just one of my mere incarnations, you know that even if you kill me, it will be useless."

The man in black didn't speak anymore, because he had already made a move.

His figure was as fast as lightning, almost when Kassapa just said "useless", he had already arrived in front of Kassapa, and a cloud of black air rushed towards Kassapa as he moved, almost surrounding him .

But it was only almost, Kasyapa's reaction was also not slow, he just made a slight movement, and many "Kasyapas" were instantly separated in the courtyard, all of them had exactly the same facial features and demeanor, it was hard to distinguish the true from the false.

The man in black sneered: "How dare you show off your tricks in front of this deity!"

He raised his clothes and jumped into the air, the black air suddenly expanded countless times, almost filled half of the courtyard, and then gathered in the direction of Kasyapa.

In Kasyapa's right hand, a tin stick with golden flowers and silver leaves appeared, and he swung it towards the cloud of black air.

Wherever the tin stick goes, the black air quickly dissipates, but once the tin stick is in a blind spot, the black air gradually gathers again, like a shadow.

Kassapa's face was indifferent, he stepped back suddenly, and struck the tin stick heavily on the ground in his hand, the floor tiles started to crack inch by inch and flew up from the tin stick, the broken bricks cut through the black air, and flew towards the man in black through the air.

Just when the bricks and stones were in sight, the man in black suddenly disappeared, leaving only a cloud of black air in place.

Kasyapa's heart trembled, he subconsciously turned around, and swung his tin stick backwards.

However, it was already half a step late, or in other words, the speed of the man in black was too fast!

I don't know when thunder and lightning strike the sky, one after another, the lightning becomes brighter and brighter, as if it is turning the night into day, with a loud noise that shakes the sky, a heavy downpour begins to fall, bringing with it almost everything in the world. The momentum converges into a river.

Outside the other courtyard, the rest of the soldiers was interrupted by the sudden heavy rain, the bonfire was extinguished, and their bodies were soaked, so they had to pack up their things and hide in the tents.

It's not the rainy season now, and the heavy rain is really a bit strange, but no matter what, the original plan has been disrupted, and Lu Da is worried that if the rain continues to be so heavy, the speed of marching tomorrow will also be affected.

In the other courtyard, Kassapa and the man in black stood facing each other, separated by only a few dozen steps.

The barrier around the two has been removed, but the other monks are standing far away, still not daring to step forward to interfere.

The battle between masters changes rapidly, and even a small mistake can turn the outcome over.

After a long time, the man in black laughed: "A fake is a fake, that's all."

He turned around, under the watchful eyes of everyone, regarded others as nothing, and disappeared in the night just like when he came.

And Kasyapa, still leaning on the tin staff with gold flowers and silver leaves, stood motionless.

"Master!"

"Grandmaster!"

"Demon, Lord, Rong, Feather..." Kasyapa paused each word, and finished speaking extremely slowly, looking at the direction where the man in black disappeared, his eyes were cold and deep, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a strange arc .

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what he was talking about.

Suddenly, someone screamed, with a frightened expression on his face.

But Kasyapa's body was deteriorating at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, it quickly turned into a dry corpse, ugly and strange, without the peerless grace of a moment ago.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, everyone would hardly believe it.

What exactly is going on?

Beihai Ruins.

"Jasyapa is dead." Zhou Chen raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the message he had just received.

Zhou Yin picked up the chess piece in his hand and dropped it, and his movements did not appear to be sluggish because of his words.

Zhou Chen smiled slightly: "It's going to be even more chaotic now."

Zhou Yin said: "Based on your speculation, what will happen next in the Upper Realm?"

Zhou Chen said: "Jiaye is the incarnation of Chengming, killing him is tantamount to directly provoking the Heavenly Emperor. After this incident, Chengming may turn darkness into light and send people directly to the lower realm."