Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 102: Back hand, Luoshui

The formation of the Dragon Vessel Emperor’s Mausoleum restricts the entry of practitioners above the Starlight Realm, and the eight men in black who followed Jiang Liuyun to enter here, at this time, each person’s true essence is comparable to nothing. This is It doesn't conform to common sense at all, nor does it conform to the restrictions of the formation.

Of course, all the rules are not set in stone. If the person who breaks through the formation has a higher cultivation base than the person who designed and built this dragon vein imperial tomb, he can naturally ignore the rules here. Obviously, these eight men in black The cultivation base is not that high.

Is there any way to achieve this kind of operation?

Before entering the dragon vein imperial mausoleum, many sects thought about it, but failed one by one.

Shu Mountain has won the river pawn's secret key. No matter what its use, the chance of winning the treasure is greater. Sacred artifacts are just needed for every sect, and will never feel too much. Qingluan is a third-order king's sword. On the king's sword, there are fourth-order immortal artifacts. On top of the fairy artifacts are artifacts, any artifact. The ranks are all starting from the fifth rank, only high and not low.

In order to consolidate his position as the first sword sect in the realm of cultivation and the leader of the main gate, Shu Shan needs to continuously improve the strength of the sect, and will never let go of any opportunity to compete for an artifact.

Send the most disciples, the most outstanding genius, and carry the river **** secret key. This is not enough to reassure Shu Shan, they need to prepare more backs.

The eight disciples of the Celestial Realm are Shu Shan hidden in the last.

So, along the way, they didn't take any action until the divine weapon Hepawn finally appeared, fighting to the end.

This is their only mission, and it may also be their last mission in their lives.

Outsiders will never know what the eight disciples of the Celestial Realm have paid to enter the Dragon Vein Emperor’s Tomb. Each of them personally smashed their own realm and fell from the Celestial Realm to the Starlight Realm. It sounds simple, but the process is 10,000 times more painful than self-harm.

They have lost room for improvement forever, and their realm will only slowly regress, from Xingyao to psychic, then from psychic to acquired, from acquired to Xiantian, then first-rank martial artist, second-rank, third-rank ...

Until he returned to ordinary people, his cultivation was completely returned to heaven and earth.

Go against the sky, break the rules, and naturally have to be punished.

The eight disciples of the Celestial Realm, in exchange for an artifact, the river pawn, this business is not a good deal, only Shu Shan knows.

At the same time.

The leader of the Demon Race, Nan Fengxiu, the fifteen disciple of the Demon King, also took out his own back hand.

That is a solid gray wood carving.

The woodcarving looks like a man covered with totems, his eyes are slightly closed, his body is straight, and there is no hair on the top of his head. It is just painted with gray lines. The man’s eyes are not opened, giving a feeling It's already not angry.

Jiang Liuyun of Shushan doesn’t know who this is, and Li Jianqi shouldn’t know it either. Wuming definitely doesn’t know, but if this wooden sculpture is brought to the judge of Si Jianshuo, he will surely recognize it at a glance. This wooden sculpture, The carving is clearly the king of the demon clan.

Nan Fengxiu's master, the demon king Ye Fanghua.

In the top-secret files of the Department of Judgment of the Tang Dynasty, Ye Fanghua is always among the top three in danger. In terms of cultivation base alone, there are absolutely no more than three within the known range that can be compared with it.

At this moment, what is Nan Fengxiu doing with her master's woodcarving? Is it possible to still pray?

Naturally it is not a prayer.

Too much better than praying.

A very long mantra was recited by Nan Fengxiu, and then a wood carving was poured with true essence. In an instant, the light suddenly bloomed from Nan Fengxiu's hands. A faint figure slowly rose from the wood carving. At the beginning, it was not real. After a few breaths, I realized that this figure was the same as the wood carving in Nan Fengxiu's hands. It's the same!

The faintly transparent figure is much taller than the average person, three meters tall.

"Demon King Ye Fanghua!"

Not far away, the deputy director of the adjudication division who has been guarding Li Jianqi, Si Ye Jingxuan exclaimed, unable to believe his eyes, how could the demon king appear in the dragon vein imperial tomb?

Not to mention the dragon vein imperial mausoleum, even if the demon king takes a step in the world, the entire cultivation world will definitely fry the pot in time. At least dozens of sect leaders will rush to die and kill him. , Or drive him away.

The disciples of the monster race, as well as those strange monsters sneaked into the world, more or less robbed for some resources, this is not a bad idea, it is not a concern, but Ye Fanghua can't do it.

Ye Fanghua's appearance in the world means the beginning of war.

Hearing the exclamation of Jian Shuo, all the disciples in the realm of cultivation were taken aback, and then subconsciously stepped back. In addition to Wuming, who held a **** in his hand, there was also Jiang Liuyun who was immersed in his own world and couldn't help himself.

Wu Ming is a magical tool in hand, I have the world, and no one is afraid.

Jiang Liuyun was afraid that he didn't hear it at all.

"Can you be sure that it is the Demon King Ye Fanghua?" The eight men in black, the one standing in the front, asked softly, with a serious face.

"I am the deputy Siye of the Adjudication Division. I have the right to view some top-secret files. Although many of the Demon King's information can only be viewed by Si Ye, I have seen the portraits, and I will not admit it." Deputy Adjudication Division Si Ye Hao Shuo said with certainty.

"Is it possible?"

"The Demon King himself came to the Dragon's Tomb?"

"And it came in successfully? It was completely unaffected by the big formation? Is it possible that the Demon King has reached the immortal realm?"

The eight men in black frowned and communicated with each other very quickly.

With the effort of a cup of tea, the wood carving in Nan Fengxiu's hand turned into a plume of blue smoke, dissipating in the air. The figure of Demon King Ye Fanghua also stood in front of her, with a thick and terrifying aura, but it was clearly felt that it was still within the scope of the Starlight Realm.

"This is not the real Demon King Ye Fanghua, at least not the real body!" Someone guessed.

"Mirroring the phantom!" Within the monster race, a shaman's talent curse will make a part of its self-cultivation and mirror it to the target object, which can be carried and walked for thousands of miles. At the right time, the phantom is induced, and the mirror image of the subject sealed on the real object is summoned.

To put it bluntly, the thing in front of you should be the clone of the Demon King.

But this is after all the clone of the Demon King Ye Fanghua. Although only the Starlight Realm is present, I am afraid that none of the three Jiang Liuyun will be his opponents. They have been crushed from experience and actual combat.

The eight men in black from Shushan looked at each other and nodded. This should be the last opponent. The Demon King clone is indeed worthy of being a demon clan's back.

"Today's battle, I am afraid it will be the last battle between you and me." The leader in black said in a deep voice, then violently drew the long sword behind his back, raised his head high, and roared, "For the future of Shushan! "

"For the future of Shushan!" The remaining seven men in black shouted in the same tone.

Chen Qing and Zhuo Bufan, who stood not far away, had an abnormal expression for a while. Chen Qing was confused, and Zhuo Bufan was embarrassed.

Zhuo Bufan has actually recognized who the leader in black is, and he guessed why these eight people would follow them in, why they didn’t say a word along the way, why they enjoyed the most superior treatment, and why they were there. At this time, he stepped forward to face the clone of Demon King Ye Fanghua.

Zhuo Bufan is unwilling to face this fact, but he can understand.

That sentence is enough to explain the problem for the future of Shushan.

The strangest thing is that, whether it is the clone of the demon king Ye Fanghua, or the eight men in black from Shushan, no one pays particular attention to Wu Ming, who holds the divine weapon and river pawn.

"My Buddha is merciful."

"Become a Buddha on the spot."

"To kill is to stand on the ground, to become a Buddha, to kill, you all have to die!"

Wu Ming held the magical killing Zen stick with both hands tightly, and there was still a trace of monk-like appearance on his body, even a little crazy, "True essence is constantly climbing, sacrificing the morning bell and the evening drum, in exchange for the magical weapon pawn, all this It's all worth it."

"Use killing to improve my cultivation, and use your life to help me become a Buddha. This is my'heart Buddha'." The Buddhist monk Wuming of the Sixth Buddha Temple, who originally embraced compassion, held up the killing stick with his expression. Cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, "Only I deserve to be the **** weapon, only me!"

After inspecting the audience, Wu Ming's eyes finally stayed on Nan Fengxiu's body, "You are the beast of the monster clan, you can't wait to be in the world, let me purify you on behalf of the Buddha."

I lifted the stick with both hands, and rushed directly to Nan Fengxiu, a golden light added to his body, and the Diamond Sutra of the Six Buddha Temple was activated instantly.

"Live and die!"

"Do you think you will be invincible if you have the artifact?"

"In front of the master, everything is vain."

Nan Fengxiu looked at Wu Ming's killing meditation stick, looked at the golden sanskrit of the scriptures, but she didn't even move, and she didn't even lift her weapon. The few monster warriors remaining behind her were also motionless, and their expressions were firmer than Nan Fengxiu's expression.

When the divine weapon river **** was close at hand, the avatar of the demon king Ye Fanghua finally opened his eyes, then looked at Wu Ming, the corner of his mouth smiled contemptuously, and the three-meter-high transparent figure stepped forward violently. step.

"Boom!"

One punch!

Just a punch!

Wu Ming, who was holding a river **** in his hand, was blasted out ten meters away, and the body-protecting Diamond Sutra was directly shattered into slag. Looking at the extremely strong Diamond Sutra, it turned out to be like paper under Ye Fanghua's clone. Muggy in general.

Wu Ming has only the Starlight Realm. Although he is a new generation of the cabinet-manager of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he has learned a lot of scriptures by virtue of his talents, but he has not cultivated deeply, or has no thorough understanding.

Fighting against ordinary practitioners is natural, but facing the Demon King, even though it is only a clone, it is still unable to hold a punch.

If the Diamond Sutra can't be mastered through cultivation, in the eyes of the Demon King clone, it will be as undefended.

Shaking his bald head, Wu Ming rushed towards the Demon King clone as soon as he stood up. This time he no longer used the Diamond Sutra, but launched the unique Zen curse of the Six Buddha Temple.

A floating spell wrapped around the river pawn, and slammed it over with his stick.

"Boom!"

Another punch.

Without an unexpected punch, Wu Ming was blown away again, his shoulders collapsed a little, and he couldn't even lift his arms after falling to the ground.

"How is it possible?"

"It shouldn't be!"

Wu Ming fell on the ground, staring at the killing stick in his hand and muttered to himself, "I have an artifact in my hand, why would I be knocked into the air?"

Soon, the madness on Wu Ming's face gradually turned into resentment, which was exactly the same as Xing Ying's appearance before, but it was obvious that this time Wu Ming's resentment seemed to be smaller than Xing Ying's. Xing Ying absorbed part of it.

"What's the use of holding an artifact?"

"You can't even open the artifact?"

"Is there not a hint of frustration?"

"That's a magical tool. Don't you feel ashamed to be ruined like this?"

"Don't you want to become a Buddha? I'll give you a chance? Would you like it?"

A voice floated to Wu Ming's ears, a little deep, but thick and solid, and seemed to be from the clone of Demon King Ye Fanghua.

"Become a Buddha?"

Eroded by the grievances of the divine weapon and pawn, Wuming's thinking is actually a little confused, and he can't distinguish what is right, what is wrong, what is right, what is evil, what is true, and what is false.

"Can you help me become a Buddha?" Wu Ming asked uncertainly, his eyes fluttering.

Look at the clone of Demon King Ye Fenghua again, his illusory body, his eyes flashed with purple light, it turned out to be a confusing spell.

"I am awed by thousands of people of the monster race, and I naturally understand that if you collect beliefs and have infinite beliefs, you will become a Buddha on the spot." A long voice floated towards Wuming.

"Collect faith? Use the power of faith to help me become a Buddha?"

Wu Ming seems to be a little excited, "There is no free lunch between heaven and earth, what do you want?"

"Give me the artifact." The clone of Demon King Ye Fenghua chuckled immediately.

The only practitioners left around were stunned, and they wanted to control the holder of the artifact. Although this Demon King clone only has the Starlight Realm, it is definitely not to be underestimated.

The eight people in black in Shushan nodded to each other, moved their feet slightly, and they had already begun to make formations. Although they now have the True Essence cultivation base of the Wuxiangjie, it was more than enough to deal with the remaining practitioners here, and there is no need for blessings at all, but the demon king clone will appear here.

It is reasonable, unexpected!

It is reasonable to say that the demon clan will inevitably have a follow-up. Although Nan Fengxiu himself is the fifteen disciple of the demon king, he is at the same level as Jiang Liuyun, which is not enough to ensure the ownership of the artifact, but if you change It is enough to become the clone of the Demon King.

"Seven Stars Big Dipper Array!"

With a loud anger, the eight men in black formed an attack formation in the direction of the Big Dipper and the North Star. The eight disciples of Shushan who had no phases turned their eight swords into a sword and stab Wu Ming directly.

"Presumptuous!"

When you see that you want to succeed, you must confuse Wuming's mind. At this time, a Cheng Yaojin is killed, how can he not make the Demon King clone angry.

After all, it is thousands of miles away, and the two realms are separated. No matter how powerful the realm of the Demon King is, it is impossible to withstand endless attacks. Moreover, the cultivation base of the Starlight Realm is a technique that can be performed by the Demon King. Not much indeed, he hadn't used the Starlight Realm cultivation technique for hundreds of years.

Quick battle and quick decision, to win with wisdom, is naturally the best policy!

The Seven-Star Big Dipper formation, carrying the extremely sharp sword energy, swept towards Wu Ming, and the Demon King clone also leaped forward, still punching out.

Beidou's array of intent is numerous.

The demon king's fist is as heavy as ten thousand mountains.

In the middle of their attacks, they unexpectedly changed their directions. Neither one hit Wu Ming, but directly attacked the weak link of the other party.

Above the main hall, the two sides are almost the last forces competing for the artifact, as long as they win, the ownership of the artifact is basically determined.

No warm-up, no temptation.

The Demon King clone has no extra true essence, and it doesn't bother to test. The eight people in black in Shushan did not dare to test, and felt that the test was completely meaningless. Facing the Demon King, even though they were clones, they had to go all out.

If you go all out, you won’t necessarily win.

"Boom!"

The deafening roar sounded, followed by a wave of spiritual power, surging and mighty. If you are sharp-eyed, you will find that Wuming, who is at the center of the battle, was immediately bled by the shocked Qiqiao.

Although he holds a divine weapon in his hand, he only has the strength of the Starlight Realm.

In the duel between the Demon King clone and the eight disciples of Shushan, there is naturally no room for survival, and the two parties actually did it deliberately. No matter the outcome of the battle, Wu Ming was not allowed to continue to live.

A dazzling ball of light appeared in the center of the confrontation.

Aftermath also shook the surrounding practitioners who were still alive several meters away, and Jiang Liuyun even fell directly to the ground by the shock, with his forehead on the ground.

This loud noise seems to have also shook the Shushan genius from his own world.

Jiang Liuyun raised his eyes to observe the entire hall. From his eyes, it can be clearly seen that the genius of the Shu Mountain has actually improved. In the dragon vein imperial tomb, at the most critical moment of the battle, Xing Shadow use life as a problem that Jiang Liuyun presented, but it was solved in a moment.

And just before the light ball dissipated, three things happened.

Li Jianqi, who had been in a sluggish state all the time, turned his eyes to sober, but then he sprayed the floor with a mouthful of blood, his face pale.

"His Royal Highness, are you okay? Did you succeed?" The ruling Si Wanxuan held Li Jianqi~IndoMTL.com~ and asked in a low voice.

In response to him, Li Jianqi nodded slightly, "Quickly leave here. I have a very bad feeling. I don't care about the artifact. No one is allowed to fight for it. No one is allowed to pick it up when I fall under my feet."

In the other direction, the blood-colored light group enveloping the red beans and the black dragon, cracked directly and silently. The black dragon was gone, only the red beans slowly fell from the light group. In her arms, she was holding an oiled paper umbrella firmly. Originally, the umbrella was green bamboo stems and plum blossom noodles. At this time, both the stem and the surface of the umbrella became black, and one could be seen vaguely. Long Ying was swimming slowly.

Just after landing, Hongdou staggered and almost fell, and Ye Que, who just returned from the altar, stopped Hongdou's waist.

Looking at the person who stopped him was Ye Que, Hong Dou's lips moved slightly, "protect me."

"In any case, don't leave me."

"And my umbrella."

After three words, Hongdou did not give Ye Que a chance to ask questions. He tilted his head very neatly and fainted, but even if he fainted, her hands were still holding the oil paper tightly. Umbrella, it seems that this umbrella is more important than her life.

These two things are considered insignificant to others, and the third thing caught everyone off guard.

Actually, when the divine weapon Hezuo was born, the Dragon Vessel Emperor's Tomb changed.

The water level of the Luohe River outside the Dragon Vessel Emperor's Mausoleum began to drop. And all this water, for some reason, was dumped into the Dragon Vessel Imperial Tomb. It flows into the suspended island, into the golden palace, along the passage, into the underground cave, into the hall full of reliefs.

The land that Luoshui passed by instantly turned into an ocean, with no gaps left.

(The big chapter will not be broken.)