Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 216: I use all methods to grind one elephant, one knife to destroy Hushangzhuang

Late autumn.

Tibetan Crane Mountain.

Cold Moon Peak.

Xia Ji stretched out his hand in the dark, feeling a chill in his palm,

Looking through the faint brilliance, I could vaguely make out a little hexagonal snowflake on the palm of my hand.

"It's snowing even though it's not winter yet? The weather is getting more and more abnormal."

He faced the sky on his back, and the rain washed Yi Rong directly, revealing blue silk white hair and a calm face.

Xia Ji tore off the rich businessman's coat, put on a gray cloak, deviated from the mountain road, and walked down.

After walking for a while, he vaguely heard hurried footsteps coming from the villa.

This is followed by the voice of the bride.

She is shouting "Teacher! Teacher!"

Apparently, An Xun had a guess, woke up and rushed out of the wedding banquet to find Xia Ji.

However, she ran down the mountain road, and naturally it was impossible to find her.

The voice faded away, Xia Ji tightened his cloak,

Walk in the snow and rain.

For a moment, he has reached a dark mountain area.

There is no light at all.

He suddenly stopped, because he had seen the boulder on the right twice, which can only mean that someone had set up an area like a magic circle, so that it produced the effect of ghosts hitting the wall.

So, he stood there, his **** swept across his eyes, and the light of the lantern shattered the illusion. He had seen the illusion clearly, and he also saw a figure not far away.

Xia Ji didn't move.

Because, a person who thinks he has the initiative can accidentally reveal more secrets.

As long as he doesn't move in the illusion, that person will feel stable.

However, the figureless man didn't seem to be going to ask him anything, but looked up at the mountainside and snorted "useless things".

He already sensed that the people he had sent had failed.

In order to prevent Lord Ghost Emperor from waiting for a long time, he decided to go out in person.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Xia Ji, who was trapped in the illusion, and shook his head disdainfully.

But he was only two meters away when he was caught from behind.

The man was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, his whole body was held up by his neck.

A faint voice came from behind.

"Say, why disrupt the wedding?"

The man opens his mouth.

But was choked and speechless.

Xia Ji threw him away.

The man saw that this was the man trapped in the array

"You are not trapped??"

As soon as the voice fell, the wind and snow turned into a knife, slashing directly at his body.

When! !

The knife slashed to the arm, making a sound of gold and stone.

Before the man could show his complacent look, Xia Ji pressed his hand down, the strength on the knife increased a lot, and he directly released one of his hands.

"Answer the question."

"you"

Xia Ji pressed his fingers.

Blizzard is a knife, and then an arm is cut.

The man glared at him, but didn't say anything, because he knew that if he didn't say anything, he would die, but if he did, it would definitely be worse than death.

However, the man in front of him suddenly crouched down and said, "Let's go, take me to meet the master of your Wu family."

Xia Ji is guessing from the previous method of exorcism

But the man's horrified expression had betrayed him and confirmed the speculation.

So, Xia Ji said, "I am also a family member."

The man was even more frightened.

Xia Ji asked "Don't you know I'm here?"

The man hurriedly kowtowed "I don't know, I really don't know."

Xia Jiwen said, "Take me to meet your Wu family master, or I will go directly to Wu Ji."

The man heard the word "Wu Ji" and had no doubts, he could only lead the way.

The two, one after the other, quickly moved through the night.

After an hour, I came to a lake.

The lake may seem like a barren lake, but the Wu family likes to build luxurious private estates in these remote places.

Xia Ji killed the leader casually, raised his hand, and a reed by the lake fell onto the dark water.

He steps up.

A reed,

Crossing the water.

At the same time, he said, "Su Jiafeng is visiting from north and south."

The sound penetrated countless heavy snowstorms and rolled forward against the water.

Insipid, but roaring like thunder, it enveloped the dark manor in the distance.

Black waves rippled, the man's long hair was flying, and there was a slight beard under his lips that had not been repaired. His eyes calmly followed the reeds.

Soon,

There was a response from the lake, and the sound came back thousands of meters away.

"You killed the people in this seat?"

Xia Ji said lightly, "Why does your Wu family target my disciple again and again?"

The sound also travels thousands of meters away.

After speaking, the entire lake and the villa fell into calm again.

Xia Ji closed his hands, closed his eyes, and went with the flow.

After all, there was a sarcastic voice in the distance.

"Who is this seat? It turned out to be the waste of the Su family in the ten realms. You disregarded the layout of the family, and for the sake of a few insignificant pariahs, you ended up disrupting the layout of my Wu family and slaughtered how many undergrounds my Wu family had gathered. Power?!

I haven't asked you to settle the account yet, but you have asked me about it. "

Xia Ji looked calm.

The voice continued, "You killed the person in this seat today, and this seat wants an explanation."

Xia Ji smiled. He raised his head and took a deep breath of the cold autumn rain and first snow. With his breath, the world seemed to be quiet.

The night became quiet.

Everything becomes silent.

The murmuring of the lake is gone.

The sound of water waves and the beat of wind and rain are gone.

He said softly as if he was reciting the Buddha's verse, "Ten years of wind and rain and ten years of light, I have read countless texts all over the world. The Qingdeng study has counted the dharmas, and unexpectedly it has become ten thousand dharmas."

After reading,

A lot of first-layer Dharma images suddenly appeared behind him,

One weight is not finished, another weight is born,

One heavy, one heavy,

If the mountain is galloping like a group of elephants in heat,

Mountains stand out of thin air,

The galaxy was born without space.

In a few breaths, the sky was torn apart by a powerful force, and the bright moonlight that shone through the mountains and rivers after tearing out the clouds.

The moon was shining brightly, casting a terrifying and irregular figure on the large lake thousands of meters away.

The man who stepped on the reeds and walked with the waves, did not know when, the dharma image behind him opened like a peacock, and at a glance, he could not see the end.

And these many dharmas caused his body to expand nearly a thousand times.

Are the ordinary people standing on the ordinary reeds?

That is a **** standing on the vast lake.

A **** who carries countless dharmas.

The terrifying pressure was such that no creatures dared to chirp half a sound.

No light dares to fall by the wayside.

No wind and snow dare to disturb.

The faint Buddhist verse continued to sound

"Unexpectedly, it turned out to be ten thousand methods, and I used ten thousand methods to sharpen an image"

The last word falls

Xia Ji's right hand grabbed the black knife and thunder fire.

Press knife,

Drawing the knife,

Scabbard,

Cut out.

I don't know how many boundless Fa Xiangru found a way to vent, and cut forward along the knife.

Cut through the moonlight,

Cut through the wind, frost, rain and snow,

Cut through the dark lake.

Breaking all stillness,

Awakens this silent world.

The knife light is mixed with thunder light, jumping in an infinite thunder arc, and climbing many dharma images, making everything move.

It is hard to describe the brilliance of this knife.

It fell from the sky, slashing over thousands of meters, treating an island as a person,

If a knife hits a person, the person will die.

If the knife hits the island, the island is divided, as if it was slashed by a giant thunder and lightning hand hanging down from the galaxy.

Boom! ! !

The lake waves splashed thousands of feet, in the moonlight, in the rain and snow, thunder arcs jumped from time to time between the infinite lake beads, and the steam rushed back from time to time, and the huge power of the knife had caused the entire island to blow up, sinking into in the smoke.

Everything in it was destroyed by this knife and turned to dust,

All life is returned to the realm of death in this knife thousands of meters away.

Xia Ji coughed twice. Obviously, this swing of the knife also made him feel tired.

He returned the knife to the sheath and asked, "Is this explanation enough?"

The sound spreads to the dusty manor.

But got no response.

He knew that the other party was not dead, because the other party was only affected by the aftermath of this knife, and he used some kind of protective magic weapon in time for the other party, and then changed into a dharma body. Stacked on everything, so that the other party was only seriously injured but not dead.

Xia Ji didn't even want to kill him.

He looked up, the dharma disappeared, and the sky was slowly healed by the iron gray clouds.

The wind and snow are still the same, and the autumn rain is still the same.

He waited for a long time, but still did not wait for a response, thinking that the person who came to call himself this seat was speechless.

Therefore, he continued, "Don't touch my disciples again, they are from the same family, there is no need. Although I am in the ten realms, it is enough to kill you and kill you."

After he finished speaking, he had no intention of visiting this unnamed Wu family island again, so he turned and walked away.

In the dust far behind him

A man in a black imperial robe was covered in blood and passed out.

Xia Ji returned to Jinghu Manor and sat in the Huxin study, staring at the darkness in a daze.

After sitting for a while, suddenly there were light footsteps in the autumn rain outside the Zhaiyuan.

The footsteps are a bit cramped and nervous.

The visitor stood behind the arch in front of the Zhaiyuan courtyard, and seemed to be independent for a while against the wall before turning around with a determination.

The soft light of candles in the stone tower illuminates the appearance of the person coming.

It was a petite, not tall girl,

The face is not very good-looking, just medium, with some freckles on the cheeks, and a trace of restrained quiet in the eyes,

But the long, stunted, slender hair she is holding adds a little girly and lovable flavor to her,

This is a girl from the bottom of the original ninety-nine disciples - Zhao Yange.

Singer Zhao Yan, carrying mutton soup, walked cautiously to the study, half-kneeled under the eaves, plucked up his courage and raised his voice, "It's cold in late autumn, but the teacher has returned from outside, but she's still staying up late, and the disciple is cooking. Mutton soup, I want to keep warm for the teacher to ward off the cold."

Xia Ji lit the candle and looked at the trembling disciple outside the door,

She looked at herself timidly, for fear of being rejected. After all, in her eyes, the master is unfathomable and unfathomable, and she is the last to many disciples

Xia Jiwen said "Yan Ge, come in."

Zhao Yange was surprised that Teacher Yu remembered her name

If she remembers correctly, this is the first time the teacher has called her by her name.

She lowered her head, moved forward cautiously, moved to the coffee table, and put the mutton soup on the empty space of the coffee table.

The soup is very fragrant, sprinkled with pepper and chopped green onion. The floating lamb chops are very good. Almost every piece is exactly the same size. There is no rigid meat. Good fatty lamb chops.

It can be seen how careful Zhao Yange is when cooking the soup, how sincere and frightened.

The little girl put down the mutton soup and hurried back.

Xia Ji said, "I don't eat people, why are you so afraid of me?"

Zhao Yange said quietly, "No disciple."

Xia Ji smiled and said, "Sit down across from me."

Zhao Yange bit her lip and sat over, with her knees crossed and her head bowed.

Xia Ji started eating mutton soup, which was fragrant and warm.

He grabbed the bowl and took a gulp, then exclaimed, "That's really good."

Zhao Yange's eyes lit up when he heard his compliment.

Xia Ji asked, "Is there something you don't understand?"

Zhao Yange breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly grabbed a notebook from his arms, and opened it, revealing the dense handwriting on the notebook.

When she really asked, she became a little frightened again. Teacher's time is so precious, how can she ask so many questions?

Just when she hesitated, Xia Ji grabbed the notebook and read it carefully.

After a long time, he handed it back.

I have to say, this disciple is really stupid.

There are many apparently simple questions, but she gets to the point where she doesn't understand some things that are obvious at a glance.

So, Xia Ji talked to her patiently, using chopsticks as knives from time to time, and gestured twice.

He is now in the martial arts and is a master among masters, and Zhao Yange nods his head frequently for his in-depth and concise explanation.

Candles burned overnight.

Other disciples who passed by could vaguely hear the teacher's scolding from time to time in the study.

"Hand out, thug."

"Why are you so stupid?"

All the disciples understood that it was Zhao Yange, who ranked last among the seventy-two people, who was asking the teacher for advice.

After talking all night, Xia Ji's mouth was dry, and he repeated the same question back and forth more than ten times. The girl just couldn't stand him talking, and forcibly admitted that she understood.

When it was dawn, the light of dawn broke through the icy air, the autumn rain stopped, the ground was covered with leaves, and some disciples began to sweep the floor.

Zhao Yange lay on his back in the study and fell asleep.

Xia Ji glanced at her angrily, raised her hand and took a breath, grabbing a wool blanket and covering her body.

He adjusted his breath a little to restore his spirits.

Walking to the door, he suddenly froze.

A small boat is parked at the air hood at the entrance of Jinghu Manor. On the boat is a pair of teenagers and girls, all wearing the clothes of the Su family disciples.

Xia Ji's thought ~IndoMTL.com~ unlocked the protective formation, allowing the boat to enter.

As soon as the boy and girl reached the shore, they saw Xia Ji.

Xia Ji also recognized the girl among the two as Su Shu.

Su Shu hurriedly said, "Mr. Feng, the owner of the family urgently invites you back. It seems that the Wu family has come and said that you injured their people."

Xia Ji asked, "What about the Wu family?"

Another teenager said, "I don't know yet, but if I'm injured, I'm injured, and I want to seek justice? What kind of thing is the Wu family, Mr. Feng is doing well!"

Su Shu nodded in approval and said, "Yeah, why did the Wu family have the face to come to my Su family? If I can't beat people, they still run and say something, saying that he is numb."

Xia Ji couldn't help crying.

The family is awesome.

Strength is okay, but I will never admit it.