The monk from the Western Regions had his lungs clenched, but he felt his whole body relaxed, and his mental power was regained freedom.
Because at this time Xiao Zhenwei had no intention of killing him.
Although his lungs were cracked, he had already entered the eighth grade. He urgently adjusted his true energy and squeezed the wound. Although his body did not dare to move at all, as long as Xiao Zhenwei did not kill him next, he would not be seriously injured and killed.
Xiao Zhenwei didn't want to kill him.
He just wanted to let these people know that they were afraid, and then after these people returned to India, they should have maintained such fear for many years.
The four and eighth grades were defeated in a flash, and they were seriously injured and did not die.
Xiao Zhenwei was collecting the sword at this time and his thoughts were already clear.
He took a deep breath and felt relieved.
No wonder my junior brother came far faster than he did in his practice back then.
The world is happy.
If you avenge your grudges, your heart will be relaxed, how can the sword energy not be smooth?
"You guys go."
He waved his hand at the four seriously injured and undead monks of the Western Regions and said, "No more step into the Tang realm in the future."
Blind eyes, broken legs, broken lungs, and pierced abdomen.
Even if they didn't want to stay for a moment, it was really not that easy for these four people to walk.
The man from Feizi became clever again at this time. He knelt on the ground and shouted, "I can take them away."
Before Xiao Zhenwei responded, Gu Liubai smiled and said, "You can't leave, they will find a way for themselves."
After all, I am an eighth-level practitioner, and I will finally find a way to go.
The blind man raised his broken leg and the broken leg was holding one in one hand. The four people quickly disappeared from Xiao Zhenwei and Gu Liubai's sight like a stacked arhat.
Xiao Zhenwei's eyesight was far beyond ordinary people. He thought it was very interesting when he watched the four people walking like a stacked arhats.
He didn't know that after these four people walked hard in this way, escaped from Famen Temple and returned to India, they thought of the Western Regions practitioners who had been sleeping in Famen Temple for a long time. They often felt lucky and felt that it was a kind of honor to be able to fight with such a world-leading swordsman and survive. Therefore, they recorded this trip to Middle-earth and spread it to later generations. When their disciples conveyed the stories of the four, they expressed their respect for the four people and the virtue of spreading the scriptures. Therefore, they would stack arhats to commemorate the four people every time they sacrificed. Over time, there were grand events in the Indian area, and people liked stack arhats.
Tieliu really has taken life and death lightly.
The Western Region monks were defeated in such a way that they did not only damage their foundation, but also completely shattered their desire to compete for ambition.
The fact that he joined forces with the Western Regions and Goryeo became meaningless.
But he was a little surprised now. Yuchi Dian's army had obviously advanced outside the Famen Temple, so why hadn't the entire army rushed in yet?
He knew the structure of the Tang army very well. Even if Yuchi Dian and several generals had been killed, the lower-level generals would naturally take over the responsibility of commanding the army.
Unless a higher-level general passes military orders at this time, letting them stop acting.
...
Qilian Canglan stood outside the gate of Famen Temple.
Behind her, Chen Ruoruo and Shangguan Zhaoyi stood.
She felt suffocated as she looked at the army rushing in the darkness.
Even though she possessed the identity of Sheng Ying's wife, she thought at this moment that anyone would tremble unconsciously when facing such a large army. After all, even an armored war horse of the heavy armored cavalry looked like a giant beast running out of the underworld.
She had difficulty understanding how Chen Ruoruo and Shangguan Zhaoyi behind her could remain calm under such circumstances.
However, what made her even more difficult for her to understand was that the speed of the army advancing from all directions seemed to be too slow.
She had the same questions as Tie Liuzhen.
But seeing that the heavy cavalry that was facing the temple gate had already reached an arrow, she calmed down, took a deep breath, and shouted sternly, "I am Shengying's wife, Qilian Canglan! The general of the army commander spoke!"
The speed of the heavy rider's advance suddenly slowed down, and then slowly stopped.
The troops advancing from all sides in the darkness gradually stopped, but some strange movements appeared in the army.
Several cavalrymen slowly came out of the battle. One of them bowed to Qilian Canglan in an extremely heavy manner and said, "Get out of three miles and was ordered to return to Famen Temple. On the way back and forth, all the generals above the lieutenants were assassinated."
"What?"
Qilian Canglan is a little suspicious of life.
She was thinking about what kind of rhetoric to convince the generals of the army, but at this time, there was no one who could really speak in these troops?
One retreated and one advance, only six miles came and went.
There are tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, except for the generals and personal guards of Yuchi Dian, there are no less than thirty generals above the lieutenant.
However, these generals were accurately targeted by others during this retreat and then assassinated?
She lost her mind for several breaths, and it was not until Chen Ruoruo reminded her to speak behind her back that she said tremblingly, "The sudden change in Famen Temple, General Yuchi and his generals have all been killed. Evil demons are released from the underground palace. At this time, the evil spirit fills the Famen Temple. If it is contaminated with evil spirit, it will turn into evil spirits. Now you can follow my orders and retreat ten miles to send a message to Shengying, and let him and I come to Famen Temple to meet."
The cavalrymen stared silently at the inside of the Famen Temple for a moment, finally nodded, slowly turned around and returned to the formation.
They saw the strange phenomena of Famen Temple before, and then they also saw the earth-shaking sword lights and magical powers fighting each other in the distance.
Qilian Canglan is not a general in the army. She blocked her way and asked them to retreat at this time. There were many strange things among them, but those strange and powerful assassins and the terrifying aura of the magical powers that attacked each other have made them feel that this is not a battle between the human army.
At this time, if a general in the Famen Temple came out and said not to listen to Qilian Canglan and let them continue to march, they would rush into the Famen Temple to fight at all costs. However, now there is indeed no general who can speak.
These cavalrymen were in a heavy heart and had only taken more than ten steps after riding their horses. Qilian Canglan suddenly plucked up the courage and shouted at their backs, "When you send a message to Shengying, you must add a sentence for me and tell him that I have been wrong over the years. I am sorry for him, but I want to change it."
All these cavalrymen were stunned.
But the sergeant who had spoken before turned around and said, "I understand."
No matter how high or low their cultivation level, whether they are generals or ordinary old soldiers, they are all manly.
The ladies and the man admit their mistakes, and they are all happy.
...
Young Master Meiyu was still lying on the ground and looking at the sky.
The dark jade-like sky is inlaid with silver stars, shining.
His injuries were not fatal, but his eyes were still dissipated at this time.
His pride has been completely crushed, but at this moment there are still things that he cannot accept.
By this time, the Western Regions practitioners had all left the Arhats and disappeared. Vajra Baru had already begun to search for the body of the flying corpse, but Gu Liubai had not come to care about him yet.
Don't care about me?
Don't ask me what?
He thought this was too insulting.
However, Gu Liubai really didn't have time to care about him at this time.
Gu Liubai walked to Tieliuzhen.
Tie Liuzhen looked at him with some emotion, then looked at Xiao Zhenwei, and said softly, "There is only such a great sword master in Canglang Sword Sect. He is Guo Beixi's senior brother. As for you, I think I know who you are."
Gu Liubai bowed and said seriously, "Thank you for the generous gift from the national master, but I didn't expect to see you at this time."
Tieliuzhen said, "A small country is sandwiched between powerful countries. If it does not fight for its fate, it will die."
Gu Liubai nodded to express his understanding and said, "It is not the only way to be enemies with the Tang Dynasty."
Tie Liuzhen is not a pedantic person, and said, "If I give it a chance, I will naturally grasp it."
Gu Liubai said seriously, "If you can survive this disaster safely, I would like to discuss it with the national master."
Tie Liu was really stunned.
He is not a practitioner of the spiritual supernatural powers, so he has no keen perception of some fluctuations in spiritual power. However, Gu Liubai's words made him feel that the matter of Venerable Nilian had not ended.
At this time, Vajra Baru was able to search for the body of the flying corpse.
The flying corpse was speechless.
They all have the same roots, so why not worry about each other!
They are all Western Regions practitioners. I just pulled out all my silk clothes in the underground palace and just snatched some things. What else can I hide on my body?
But at this moment, Vajra Baru also sensed a strange and powerful fluctuation of mental power.
He looked up at the top of the underground palace in shock.
At the hole in the underground palace, there was a faint light surging, like a crystal water flowing overflowing from the hole.
Gu Liubai narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt his mental power being pulled by a huge force.
At the same time, a voice rang out in his mind, "This donor, please come and argue with me."
Gu Liubai knew that this should be the spirit of Venerable Nilian, but he never liked to be led by someone, so he immediately responded in his mind, "What kind of debate? You have been dead for so many years. I am a living person and you, a dead ghost, or my mind is in trouble?"
The moment he responded, his forehead became slightly hot, and a surprise sound came from his mind, "You are destined to be with me Buddha."
Gu Liubai frowned instantly. This way of dialogue reminded him of Master Xuanqing.
He responded, "Even if I have a fate with Buddha, I have nothing to do with you?"
Venerable Nilian responded, "Don't be vulgar. If you don't want to, I can force you to defend the law."
Gu Liubai thought for a while and said, "What do you want to argue with me first?"
The laughter of Venerable Nilian sounded.
Gu Liubai was stunned and couldn't help but say the word "cat".
He found that he had been hit.
In an instant, the surrounding colorful Buddha light was shrouded in him. He was already in a brand new Dharma Hall, carved from white jade, and the four walls were filled with scriptures.
There was a bald monk who was almost young like him in the middle of the Dharma Hall. He smiled and bowed to him, saying, "Donor, I want to ask you a question."
Gu Liubai didn't say anything.
He looked around and moved.
The bald monk laughed again and said, "You are me, I am you. Even if you have all kinds of magic power, how can you cut off your own thoughts?"
Chapter completed!