He was an ascetic monk from the Tantric Buddhism in the desert of the Northern Wei Dynasty. But because he had been with the Demon Sect for many years, he would not feel that he was from the border area of ​​the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Needless to mention the scenery of Jiangnan is very different from that of desert land, or Luoyang, but he came all the way, but he had no intention of seeing the scenery.

He came on behalf of the Demon Sect and wanted to talk to the most noble emperor of the Southern Dynasty.

The emperor had agreed to this meeting and was waiting for his arrival in Jiankang City.

However, the emperor agreed, but some people disagreed.

There is a shore rock by the river. Countless traces are rubbed by various cables on the shore rock. However, in the wetlands below the shore rock, some aquatic plants are blooming, and a circle of red flowers are blooming around this shore rock.

The stone was originally empty, but when the boat came from a distance and was not far away from the stone, there was a man suddenly on the stone.

The man was tall and had long hair scattered. He looked unkempt, but he gave people a feeling of extra cleanliness.

His facial features are very righteous, and the years seem to leave no trace on his face, making it impossible to judge his true age from his appearance.

It seems that he can be in his twenties, but he can be in his thirties.

His appearance was very quiet, like a secluded orchid in the valley.

He once appeared on the shore of a salt lake in Meishan Mountain just to look at Lin Yi. However, no one knew that there was a powerful practitioner like him, no one knew that there was a world of cultivators at that time or now.

He is undoubtedly powerful.

Even though he had been standing quietly on this shore rock for a moment, the ascetic monk on the small boat on the river suddenly raised his head and suddenly noticed his existence.

The ascetic frowns deeply, his face becomes more and more serious, and even feels that the bamboo hat on his head is getting heavier and heavier.

It was so heavy that he couldn't bear it.

So he slowly stretched out his hand and took off the bamboo hat on his head.

He then stood up, stood at the bow of the boat, looked at the man on the stone bowing slightly, and asked solemnly: "What are you?"

He must first determine the man's identity.

If the man was not sent by the Emperor of the Southern Dynasty to guide him, if it was his enemy, he would directly choose to escape.

He had no confidence to defeat this man, and he was just an envoy, and there was no need to fight a powerful practitioner here to determine life and death.

The boatman who was lying on the boat was stunned.

With the ascetic's luggage, the boatman discovered that there was a man standing on the stone in the distance.

The boatman was surprised.

The stone stood on the water, at least ten feet away from the shore, but the man on the stone looked clean, his upper was not wet, and there were no boats around the stone, so he couldn't understand how the man got on the stone.

"I know who you are, and I won't let you meet the emperor."

The man on the stone did not answer his question, but just said these two sentences calmly.

The ascetic monk lowered his head.

He felt the other person's intentions.

The moment he lowered his head, a gentle and powerful aura had fallen on the boatman's back.

The boatman had not even had time to shout out, but was already swept away by a powerful force.

He flew out of the boat, like a stone thrown by a catapult, and smashed at the man on the stone.

At the same time, the ascetic flew backwards and he resolutely flew towards the water behind.

No matter where this man came from, it is certain that he must be a practitioner from the Southern Dynasties.

In his opinion, since he is a practitioner of the Southern Dynasties, he must at least take care of the life and death of the Southern Dynasties.

He smashed the boatman away. As long as the boatman could stop the other party for a moment, he felt that he could escape smoothly.

However, everything was not exactly the same as what he thought.

The boatman felt that his back was lightly lit again, and his eyes blurred. At the moment when he could finally exclaim, he found that he had landed on the shore.

"My boat!"

In the next moment, the boatman did not even consider whether he was safe or not, nor did he even think that he had just walked at the gate of hell. He just subconsciously felt heartbroken that his boat was still floating in the river.

If he goes downstream, he will not be able to catch up even if he swims.

This boat is most of his possessions.

However, before his heartache screamed, the figure of the man who was originally standing on the stone had fallen on his boat like a glimpse of light, and then he swept without stopping, chasing the ascetic monk who fell into the water.

The boat was like an arrow from the string, bringing a white line on the water surface, and it shot straight towards the shore where he was.

The ascetic monk flew out of thin air dozens of feet, and his feet fell on the water, but it was like stepping on a pile of cotton, and it did not sink into the water as he imagined.

Feeling the terrifying power coming out of the water, the ascetic monk's breathing completely stopped. He looked at the man who was like orchid in disbelief, and was sure that even if the Demon Sect had arrived in person, he might not be able to defeat the man.

He could not imagine when such a practitioner appeared in the Southern Dynasties.

A soft sound was heard.

The center of his eyebrows suddenly sank strangely.

At the same time, a powerful force of vital energy driven by the power of thought had fallen into the man's eyebrows at the same time.

He did not expect that he could kill the man, but just wanted to use this method of losing both sides to win some time for himself to escape.

However, just as the power gathered by his unique true energy and mental means fell on the man's eyebrows, the man's eyes were crystal clear, and countless crisscrossing light threads emerged from his skin.

The power he suppressed in the man's eyebrows was instantly cut and shattered, turning into countless slightly bright flying chips.

"Why practice!"

The ascetic monk was shocked and whispered three words.

He recognized that this was the means He Xiuxing had. If this man had not been much younger than He Xiuxing, he had once suspected that the news of He Xiuxing's death that was reported in the Southern Dynasties was false.

In the next moment, he was ready to face eternal death.

He was not afraid of death, but regretted that he did not die in his hometown, but he was about to die in the Southern Dynasty when he first set foot in.

It's too wet here, even death is not satisfactory.

However, at this moment, he heard the man's voice.

"You misunderstood what I mean, I don't want to kill you."

The man waved his sleeves and said, "Go back and tell the Demon Sect that one day when I am here, he should not think about being able to talk to the emperor to return to the Southern Dynasty."

The ascetic monk was stunned. Before he could come to his senses, he flew up like the boatman in the next moment.
Chapter completed!