WebNovel Chapter 246 The old devil comes out of seclusion
Chapter 246 The old devil comes out of seclusion
Yang Ge chased the golden old monk in black clothes away.
When Guangmingding people go to the sky, only white clouds remain in the sky for thousands of years...
After an unknown amount of time, Tang Xiong, with torn clothes and disheveled hair, climbed back to Guangmingding with one hand on his waist and a bright silver gun on the other hand, saying "Ouch, ouch". There was also a hideous human head on the bright silver gun!
"Huh……"
He looked at the empty Guangmingding in shock, and said angrily, "Where are the people? I killed Yang Potian, where are you people?"
As the saying goes: If you don't return wealth to your hometown, it's like walking in brocade at night!
A man has been living in seclusion for a while, and a veteran came out in command to pick up the popular fried chicken Yang Potian. Such an exciting thing, but there is no audience?
It's tolerable, but it's intolerable!
Just when Tang Xiong was so angry that he wanted to shout three times, a fiery red sword energy rushed to the top of the light and shouted in the air: "Who are you? Why are you here?"
Tang Xiong looked at the person coming and was about to answer when he saw a tall figure with a man and a gun rushing up along the rugged mountain road: "Where is the person? Boss Yang, have you seen the second brother?"
Tang Xiong looked left and right, and suddenly he became happy. He held his head high and said loudly: "That boy, stand still and listen clearly. I am the pioneer general of Emperor Taizong's three expeditions to Mobei. At that time, Duke Xin Guo Tang Xiong Tang Bohu, today I was ordered to kill Mingjiao’s treason leader Yang Potian at Guangmingding as a warning to others!”
The two people in the distance didn't even glance at Tang He, and they were busy digging through the remains of the Holy Fire Hall looking for someone.
"Not here!"
"Not here!"
"There are broken corpses here...well, too old, not the second child."
"Damn it, come and identify who owns these ten pounds?"
"Damn it, Old Wei!"
The two brothers picked up the wooden box dug out from the wreckage and shouted in surprise.
In the distance, Tang Xiong's old face was as black as the bottom of the pot, and he said angrily: "You little bastards, young and old, someone is talking, can't you hear me?"
"Hey, Boss Yang, if the old man killed Yang Potian, doesn't it mean that you will be the leader of the cult soon?"
"How long has it been, and you still care about the leader? Isn't the leader holding a gun with that old man?"
"Yes, yes... Lao Deng, where is our second brother? Isn't it possible that your court drove a tiger to devour a wolf and plotted against our second brother?"
"You think too highly of them, they have plotted against Yang Laoer..."
Tang Xiong had a dark old face and hesitated to speak. It took a long time before he said angrily: "Marquis Lu Ting killed a prairie lama with one against two, and chased Yang Potian behind him. That old bald donkey went east..."
"Dong? Boss Yang, let's go!"
"What are you going for? He's flying in the sky, you're running on the ground, he's taking a breath, and you have to chase him for an hour or two..."
"Then what do you think we should do?"
"Going to Luting?"
"good idea!"
"Walk?"
"Let's go!"
The two of them were having a quick conversation, and before the words could even be finished, the two of them passed Tang Xiong like a gust of wind while holding the wooden box, and jumped off Guangmingding.
"Seriously, my second brother flattened your Mingjiao Guangmingding. How did you do this?"
"I'm familiar with it. I'm going to sue you for slander just like I did. This is clearly the personal grudge between the previous leader Yang Potian and the 'Zhongshen Lord' Yang Erlang. It has nothing to do with our Ming Cult. This Heavenly King has nothing to do with Guangming Xiaoyao. The second envoy never approved any plan to deal with Yang Erlang! "
"Big dog owner..."
The two people's whispers as they drifted away drifted up to Guangmingding with the howling mountain wind, raising the tips of Tang Xiong's messy gray hair.
He glanced blankly at the empty Guangmingding, and suddenly felt very cold, really cold.
It was fine when I came here, but I can't go back...
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Seven days later, Suzhou streets.
"Roast chicken, the time-honored Fuliji roast chicken..."
The owner of the delicatessen shop was standing in front of his store, guarding a large basket of golden and buttery roasted chicken, and shouting loudly.
A figure appeared outside the chopping board: "Boss, here's a roast chicken!"
"Well done, sir..."
The shopkeeper skillfully raised his head with a warm smile and glanced at the visitor. He picked up the grappling hook and skillfully rummaged through the rice dumplings: "Sir, do you want the bigger or smaller ones? Do you want to cut them? The small size comes with a secret five-spice dipping sauce." material……"
Before he finished speaking, he felt his eyes light up. When he raised his eyes, he saw nothing in front of him. He looked around inexplicably. When he lowered his head again, he found that there was a fat chicken missing from the basket and there were too many on the chopping board. A silver dime the size of a quail egg came out.
"That's weird, hey..."
In the crowd of people in the distance, Yang Ge grabbed the roast chicken and tore into it as if there was no one around, wandering along with the crowd as he walked.
After walking a hundred steps, he suddenly twisted and crashed into the fish restaurant on one side, causing a burst of panicked exclamations.
The next second, a powerful figure wrapped in a katana smashed through the roof of the fish restaurant and rose into the sky, rushing desperately out of the city. A dazzling golden sword light followed closely behind, chasing and slashing out in the air. A few knives tore the clothes of the powerful figure in front to pieces, exposing a body of golden tendons...
The fish restaurant owner trembled and covered his head and hid under the dining table. Suddenly, he saw a silver bead the size of an egg rolling down in front of him.
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"Qiangu Youyou!"
"Snow is falling on the earth!"
"Spring Thunder Storm!"
"Scorched gold flowing stone!"
"Frost kills all kinds of grass..."
Yang Ge chased the old monk in black who came forward with a fierce attack. The ferocious sword energy hit the old monk in black one after another as if it was free of charge.
But the old monk in black only used the indestructible power of the Vajra to escape forward. Yang Ge's sword energy split open on his body. Not only could it not break his defense, it actually caused him to distance himself. with help...
The "Indestructible Vajra" is the top body-protecting magic in Buddhism in the Wei Dynasty. It is not like the popular "Golden Bell" and "Iron Cloth Shirt". The body-protecting skills of the muscles and bones practiced horizontally are a 360-degree body-protecting magic skill that is practiced from the outside to the inside, both internally and externally!
In short, the "Indestructible Magic Skill" has both the "Golden Bell"'s ability to use internal energy to disperse enemy attacks, and the "Iron Cloth Shirt"'s copper skin, iron bones, and invulnerable muscles.
The integration of this and this is like a copper pea that cannot be chewed or boiled!
Yang Ge chased the old bald donkey for seven days, cutting all the way from Huangshan to Suzhou. Lengyue's sword was almost broken, but he couldn't do anything to the old bald donkey!
It wasn't that he really had nothing to do with this old bald donkey, but that this old bald donkey didn't want to confront him head-on. He ran away when he saw him. Three miles away, what can he do? No matter how long his sword energy is, can he still span space?
What's even more terrible is that this old bald donkey knows the Jianghuai area very well. When Yang Ge is about to drain the old bald donkey's energy, he can always find a densely populated place to get in and hide. Ge was unable to use the forty-foot sword in a densely populated area, so he could only follow him into the city...
This old bald donkey also figured out Yang Ge's psychological bottom line. He knew that if he went on a killing spree in a densely populated place, Yang Ge would kill him by force at all costs, so he only played hide and seek with Yang Ge every time he entered the city. , Dare not really start a fight with Yang Ge in the city.
That is to say, the Tai Chi Yuanshen cultivated by Yang Ge can digest all the vitality of heaven and earth, and the speed of recovery is unparalleled in the world. In addition, he uses the two qi of yin and yang to observe the various conditions in the world and can always accurately find the traces of this old bald donkey...
If it had been anyone else, he would have been lost long ago!
He was really ruthless this time. No matter how slippery, smelly, and hard the old bald donkey was, he would bite the old bald donkey with all his strength. He was determined to stop until he died. momentum!
The two of them were chasing and escaping like this, running around the entire East China Plain...
However, in just seven days, rumors spread throughout the rivers and lakes in the north and south that the Holy Lord Xian Sheng was chasing a mysterious Buddhist master. There were also good people who collected rumors from all sides every day, mapped the two's footprints, and updated them in real time.
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Half a month later.
The old monk in black rushed into the land of Heluo and once approached Luting.
Yang Ge was so mad that he did not hesitate to kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred to himself. He squeezed more than half of his true energy out of his body as propulsion fuel. In the extreme state where his body was under the terrifying pressure close to the sonic boom speed and almost collapsed, he forcibly used He used his strongest move and never looked back, cutting off an arm of the old monk in black... The speed was too fast. His vision, thinking and sword moves were completely out of touch. He was clearly aiming at the head of the old monk in black, but... The sword was deflected more than ten feet away. If the old monk in black hadn't been frightened by his sudden outburst and moved around randomly, sending an arm under his sword, I'm afraid the winner would have been decided by then.
The old monk in black, who had lost an arm, did not dare to approach Luting anymore, and fled southward into the Songshan area in a panic.
Yang Ge pursued Yang Ge to Songshan Mountain, and the Shaolin Temple opened its gates. Monk Xingzhe personally led all the monks in the temple to greet him to show his innocence.
An old monk in black clothes appeared in Shaolin Temple, and Yang Ge chased him all the way through the thousand-year-old temple.
The two of them chased each other again, and circled back to the border of Suzhou. At the right time, Yang Ge, who was full of murderous intent, struck harder. The sword was as cold as ice hell. The old monk in black couldn't hold on, so he changed his route and headed north. .
Yang Ge chased the old monk in black all the way north.
After one month.
The old monk in black crossed Songting Pass and plunged into the vast grassland. Yang Ge jumped out to chase him without hesitation.
Hundreds of miles of vast mountains jumped past, and a fertile and vast grassland came into Yang Ge's eyes. In the center of the grassland, a colorful tent seemed to be dotted on the lawn... This was a Tatar tribe with a population of over 10,000.
When the old monk in black in front saw the Tatar tribe, he immediately jumped to the ground and dived in.
Yang Ge chased him to the ground, and there was no one else in his eyes except the old monk in black. But after he walked through the Tatar tribe for only a cup of tea, the neighing of horses could be heard around him, and countless huge waists could be heard. The round Tatar cavalry in fur coats slapped the horse's butt with their sabers and rushed towards him with loud curses...
Yang Gordon suddenly realized... It turned out that the old bald donkey led him out of seclusion, not to lead him into the Tatar trap, but to make him anger the Tatars.
"Forget it, let's just ask you to collect some interest first..."
He lowered his eyelids, and the light from the knife in his hand surged.
A streak of sharp sword energy filled the sky with blood and blood...
Leng Yue's sword screamed heartily, and the billowing evil energy enveloped Yang Ge like a lead cloud.
He rose into the sky, and countless fragments of remnant soldiers flew up from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain. The prototype of the black dragon condensed under him. The cold moon sword released a billowing light of blood, giving the black dragon the finishing touch.
"Kengkengkengkeng..."
Countless fragments of remnant soldiers buzzed in unison, and the sound was like the roar of a dragon coming out of the sea.
The long-lost black dragon appears again in the world.
Yang Ge stood on the back of the black dragon, the murderous intent in his chest and the black dragon's rolling evil aura merged into one, and his momentum soared into the sky!
It is said that there is no strongest martial arts in the world, only the strongest people.
And Yang Ge's current state is his true strongest state!
The black dragon roared, and a divine dragon swung its tail, closing the distance of hundreds of feet and swallowing the one-armed old monk in black who was struggling to escape in front of him.
"Bang."
The next second, the top of the black dragon's head exploded, and the golden light shone like an Arhat's birth. The one-armed old monk in black rose into the sky and continued to flee forward without saying a word.
Only this time, his body finally no longer had the oily appearance that Yang Ge had before, even though Yang Ge could not break through his violent attacks with his sword!
He's bleeding!
The tiny wounds all over his body looked like Ling Chi!
Yang Ge looked down at him, and in the depths of his cold eyes, some kind of hysterical emotion was howling crazily...
If you want to describe that kind of emotion in detail, you may need a psychology master to conduct an in-depth analysis of Yang Ge at this moment.
But if you just give a rough summary, it can be summarized in four words: ‘Fuck you! ’
To hell with benevolence, righteousness and morality!
Success or failure, honor or disgrace, go to hell!
Life and death...go to hell!
If I can’t kill you this time, I’ll kill myself!
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The black dragon roared and chased the one-armed black-clothed old monk in circles all the way deep into the grassland.
The extremely strong evil spirit formed a blood mist visible to the naked eye, covering the entire black dragon. The terrifying pressure scared the prairie wolves from a distance of more than ten miles until they peed...
On the second day after setting foot on the grassland, heavy snow fell after nightfall, and a bright new moon in the east illuminated the entire grassland darkly and brightly.
The old monk in black, who had run for hundreds of miles in one breath and endured dozens of tortures without saying a word, suddenly opened his mouth and shouted angrily: "Holy Master, help!"
"Are you there?"
Yang Ge, who was on the back of the black dragon, heard the scream and murmured softly: "Then you are useless."
In an instant, the black dragon roared and descended from the sky, crashing headlong into the black-clothed old monk stumbling on the ground, falling vertically from beginning to end like a mountain collapsing.
The old monk in black roared at the top of his lungs, and a dazzling golden light lit up in the dark blood mist under the moonlight, but it swayed, shattered, and disappeared under the wash of the black dragon...
"Bang."
The black dragon blasted a large crater with a diameter of more than fifty meters on the grassland, and dust and grass particles flew into the sky.
When the dust fell to the ground, Yang Ge, who was in the center of the pit, bent down to pick up a golden skull and weighed it gently in his hand.
At the right time, a burst of majestic golden light lit up right in front of him.
In the golden light, a rickety old man wearing a black dragon robe, a nine-pointed crown on his head, and walking on clouds made of gold silk walked slowly step by step.
"A layman's trick!"
He smiled softly.
Yang Ge raised his head, his eyes as red as ink, with no white of his eyes visible, unable to reflect the majestic golden light around him.
"Ju your mother!"
He also smiled softly.
The two of them were no more than ten feet apart. One was protected by golden light, like a god descending from the earth, and the other was filled with evil energy, like an old demon coming out of seclusion.
Just like the epic scene in Western religious oil paintings of saints fighting against demons...