Bold Evildoer, Poor Monk Fahai

Chapter 40: Hao Ran Righteousness, the Voice of Righteous Path

After the old man was buried, Fahai and his disciples left the farmhouse and continued to march towards Montenegro.

Above the Black Mountain, the demon wind gusts, the spirit of the demon is strong, and it rolls unscrupulously.

After a long day's journey, when the night was approaching, the two masters and disciples of Fahai truly came to the edge of Montenegro.

This time, I have to face the Great King of Black Mountain and the evildoers under his command.

Quit killing looks solemn.

Fahai looked at the surging demonic energy and moved slightly.

He hadn't left Black Mountain for a few days, and the demonic spirit of Black Mountain was so terrifying.

The magical skill that the Black Mountain King practiced should not be underestimated.

Under the impact of the magic energy, the golden ring collided and made a vast sound of the Qingtian Zen Wand.

The monster concealed in the demonic energy was directly destroyed by the sound wave.

Fahai's expression was calm, his gaze was indifferent, and he looked directly at the direction of the Black Mountain Demon Spirit World.

Quit killing couldn't help asking: "Master, when will we take action to kill demons?"

"The sky is already dark, and the spirit of the demons on the Black Mountain has skyrocketed to a level, and now there is too much pressure on the demons on the Black Mountain."

Fahai said solemnly.

Quit killing would like to ask, is it possible that tomorrow will not be too much pressure on the monsters on the Black Mountain?

However, he still held back.

He still has great confidence in his master.

Although he is young, he has cultivated profound Dharma.

Having walked here, it is definitely impossible to turn around and go back. In other words, tonight, they are destined to sleep in the wilderness.

Fahai walked forward slowly, and Quit followed his footsteps.

"punish!"

Suddenly, a deafening voice resounded across Montenegro.

Fahai's expression moved slightly.

This voice is a bit familiar.

Great scholar!

It seems that the great scholar did not follow Fahai's advice, but went deep into the hinterland, intending to compete with the monsters on the Black Mountain.

The two of Fahai speeded up and walked over.

Haoran's righteousness soared into the sky, tearing through the lingering demonic energy.

The three Confucian scholars were awe-inspiring for dozens of meters.

The extra middle-aged man is the one who drives the carriage, however, he does not dress like a groom at all.

With a long sword on his back, his eyes are sharp, and he has sword energy.

The spiritual practitioner.

The young man still held the picture scroll, his expression was very calm, and there was a little panic between his eyebrows.

The big Confucian's eyes widened, his mouth was righteous, and his robes encouraged hunting.

Hundreds of pairs of scarlet eyes were in the spirit of the demon tens of meters away, staring at the three of them eagerly.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds. The lower part is Heyue, and the upper part is the sun star. Yuren said Haoran, Peihusai Cangming..."

The big Confucian chanted the song of righteousness, step by step. The sky descended with a great righteousness, and the monsters that besieged them had nowhere to hide, and disappeared under the great righteousness.

"go with!"

With a wave of Daru's arm, sheets of paper flew out of his embroidered robe. The paper flutters down, falls on a tree, or falls on the ground...

In an instant, the shocking Haoran undid righteousness, oppressing the surroundings, and the monsters with a radius of hundreds of meters were wiped out.

The falling paper is written by the great Confucian himself, containing a great uprightness, and ordinary monsters will die if they touch it.

Daru looked at the young man, "Qingtong, spread the blanket, and we will rest here tonight."

"is teacher."

The young man carefully handed the picture scroll to Daru, took out a blanket and spread it on the ground. The big Confucian sat on the floor and put the picture aside.

He looked at the middle-aged man carrying a long sword, "How do you feel?"

Wei Jingran was amazed, "Master Zhang, you are worthy of being a great Confucian in the world. You have a righteous voice. The younger generations admire you so much."

Big Confucian name taboo regulations.

"This place is just a few little monsters, it's nothing." The big Confucian said in a deep voice: "When you encounter a powerful evildoer, you still need your help."

"Master Zhang, don't worry, the younger generation will do their best."

Wei Jingran is a practitioner, and it is his responsibility to eliminate demons and defend the Tao.

The Great Confucian nodded slightly, and then said: "The strength of the demons on the Black Mountain is beyond the old man's expectation. This time there will be a hard fight."

Shan Qingtong chuckled: "With a teacher, all monsters will be annihilated."

"Chentong, don't underestimate the monster."

The great scholar warned: "This trip to Montenegro is no better than in the past, and we will all be worried about our lives if we are not careful."

"Students understand."

Shan Qingtong bowed slightly.

"Qingtong, you are the most proud disciple of the old man. You are already Hanlin at a young age. When you reach the old man's age, you may become a semi-sage."

The great scholar sighed helplessly, "The old man has reached his age, and there is not much time to live. The semi-sage dare not ask for it."

"Teacher is healthy, he can live a long life!"

Shan Qingtong said very seriously.

He was originally a peasant family. If he hadn't been trained by the rules and regulations, he would have married and had children just like others. How could he have achieved today.

The statutes are like reincarnation to him, and they have the grace to recreate.

The big scholar smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I don't know when the old man can write an article about a saint."

Huhu!

At this moment, a strong demon wind blew. The paper scattered on the ground flew up and was torn to pieces by the demon wind in an instant.

The sudden change attracted the attention of the three members of the charter.

They looked dignified, watching all directions, watching the movement around them.

The articles written by the articles of association contained a strong sense of righteousness, and the average evildoer would not dare to approach it. However, the paper was torn apart by a gust of evil wind.

The evildoer is definitely not simple, they dare not take it lightly.

"Where is the evildoer!"

The regulations shouted loudly.

"Jie Jie!"

The grim laughter sounded abruptly and it was creepy.

In the next moment, two ghostly figures flashed from a distance. They were surrounded by black air, so evil that they couldn't see their appearance. However, the devilish energy oscillated between their gestures should not be underestimated.

"Two ordinary people, a monk who builds a foundation, dare you to come to Montenegro?"

The evildoer spoke with a harsh voice, which made people nervous and uncomfortable.

Shan Qingtong's eyes widened, and he shouted angrily, "Bold evildoer, my teacher is a reborn scholar, how can you allow you to slander you like this?"

"Great Confucian? Husband, what is Great Confucian? Is it delicious?"

The grand mockery made Shan Qingtong tremble with anger.

"Qingtong, what do you say to the evil evildoer with low IQ?"

The charter waved his hand and spoke lightly. In his opinion, talking to the evildoer is a shame.

The two evil spirits stared at them fiercely, "We don't care what you are. Since we dare to come to Montenegro, we must be prepared to die."

"Although you can't compare to those two monks, you can still have a full meal."

Hiss--

Shan Qingtong couldn't help but look at his teacher, and the charter frowned. Could it be that he missed it?

"Are the two monks you ate, one old and one young?"

"Have you seen the old guy?"

The two evildoers laughed arrogantly, and said provocatively: "Don't say it, they taste really good."

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