I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

"Hmph! The emperor of the world should be decided by the world. As immortals in heaven, you should stay out of it and watch the clouds roll by."

"In this way, even if the heaven collapses, you still have a chance of survival."

Fahai showed a mocking look in his eyes, and said coldly: "It's ridiculous that the world is ignorant. You immortals are also blinded by greed. Now you are stepping into the world's disputes for no reason, involving right and wrong and cause and effect. In the end, you can't avoid the five declines of heaven and man, and turn to ashes."

"The five declines of heaven and man? It's a pity that I am an immortal in heaven, not a heavenly being in the three realms and six paths of your Buddhist sect, and I have never believed in this."

Lin Xuan said lightly: "Even if there is such a good thing, it's better to leave it to your group of heavenly kings in Buddhism. Enjoy your life."

"Brother Lin is right. This python monster is a double standard dog."

A Qing snorted: "He keeps saying that we are involved in cause and effect, but what is he doing?"

"Humph! This seat is the body of the Buddhist guardian dragon. I am ordered by the Buddha to walk in the world to eliminate the heterodox and save all living beings."

Fahai's voice was cold and compassionate: "You are just a mere immortal. How dare you compare with this seat?"

"You Buddhists are weird. Any cat or dog can become a dragon."

Lin Xuan laughed and said: "You monk have said so much. You don't even believe it yourself, right?"

The dragons often mentioned in Buddhism are the dragons in "The Eight Divisions of Heaven and Dragon". In Sanskrit, they are called Naga.

It looks like a highly poisonous creature with several heads, each of which looks like a cobra.

This thing likes to live under the water, has a palace, likes treasures, and has the power to control water and make clouds and rain. It should be considered to have some divine power.

It can be regarded as the beggar version of the ancient fierce god Xiangliu.

Although it is somewhat powerful, it is also quite curious...

"How dare you!"

Fahai's face sank, and he squeezed the rosary in his hand.

A slight cracking sound was heard, and a Bodhi Buddha bead the size of a longan suddenly appeared in the air.

The Buddha bead turned in the air and instantly turned into a giant python, emitting a brilliant and magnificent Buddha light, biting towards Lin Xuan's head.

"Hmm? Is it really a giant python? It's interesting."

Lin Xuan's heart moved slightly, and his right arm bent inward, drew a semicircle, pushed outward, and gently pressed on the head of the giant python.

If this python is Fahai's family, then Fahai is most likely the Mahoraga in "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

The body of that thing is a huge python, which doesn't like water very much and lives underground all year round.

But after birth, it also has weak divine power, which is considered the guardian god of Buddhism.

Anyway, these two things look weird, and they are very different from the "celestial dragon" that people know.

Boom!

The unparalleled palm force hit the head of the giant python, and the giant python exploded and turned into a cracked Buddhist bead.

The Buddhist bead annihilated itself and turned into a blazing sun-like flame, gushing towards the two.

"It's quite insidious."

Ah Qing wrinkled her nose slightly, swung the green bamboo stick, and chopped it down suddenly.

The sword intent burst out, turning into a series of sword shields as majestic as mountains, intercepting the rolling Buddha light.

"Buddhism just likes to do this kind of thing that is not presentable."

Lin Xuan rolled up his sleeves and took all the rushing Buddha light into the small world in his sleeves: "Anyway, there are not many tricks to go back and forth, just get used to it."

"Huh? That palm you just used was not a magical power of the immortal way?"

Fahai was slightly startled, with doubt in his eyes: "Prove the Tao with martial arts?"

Under the palm power, the blood lotus under his feet shook violently.

The blood and qi floated, and the mist was steaming, like clouds, making his figure look a little ethereal.

"Well, this set of martial arts is called the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

Lin Xuan said indifferently: "It's hard to say whether I can subdue a dragon, but I am more than capable of subduing a snake."

"Hmph! How can a brute force know the boundless Buddhist Dharma and the mighty power of the gods!"

Fahai let out a breath, tore open his monk robe, revealing the mighty dragon tattoo inside: "I want to see if you can subdue a dragon."

"How do you plan to see?"

Lin Xuan laughed: "You are a snake, not a dragon. If you win, you will only subdue a snake."

"You are a celestial being who only knows how to talk!"

Fahai's eyes showed a trace of anger: "It's useless to say more today. Above the sea of ​​clouds, I will learn from you!"

As soon as he spoke, the blood lotus and Fahai's body dissipated.

A blood cloud covering several miles appeared out of thin air on the sky, like a blood pool of Shura.

"Why are you in such a hurry..."

Lin Xuan glanced at Ah Qing: "I feel this guy is a little weird, I'll go see what cards he has."

"Anyway, you should be careful."

Ah Qing thought for a while: "If the bald guy's cards are too good, you should come back quickly, and I'll find time to give him a sword."

"Okay, let's put it this way."

Lin Xuan patted Ah Qing's shoulder, and his figure appeared on the top of the sea of ​​clouds.

The blood cloud rolled, and the blood light, Sanskrit chanting, golden light and strong wind mixed together, making a heart-pounding explosion sound, like the collapse of the sky and the earth.

"It's quite a big noise..."

Ah Qing exhaled: "The old man with the sword, you have been waiting for a while, don't waste time."

"Obviously, he has the talent to step into the peak, but he can't even kill his feelings, and he can only become someone else's plaything in the end."

An old and hoarse voice sounded: "What a humiliation! Even the inheritance of the gods is so self-degrading?"

The crisp sound of the bell rang, and the extremely rich breath of death rolled and covered the four directions.

A figure wearing a skull mask, heavy armor, and a wide black robe slowly walked out of the void.

The man in black robe held a huge shield in his left hand, and a huge bloody heavy sword in his right hand.

The aura of decay of all things emanates from the black-robed man, giving people a feeling of blood spilling on the earth and fertile wilderness withered.

"You are someone else's plaything!"

Ah Qing's pretty face blushed slightly: "Looking at the way you hide your head and tail, you probably don't look good to others. Those girls don't like you either, so they have to wear a mask when going out."

"...We have transcended human emotions long ago and there is no need to attempt these crude methods of provocation."

An old and hoarse voice sounded from behind the skull mask, his tone was indifferent to men and women, and he was calm and without any emotion.

But the moment you hear the sound, it gives you a feeling of coldness that goes deep into your bones.

"Huh? It seems I was right. The more people like you care about something, the more you have to emphasize that you don't care."

Ah Qing's eyes lit up: "The defense has been broken, the defense has been broken, let's change the subject."

"Are these your last words?"

The man in black robe snorted, and pointed the heavy sword at Ah Qing: "In that case, hand over your head."

The blood flowed on the heavy sword, and it was extremely clear, as if it could reflect the souls of the world.

"My head is fine here, but I can't give it to you."

Ah Qingdai raised her eyebrows lightly, held the green bamboo stick horizontally, and made a blocking gesture: "Before taking action, let me confirm that you are the old man in the mountain? Did you chop Mr. Huang Shang?"

"We never pay attention to the names of the weak."

The man in black robe was hidden behind the mask, looking at Ah Qing with eyes like ghost fire: "The man of the mountain has come to assassinate you as requested. Your body and soul will also usher in death at the same time."

"Are you dressed like this to assassinate?"

Ah Qing looked at the can-like shape of the Mountain Master and felt a little speechless: "Sure enough, there are not many masters these days who are sane."

"Foolish words! Why should the assassin care about such a trivial matter?"

"Killing all the beings who have seen my figure is the perfect infiltration and assassination."

The old man of the mountain said coldly: "The pursuit of concealment is ultimately just a trick used by incompetent fools."

"This sentence is quite majestic. No wonder your main business is the magic stick."

Ah Qing nodded: "Okay, we're done talking, you can die."

"Ignorance! The evening bell has already revealed your name. Once the feather of death notice falls, it will be the time when your soul returns."

The mountain man's eyes flashed with bloody light, and his giant sword stabbed the ground heavily.

It was as if the real aura of death surged, creating a solemn and strange shadow of a four-winged angel on the sky.

The angel god spread his huge wings, and the white feathers fell like snowflakes.

Under the feathers are densely packed eyeballs, which may be open or closed, rotating or blinking, in all sorts of strange and indescribable ways.

According to legend, the four wings behind Azrael, the angel of death, are covered with eyes, and his unfathomable gaze stares at everyone in the world.

When the eyes close, it means that the life of the object of his gaze has come to an end.

"This eyeball monster is full of the power of death. Is this the god you, the skull, believe in?"

"But this guy is too disgusting. Wouldn't it be better for you to convert to the King of Hell?"

Ah Qing was stared at by the dense eyeballs of the accusing angel, and he felt a little lost: "Xiao Hei, go and peck this thing off."

The green bamboo stick was raised, the colors of the sky and the earth changed, lightning flashed and thunder roared, sharp birdsong sounded, and the ethereal and real black bird dharma appeared out of thin air.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Xuannio glanced at the wings of Azrael, the angel of death, as if he saw some extremely delicious food, and his eyes showed excitement.

The next moment, the black bird suddenly raised its wings and turned into a dark black lightning, rushing towards Azrael.

"???"

Azrael looked at the giant bird approaching rapidly with some surprise.

As if he thought of something, he suddenly shook his shoulders and quickly closed his spread wings.

"Cuckoo!"

The black bird screamed strangely, opened its huge mouth unceremoniously, and pecked it down like a chicken pecking at rice.

Dozens of eyeballs were pecked out by Xuannv, and a faint whine came from the void.

Azrael was furious, pulled out the jet-black sword of death, and slashed at the black bird.

The black bird hissed, and while continuing to peck at the delicious eyeballs, it grabbed Azrael unwilling to be outdone.

In a moment, the solemn angel's holy light dispersed, and all the holy white feathers turned into blood feathers, which was shocking.

"What...what kind of bird is this?"

The old man of the mountain stared blankly at the battle in the sky, his oriole-like eyes showing a hint of confusion.

He had just used the suzerain authority of the Assassin Order to summon the projection of Azrael, the angel of death.

He planned to kill Ah Qing in one fell swoop and spread the glory of God.

Unexpectedly, the other party was not only not afraid, but also summoned a strange bird that was too good to die.

This strange bird is also very evil. It pecks the eyeballs of the angel of death, just like a fucking pacman.

This outrageous thing made the experienced mountain man a little confused.

"This is Xiao Hei."

Ah Qing smiled and said: "It's rare to see it so happy. It seems that it likes this birdman."

"Damn it! This is the most profound blasphemy against the gods!"

The old man of the mountain reacted suddenly, and the confusion in his eyes turned into blazing anger: "You stubborn heretics must be completely purified!"

The blood sword was raised, and the pure power of death was intertwined, and it slashed hard at the black bird.

Even though the projection of Azrael, the angel of death, was killed in battle, the real body would not go to heaven with him.

But this is not without cost. It requires a huge amount of origin and faith.

Thinking of this, the old man of the mountain felt that he could no longer wait and watch.

Otherwise, he will never let the Death Reporting Angel respond to his call again...

If you don't consider yourself a blasphemer, it would be nice to have a divine punishment.

"Don't hit my little blackie!"

Ah Qingdai frowned slightly and raised her green bamboo stick to block the heavy sword: "Xiao Hei doesn't have any bad intentions. He just wants to have a good meal. Why are you joining in the fun?"

"That's your mother's fault!"

The old man of the mountain was extremely angry and slashed hard at Ah Qing with his bloody heavy sword.

The sword intent dispersed, like death and withering, causing the surrounding vegetation to wither.

"Huh? Your skull's swordsmanship is average, but your swordsmanship is quite good."

Ah Qing waved the green bamboo stick, and the green sword light shining on the world burst out, blocking the blood sword: "Is this the power of rules that Lin Xuan said? Are you actually the agent of death?"

"Those who blaspheme God will surely pay with their lives!"

The mountain man's fire-like eyes have turned blood red,

Taking one step forward, the power of death surged out of him without reservation, and merged into a huge bloody heavy sword in the void.

The heavy sword was raised, and endless bloody sword light appeared in the void, crashing towards Ah Qing like thunder.

"Can one sword separate life and death? That's fine."

Ah Qing hummed softly, raised the green bamboo stick, and touched the tip of the heavy sword with a subtle touch.

The wind and clouds are surging, and the yin and yang fish picture slowly emerges on the front part of the green bamboo stick, as if it is a barrier between life and death.

Green-green brilliance gushes out from the Yin-Yang fish diagram, attaches to the blood-colored heavy sword, and slowly penetrates into it.

Both of their bodies came to a standstill, and their ethereal eyes were firmly locked on each other's sword tips.

It was as if the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering, and the moon and stars were sinking, and they had nothing to do with it.

***

"Kill!"

On the main battlefield, the tide of troops from both sides squeezed together, and the living lives continued to fall down, turning into cold corpses.

In an instant, there were countless small piles of corpses in the center of the battlefield.

Lin Chong, Wu Song and others also faced off against Fang La's general, and they fought fiercely.

"This group of Mingjiao people are usually not very good. When they talk about rebellion, it's like they've been shot..."

Huang Rong inserted the handsome sword back into her waist, abandoned her horse, and reached out to take a heavy iron sword the size of a door leaf.

In the Yitian plane, she had used the dragon-slaying knife for quite some time, and was quite experienced with this heavy weapon.

When he first arrived in Liangshan, he went to the director of the weapons and equipment department, "Golden Leopard" Tang Long, and ordered a heavy knife.

This kind of unconventional order gave Tang Long a bit of a headache.

After working hard for a while, thanks to Ah Qing's absolution and the title of Star God, and Tang Long's change of mind to use star power to strike iron, it was finally done.

"All generals, follow me and kill the enemy!"

Huang Rong held the sword in one hand, and several Qi and Lu appeared in front of the battlefield, raising and lowering the sword.

The strong wind gathered, and the giant blade the size of a door leaf fell heavily, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on it, and it hit the forehead of one of Fang La's generals.

The sound of extremely dense bone cracks continued to sound, which completely exploded the burly body, turning the man and the horse into a puddle of flesh.

"..."

This scene was so overbearing that the soldiers who were fighting all around subconsciously stopped their movements and looked at Huang Rong in shock.

"You're beating yourselves. Why are you watching me?"

Huang Rong snorted softly, and her petite body suddenly jumped up and landed in Fang La's main formation.

The moment she landed, the girl took a deep breath and used the force of the knife to spin her body again.

The golden armor is gleaming, dazzling and beautiful.

The next moment, the sword energy suddenly exploded, spreading in all directions like a shock wave.

More than a dozen elite cavalrymen only felt their bodies getting cold, and then they were split into two pieces, including men and horses.

"Hahaha! Brother Huang is so lucky! He is indeed a heroic man who can run horses with his arms and stand on people with his fists!"

While cheering, Lu Zhishen held up the water-milling Zen staff to greet Baoguang Tathagata Deng Yuanjue: "Thieves pinch birds, don't run away! Take a stick from Sajia!"

"I'll run away from your mother!"

Deng Yuanjue was furious. He picked up a thick iron Zen staff and started fighting with Lu Zhishen.

"This knife is still very useful. Why didn't those fierce generals in history use this thing?"

Huang Rong didn't care about scolding Lu Zhishen. She jumped forward several feet and swiped the sword with all her strength.

The sounds of people tumbling on their backs were mixed with roars and screams, and they continued to sound.

Almost every time Huang Rong swung the sword, a waterfall of blood exploded in the air.

"Holy shit!"

Seeing this outrageous scene, the assault force on the opposite side, like arrows, subconsciously paused for a moment.

Dozens of generals leading the front army subconsciously reined in their horses and looked at the girl with the broadsword in front of them with some hesitation.

They are all warriors who have fought many battles and are no longer afraid of life and death.

But it's one thing to not be afraid of death, it's another thing to be chased and chopped by a knife bigger than the door panel...

This kind of battle with no way to survive is a test of mentality.

"Follow the Star Lord to kill the enemy!"

Lu Junyi and Qin Ming wiped away cold sweat at the same time and led more than a thousand cavalry to rush forward from the side.

The qilin spear flashed, the mace fell, and the two generals whose morale was greatly depleted rushed to the street at the same time.

"Kill that girl quickly, or you'll get spanked!"

The famous general of the Southern Kingdom, Pang Wanchun, saw that the situation was not good, and quickly bent his bow and put an arrow on it, shooting at Huang Rong like thunderbolt.

"How can it be so easy!"

Hua Shuangqing shouted, drew the carved bow like a full moon, and shot an arrow as well.

The two sharp arrows collided in the air and exploded at the same time.

Considering that this girl and Suo Chao had some cause and effect, Lin Xuan asked Ah Qing to give Suo Chao's original Sky Star Pardon to her.

After having the star destiny, this girl's speed and strength have been greatly improved, which is quite suitable for the profession of archer.

"They have more people, but we are definitely better."

The arrow whistled like a spirit snake spitting out its letter, and Pang Wanchun was shot through the throat by Hua Rong and fell off his horse.

"Hahaha, it feels so good!"

Li Kui stripped naked, holding a pair of axes in his hands, and swung the second master into the Fang La army.

The huge axe flew left and right, and immediately killed a group of dumbfounded Mingjiao disciples.

"..."

Bao Xu, Xiang Chong, Li Gun and others led 500 players and rushed to block Li Kui's attack from the side and rear.

Although Li Kui's record against famous generals was average.

His bare-handed level was far inferior to Lu Zhishen, Wu Song and others.

But his ability to clear the line of soldiers with a pair of axes was unmatched...

Waving two axes and charging forward all the way, it was a bloody storm.

And Li Kui, looking at this Shura battlefield-like scene, also had a frenzy and bloodthirsty effect.

The more he killed, the happier he was, and his physical strength was unlimited, just like the legendary berserker.

Lin Xuan couldn't understand this either, and could only classify it as part of his personality.

"All generals and departments should protect each other, not fight on their own, not be greedy for merit and advance rashly, and not affect the big boss and the little sword fairy!"

Huang Shang looked at Li Kui twisting his bare butt and rushing around, and was immediately furious.

With a flash of his figure, Huang Shang appeared beside Li Kui, grabbed Li Kui's ear and pulled him back.

"The old man is right. Today we will kill enemies and train soldiers!"

Huang Rong used her internal force, swept her heavy sword, and knocked away a general whose name she didn't know: "Fang La, dare you fight me?"

"Is it a bit too much..."

Huang Yaoshi followed Huang Rong speechlessly: "You want to be an empress but not a Valkyrie, so there is no need to risk your life, right?"

Before he finished speaking, Huang Yaoshi narrowed his eyes slightly and flicked his finger.

The stone broke through the air and shot at a general holding a steel spear who was killing Huang Rong.

With the dense explosion sound, the general's breastplate exploded, and he fell off his horse with blood spurting out, and died.

"I know."

Huang Rong dropped the door knife and stuck out her tongue: "Fang La is not simple either. It's okay if he doesn't dare to fight, but I'm not so stubborn as to defeat the army alone."

The scorching sun shines on her shining armor, making her look heroic.

"Fang La is called the false emperor, but he is just a coward!"

Xiao Qing raised the Big Dipper flag high and shouted: "My sister can beat the shit out of him."

The wind blew the flag and fluttered.

Feeling the eyes of everyone looking at the flag, Xiao Qing was very proud and held her head high.

Although she didn't have much curve, she still felt that she was very powerful.

"Damn it! Where did Liangshan get so many generals with strong martial arts and proficient in battle formations?"

"Humph! There are also Taoists who can cast spells? Those bull noses are also two-faced people. They actually secretly communicated with Liangshan!"

Fang Qifo interspersed in front of the battlefield and fought with Lu Junyi, Lin Chong, Wu Song, and Yang Zhi.

Then he was surprised to find that he had no confidence in winning against any one of them.

In fact, once he was surrounded by four people...

He couldn't even run away!

When he was beating the Song army before, he had never encountered such a master.

With a little distraction, Fang Qifo was hit in the face by Zhang Qing with a stone, and his nose bleeds and he is in a very embarrassing state.

"Holy Lord, let's not talk about Liangshan Lin Xuan and the little sword fairy for now, the female star master is also very weird..."

"Well, Brother Shi is right. The morale of those barbarians is high. It is difficult for our army to win in a hurry. Please take shelter for a while."

Shi Bao and Fang Jie reluctantly withdrew and came to Fang La panting.

They said this, which was already giving Fang La face.

In fact, now that Fang La's army is at home, the casualties are far higher than Liangshan.

The combat effectiveness of the soldiers is actually not much different.

But the generals on the Liangshan side are all fierce, and each one is worth a hundred.

They have always been skilled in martial arts, and as high-ranking members of the Ming Cult, they have benefited from a lot of resources, so they can barely compete with the famous generals of Liangshan.

But Fang La's remaining centurions and thousand-man commanders are completely vulnerable compared to the other side.

Even the red-dressed girl in Liangshan shot several Ming Cult generals to death in minutes.

Without the main general, the troops under his command are naturally in chaos, and the losses are increasing.

If they insist on fighting, the main force of the Ming Cult will inevitably be lost here.

It is extremely difficult to replace one-third of the losses of Liangshan.

Moreover, the followers of Ming Zun are also human beings...

It is impossible to face such losses and still be fearless.

If the losses are too great and there is no hope of winning, they will also collapse.

"Humph! This is my capital, where can I retreat now!"

Fang La's eyes showed a hint of coldness: "If I kill that ignorant bitch, and then join forces with Fahai and Shan Zhiweng to kill Lin Xuan and Xiao Jianxian, can I win today?"

"This..."

Shi Bao and Fang Jie were stunned for a moment: "If these three people die, Liangshan will be leaderless and will collapse without a fight!"

This is definitely the truth.

But are these three people so easy to kill?

To be honest, both of them are a little pessimistic about their boss.

"Although the price is high, it is not completely unacceptable!"

Fang La pondered for a moment, suddenly shouted, and took out a relic that was burning like a flame from his arms.

"This..., the relic of Ming Zun?"

In the extremely shocked eyes of the two, the relic exploded into a burst of light and flames, burning fiercely on Fang La's soul.

The next moment, endless white light gushed out from Fang La's body, illuminating the world.

"We welcome the Ming Zun to the world!"

Shi Bao and others were shocked and knelt on the ground in a hurry, motionless.

"Humph!"

Fang La snorted lightly, and a white light that was enough to pierce the sky emanated from his body, and his empty eyes looked at the Liangshan army that was waiting in full battle array.

As far as the eye could see, hundreds of people wailed and fell to the ground, burned into nothingness by the infinite flames.

Heaven and earth burned, the light was extinguished!

"Is there really such a thing as the Mingzun Relic?"

Huang Rong took a deep breath: "It's a bit troublesome."

"It seems that we are playing a little too big..."

Bai Suzhen appeared beside Huang Rong: "Fang La's momentum is now comparable to that of a god, do we really have to fight?"

"I do want to delay time and wait until his descent is over. But Fang La will definitely not want to..."

Huang Rong sighed: "Anyway, facing the gods, we can't run away, so we can only fight."

"Can we win?"

"Of course we can win."

Huang Rong drew out the handsome sword: "When Huangdi met Chiyou, would he say that he was going to lose?"

Bai Suzhen: "..."