Chapter 256 I will take you home! (ask for monthly ticket) Chapter 255: A Gentleman Does Not Stand Under a Dangerous Wall To the north of Fulong Mountain, in the outer forests of the foggy sea, in a stream of ochre-colored light, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe and a mustache looked back in horror, his feet speeding up rapidly. He hurriedly took out a palm-sized formation plate from his sleeve, and at an urge, three khaki small flags grew to a size of about ten feet in the wind, and circled around the man. Following the middle-aged man, they quickly swooped down. With a whoosh, a khaki light flashed, and the man dived into the ground. But the next second, a khaki-colored lightning snake struck down. "boom" There was a loud bang. Then there was a shrill scream. Earth and rocks rolled, a large pit emerged, smoke rose, and in the charred pit, there were only broken fragments of the battle flag. At this moment, in this mountain forest, these scenes are being played out. In the sky, there were flashes of lightning, and bolts of thunder were thundering down, chasing the fleeing figures. No matter whether they went up to the sky or into the ground, they could not escape the disaster.

Sharp howls echoed through the forest. After a dozen breaths, the devastated forest became deathly silent, with a faint smell of blood and a strong smell of burning floating in the wind. In the forest, on the edge of a cliff extending from the mountainside, two people "survived" and were hiding while casting spells. The master and disciple watched scene after scene of monstrous killing, then looked up at the majestic Dharma image under the thunder and rolling clouds. They were shocked and couldn't help feeling a chill. This Ninth Mountain General has killed too many people! Kill demons and humans alike, kill them all. The master and disciple were none other than Ling Yunzi and Zhao Quanzhen, the pair who had followed them all the way! Zhao Quanzhen wanted to say that he had been filled with admiration when he saw the projection of the Ninth Mountain General slaying demons and eliminating evil, but now he couldn't help but feel a little afraid. So many powerful Tianguan warriors who set out from Jinguan City were killed just like that. It was so cruel, one could even say it was ruthless. In his opinion, the people who were killed now did not make a move to compete for the roots of luck. He opened his mouth, his throat dry: "Teacher, I don't quite understand." Ling Yunzi, who was dressed in linen, had a pair of old eyes that sparkled with brilliance. He looked at the Sun Dharma Image and shook his head. He knew what his disciple was talking about. "It seems that you still need to hone your character. You have kindness in your heart, but your stance is different. You and I, the master and disciple, know best what these people are doing. We have traveled thousands of miles, not just to watch the fun. Some of them went to the battlefield, and some came here, following the traces of the General of the Central Army all the way here." "Although some people didn't take action, they will cause trouble. Now the demons are looking for Jiu Zhonglang, and people are also looking for him. Now we are in the midst of a demonic trend. If it were you, what would you choose to do?" "Don't worry about it. Everyone has different ways of dealing with things. If it were me, I might also be merciful, but there would be endless troubles. These people are troublesome. Most of them have power. If you let one go, the news will leak out, and your whereabouts will be exposed, which may cause endless harm. You must understand this. Those who achieve great things do not care about trivial matters. This General is a man of courage!" As Ling Yunzi was speaking, he saw a pair of huge, cold golden eyes looking over here. His beard raised slightly and his eyelids twitched. Although he said so, he still had some doubts in his heart when he saw this General Zhonglang killed four Musashi in a row, including two great Musashi monsters that had apparently opened a temple. After all, he had never had any specific contact with them. Obviously the other party had discovered them long ago and did not take any action. He calmed his expression and then said, "Let's go and meet this Jiu Zhonglang." Zhao Quanzhen's face changed slightly when he heard this. Didn't they just apply the teacher's analysis? They saw with their own eyes that this Zhonglang General killed so many Tianguan masters from the Central Plains. Although it may sound a bit dirty to think this way, I can't help but feel uneasy. But Ling Yunzi just rolled up a cloud of smoke and shot it towards the huge Dharma image standing among the thunder.

In just a few breaths, the clouds flashed for more than ten miles, and then stopped a hundred meters in front of the huge statue, revealing the figures of the master and disciple. "I am Ling Yunzi from Wudao Mountain, nice to meet Jiu Zhonglang!" Ling Yunzi raised his hands, then put them down. "This is my disciple Quan Zhen." Zhao Quanzhen lowered his eyebrows, not daring to look into those huge eyes that were as sharp as the sun. Although he felt the suffocating pressure all over his body, his expression remained unchanged, and he maintained his composure. He bowed and said, "Junior Zhao Quanzhen, greetings to General Chen!" Chen Yuan's golden eyes fell on the master and his disciple. The golden light flashed for a moment, and then he spoke in a voice like thunder, "Fellow Daoist Ling Yunzi, there is no need to be on guard. You and your disciple have helped me a little, so I will not make it difficult for you!" He was well aware that the master and disciple had shown kindness and helped at the Weeping Mountain and during the subsequent pursuit. "I have something I want to ask you, fellow Taoist. I am here with my soldiers to recuperate and have lost contact with the outside world. I don't know what's going on outside and how these people got here." As he spoke, his golden eyes looked at the forest below with an indifferent expression. As soon as he finished speaking, the thunder in the sky dissipated, and the huge Dharma image quickly shrank and transformed into Chen Yuan in green clothes. Chen Yuan was seen waving his sleeves to roll up the yellow sand in the fog, and a cloud of fog condensed into a stone table and two stone benches. Then he blew with his other sleeve, letting the fog submerge the area. Chen Yuan stretched out his hand. "Sit down!" Then he sat on a stool. Seeing this, Ling Yunzi sat down and Zhao Quanzhen stood aside. "I know a little about what General Chen wants to ask, so I won't waste my words." "Actually, this matter has something to do with me. I came here to help General Chen. The general will definitely laugh at me. I am really shameless, haha." Ling Yunzi stroked his beard, shook his head and laughed at himself, then opened his eyes and concentrated, and continued: "Actually, this all started with a military newspaper!" "Five days ago, the news of the defeat on the front line caused panic among the people of Jinguan City. That day, in front of the South City Gate, some remnants of the army retreated to Jinguan City." Ling Yunzi started with the urgent report about the Ninth Mountain's recovery of Weiyuan Pass, then talked about the book "Qingshan Pingyao Zhuan", and then he realized that this vernacular novel was written by a novelist, and was transformed by this wave, so he lent a helping hand. As a result, he condensed the projection of Chen Yuan's incense, and projected the whole process of Chen Yuan facing the six mountain monsters, killing Daoguo, and beheading the big monster at Weiyuan Pass. It didn't end until the people in the whole city saw his Dharma image shattered and dissipated between heaven and earth. "The general released the tree during this projection, and many Central Plains masters noticed it from the projection, so they flocked here to try their luck." When Ling Yunzi talked about the spiritual roots of luck, his voice paused and he hinted at it implicitly, and there was no need to say more after that. Chen Yuan heard the whole story and didn't expect there would be such twists and turns. Everything suddenly became clear to him. Then he raised his eyebrows and sneered, "It seems that these people hoped that I would not die, but I let them die." "How ironic!" As he spoke, he placed one arm on the table, leaned forward, and looked at Ling Yunzi with golden light in his eyes, "Fellow Daoist, is that right?" Master and disciple Ling Yunzi suddenly felt a overwhelming murderous intent, their eyebrows jumped, and they were shocked. Zhao Quanzhen, who was standing next to them, felt the Taoist soldier in his body humming and was about to break out of his body, but at this moment, he was held down by a hand. Teacher Ling Yunzi held him down, then looked at Chen Yuan and said seriously, "Don't blame me, General. That's why I and your disciple came here to remedy the situation. However, you have extraordinary magical powers, so I can't help you much." As soon as these words came out, the terrifying murderous intent receded like the tide. Chen Yuan glanced at Zhao Quanzhen, then looked at Ling Yunzi, straightened his body, and spoke in a much lighter voice, "Nothing is certain. It is indeed troublesome to expose the root of luck, but I will not blame you. Even if you don't intervene, this will still happen." "That's it." His tone became dark.

"Next, fellow Taoist and your disciple need to stay with me until we return to Jinguan City." After hearing this, Ling Yunzi immediately understood what Jiu Zhonglang meant. He was afraid that the master and disciple would leak the news and expose their whereabouts. However, he was not angry. Instead, he felt relieved. It seemed that Jiu Zhonglang approved of their kindness. "It should." Ling Yunzi nodded and said, "When I watched the projection that day, I felt respect for the general and his soldiers. I think it will be quite beneficial for him to travel with him this time." Then he turned his head and said to Zhao Quanzhen beside him: "Quan Zhen, why don't you thank the general?" Zhao Quanzhen made some moves, but Chen Yuan remained calm and said, "There's no need to say these words." "Follow me!" Chen Yuan stood up, and then the golden light on his body turned into a golden line, shooting into the fog and sinking into it. Master Ling Yunzi and his disciple looked at each other, and with an urge of their feet, the clouds rushed into the sea of ​​fog and instantly transformed into two streams of light, following them. After seven or eight breaths, the group arrived at Fulong Mountain hidden by a sea of ​​fog. At this moment, a bright red spear as tall as a hill stood in the middle of the mountain, humming and emitting brilliant streams of light and fire, separating the surging fog and wind blades from the sea of ​​fog to protect the army formation of the Ninth Mountain. A golden light fell in front of the soldiers, revealing Chen Yuan in casual clothes. With his appearance, there was a loud noise, and a large number of soldiers dismounted from their horses. They looked excited, saluted quickly, and knelt down. "Congratulations, General!" "General, you are finally awake." "." Chen Yuan stepped forward quickly, supported the soldier in the front array who had only one leg left, and pulled him up. Then he looked at the faces that were covered in blood, dust, and pitch black and could not be distinguished, and his throat couldn't help but become choked. There were more than 2,000 troops before the expedition, but now there are only more than 1,000 left. Some of them were left in a foreign land without even a place to be buried. "Everyone get up!" "Ben will take you home!" Behind them, Master Ling Yunzi and his disciple saw this scene. All their doubts and tension disappeared after seeing this scene, and they even felt a little unbearable. (End of this chapter)