Chapter 39

Ming Cult Falcon King whispered:

"Sect Leader, let's swarm up; I don't believe he can get off Bright Peak."

Zhuang Buran stood up and walked down without haste:

"Sect Leader Yu, do you want to gamble again?"

The field immediately fell into silence, and the Left and Right Bright Envoys and the remaining two Dharma Protector Kings all looked at Yu Wupo.

"The Ming Cult temple is small and cannot accommodate you, this great Buddha; get down the mountain quickly," Yu Wupo sighed:

"Go quickly to harm those Jianghu people; this Bright Peak of this old woman really cannot withstand your tossing."

"Hahaha, the evil cult really knows how to avoid harm," Zhuang Buran's eyes flowed:

"Unfortunately, why don't you all understand? From beginning to end, it is not whether you are willing to be enemies with Zhuang, but that Zhuang never thought of letting you all go!"

As the words fell, an inexplicable energy in the hall enveloped everyone; before Yu Wupo could speak, she was blasted away by a surging force that could not be blocked, and was also embedded in the stone wall.

"Sect Leader!"

The Left and Right Bright Envoys and the remaining two Dharma Protector Kings had just shouted, and could not help but have their hair stand on end, cold sweat flowing; they only felt an energy around them that was free to send and receive, could be big or small, and invincible, as if they would lose their lives the moment they made a move.

The Falcon King, who had excellent lightness skills, froze, and was about to leap out of the main hall; with a "bang," another puddle of rotten mud appeared in the stone wall.

The Xiang Wang showed a fierce look; he walked the martial arts path of opening and closing, practicing a domineering internal energy, and was born with divine strength; if he wore armor, he could immediately turn into an enemy of ten thousand people on the battlefield.

He knew that he was the best shield and shouted:

"I will cover!"

After speaking, he slapped both palms at the youth in the green robe who seemed to have been standing on the spot and had not made a move.

With a "chi" sound, the Xiang Wang fell down with a bang, and a blood hole appeared in his throat.

Suddenly, two corpses flew out of the main hall, killing more than ten Ming Cult elites who were ready for battle.

"Zhuang's mood is rarely good today, so I will do a good deed."

Zhuang Buran walked out with his hands behind his back, saying indifferently:

"Kill you all cleanly to clear the dirty and foul air on Mount Kunlun for many years."

More than an hour later, the sky over Bright Peak was filled with fire, and one could vaguely see a youth in a green robe walking down the mountain with light steps.

Half a month later.

The Jianghu was surging, just because everyone received news that the Kunlun Sect, which had not arrived at Mount Hua for a long time, followed in the footsteps of Kongtong and Qingcheng and was wiped out by the ruthless and ruthless Yama Zhuang.

At this time, the top of Mount Hua was bustling, and the three religions and nine schools of thought in the Jianghu gathered here, each sitting in the corresponding position.

On the field, only the two largest forces in the martial arts world, the Quanzhen Sect and the Beggar Sect, did not arrive.

"The Shaolin Temple has long been closed and not coming out; it is normal not to come to participate in the demon-eliminating conference," the Diancang Sect Leader said loudly:

"But the Taoists of the Quanzhen Sect, could it be that they were all scared out of their wits? It is simply unworthy of being the number one major sect in the world, actually sending a letter saying something about being a Taoist priest who has left home and not wanting to ask about the rights and wrongs of the Jianghu."

"And the Beggar Sect, which has hundreds of thousands of members, had its generations of unique skills learned by others, and actually acted like a tortoise."

"Could it be that Senior Hong is getting older and more timid, or is he becoming more and more muddled? We sent a pigeon message, and he didn't even return a single letter."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Jianghu wanderer revealed extremely profound internal energy, and the sound spread to the top of the mountain:

"Not long ago, I sent a message to the Southern Emperor Yideng Dashi, and he didn't even return a message; his disciple was killed by the demon, and the 'One Finger' was snatched, and he didn't even dare to fart; he is worthy of being a true master."

Once this was said, the top of the mountain became completely lively; many people said one word after another, starting to count the famous heroes in the Jianghu, and gradually, they began to curse a certain great demon who slaughtered sects and harmed the martial arts world.

He saw thousands of people on the top of the mountain, including famous major sects and evil sect people; they all temporarily abandoned their past grievances and became enemies, just wanting to tear that demon into pieces to vent their hatred.

"Hehe."

Just at this moment, a light laugh actually suppressed the noisy chatter on the top of the mountain.

Thousands of people looked at the sound and saw a youth in a green robe standing barefoot on a big tree in the distance.

"It's Yama Zhuang!"

Many people exclaimed for no reason.

"What virtue and ability does Zhuang have to make the righteous and evil paths of the Jianghu work together like this."

An old man with white hair roared heartbrokenly:

"Demon, you slaughtered 569 people of my Kongtong Sect; today I will definitely make you pay with your life."

"So it is a remnant of Kongtong; no wonder you have the posture of wanting to eat Zhuang," Zhuang Buran looked over:

"You should be one of the Five Elders of Kongtong; why is one still missing? And, I always feel that the disciples behind you didn't come very completely."

He shook his head and laughed:

"Could it be that you still lack confidence, fearing being wiped out by Zhuang, so you brought some Kongtong disciples to participate in this so-called demon-eliminating conference."

"Yama Zhuang, you actually dare to be arrogant; do you know that this day next year will be your death anniversary?" a black-robed man holding two swords said loudly:

"Could it be that you really think you can act recklessly?"

"There are many people who want to kill me; who do you think you are, daring to chatter in front of Zhuang?" the youth in the green robe gave a long whistle:

"Get out!"

Hundreds of people were suddenly roared to sway, but the black-robed man vomited a large mouthful of blood, and then blood flowed from his ears, eyes, and nose, and he fell to the ground stiffly and died.

"The demon is despicable and shameless, actually attacking secretly," the Diancang Sect Leader shouted:

"Fellow peers, let us thousands of people swarm up; there will eventually be a time when his true Qi is exhausted; then we can not only eliminate the great evil for the martial arts world and avenge our blood feud, but also obtain various divine skills and unique studies..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by someone:

"Wait!"

Hong Qigong led hundreds of elite disciples of the Beggar Sect and Yideng and others to rush over quickly.

"Helper Hong, Yideng Dashi, you came just in time; eliminating demons and defending the path is today; follow us and kill this demon quickly," the Kongtong elder said excitedly.

"Everyone, old beggar has a word, please listen to it."

Hong Qigong stood in the center, then signaled to a Beggar Sect elder, and several Beggar Sect disciples pushed a youth with outstanding appearance and elegant demeanor, but somewhat sinister, forward.

"This son's surname is Yang, name Kang; he was originally the little prince Wanyan Kang of the Zhao Wangfu of the Jin Kingdom; since Zhongdu was broken by the Mongol army, he returned to his old surname."

"For the sake of some wolfish ambitions in his heart, he released various news in the Jianghu, just to make the Jianghu chaotic, so he could fish in troubled waters and obtain some divine skills and unique studies."

"Everything that happened today, this son is the true culprit; please do not let hatred blind your eyes."

The field was in an uproar, not expecting that there was a story behind the scenes.

"Kill or cut, whatever you want."

Yang Kang seemed to understand that it was difficult to escape death today, and without any intention to explain, he shouted very toughly.

"What a vicious kid; do you know that because of the news you released, my three sons all died tragically under Mount Zhongnan?" a middle-aged man aged forty or so said with extreme hatred.

"Strength is insufficient, but wanting to obtain the martial arts treasure, death is the way," Yang Kang sneered, breaking the jar.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said:

"Good courage; if I don't pull your tendons and peel your bones today, and cut you into a thousand pieces, I will not be surnamed Li."

As the words fell, I don't know how many people spoke.

"Count me in."

"I'll come too."

"Use my knife."

"Hahaha, a group of cowardly rats."

Yang Kang laughed loudly:

"Although I released the news, who killed the people, which one of you doesn't know."

Immediately, the field stopped, falling into inexplicable silence.

"You are laughing very happily!"

The youth in the green robe suddenly appeared in front of Yang Kang and said carelessly:

"Zhuang knew that as long as I stirred up a bloody storm in the Jianghu, someone would definitely send you to me."

"You were intentional." Yang Kang's pupils were terrified.

"How can there be intentional or unintentional in killing?" Zhuang Buran's tone seemed to have a hint of confusion:

"Does trampling on the weeds by the roadside need to be cared about?"

"Madman!"

Not only did these two words pop up in Yang Kang's heart, but everyone on the top of the mountain who heard this sentence felt in unison that this youth in the green robe was a madman with deep demonic nature.

(End of chapter)