forget the river mirror

Chapter 20 bullying the small with the big
Mirror Profound Realm, Promise Sect, outside Chengqing Palace.

The twelve princes rushed into the battlefield suddenly, which opened the prelude to the chaos. In order to protect the safety of the princes, Yong'an Guard had no choice but to charge against the disciples of Buddhism and Confucianism.

A smile appeared in the corner of Qin Wanrong's eyes, and she lightly twisted her jade fingers hidden in her sleeve robe, and the flying sword that almost accidentally injured Qin Ziyin just now flew back to Gu Rensheng's back.

Immediately afterwards, the ostrich embroidered on her robe blinked, and rushed into the battlefield dragging her colorful tail.

The crisp phoenix cry resounded through the sky.

In this battle, the royal family must stand on the side of the Wuji Sect, otherwise the three sects will become powerful, and the royal family will be in a difficult situation.

As soon as the battle started, it directly entered the white-hot stage.

The Promise Sect was called the Kyushu Crazy Asylum by Xiao Zuo. It was not for nothing that the disciples in the sect would amplify their moves as soon as they made a move, and the only thing left in their mind was "kill them".

No one tried, and no one held back.

The little monk directly threw out the beads in his hand, turned into eighteen huge golden arhats, and rushed into the battlefield, where they passed, it was like entering a land of no one.

Holding a carving knife in his hand, Jiang Luo carved the word "kill" one after another in the void. Every time the knife fell, there would be a stroke of literary energy, cutting towards the crowd.

Zhang Fengnian grasped the sword formula, the two flying swords looked like poisonous snakes, attacking the Buddhist disciple's vitals at tricky angles.

The brothers and sisters in the Royal Demon Army even formed a battle formation and began to charge, and several musicians in the Royal Demon Army all took out their instruments.

A piece of "Bu Liu Xing" was played, and the finger of the senior sister who played the pipa popped out afterimages. The invisible melody attached to the body of the Imperial Demon Army with spiritual power, and everyone's speed was obviously a lot faster. cut.

The turbulent cloud platform finally filled Lin Chuan's physical strength, and the sadness that was suppressed in his heart finally had a way to vent.

Shunbu elongated Lin Chuan's afterimage, and the Milky Way shattered into a ring-shaped nebula that enveloped him. Lin Chuan didn't use a knife, but wanted to bombard all those self-blame and sadness with his fist.

Seeing Lin Chuan join the battlefield, Su Wenqun's eyes flashed a trace of resentment, and immediately threw out the folding fan in his hand, but the folding fan passed directly through Lin Chuan's body.

In the next second, Lin Chuan appeared in front of Su Wenqun, grabbed his neck, and threw him to the ground.

The song just reached the climax, and the high-pitched suona sounded throughout the battlefield.

Lin Chuan was expressionless, and punched Su Wenqun's face one after another, each punch seemed to be stuck in the rhythm.

……

The disciples of Buddhism and Confucianism thought that this was just a duel, and their number was twice that of the Wuji sect, so they could easily win if they just moved their hands casually.

Unexpectedly, the members of the Wuji Sect are all desperate lunatics, and they all kill when they fight, especially the warrior who rushed in first. It is as dirty as it wants to be.

Those who can hide sand in their robes have no borders.

Not to mention the armored demon army, they completely treat these disciples as demons, as long as they can kill the enemy, they can do anything with their mouths.

If it weren't for the great monk Konglu who has been displaying Buddha's light Purdue and quietly healing the disciples of the two religions, they would have been defeated long ago.

But physical wounds can heal, but psychological wounds will not heal easily.

Su Wenqun's face was beaten by Lin Chuan until it was bigger than a pig's head, and Gu Rensheng was chopped into rags by the Twelve Princes. Buddhist monks had big bumps on their heads, and they almost became Buddhas immediately after being beaten.

"I surrender... I won't fight anymore... I won't fight anymore..."

I don't know who yelled out the surrender with a crying voice. The miserable voice completely broke the dignity of the disciples of the two religions, and soon more and more people gave up resistance.

……

There was still no expression on Lin Chuan's face, and he was still subconsciously punching down his fists.

He is not good at expressing his emotions, except for the side that can show his escape in front of Jiang Luo and Xuan Jing, most of the time he is in the state of being a stranger.

But Lin Chuan is the most innocent one in the Wuji Sect. Even the young monk has spent a few lonely demons in the Demon Land, but at most he helped Xiao Zuo to do things, but he never killed them himself. Extraordinary.

If it wasn't for Xiao Zuo, he wouldn't even have thought about Jue Ling. Even if the sky fell, Master would still be there to support him. He just wanted to survive with food and drink.

Lin Chuan had never imagined a future without Xiao Zuo, but in just a few days, Xiao Zuo had disappeared twice in a row, and Lin Chuan blamed all of this on himself.

If he wasn't too weak and unwilling to kill, he might have saved Xiao Zuo right away.

If he hadn't been too arrogant and became extremely excited every time he made a move, he might have found more flaws and defeated the enemy.

But there is no if in this world, Xiao Zuo has not responded to him so far...

"enough!"

An angry shout interrupted Lin Chuan's self-blame.

Yang Qian couldn't stand it anymore, he actually used the big to bully the small, and ended up in person, flashing in front of Su Wenqun.

There was no move, just the pure coercion of literary spirit, which made all Wuji disciples spit out a big mouthful of blood at the same time, and flew upside down to the edge of the cloud platform.

Lin Chuan, who bears the brunt, was almost knocked off the platform directly.

Jiang Luo and Xuan Jing turned pale, and the Buddhist beads and carving knife were broken at the same time.

However, Yang Qian was still somewhat rational, and all his attacks bypassed the Great Qin imperial family.

Qin Wanrong hesitated for a moment, but took back Luanniao, and at the same time called to stop the still mad Twelfth Brother, and stood aside with Yonganwei.

From the moment Yang Qian took action, the situation was beyond the control of disciples of their generation.

The great monk Kong Lv shook his head helplessly, and appeared beside Yang Qian in an instant, saying that it was not a fluke that the Wuji Sect can stand up to now, except for the shock of the ancestor of Wuji, the disciples in the sect are indeed stronger than the disciples of the three sects. Bloody.

But today's forced palace is not just for the sake of the number of places in the secret realm. They must find out all the hole cards of the Wuji sect before the Great Master makes a move, so as to decide whether it will be a war or a draw after the sky mirror is broken.

Returning to Unity is actually not terrible, because once they do it, their lives will be ruined, and everyone has concerns. What is terrible is Returning to Unity, especially those lunatics from the Wuji Sect.

But what surprised Kong Lu was that they had already reached this point, yet the Chengqing Hall was still silent. Master Yi Nian and Lu You didn't make a move, which was really abnormal.

A bad premonition crawled into the hearts of Kong Lu and Yang Qian at the same time.

At this time, Lin Chuan silently raised his head, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and continued walking towards Su Wenqun like a walking corpse.

Lin Chuan's actions completely angered Yang Qian, his eyes flashed sharply, and the literary energy around him surged, turning into a huge ink mountain and smashing down towards Lin Chuan.

The ink mountain peaks that suddenly appeared covered the sky. Jiang Luo and Xuan Jing stood in front of Lin Chuan without hesitation. Disabled.

However, Lin Chuan walked towards Su Wenqun firmly, as if he could not perceive the changes in the outside world. He only wanted to kill people now.

There was a miserable phoenix cry, and before Jiang Luo and Xuan Jing could make a move, the phoenix belonging to the third princess was wiped out under Mount Mo, and there was a blank space on Qin Wanrong's phoenix robe.

General Deng frowned slightly, and instantly appeared in front of Yong'an Guard, calmly blocking the aftermath of Mo Shan's fall, then turned his head, and looked at Qin Wanrong in confusion, but he didn't speak in the end , just standing in front of everyone like an iron tower, protecting the Daqin royal family and Yonganwei.

In fact, the third princess couldn't figure out why she let Luanniao stop Moshan. If it was for the sake of the Great Qin royal family, the most sensible thing to do at this time would be to find a way to speed up the fall of Moshan, completely angering the Wujizong, and giving it control Confucianism in the court has set up a life and death enemy.

But she subconsciously released the luan bird... The number one beauty in Kyushu took a step back in confusion, and hid herself in the crowd.

……

The little monk's robes were bulging, the Buddha seal between his eyebrows was ready to move, and the radiant Buddha light surrounding his body made Kong Lu's eyes full of greed that could not be concealed.

The red lips under Jiang Luo's veil parted slightly, and he uttered a word with great difficulty:
"end!"

In an instant, the blood-stained "Zhi" character rose against the wind, forcibly resisting the falling trend of Mo Shan.

All the disciples of Confucianism stared blankly into the air, even the great Confucianist Yang Qian had a look of surprise flashing across his face.

Ruda, who had been standing on the edge of the battlefield, was no longer calm, and murmured in disbelief:
"Words can be spoken... the teacher..."

Because speaking the Dharma consumes not only spiritual energy, but also the lifespan of the teacher, Confucianism has long prohibited disciples from practicing.

Confucianism has been passed down to this generation, and the disciples have almost forgotten this forbidden technique that hurts heaven and harmony.

It's a pity that Jiang Luo and Yang Qian's realms are very different, the word "stop" only persisted for a few seconds before it shattered.

Jiang Luo's face turned pale, and the blood at the corner of her mouth immediately stained her veil red, but she did not give up, but opened her mouth again with firm eyes.

The Buddha seal between Xuanjing's eyebrows finally cracked a gap...

The two of them didn't even know why Lin Chuan walked over, but at the same time they used the strongest moves regardless of the cost.

It's just because that unreliable senior brother is obviously the most afraid of pain, but he is always willing to take the blame for them. He is obviously the weakest one, but he always subconsciously takes care of them.

……

At the moment when the huge mountain of ink transformed from cultural energy was about to hit Lin Chuan, a cyan shadow flashed past, tapped the eyebrows of the two of them lightly, hugged them limp and left the battlefield.

And a cluster of small pitch-black flames suddenly appeared above Lin Chuan's head, burning the mountain into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

Yang Qian's pupils shrank, and he quickly unfolded the bamboo slips, putting on a defensive stance, and Kong Lv, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, laid the Wenlong Zen Staff horizontally in front of him.

Behind Lin Chuan, a figure surrounded by black flames suddenly appeared.

Every time Lin Chuan took a step, he would leave a scorched black footprint on the turbulent cloud platform, and the sweeping heat wave forced everyone to step back subconsciously, leaving a large space on the cloud platform On the field, only Yang Qian and Kong Lu were left, and they were still in front of Su Wenqun.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of Yang Qian's forehead, before it dripped onto the cloud platform, it turned into a wisp of green smoke.

Just as Lin Chuan passed by Yang Qian, the figure shrouded in black flames behind him turned his head slightly.

The fiery spiritual pressure bent Yang Qian's knees, he clenched his teeth, but he didn't dare to make a move... He already recognized who the figure was.

Lin Chuan leaned down, grabbed Su Wenqun's calf and lifted him up. Finally, there was a tinge of color in his dim eyes. It was pure killing intent, without resentment, without reason, just wanting to end a person's life, purely To erase a person's existence.

Su Wenqun, who was completely out of strength, was like a wooden stick that Lin Chuan swung frantically and smashed on the platform one after another. There was a hint of barbaric beauty in the endless violence.

Lin Chuan let out a low whimper from his throat like an irrational beast.

……

"Enough...Wu Tian! Do you want to start a war between Wuji and the Three Religions!?"

Seeing that Su Wenqun's aura became weaker and weaker, Kong Lv threw out the Wenlong Zen stick, trying to stop Lin Chuan's atrocities, but was caught by the figure behind Lin Chuan.

As the black flame faded away, the immortal Wu Tian waved his Zen staff towards the gate of void, and the bronze gate exploded instantly, then he turned his head and looked at Kong Lv.

"Wu..."

Just as Kong Lu was about to speak to persuade him, he felt a bone-chilling chill, because he saw anticipation in Wu Tian's eyes.

The old lunatic didn't want to reason with them at all, he was just waiting for an opportunity to do it.

Although there had been rumors for a long time that Wu Tian would die if he fell into a demon again, but Kong Lu didn't want to be buried with this old lunatic, so he had to swallow all the words behind him.

Just when Su Wenqun's aura was about to dissipate, Qing Ying finally appeared in front of Lin Chuan, and said distressedly:

"Xiaochuan...stop it."

Lin Chuan's eyes became brighter, and he looked at Qingying and muttered in confusion:
"... Mistress?"

All the people present were self-cultivated, even if Lin Chuan's voice was low, everyone could hear it very clearly, and Qingying's face suddenly became very exciting.

Wu Tian stretched out his hand helplessly, absorbed the blue shadow, turned it into the main body and put it on his shoulder, then patted Lin Chuan on the shoulder, and said gently:

"Seldom go to the bamboo forest in the future. We are cultivating the Dao, not the big sword. Don't learn from those vulgar martial arts. Be the same as your teacher. Even in the battlefield, you must be chic and calm."

Even if Qingying turned into the real body, she couldn't stop curling her lips. This old lunatic knew how to fool Xiaochuan, and he probably didn't even know how to write the word "calmly".

Wu Tian didn't care at all, and still maintained his image of being an outdoor expert, he just shook the whisk lightly, and the disciples of the two religions on the cloud platform fell down in pieces.

While doing the bullying of the small by the big, Wu Tian also scolded Yang Qian and Kong Lv like his juniors:
"There are also you two old men who bully the young with big bullying. If my disciple loses a hair in the future, I will visit the two sects in person and send your disciple on the road."

The two of them were about to grit their teeth, but they didn't fight back.

They know Wu Tian too well, don't look at this old lunatic's benevolent and virtuous appearance, but if they make a little noise now, Wu Tian will definitely fight them like a mad dog.

If you're too scared to be stunned, if you're stupefied, you're afraid of dying. Wu Tian's nickname of the crazy Taoist master is not for nothing.

The two looked at each other and jumped off the platform at the same time.

Kong Lu was just about to take back his Wenlong Zen stick, but the Zen stick was swept away by the dust whisk along with Yang Qian's bamboo slips, and threw them into the arms of Xuan Jing and Jiang Luo.

"Wu Tian! Don't go too far!"

"Excessive?"

Wu Tian still couldn't hold back his hand.

The three of them were all monks in the Dao Realm, but Yang Qian and Kong Lu had no room to fight back, and they were bound by Wu Tian within the two pillars of fire.

The two pillars of fire connecting the sky and the ground dimmed the sunlight a lot.

Wu Tian rolled up his Taoist robe, turned his whisk into a huge kitchen knife, and walked into the pillar of fire with a murderous look like a butcher.

Everyone was silent, only Liu Zheng swallowed and muttered softly:

"You're so chic and calm..."

……

Lin Chuan only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Wu Tian, ​​who was beside him just now, disappeared in an instant, and then he heard the screams of Yang Qian and Kong Lv. At the same time, Xiao Zuo also said weakly in his mind :
"Don't worry, I survived."

(End of this chapter)