My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 336 Mo Ke’s true intention, God, has arrived (please subscribe!)

Outside Xianglu Mountain, there is a sea of ​​people.

The people of Chang'an have gathered here, waiting for the arrival of the empress. The scene just now really set off a storm in their hearts.

As long as the thought of the Empress and the Demon Lord flying together in the same plane, everyone's thoughts became extremely complicated.

On the one hand, they were happy that the empress could have this matter, but on the other hand, they were anxious and worried. After all, he was their supreme holy king.

In the eyes of many people in Chang'an, the empress had no admiration at all, but now she broke the rules for a man.

After all, the perfect image of the empress in their hearts was broken, causing many people to sigh. From time to time, they looked at the mountain peak in the distance, and seemed to have seen the scene of the empress and the demon king traveling together in the maple forest.

Zhang Jushan frowned, hunched over, looking old and extremely serious, just staring at the many people, or at that figure among the people.

The green silk is fluttering, and the Taoist robe is chic.

A pair of eyes are always so quiet, just like a stream of water. Just one look at them seems to be able to sweep away all negative emotions.

It makes people feel much more comfortable inside.

Who would have thought that this graceful figure that looked quite ordinary was the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty.

In the heart of the empress, she was even more trusted than him, the prime minister.

The reason why an iron-blooded prime minister like him is able to hold a high position and control the situation of the world in his hands is because of his iron-blooded killing methods and decades of experience.

But this woman is completely different. Even if she just stands in a Taoist temple, grows vegetables and chants sutras every day, she can control the human heart, the way of heaven, and even the changes in the world.

The mediocre may think that the Imperial Master is just a mortal body with little real strength and is not something to be afraid of.

But only a being at his level will know how terrifying Mo Ke is, in fact. Until now, he still couldn't understand the Imperial Master, and always felt that there was a thin layer of mist surrounding him.

Even though he had just lost to the National Master, the National Master even took the initiative to expose a few flags.

He still couldn't see through it, and he didn't know what kind of strategy the national master had hatched and what methods he had.

only……

The storm was about to come. Although he did not investigate today, he was keenly aware of the experience of walking out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. Nowadays, the whole of Chang'an seems to have changed a lot.

And these changes are inextricably linked to the Imperial Preceptor.

In particular, everyone from the Nether Clan, the Demon Clan, the Righteous Way, the Demonic Way, and the world have gathered in Chang'an, and the catastrophe is about to come.

Whether it is the evil gods or the old antiques sleeping underground, they are all ready to move. According to the records in the classics, a great change is about to begin.

The Tiansuan clan is most aware of the changes in heaven and earth, and has always controlled the way of heaven. At this time, the national master who had been staying peacefully in the Star Reaching Temple to chant sutras suddenly walked out of the Taoist temple, entered the chess game like never before, and made a sudden move.

If Mo Ke has no plan, or that this plan has nothing to do with the catastrophe, then he, the prime minister, is really too stupid.

In fact, from the very beginning, when the Empress and the Demon Lord had some feelings for each other, their relationship became deeper and deeper.

Zhang Jushan was just a little surprised and a little more wary of the devil. It was all nonsense to say that he had any deep impression or fear in his heart.

As the prime minister of the current dynasty, an important minister of two dynasties, and even the empress was supported by him. She was just a piece in his chess game. How could he care about a demon?

The only person he really cares about is Mo Ke, who influences the way of heaven.

Therefore, when he followed Fei Zhu just now, what he was thinking about was not such absurd incest things, but what Mo Ke wanted to do and what kind of benefits he wanted to plot with her as his nominal master.

After all, the Tiansuan Clan is a Tiansuan Clan, a monster-like existence. He does not believe that the last orphan of the Tiansuan Clan, or the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty, would lose his sense of proportion because of a man, or a so-called devil. Entering the chess game, you are trapped in a swamp of huge risks.

After all, that devil is probably just Mo Ke's pawn.

The so-called being in a situation and taking risks to get that glimmer of hope is probably not a moment of courage, but a deeper plan.

These were what he had just thought about, and he felt suddenly enlightened, and many things that were originally vague had become clear.

The world is changing, the world is about to be chaotic, everyone is making plans, naturally it is not just Zhang Jushan who is playing chess, Mo Ke is also doing the same, and this game of chess has probably been played for a long time.

Even longer than his plate!

After all, he is only one person, and his strength is equivalent to that of a clan.

So, what exactly does the Tang Dynasty Master want to do? What's the next move? Will it affect his plan?

Thousands of thoughts emerged deep in Zhang Jushan's heart, making his eyes become much more solemn. He stared at the crowd closely, looking at the figure with fluttering Taoist robes, clenching his fists, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

It was not until a long time later that he suddenly discovered that the figure had disappeared without a trace. He had completely disappeared from the crowd at some point, as if it had never existed.

This made his eyes become more solemn and more fearful.

If anything goes wrong, there must be a monster. The national master has already taken action and buried a chess piece, but he still doesn't know what the chess piece is and what its purpose is.

……

In the crowd, the young monk narrowed his eyes.

The black cassock was fluttering wantonly, and the whole person stood in the depths of the shadows, his eyes were unruly, and his pupils revealed a depth of darkness.

He was obviously a monk who was supposed to save all sentient beings, but at this moment he gave people the feeling of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, as if just standing there could lock people's hearts.

However, many people passed by him, but no one could notice his presence. They just kept shivering. Some of the weak people even covered their hearts and looked around, as if their life was being snatched away. Average.

"The catastrophe is about to come, and a major event is about to begin. Our Incense Sect has been hiding in the world for hundreds of years. We worship gods and burn immortals. It will eventually sweep the world. No one can stop the Incense Sect's footsteps."

The young monk's eyes became more and more fanatical, revealing a trace of greed.

Looking at the many people around, it seems that they have felt their admiration and expectations for the empress.

He couldn't help but snorted coldly, his eyes full of disgust.

"A bunch of idiots, just a mere empress. No matter how powerful she is, she is still just a mortal. How can she fight against the gods? When the gods come to the world, mortals like pigs and dogs will be nothing more than puppet slaves. Look at how good she is. For the sake of her beauty, I can accept her as my maid and serve me well..."

The monk sneered, his face was pale, and there was a bit of blood on the corner of his mouth. He imagined the grand event that was about to come, and couldn't help but have hot eyes. He coughed a few times and looked at Xianglu Mountain almost madly, looking at the layers of thick fog. Maple forest. "The Blood Rain Demon Lord is just a new-born ant. He has never experienced the golden age of cultivation. He accidentally lit the fire of life. How can he go against my profound incense sect?"

"Do you really think that the ancient cultivators were so powerful and could move mountains and seas just because of their realm? Did they only rely on the lamp of life? That's... a god!"

The monk whispered, and when he said the last word, his voice was extremely hoarse, as if he was talking about a forbidden being.

Obviously, the god he talks about is completely different from the so-called evil god they worship now. At least it is so much higher in level that he doesn't even dare to mention his name.

"The time has come. A prosperous age will eventually begin with blood, and today, let it begin with your blood."

The low murmur revealed the rolling murderous intention, and a bloody aura rushed towards his face.

The young monk raised his head, as if there were gods and Buddhas floating in his eyes, and glanced around. Many Incense Cultists raised their heads at the same time and looked at him blankly, as if they had no idea what was going on. However, their souls disappeared and they could not be found again. They all became walking zombies.

This made him even more proud. He just took a slight step and stepped into the shadows. When he reappeared, he was outside the confines of Xianglu Mountain. No guard could find him, not even a strong man in the Dharmakaya realm. She just glanced at him thoughtfully and didn't notice his presence.

He is the shadow, or to be precise, he has become one with the shadow.

He was constantly shuttling and walking among the shadows, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and he was free and uninhibited.

Not long after, they arrived at a valley.

There are also maple trees planted in the valley. The maple leaves are like fire. Countless fallen leaves have covered the ground. They are all red, like blood.

If an aspiring warrior looks from a distance, he will be able to keenly notice that the entire Xianglu Mountains are like a mighty dragon entrenched around Chang'an.

And this valley is a knife, a sharp knife, which can directly decapitate the dragon!

The blood fell down like a waterfall, and finally landed in a lake in the valley. The lake was deep and quiet, and it was covered with layers of maple leaves. The maple leaves were red, which made it even more strange.

The young monk's robes were fluttering, and with a single step of his feet, he stepped into the entire valley.

Quiet, the dead valley is extremely quiet, without any life, it seems to have become a restricted area of ​​life.

A forbidden area with beautiful scenery, but also creepy.

If anyone familiar with the Nether Clan sees this scene, they will definitely be shocked. After all, this feature is very similar to the Nether Clan's forbidden land, and the same is true for the Nether Clan's realm.

Like a rose, it has a beautiful appearance, but also possesses a deadly threat.

Normally, when a monk steps here, he will definitely be terrified. After all, he has been in Chang'an for a long time and has been to Xianglu Mountain many times, but he has never discovered this valley, let alone such a strange scene.

It seems that this valley is independent of the Xianglu Mountains, and people unconsciously avoid this place, or forget it.

If he hadn't just received the will of the gods and stepped in according to the gods' methods, he might not be able to find it no matter how long he searched.

Swish!

There were sounds of footsteps, and the young monk quickly stepped into the valley.

The interior of the valley is still so beautiful, with maple trees everywhere, rugged rocks, and a lake like a mirror in the depths of the valley. It makes people feel relaxed and happy at a glance, but if you look closely, you will be shocked.

This valley is covered with white bones, including those of birds and animals, as well as human practitioners. Each existence exudes a terrifying aura, making people tremble with fear. They are obviously strong men in the Dharmakaya realm.

But in the end, he still died here, without even a tombstone. His death was so miserable and desolate.

The monk stepped here and took a look at the lake. Even he couldn't help but be frightened and hurriedly looked back.

Finally, I walked carefully to the lake.

Without any hesitation, he stretched out his fingers, and a piece of incense appeared in his palm. The incense was still burning, exuding bursts of sandalwood fragrance.

It captures the heart and soul, making people look towards it unconsciously.

After the incense was completely burned, the young monk picked up the incense. Without any hesitation, he pierced the center of his eyebrows again with a pop.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

The blood continued to flow down, along with the incense stick. It didn't take long for the entire incense stick to be dyed red. It looked extremely coquettish and revealed a sense of weirdness.

And his face became paler and crazier, and blood was spitting out from the corner of his mouth. Obviously, it was not that simple for him to burn this incense stick. It would require paying a huge price, and it was even possible that The soul was severely damaged.

Finally, the incense burnt completely.

Under the young monk's enthusiastic gaze, a shadow slowly emerged. This shadow was so tall that it seemed to be a Buddhist statue, and its entire body was pitch black.

He just closed his eyes, and there was an evil and cold atmosphere all around him.

It was one of the three evil gods that the Incense Sect had worked hard to believe in over the years. They had been looking for it for hundreds of years before awakening this evil god.

Although the evil god is still relatively weak, his personality is too powerful and cannot be resisted by practitioners.

He has to pay a huge price every time he is summoned, but it is all worth it.

After the shadow was completely solidified, it turned into a Buddha, a Buddha wearing a black cassock.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was indifferent and majestic, and he glanced at the young monk indifferently. The monk shuddered all over, and without any hesitation, he immediately fell to his knees with a plop.

Even though his eyebrows were still bleeding, he still didn't dare to show any disrespect.

"You did a good job!"

In an indifferent voice, from high above, the Buddha just said these words, then waved his hand and slammed it towards the lake stained with blood.

The billowing breath spurted out, and in an instant, a crisp sound sounded, as if something was broken.

this moment……

The whole world was shaken!

The curtain has finally been lifted!

(End of this chapter)