Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Wuxia -> Flower Protector s Guide

Text Chapter 59 Misfortunes never come singly

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    When Shen Ling and Gulishana woke up, they found themselves in an unknown mountain forest. Gulishana looked around. Even a native of Xinjiang like her couldn't identify where she was now.  , because this province, which accounts for one-sixth of China's territory and has the largest administrative area is really too big. There are countless rolling mountains like this on this land!

    Gulishana looked around and suddenly looked in one direction, she said: "It should still be in Fukang.~"

    Shen Ling was stunned: "How do you know?"

    Gulishana pointed: "Look."

    Shen Ling looked in the direction Gulishana pointed, her eyes widened and she was dumbfounded.

    In the sky in the distance, a group of clouds is rolling. Sometimes the clouds roll out and sometimes flow and shrink. The clouds reveal a rich dark red color, but this dark red color is also mixed with a majestic and brilliant dark gold color.  From time to time, there are cyan and white hairsprings interspersed between these two colors. These colors seem to be mixed and intertwined, but if you look closely, they are clearly layered. It is the most powerful color master in the world.  Unable to call it out, Shen Ling and Gulishana only glanced at it, and then they felt a terrible coercion and terrifying murderous aura coming towards them. Even from a distance, they almost suffocated after just one glance.

    Both Gulishana and Shen Ling knew that it must be the battlefield where Hao Shuai and the others fought. From a distance, they could imagine the brutality of the battle and the harshness of the situation.

    Shen Ling clasped her hands together and whispered: "God, please bless Hao Shuai and the others to win, please bless them!"

    At almost the same time, Gulishana raised her right hand, pointed her index finger to the sky, and spread her thumb. She whispered: "O Almighty God, please grant us a good life in this world, and also reward us in the hereafter.  Beautiful life, please protect us from the punishment of Hell"

    At this time, everyone who sees this scene can't help but pray silently to the gods they believe in, praying that the end will not come, and praying that light will defeat darkness.

    While Shen Ling and Gulishana were praying silently, at the foot of the peaceful and deep Tianlong Mountain in the distant Soochow City, there was an endless stream of tourists and pilgrims, and the incense was steaming. These tourists praying for blessings did not know that they were thousands of miles away.  Outside, a battle that determines their life and death is going on fiercely. They don't even know that there is a Xuanzen Sect hidden here a few hundred meters not far from them.  In order to avoid the golden body, practitioners have guarded all the choke points leading to the mountain. There are hidden traps everywhere on the jungle mountain road, and even a fly cannot fly through here.

    At this time, in the lobby of Xuan Chan Sect, a solemn and solemn atmosphere filled the air. The practitioners of Quanzhen Longmen Sect lay in front of a corpse wrapped in white cloth and wept bitterly.

    Next to this corpse, there are a row of corpses wrapped in white cloth. Fa Kong is sitting cross-legged, knocking on wooden fish, and reciting the rebirth mantra for the practitioners of various sects who died in battle.

    Although the Taoist sects did not believe in the monk's theory of transcending reincarnation, at this moment in the face of this great crisis, each sect put aside their arrogance and prejudice for a while, and cooperated with each other in a rare and sincere manner.

    Wuhua looked at the row of practitioners wrapped in shrouds on the field. He sighed and closed his eyes with a worried look on his face. But not long after, a soft voice came from the side, Wuhua  When he turned around, he saw a pretty but sad and worried face, it was Zhang Liufang.

    Zhang Liufang whispered: "Master Wuhua, can we win?"

    Wuhua smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know."

    Zhang Liufang said: "But aren't you a master of fate and future?"

    Wuhua sighed and said: "You have to understand that the future is full of fog, and there are countless directions leading to the future. Only when we choose the right path can we lead to the place we see."

    Zhang Liufang's face turned pale. She was about to say something else, but she heard a scream from beside her. It was Zhang Tongtian's body spitting out a mouthful of blood and leaning to the side.

    On the other side, Zhang Kongyun was not much better. His veins were popping out, his skin was swollen as if it would explode violently in the next second, and traces of blood oozed from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes. There were people following him on the side.  The senior brothers and sisters carefully took care of Zhang Kongyun. Some were responsible for helping him transfer his energy, some were responsible for helping him take care of his injuries, and some were responsible for filling him with potions to replenish his energy.

    The Yang Shen Golden Body of Zhang Huashui and others has not returned yet, so for a while, the hall was filled with junior cultivators of Yang Shen, who had never participated in any battles. When they saw this opportunity, they couldn't help but be confused, at a loss, and some were in a hurry.  of,Some hid aside and secretly wiped their tears.

    Zhang Liufang turned around and looked to the side, only to see Ruan Hongling busy in the lobby at this time. She and the little foxes of the Xuanchan sect who never saw guests on weekdays were busy serving tea and water to the practitioners of various sects, or  In exchange for cotton and white cloth, the pungent smell of potion can be smelled everywhere in the lobby.

    Zhang Liufang whispered silently in his heart: Jiuxiao Temple, the Great Emperor Sanqing, please bless my junior uncle and other senior brothers for their safe return, and the disciples are willing to stay with me forever"

    Zhang Liufang prayed silently, and suddenly felt someone touching her shoulder. Zhang Liufang looked back and saw that it was Ruan Hongling holding a tea tray and asking her with his eyes. Zhang Liufang forced a smile and picked up a cup of tea, but just now  She was about to put it to her mouth, but she felt that it was extremely bitter in her mouth and it was difficult to swallow. She put down the tea and whispered to Ruan Hongling: "Sister Hongling, they should be fine, right?"

    Ruan Hongling looked back and saw that Zhou Qin also had blood hanging from the corner of his mouth at this time, and his face was not much better than Zhang Tongtian or Zhang Kongyun. It was obvious that he was on the verge of collapse because of the hard battle.

    Ruan Hongling smiled bitterly: "Yes, they will be fine."

    Zhang Liufang also knew that this was just a comforting statement, but she was optimistic by nature and liked to think of the bright side when thinking about things. She smiled and pretended to be relaxed and said: "At least we should be lucky now that no enemies are knocking on our door to come looking for us now."  Our trouble, huh?¡±

    At this time, no matter which sect it is, it is basically in chaos. If a gold master is killed at this time, the consequences will be disastrous.

    Ruan Hongling was about to answer the call when she suddenly heard a commotion outside the door, followed by a short scream. The sound was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in everyone's ears. Everyone who was left intact was frightened.  He raised his head and looked out the door.

    Zhang Liufang was even more speechless, wishing to slap herself in the face: Why do I have such a bad mouth?

    Ruan Hongling seemed to know what she was thinking. She patted the frustrated Zhang Liufang on the shoulder and said, "Don't think too much. What is supposed to come will still come. Even if you don't say it, he will come."

    At this time, all the active cultivators in the hall stood up and each picked up the magic weapon in their hands. Although their bodies were trembling and fearful, no one was deterred by this.

    Wuhua and Fakong looked at each other, Wuhua nodded, Fakong understood and nodded slightly, and he stood up.

    At the door where everyone was watching, a man wearing a gray robe walked towards him. This man's face was filled with smoke, and his hands were in his cuffs. Behind him, a disciple of the Zhengyi Sect had his chest on his chest.  A big hole had been broken, and a wisp of black smoke was penetrating the wound on his chest. The disciple vomited blood and slowly fell to the ground. The wisp of black smoke also retracted into the robe of the gray-robed man.

    Seeing this, the faces of cultivators from various sects changed, and they couldn't help but feel a little scared. Ruan Hongling gritted his teeth, stood up and said, "Who are you!"

    The gray-robed man's voice was as jittery as metal rubbing against each other. He said, "I am a real person from Fadi. Have you ever heard of me?"

    Everyone looked at each other in shock, Ruan Hongling said angrily: "I never heard of it, what are you doing here! Why are you so vicious!"

    French land giggled: "Never heard of it? Then you will know!"

    Ruan Hongling snorted coldly: "I don't want to know!"

    The smoke on Fadi's face suddenly stopped and turned into an angry face: "Little girl, even if your ancestor comes, you can respectfully call me Da Zhenren. Who do you think you are? You dare to be disrespectful to me!"  "

    Zhang Liufang rushed to say: "The evil devil dares to be rampant even if he is crooked!"

    Fadi laughed wildly, and the smoke around him spread out fiercely, rushing towards the people in the lobby like a tide. Everyone backed away in fear. Just when the black smoke was about to rush in front of them, everyone suddenly heard a clear and loud sound.  The Buddha's chant rang: "Amitabha!"

    The moment the sound sounded, a burst of golden light suddenly erupted, blocking the door like a golden wall. When the black smoke touched the golden wall, it immediately surged like a tide, and no matter how hard it hit, it could not move forward.

    Everyone was overjoyed. They turned around and saw that it was the abbot of Xiyuan Temple, Fukong, with one hand clasped together and a large red sandalwood umbrella with a long handle in the other hand. The handle of the umbrella was carved with a small golden lotus.  There is a vase and a jewelry ornament, and white and yellow silk are stretched on the domed umbrella frame; a multi-pleated curtain hangs on the round edge of the umbrella frame, which is decorated with numerous silk hangings and curtains of various colors;  Nailed at the boundary of the round eaves of the umbrella is a gorgeously decorated golden shaft decorated with the 21 tails of Capricorn, with peacock feathers hanging on it. These decorations and hangings make this umbrella look extremely gorgeous.  Approximately a work of art.

     After everyone took a look, they felt a majestic air rushing towards them. Fa Di saw the gorgeous umbrella in Fa Di's hand. He suddenly froze, and his voice was full of shock: "This is not  possible!"

    Everyone present knows that this umbrella is one of the eight most respected treasures of Buddhism: the Vajra Demon-Conquering Umbrella!
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report