Chapter 4 A Good Head

The Xisha Plateau is not small, it can even be said to be huge.

This time for the bandit "team building", almost all the bandits who could be named came.

In addition to the fact that no one wants to miss such an opportunity, more importantly, if such a grand event does not come, how will he still be able to survive in the bandit world in the future?

Just like the Eighteenth Route Princes' quest to challenge Dong, not everyone may want to go, but since it is the general trend, they must participate even if it is for the sake of face.

There are many bandits, but not many with outstanding cultivation.

Fortunately, the reason why Chicken Soup Temple is so powerful is that it is stronger than Chicken Soup Saint Monk.

Moreover, the bandits are also full of confidence in their own fighting power.

They are no match for the Dao Sect disciples in a head-on battle, but this kind of ambush and interception situation is exactly the strength of the sand bandits.

They had laid numerous ambushes on the Xisha Plateau early.

If one is no match for one, then one will be beaten, and then all kinds of insidious means will be used.

In the world of evil cultivators, there is no such thing as benevolence, righteousness, and morality. The most important thing is to stay alive, no matter what tricks you use.

.......

After Lu Qingshan entered the airspace of the Xisha Plateau, he looked around.

It didn't look much different from when he first came here more than ten years ago.

He followed his line of sight westward until he could only see the vast horizon.

The leader of this "sand bandit team building", Huang Shalongwang, is said to be traveling in the westernmost area of ​​the Xisha Plateau.

There was no other way, Chicken Soup Temple was to the east. King Huang Salon wanted to run faster, so naturally he could only do this.

King Huang Salon keeps saying that he wants Longxiang to pay his debt with blood, that he wants to destroy Jitang Temple and avenge the bandits and his son who died at the hands of Brother Longxiang over the years, but how many people believe this?

I'm afraid the first person who doesn't believe it is King Huang Salon himself.

...

In the west of the Xisha Plateau, there is a magnificent Buddhist temple.

The one-color glazed roof makes the entire Buddhist temple reflect the sun's rays in the sun, making it extremely dazzling.

At this time, there were more than a dozen monks gathered in the Buddhist temple, but the strange thing was that these dozen people were not monks, and they visibly carried a gangster spirit that was incompatible with the Buddhist temple.

Bandits.

When they surrounded Fujitang Temple, they killed the monks in the Buddhist temple and then occupied the magpie's nest.

This time around Fujitang Temple, many bandits came.

At this time, there were many sand bandit leaders who could be called by outside monks in the Buddhist temple. There were quite a few of them, about twenty of them.

There are even six eighth-level monks among them, and the rest are all seventh-level monks.

King Huang Shalom seemed to stand out among these people.

Because he possesses the terrifying cultivation level of the Five Tribulations Realm, he is the unquestionable number one sand bandit in this huge area.

Even for thousands of years, there has never been a strong person like this among the bandits.

This is because most of the bandits are from evil cultivators, and the evil cultivators’ techniques focus on quick success and combat effectiveness, at the expense of their future.

Therefore, it is very rare for evil cultivators to be able to break through to the Eighth Realm, let alone the Five Tribulations Realm.

"Even the most ordinary Buddhist temple is so luxurious. Compared with theirs, the life we ​​live is simply worse than the dogs they raise!" The leader of the bone-eviscerating bandits, Taoist Zuohu, sounded quite unhappy and vomited. Spit on the extremely clean floor of the Buddhist temple.

He is one of the six eighth-level monks among the sand bandits. After reaching the level of one-calamity level, he can no longer make any progress.

"Not to mention the luxury and wealth, we just want a place to stay, and we don't have to be like gerbils. It's hard to drill holes everywhere in the desert to hide!" Another bandit leader, Taoist Bird Controller, said quite helplessly.

This has always been the dilemma of the bandits.

At this time, a burly man at the center of all the bandit leaders spoke, "The reason why we usually cannot have a place to stay is because we lack strength.

If we settle down in one place, it will be easy for Long Xiang or other sect monks who claim to be righteous to come to our door.

In order to survive, we cannot stay in one place, we can only keep changing places. "

"But today is different from the past," he said solemnly. "Now that we have so many people gathered here because of the Chicken Soup Temple incident, why can't we sit down and talk about forming an alliance."

"King Huang Salon, what do you mean?" No one answered for a while. After a moment of silence, Taoist Feiyuan, the leader of the Feiyuan Bandit, spoke up.

The burly man known as the number one sand bandit in the Western Regions, King Huang Salon, said slowly: "Yes, none of our sand bandits have the strength to establish a stronghold.

This is because we were unable to cope with the encirclement and suppression by the Zhengdao monks after the stronghold was established, even if we were the Huang Sand Bandits. "

"But..." King Huang Salon's eyes swept across the faces of all the bandit leaders present, "What if we are together?"

"We have so many bandits working together to build a bandit city, so which sect dares to come to us and cause trouble?" King Huang Salon showed his dagger.

When the action of besieging Jitang Temple started by him evolved into the current situation, King Huang Salon's mind was not on revenge for his son at all, but drifted further away.

The strongest bandit is the bandit.

He wanted to change, to turn over and become a new person.

"You and I are well aware of the hypocrisy of those righteous monks. If it means crushing us, they will naturally not mind taking advantage of us in their spare time to earn some reputation for their sect.

But once we are united, we will have to break our muscles if we want to move.

Under such circumstances, how could they dare to take action against us? These righteous monks are reluctant to sacrifice their own disciples to eliminate demons and defend the Tao. " King Huang Salon chuckled.

After he said this, everyone fell into thinking and frowned.

All the bandits naturally long for a stable place to live.

The reason why they think about it is because they understand that once they form an alliance to build a city together, to a certain extent, they will lose their freedom.

Everyone present is a bandit leader. They always stick to their word in front of their subordinates and are used to this feeling.

But if so many people build a city together, they can't just let each of them live their own lives, right?

Then we will have to sort out the strengths and weaknesses.

King Huang Salon is the strongest among the sand bandits. His position will not be challenged no matter what, so he naturally wants to promote an alliance.

But it's not clear what the weaker bandit leaders are thinking.

No one wants to change their status if they are used to being the boss.

"I know what you are worried about," King Huang Shalom himself broke the silence. He continued: "After the city is built, the priorities must be divided. Otherwise, the city will be destroyed without the right monks to attack it."

"However, your subordinates are still under your control, and no one else will interfere. I can guarantee this."

"In addition, after the city was built, we established a Sand Bandit Alliance. All affairs in the city will be discussed and decided by the Sand Bandit Alliance together. There is absolutely no say that I or anyone else has arbitrary power."

"Everyone's status in the Sand Bandit Alliance will be determined by a competition..."

Before King Huang Shalom finished speaking, someone who heard this couldn't help but interrupt and sneered: "Competition? Who doesn't know that you, King Huang Salon, are the strongest, haha..."

Although it was not stated explicitly, the implication was already obvious.

King Huang Salon was not angry and continued: "I haven't finished speaking yet."

"A battle is not a simple battle, but a gambling battle."

King Huang Salon took out a plate, then pointed at it and said:

“You are free to choose anyone present to issue a challenge. There is no limit to the number of challenges, but you cannot challenge the same person.

However, there is a stipulation that the person who initiates the challenge must first put 10,000 top-quality spiritual stones into this plate as gambling capital, while the person being challenged does not need to take anything. "

"The spiritual stones in this plate will be regarded as our future city building expenses. If there is any leftover after building the city, it will be collected into the inner treasury and will never be returned."

"If the challenger wins, it will be recorded as a victory. If he loses, he will not be allowed to take back the 10,000 spirit stones."

"Finally, your status in the Sand Bandits League will be calculated by the number of games you win."

"What if some people win the same number of games?" Someone interjected and asked.

"If it's the same, just add an auction between the same people. The bidding fees and gambling funds are used in the same way. They are both put into the plate. In the end, whoever pays more will win."

After King Huang Salon said what he said, all the bandit leaders thought about it in their hearts. After thinking about it, they thought it was reasonable.

At least in this way, people with high status in the Sand Bandit Alliance will have to contribute more property to build the city, so that they will not have to use their own wealth to make wedding dresses for others.

"A challenge costs ten thousand top-quality spiritual stones..." Several weak bandit leaders couldn't help but grin.

The bandits don't know when they will die, so they always live one day at a time with little savings.

For these weak bandits, 10,000 top-quality spiritual stones were almost their entire wealth, and they would never be willing to gamble with it.

There is no doubt that their status and voice in the Sand Bandit Alliance will be the lowest by then.

But if you think about it from another perspective, it seems that you can accept it if you have nothing to offer and a place to stay for free?

Other powerful bandits also had their thoughts flashing.

Naturally, they want to strive for a high status. Although they have to pay more at the same time, it is worth thinking about it.

From this point of view, King Huang Salon is indeed very capable in his work and can take care of all the bandits, which is quite a bit impeccable.

"Can the challenged person admit defeat?" This was asked by the weaker bandit leader.

The stakes for a gambling battle are 10,000 top-quality spiritual stones. It is conceivable that in order to ensure that nothing is lost, a weak bandit must be selected to challenge.

After all, he is the boss, and even if he is weak, he does not want to be beaten up by others.

"Okay." King Huang Shalom nodded.

"Everyone, what do you think of my idea?" He paused and continued.

"I have no objection." Nanyang Taoist, the leader of the Nanyang bandits, was the first to agree. While speaking, he also gave King Huang Salon a very subtle look.

He was asked by King Huang Salon.

"Neither do I." The bird-control Taoist who most wanted a place to settle down answered.

Taoist Zuo Hu nodded.

Everyone expressed their opinions one after another and a consensus was quickly reached.

"Okay, to show my sincerity, I'll start by offering some advice," Huang Sharon King took a deep breath and took out a fragrant butter-like object.

"The best ambergris jade, this piece is enough to be worth 10,000 top quality spiritual stones." He threw the ambergris jade into the plate, then picked it up with his finger and pointed it at the person with the highest cultivation level besides himself, Feidu of the Second Tribulation Realm. Taoist, "The first scene, Taoist Feidu, please come."

After King Huang Shalom finished speaking, he flew away from the Buddhist temple - how could the battle between the eight realms be carried out in a Buddhist temple? Only the vast sky could allow him to let go of his hands and feet.

King Huang Shalom had already left, but Feidu was still where he was.

His expression was changing, and he knew that King Huang Shalom was trying to establish his authority.

He now faces a difficult choice: should he fight or surrender directly?

Surrendering directly would be too weak, but it would be better to sell Huang Salon King.

It's not like we're weak in a fight. If we lose, we'll definitely lose, but at least we'll look better on the surface...

.........

Here, King Huang Shalom is already hanging high in the sky, waiting for the Taoist to fly across.

He was in a very happy mood.

It is conceivable that once the Sand Bandit City is established, as the first city lord, he will become the first person in the history of the Sand Bandit.

Well, the name of the city will definitely not be called Sand Bandit City, it will have to be changed to a nicer name.

When time passes, thousands of years later, who will remember that Bandit City was built by bandits?

King Huang Salon kept thinking in his mind.

Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine.

This is the premonition ability of high-level monks when faced with dangerous whims.

He quickly came to his senses and looked around, but saw nothing.

Just as he was wondering, in the flash of lightning, King Huang Shalom felt as if a faint shadow was passing before his eyes.

Before he could realize what it was, an unbearable pain erupted from his neck.

The next moment, he felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, his body could not move out, and he was stagnant in place.

It was only then that a fierce sword intent erupted from his body. While tearing his soul into pieces, it also separated his head from his body.

"It's blood." Moments before his death, King Huang Sharon finally realized that the shadow he saw was his own blood.

But, what exactly killed me?

King Huang Salon is destined to be confused about this issue.

.......

boom!

In the Buddhist temple, King Huang Shalom had just left, and Taoist Feidu was still hesitating.

Suddenly there was a crash.

Later, a large hole was broken in the glass roof of the Buddhist temple by something heavy falling from the sky.

With a bang, the heavy object fell from the big hole and landed in front of everyone.

It was a headless corpse.

The first reaction of the bandit leaders was to freeze.

Until Taoist Feidu said tremblingly: "King Huang Shalom?"

That was the body of King Huang Salon.

The question is, where is his head?

They didn't wonder for long.

The next moment, Taoist Feidu's head suddenly separated from his body in front of their eyes without any reason.

It was as if a sword had cut across his neck.

Oh, it turns out that King Huang Salon’s head looks like this...

They thought subconsciously.

Without any trace or sound, Taoist Feidu's head was separated from his body.

What a terrible thing?

This made all the bandit leaders present lose their spirits and could no longer arouse any other emotions except fear.

"Run, run away!" someone yelled.

The Buddhist temple here seems to have become a place where evil spirits seek life, and it is not suitable to stay for a long time.

Without any hesitation, and without caring about the bodies of King Huang Shalom and Taoist Feidu, all the bandit leaders immediately fled in all directions and left with the men they brought with them.

As for building a city?

Damn city building!

Surround Fujitang Temple?

Fuck that too!

King Huang Shalom is dead, and he’s still surrounded by people!

In the seventeenth year of Tianyuan's reign, King Huang Shalom gathered twenty-three bandits in a Buddhist temple to discuss an alliance. Unexpectedly, they "accidentally committed a mistake" and King Huang Shalom and Taoist Feidu died on the spot!

The next day, the bandits who had been gathering on the Xisha Plateau for dozens of days, like a bunch of rats, disappeared without a single one left.

…

On the same day, the Chicken Soup Temple welcomed a guest.

A young swordsman.

He brought a very unique gift.

A bulging cyst.

Inside the cyst is a big head.

The owner of the head is...

King Huang Salon.