Chapter 947: Armed Forces

Gusu Cuiguang's eyes were dull.

Only when he looked at the azure expression in the distance and Luo Tianfeng's wide-sleeved robe did he flash a strange color.

He is more than six feet tall, and is indeed much shorter than the average Asura clansman.

Wearing a simple robe, there are no complicated patterns or complicated decorations, but he can't hide his magnanimity. His face is like a white jade carving, resolute and calm without any trace of violence.

The palms under the sleeves were even more frighteningly pale, and cyan blood vessels could be seen faintly flowing.

It seems that this is not a pair of fleshy palms but a work of art.

However, these seemingly fragile palms are powerful and can inspire the sky-burial nails made of divine iron.

Gusu Cuiguang did not stop Luo Tian from sealing the Divine Iron Sky Nail. Instead, he looked at Luo Manping and said with a smile: "Brother Manping, do you really believe this old guy's promise?"

"Now that he is seriously injured and unable to support himself, why don't you and I join forces? From now on, you will be the master of your great religion, and I will be the happy immortal in the world. Wouldn't I be happy?"

"That immature magic medicine is of no use to me, so I will generously give it to you, brother."

Luo Manping's pupils shrank slightly, with a look of shock.

This is a magical medicine that can revive human flesh and bones.

Even if he is immature, he still possesses supreme magical power. If he can refine it into a pill and swallow it, he should have the opportunity to use the power of the magical medicine to attack the Dao Lord realm.

Who would have thought that Gusu Cuiguang would not want the magic medicine.

Luo Manping stood with his hands down.

Uncertain expression.

On the one hand, the leader's trust and approval, on the other hand, the naked temptation of the magic medicine. He was able to suppress the throbbing in his heart and did not take action, which showed that his state of mind was strong.

More importantly, he must think clearly about how to obtain the maximum benefit.

Should he stand with the leader or join forces with Gusu Cuiguang?

Luo Manping narrowed his eyes and asked, "Does the Dharma King have a grudge against the leader?"

"Yes!" Gusu Cuiguang nodded calmly.

He continued: "When Gusu City was destroyed, my father, the city lord, died in the hands of Luo Tianfeng. My mother was humiliated and forced to commit suicide. Since then, Gusu City has become part of the Asura Sect. "

"But I don't resent Luo Tianfeng."

"My parents died because they had bad luck, lacked moral integrity, and did not have the strength to have everything they should have. How much can I, a swaddled baby, remember about what happened back then?"

"Speaking of it, although the leader killed my relatives, he also raised me and trained me to become the king of the great religion."

"I don't need hate as an excuse."

"Everything I do is to become stronger."

Gusu Cuiguang's story was very plain, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him. His eyes were extremely calm from beginning to end, and he said calmly: "Leader, you are old."

That look was like seeing a three-year-old child holding a gold ingot.

Luo Tianfeng couldn't imagine that some people would regard him as an old man.

At this time, he finally understood that all his former disciples and subordinates were subject to his force. Once his force was insufficient, or if he changed his ideas, there would be a backlash.

"Is this fate?"

Even though Luo Tianfeng was a top saint, he also doubted his fate in an instant.

After going through a series of things, he has obviously changed, become more mature, and can be a more qualified leader.

However, he had just transformed himself when he was hit hard by his once-trusted disciple.

He is obviously better now than before, but why doesn't he get the rewards he deserves?

The wound under his ribs ached faintly, and Luo Tianfeng let out a long sigh. Changes from top to bottom were always difficult. It seemed that he had countless powers to stop him, but he had to kill someone.

Killing batch after batch.

Whether it is the clan elders represented by the elders of the Qian clan or the frontier fortress represented by Luo Tianpeng, now it is finally his turn, and the forces that once supported him also need to be eliminated.

Only complete disintegration can usher in new life.

Without the constraints of these people, we can once again burst out with vitality.

"What do you want if you don't want the magic medicine?"

Luo Manping asked his question.

If Gusu Cuiguang values ​​​​his own strength, what does he want if he doesn't want the magic medicine? What is it that makes Gusu Cuiguang give up the magic medicine and get Luo Manping as insurance?

Or, in fact, Gusu Cuiguang wants everything.

As the weakest of the three parties, Luo Manping had no need to conspire with Gusu Cuiguang to kill the leader, regardless of whether the leader could be saved.

Gusu Cuiguang said: "I only want one thing, that is the holy weapon that can absorb people's souls."

Luo Manping was shocked.

really!

After seeing the power of the Zunhun Banner, all monks would definitely want to own such a magical weapon.

However, Luo Manping was full of questions. How did Gusu Cuiguang know the power of the Zunhun Banner?

He was tight-lipped about the Zunhun Banner.

It should be that apart from the leader, Yang Wu and him, it is impossible for a fourth person to know.

Luo Manping couldn't help but move his gaze to the leader's face.

He already had his answer.

It must be the leader who asked Gusu Cuiguang to investigate the news about the Soul Flag, and the other party happened to find something from the Eastern Wilderness Realm.

So, taking advantage of the fact that the old king had not arrived and gained the trust of the leader in important matters, he took action and severely wounded the leader in an attempt to steal the soul flag.

If it were this condition, it would be impossible for Luo Manping to agree.

He could even give the immature divine medicine to Gusu Cuiguang, and then he would take charge of the Zunhun Banner. Luo Manping felt that with his relationship with Tushanjun, he should be the first successor of the Zunhun Banner after the leader failed.

Besides, anyone who wanted to get involved would be courting death!

Not only would Tushanjun not agree, he would not agree either!

"No."

Gusu Cuiguang was surprised: "No room for negotiation?"

"No room for negotiation." Luo Manping looked solemn.

He had been guarding the Zunhun Banner for so long since he dug it out.

Even when he fought side by side with the main soul, he could live and die together. What was it for?

Isn't it just to take over after the leader died?

For this, he could give up everything he had.

Now someone suddenly appeared and said he wanted to conspire with him and take the fruits of his victory. He would never agree.

Not to mention just the top great saint, even if the Taoist was in front of him, he would not give in. Once he flinched and gave in, he would probably leave the stage of history.

The leader was only injured, not dead, and it was still unknown who would win.

Luo Tianfeng, who had stopped bleeding, laughed.

He knew that Luo Manping would not agree after Cui Gu said the conditions. Luo Manping was working like a cow and a horse to be in charge of the Zunhun Banner, and he rushed to do all the dirty and tiring work.

That was why he said that if he failed, Luo Manping would take over as the leader.

Whoever took over as the leader would be in charge of the Zunhun Banner.

In other words, whoever held the Zunhun Banner would be the next leader of the Ashura Cult.

This was not an exaggeration, because a small half of the Asura Clan's background cultivators were in the banner, and as long as the Soul Banner was still in the Ashura Cult, it would still maintain its strength as good as before.

Once the Soul Banner was lost, even if Luo Manping became the leader, he would be a commander without troops.

The internal pressure alone would make him breathless.

For the sake of his future self, Luo Manping would never accept Gusu Cuiguang's proposal.

Gusu Cuiguang's eyelids moved slightly, and he stopped wasting words.

He exhaled in one breath.

The great world is hidden in the heart and the Sumeru is inside and outside.

He grasped the ancient handle in the air, and a sharp and sharp blade that seemed to tear the sky apart tore the void apart.

The peerless holy weapon, the Golden Winged Sword!

Although it was only a holy weapon, it seemed to be in a trance for a moment under the murderous intention of Gusu Cuiguang's top great sage.

No longer paying attention to the sword, but the person holding the sword.

The man and the sword will enter a strange state.

The man is the sword, and the sword is the man.

The sword and the Tao merge into a divine sword that can cut through everything.

Seeing Gusu Cuiguang showing such a powerful inspiration and Taoism, Luo Tianfeng looked gloomy.

Don't look at the miracle of Luo Manping breaking through the great sage now, but he is not a great sage yet and can't fight with Gusu Cuiguang.

Maybe the Luo Manping he relied on will be defeated if he can't go through three rounds.

As expected.

Luo Manping immediately descended into the Great Realm.

He activated his magic power to manifest his Dharma image.

Blood-eyed Asura swung out a terrifying palm that shook the heavens and the earth, as if he could defeat all enemies and suppress his opponents with just this pair of flesh palms. What a pity.

He met a peerless genius.

Gusu Cuiguang's knife was very different from Luo Tianpeng's magic knife.

Gusu Cuiguang's knife was a knife for killing people.

Not a king, not a tyrant.

Only killing people!

The knife and the man moved at the same time.

There was no flash of knife light, but a glow swept across the sky, and a crack appeared on the ten-thousand-foot Blood-eyed Asura Dharma image.

At the same time, a corresponding wound appeared on Luo Manping's chest. If it was half an inch higher, the peerless magic weapon Golden Wing Knife would be able to gouge out his heart.

"Roar!"

Luo Manping roared and was about to use the Asura secret technique again to increase his fighting power.

"Kill!"

Seeing that Luo Manping was defeated, Luo Tianfeng's palm holding Tianji trembled slightly.

Now he couldn't hold the magic weapon tightly.

But he still had a killing move.

He flicked his sleeves.

A three-foot small flag fell into his hand.

Gently shook.

When the magic power was surging like the Yellow River, a shadow came stepping on the mist.

Luo Tianfeng shouted: "Gusu Cuiguang, don't you want this magic weapon of mine!"

The evil is as vast as the sea of ​​clouds.

Riding the wind and stepping on the fog, ghosts and gods live!

The tall figure in the black and red dark gold dragon pattern Taoist robe was about to shatter the world.

Swish!

As the evil spirit dissipated like steam, a pale ghost hand stretched out from it.

The purple-black oval rough nails stretched out death like a terrifying monster, and this pale hand grasped the iron rod.

Pale.

Pitch black.

It looked so strange but seemed to fit in.

The dark-as-night mace seemed to weigh tens of millions of pounds, and it was as restrained as ink but possessed supreme power.

The owner of the pale ghost hand waved gently.

The black light tore through the vast steam that concealed his figure.

He took a step forward.

His iron boots landed heavily on the ground.

Boom.

Under the top corner, the immortal eyes that looked like dark stars in the abyss of the sky drooped in his eyelids.

He raised his head slightly.

His face, which looked like it was carved out of the ice peaks of distant mountains, looked so cold against the background of his long scarlet hair, like a god who had walked out of the gates of hell and appeared in the world holding the Mingwang Pestle that suppressed the hell.

Later.