Chapter 246 The Old Demon Comes Out

Yang Ge chased the golden old monk in black clothes away.

When Guangmingding people go to the sky, only white clouds remain in the sky for thousands of years...

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Xiong, with torn clothes and disheveled hair, climbed back to Guangmingding with one hand on his waist and a bright silver gun on the other hand, "Ouch, ouch". There was also a hideous human head on the bright silver gun!

"Huh……"

He looked at the empty Guangmingding in shock, and said angrily, "Where are the people? I killed Yang Potian, where are you people?"

As the saying goes: If you don't return wealth to your hometown, it's like walking in brocade at night!

A man has been living in seclusion for a few years, and a veteran came out in command to pick up the popular fried chicken Yang Potian. Such an exciting thing, but there is no audience?

It's tolerable, but it's intolerable!

Just when Tang Xiong was so angry that he wanted to shout three times, a fiery red sword energy rushed to the top of the light and shouted in the air: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Tang Xiong looked at the person coming and was about to answer when he saw a tall figure with a man and a gun rushing up along the rugged mountain road: "Where is the person? Boss Yang, have you seen the second brother?"

Tang Xiong looked left and right, and suddenly he became happy. He held his head high and said loudly: "That boy, stand still and listen clearly. I am the pioneer general of Emperor Taizong's three expeditions to Mobei. At that time, Duke Xin Guo Tang Xiong Tang Bohu, today I was ordered to kill Mingjiao’s treason leader Yang Potian at Guangmingding as a warning to others!”

The two people in the distance didn't even glance at Tang He, and they were busy digging through the remains of the Holy Fire Hall looking for someone.

"Not here!"

"Not here!"

"There are broken corpses here...well, too old, not the second child."

"Damn it, come and identify who owns these ten pounds?"

"Damn it, Old Wei!"

The two brothers picked up the wooden box dug out from the wreckage and shouted in surprise.

In the distance, Tang Xiong's old face was as black as the bottom of the pot, and he said angrily: "You little bastards, young and old, someone is talking, can't you hear me?"

"Hey, Boss Yang, if the old man killed Yang Potian, doesn't it mean that you will be the leader of the cult soon?"

"How long has it been, and you still care about the leader? Isn't the leader holding a gun with that old man?"

"Yes, yes... Lao Deng, where is our second brother? Isn't it possible that your court drove a tiger to devour a wolf and plotted against our second brother?"

"You think too highly of them, they have plotted against Yang Laoer..."

Tang Xiong had a dark old face and hesitated to speak. It took a long time before he said angrily: "Marquis Lu Ting killed a great lama of the grassland with one against two, and chased Yang Potian behind him. That old bald donkey went east..."

"Dong? Boss Yang, let's go!"

"What are you going for? He flies up in the sky, you run on the ground, he takes a breath, and you have to chase him for an hour or two..."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"Going to Luting?"

"good idea!"

"Walk?"

"Let's go!"

The two of them were having a quick conversation, but before the words could even be finished, the two of them passed Tang Xiong like a gust of wind while holding the wooden box, and jumped off Guangmingding.

"Seriously, my second brother flattened your Mingjiao Guangmingding. How did you do this?"

"I'm familiar with it. I'm going to sue you for slander just like I did. This is obviously the personal grudge between the previous leader Yang Potian and the 'Zhongshen Lord' Yang Erlang. It has nothing to do with our Ming Cult. This Heavenly King has nothing to do with Guangming Xiaoyao. The second envoy never approved any plan to deal with Yang Erlang! "

"Big dog owner..."

The two people's whispers as they drifted away drifted up to Guangmingding with the howling mountain wind, raising the tips of Tang Xiong's messy gray hair.

He glanced blankly at the empty Guangmingding, and suddenly felt very cold, really cold.

It was fine when I came here, but I can't go back...

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Seven days later, Suzhou streets.

"Roast chicken, time-honored Fuliji roast chicken..."

The owner of the delicatessen shop was standing in front of his store, guarding a large basket of golden and buttery roasted chicken, and shouting loudly.

A figure appeared outside the chopping board: "Boss, here's a roast chicken!"

"Well done, sir..."

The shopkeeper skillfully raised his head with a warm smile and glanced at the visitor. He picked up the grappling hook and skillfully rummaged through the dumplings: "Sir, do you want the bigger or smaller ones? Do you want to cut them? The small size comes with a secret five-spice dipping sauce." material……"

Before he finished speaking, he felt his eyes light up. When he raised his eyes, he saw nothing in front of him. He looked around inexplicably. When he lowered his head again, he found that there was a fat chicken missing from his basket and there were too many on the chopping board. A silver dime the size of a quail egg came out.

"That's weird, hey..."

In the crowd of people in the distance, Yang Ge grabbed the roast chicken and tore into it as if there was no one around, wandering along with the crowd as he walked.

After walking a hundred steps, he suddenly twisted and crashed into the fish restaurant on one side, causing a burst of panicked exclamations.

The next second, a powerful figure wrapped in a katana smashed through the roof of the fish restaurant and rose into the sky, rushing desperately out of the city. A dazzling golden sword light followed closely behind, chasing and slashing out in the air. A few knives tore the clothes of the powerful figure in front to pieces, exposing a body of golden tendons...

The fish restaurant owner trembled and covered his head and hid under the dining table. Suddenly, he saw a silver bead the size of an egg rolling down in front of him.

…

"Qiangu Youyou!"

"Snow is falling on the earth!"

"Spring Thunder Storm!"

"Scorched gold flowing stone!"

"Frost kills all kinds of grass..."

Yang Ge chased the old monk in black who came forward with a fierce attack. The ferocious sword energy hit the old monk in black one after another as if it was free of charge.

But the old monk in black only used the indestructible power of the Vajra to escape forward. Yang Ge's sword energy split open on his body. Not only could it not break his defense, it actually caused him to distance himself. with help...

The "Indestructible Vajra" is the top body-protecting magical power of Buddhism in the Wei Dynasty. It is not like the "Golden Bell" and "Iron Cloth Shirt" on the street. One relies purely on deep inner energy to protect the body, and the other purely relies on The body-protecting skills of the muscles and bones practiced horizontally are a 360-degree body-protecting magic skill that is practiced from the outside to the inside, both internally and externally!

In short, the "Indestructible Magic Power" has both the "Golden Bell"'s ability to use internal energy to disperse enemy attacks, and the "Iron Cloth Shirt"'s copper skin, iron bones, and invulnerable muscles.

The integration of this and this is like a copper pea that cannot be chewed or boiled!

Yang Ge chased the old bald donkey for seven days, cutting all the way from Huangshan to Suzhou. Lengyue's sword was almost broken, but he couldn't do anything to the old bald donkey!

It wasn't that he really had nothing to do with this old bald donkey, but that this old bald donkey didn't want to confront him head-on. He ran away when he saw him. Three miles away, what can he do? No matter how long his sword energy is, can he still span space?

What's even more terrible is that this old bald donkey knows the Jianghuai area very well. When Yang Ge is about to drain the old bald donkey's energy, he can always find a densely populated place to get in and hide. Ge was unable to use the forty-foot sword in a densely populated area, so he could only follow him into the city...

This old bald donkey also figured out Yang Ge's psychological bottom line. He knew that if he went on a killing spree in a densely populated place, Yang Ge would kill him by force at all costs, so he only played hide and seek with Yang Ge every time he entered the city. , Dare not really start a fight with Yang Ge in the city.

That is to say, the Tai Chi Yuanshen cultivated by Yang Ge can digest all the vitality of heaven and earth, and the speed of recovery is unparalleled in the world. In addition, he uses the two qi of yin and yang to observe the various conditions in the world and can always accurately find the traces of this old bald donkey...

If it had been anyone else, he would have been lost long ago!

He was really ruthless this time. No matter how slippery, smelly, and hard the old bald donkey was, he would bite the old bald donkey with all his strength. He was determined to stop until he died. momentum!

The two of them were chasing and escaping like this, running around the entire East China Plain...

However, in just seven days, rumors spread throughout the rivers and lakes in the north and south that the Holy Lord Xian Sheng was chasing a mysterious Buddhist master. There were also good people who collected rumors from all sides every day, mapped the two's footprints, and updated them in real time.

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Half a month later.

The old monk in black rushed into the land of Heluo and once approached Luting.

Yang Ge was so mad that he did not hesitate to kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred to himself. He squeezed more than half of his true energy out of his body as propulsion fuel. In the extreme state where his body was under the terrifying pressure close to the sonic boom speed and almost collapsed, he forcibly used He used his strongest move and never looked back, cutting off an arm of the old monk in black... The speed was too fast. His vision, thinking and sword moves were completely out of touch. He was clearly aiming at the head of the old monk in black, but... The sword was deflected more than ten feet away. If the old monk in black hadn't been frightened by his sudden outburst and moved around randomly, sending an arm under his sword, I'm afraid the winner would have been decided by then.

The old monk in black, who had lost an arm, did not dare to approach Luting anymore, and fled southward into the Songshan area in a panic.

Yang Ge pursued Yang Ge to Songshan Mountain, and the Shaolin Temple opened its gates. Monk Xingzhe personally led all the monks in the temple to greet him to show his innocence.

The old monk in black appeared in Shaolin Temple, and Yang Ge chased him all the way through the thousand-year-old temple.

The two of them chased each other again, and circled back to the border of Suzhou. At the right time, Yang Ge, who was full of murderous intent, struck harder, and the sword was as cold as ice hell. The old monk in black could not hold on, so he changed his route and headed north. .

Yang Ge chased the old monk in black all the way north.

After one month.

The old monk in black crossed Songting Pass and plunged into the vast grassland. Yang Ge jumped out to chase him without hesitation.

Hundreds of miles of vast mountains jumped past, and a fertile and vast grassland came into Yang Ge's eyes. In the center of the grassland, a colorful tent seemed to be dotted on the lawn... This was a Tatar tribe with a population of over 10,000.

When the old monk in black in front saw the Tatar tribe, he immediately jumped to the ground and dived in.

Yang Ge chased him to the ground, and there was no one else in his eyes except the old monk in black. But after he walked through the Tatar tribe for only a cup of tea, the neighing of horses could be heard around him, and countless huge waists could be heard. The round Tatar cavalry in fur coats slapped the horse's butt with their sabers and rushed towards him with loud curses...

Yang Gordon suddenly realized... It turned out that the old bald donkey led him out of seclusion, not to lead him into the Tatar trap, but to make him anger the Tatars.

"Forget it, let's just ask you to collect some interest first..."

He lowered his eyelids, and the light from the knife in his hand surged.

A streak of sharp sword energy filled the sky with blood and blood...

Leng Yue's sword screamed heartily, and the billowing evil energy enveloped Yang Ge like a lead cloud.

He rose into the sky, and countless fragments of remnant soldiers flew up from the sea of ​​​​blood in the corpse mountain. The prototype of the black dragon condensed under him. The cold moon sword released a billowing light of blood, giving the black dragon the finishing touch.

"Kengkengkengkeng..."

Countless fragments of remnant soldiers buzzed in unison, and the sound was like the roar of a dragon coming out of the sea.

The long-lost black dragon appears again in the world.

Yang Ge stood on the back of the black dragon, the murderous intent in his chest merged with the black dragon's rolling evil spirit, and his momentum soared into the sky!

It is said that there is no strongest martial arts in the world, only the strongest people.

And Yang Ge's current state is his real strongest state!

The black dragon roared, and a dragon swung its tail, closing the distance of hundreds of feet and swallowing the one-armed black-clothed old monk who was struggling to escape in front of him.

"Bang."

The next second, the top of the black dragon exploded, and the one-armed black-clothed old monk, shining with golden light like an Arhat, soared into the sky and continued to flee forward without a word.

But this time, his body finally no longer looked like Yang Ge's sword-wielding bombardment could not break his oily skin!

He was bleeding!

The dense and small wounds all over his body were like a slow slicing!

Yang Ge looked down at him, and deep in his cold eyes, some kind of hysterical emotion was howling wildly...

If that kind of emotion is to be described in detail, perhaps a master of psychology is needed to make an in-depth analysis of Yang Ge at this moment.

But if it is just a rough summary, it can be summarized in four words: 'Fuck it! '

Fuck benevolence and morality!

Fuck success and failure, honor and disgrace!

Fuck life and death... too!

If I can't kill you this time, I will kill myself!

...

The black dragon roared and chased the one-armed black-robed old monk all the way in circles deep into the grassland.

The extremely strong evil spirit formed a blood mist visible to the naked eye, covering the entire black dragon. The terrifying pressure scared the grassland wolves to shit and urinate across more than ten miles...

On the second day of stepping into the grassland, heavy snow fell after nightfall, and a bright new moon in the east illuminated the entire grassland darkly and brightly.

The old monk in black, who had run for hundreds of miles in one breath and had endured dozens of tortures without a single murmur, suddenly opened his mouth and shouted in a loud voice: "Saint Master, help me!"

"Have we reached the place?"

Yang Ge on the back of the black dragon heard the howl and whispered softly: "Then you are useless."

In an instant, the black dragon roared from the sky and slammed into the old monk in black who was stumbling on the ground. From beginning to end, it fell vertically like a mountain collapsing.

The old monk in black roared hoarsely, and dazzling golden light shone in the dark blood mist under the moonlight, but it swayed, shattered, and disappeared under the flushing of the black dragon...

"Bang."

The black dragon blasted a large pit with a diameter of more than 50 meters on the grassland, and dust and grass grains flew all over the sky.

When the dust settled, Yang Ge, who was in the center of the pit, bent down to pick up a golden skull bone and weighed it lightly in his hand.

At the right moment, a magnificent golden light shone in front of him.

In the golden light, a hunchbacked old man wearing a black dragon robe, a nine-tassel crown on his head, and golden silk cloud shoes on his feet walked towards him step by step with heavy steps.

"What a trick, Master!"

He smiled softly.

Yang Ge raised his head, his eyes as red as ink, without any white in them, could not reflect the magnificent golden light around him.

"Fuck you!"

He also smiled softly.

The two were only more than ten feet apart, one was protected by golden light like a god descending from heaven, and the other was full of evil spirit like an old demon coming out of retreat.

It was like the epic scene of saints fighting demons in Western religious oil paintings...