Ning Chen In front of him, the woman's face was twisted, her body was struggling violently, but her throat was grabbed and she couldn't say a word.
The broken arm was filled with blood, which was shocking.
At this moment, a sigh from the Buddha's words rang out, "Donor, if you can spare others and spare them, please stop."
The sudden sound attracted the attention of everyone present. Looking around, they saw a commoner monk appearing in front of the door. His face was young and compassionate, and he was walking slowly.
"Why?" Ning Chen turned his head and asked lightly.
"God has the virtue of a happy life, I hope you can be merciful," the cloth-clothed monk stopped and bowed.
"It's God's business to have a good life, it's none of my business."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Chen grabbed the woman's other arm and snapped it, causing blood to flow again.
"She slapped Mingyue, and I disabled her hands. It's fair and just, what can God say!"
The cold eyes and ruthless words stimulated everyone present. Ning Chen's face was cold and terrifying, making people shiver all over.
"Amitabha, donor, you are too murderous and have become a demon. I can no longer let you cause harm to the world."
As soon as the Buddha shouted the name, the Buddha also expressed his anger. The cloth-clothed monk moved his body and stretched out his hand to make a move. Suddenly, a strong wind came towards his face.
"When"
Ink Sword took out his sheath and stood in front of the Buddha's palm. Ning Chen stared and said slowly, "Indestructible Vajra Body"
The physical body shakes the sword, but the commoner monk's palm is unscathed and as strong as steel.
"You are the disciple of Du'e Temple." Ning Chen's face darkened. He was really lucky and met another powerful innate successor.
Why did the man from the ruined temple appear here?
"Poor monk Wujue, today I must eliminate demons from the world."
Wujue With a move of his palm, the Sanskrit sound rises, and the golden Buddha light all over his body is as bright as a saint, illuminating hundreds of feet.
"Buddhist Sacred Art, Tathagata Illuminating Heavenly Light"
"Stupid"
Ning Chen snorted coldly, Ink Sword Ningshuang stabbed the former's eyes with a sword.
"When" Wujue frowned and raised his palm to block Ink Sword, but the famous Buddhist move was also interrupted.
Ning Chen's sword spun around and kept moving with Wujue's eyes. For a moment, the latter was forced to retreat again and again.
"You are treacherous and evil, and you will not change your arrogance. How can Wujue tolerate you?"
After the words fell, the Buddha closed his eyes, golden light shone brightly, and in the sound of Sanskrit that filled the sky, a solemn holy Buddha statue appeared behind him. It was the Buddha's move to overcome the disaster in the past.
Ning Chen Concentrated, the sword attracted the frost, the snowflakes stirred, and the whole body reached its peak.
"Boom" The two moves collided, golden light shone in the world, but the ink-colored brilliance broke through the golden light and directly stabbed Wujue's right eye.
With his closed eyes unable to move even an inch, Ning Chen flipped his right palm, released his sword, and immediately pushed Ink Sword's end with one palm.
With a "bang" sound, the Buddha stepped back, and a drop of bright red blood quietly dripped down from his eyelids.
The golden body was broken, and the silver Sword Qi entered instantly. Wujue's body trembled, and his mouth was dyed vermilion.
"Righteous Buddha, where is your Buddha at this moment?" Ning Chen said coldly, knocking the former away with a sword.
He woke up and took ten steps back, vomiting out a mouthful of blood. After a moment, his demeanor became sluggish.
It is the greatest irony to the Buddha that the devil shows mercy but the Buddha finds it difficult to practice. How far has the Buddha in this world cultivated?
Keng, Ink Sword returned to the sheath, Ning Chen glanced at the people around him, left a piece of silver for the shopkeeper, and then pulled Little Mingyue upstairs.
With a bang, the door closed, and Ning Chen stumbled, blood overflowing from his mouth.
"What's wrong with you?" Mingyue was startled and quickly supported the former, saying anxiously.
"It's okay." Ning Chen forced a smile, what a powerful Buddhist holy move, what a powerful Indestructible Vajra Body. If it weren't for this little monk's lack of fighting experience, it would be hard to predict who would win today.
The bald asses of Du'e Temple are really not easy to deal with. No wonder Martial Marquis of Great Xia has to stay there all the time.
Ning Chen closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing for a moment, suppressing the injury forcefully. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.
In front of him, there was still worry in Little Mingyue's eyes, and the slap marks on his face became more and more obvious. A flash of self-blame flashed in Ning Chen's heart. He said he would protect her, but he made her suffer so much.
"Does it still hurt?" Ning Chen carefully stroked the little girl's delicate face and said softly.
"It doesn't hurt anymore" Mingyue shook his head and replied.
"I've made you feel wronged," Ning Chen apologized.
"It's okay" Mingyue bit his lip and said while holding back tears.
Ning Chen gently took the little girl into his arms and firmly promised, "There won't be another time!"
"Well" Mingyue finally couldn't help but shed tears.
Once an emperor, he was humiliated here. The little girl had endured it for a long time.
Ning Chen sighed, feeling strange in his heart.
"I almost forgot, your fish." Ning Chen took out the grilled fish from his arms. He had just put it in his arms. Fortunately, it was not cold yet.
Mingyue got up from the former's arms, smiling through tears, took the flat grilled fish, and ate it with great treasure.
Ning Chen pulled the little girl to the bed and asked her to sit on the bed. He paused and then Scroll of Life started to move. The silver light flowed down his left hand and penetrated into the slap marks on Little Mingyue's face.
Mingyue only felt a cool feeling on his face, and the burning pain just now was quickly relieved a lot.
Ning Chen took out an amulet from his arms and put it on the little girl's neck. This was something he had when he woke up. It was tied to the Moon-shaped Jade Pendant. Changsun should have put it on him when he was in a coma. Now he doesn't need it anymore, so he gave it to Little Mingyue, which is a small gift.
"Tomorrow, we are going to Great Xia. It may be dangerous, but I will protect you," Ning Chen said softly.
"Okay" Mingyue did not refute. She knew that Ning Chen's mind would not change. Although he was very kind to her and even obedient, there was absolutely no compromise on these principles.
"Go to bed quickly, we have to go on the road tomorrow morning," Ning Chen said, rubbing the little girl's hair.
"Yeah" Mingyue lay down obediently and closed his eyes.
Ning Chen walked aside, extinguished the candle, then walked to the table not far from the bed and sat down.
After today's battle, he discovered that he was still a little reluctant to face these innate successors. He had practiced too few moves. Only Sword Enshrined had taught him one move, and Scroll of Life had one move. Unfortunately, he had not yet mastered it, and even if he had mastered it, he could not use it.
The price was too high and he couldn't bear it.
The moves recorded in the other volumes Heavenly Tome and Scroll of Dust are too demanding and cannot be practiced unless you are innate. They are of no help to him now.
For the current plan, if you want to improve your strength as soon as possible, the best way is to get as many moves as possible.
This is not an easy thing. Most of the cultivation methods in the world are controlled by various forces. If you want to seize them, you will probably have to pay a high price.
In this world, he has never seen anyone else's moves except Prince Yan. His senior's talents no longer require him to practice other people's moves. All the moves are created by himself.
Thinking of this, Ning Chen suddenly remembered that of the two shocking Sword Qi he saw in the desert that day, one must belong to the senior, and the other could be inferred if he thought about it carefully.
In the world, the sword skill is comparable to that of the innate, but the sword Sword City is the only one. The senior went to the desert to find a Sand Sword, and the sword Sword City probably had the same purpose.
However, I don't know what the situation of the senior is now. He said that he would come to him after finding the Sand Sword, but now, the senior still has not appeared.
He has no doubt about the strength of his senior, but since Sword City's sword can compare to the five strongest innate men in the world, he will inevitably be a little worried.
After returning to Great Xia, he tried his best to find out the news about his seniors. If it didn't work, he had no choice but to ask Changsun for help.
The night passed quickly. Early the next morning, Little Mingyue woke up and the two of them hit the road.
Mingyue didn't want to go to Great Xia so soon, so she asked to go by herself most of the time. Ning Chen also let her go. Only when the little girl was sleepy and tired would he pick her up and speed up the pace.
The speed at which a strong martial artist Seventh-Rank goes all out is terrifying. Moreover, Ning Chen has Scroll of Life and is based on Peerless Under Heaven. The speed of Qi recovery is much faster than that of ordinary Seventh-Rank. There is basically no need to rest along the way.
After two days and one night, even if Little Mingyue did not cooperate, the two arrived at the junction of the two dynasties, Northern Zhangyuan.
This is the place where the two dynasties fought that day. Broken war arms and flags can be seen everywhere. Hundreds of miles of Northern Zhangyuan have buried the bones of too many Great Xia soldiers.
The lonely night is freezing, the cold moon shines alone, the night of Northern Zhangyuan is so cold that it is frightening, the cold wind howls, and the yin air bites the bones.
Ning Chen walked Little Mingyue in Northern Zhangyuan, looking at the corpses of soldiers strewn all over the ground. A hundred thousand warriors were slaughtered in one day, with only less than 40,000 left. The unbelievable defeat turned Northern Zhangyuan into a place of no return.
The two of them walked silently in the city, their hearts gradually sinking.
Step after step, I saw only broken spears and young faces. I couldn't see the fear of death, only the reluctance to leave my relatives far away before passing away.
"My blood and bones have been laid down from now on. Heaven has mercy on me. I hope that after death I will turn into a fighting spirit and protect my Great Xia territory forever."
Beside the fallen general, twenty-seven words in blood were written on the broken flag. Ning Chen silently leaned over and picked up the blood-stained flag on the ground, feeling heavy in his heart.
"Northern Martial Marquis damn"
Ning Chen The hands squeezed loudly, and the corpses of tens of thousands of soldiers still cannot be buried. Northern Martial Marquis Sin, tens of thousands of deaths cannot be redeemed.
Little Mingyue was silent, looking at the desolation in his eyes little by little. Facing the soldiers all over the city who used their lives to protect the territory behind them, all words seemed pale. All the differences in positions, all the conspiracies and calculations had disappeared with the lives lost at this moment. What was left was only the deepest respect for the soldiers who defended the country with their blood.
"There shouldn't be a war," Mingyue said softly.
"If you are in power, you should put the concerns of the people first. I don't know whether the distinction between countries is right or wrong, but the existence of war is undoubtedly always wrong!" Ning Chen said solemnly.
Mingyue nodded and took what Ning Chen said into his heart.