Second Grade Profound Weapon, Crescent Slaughtering Blade

Azure Queen said, "I have never pursued quantity; what I pursue is quality. These three people I captured are worth more than the three million people they captured. Yin Su, take the two of them away and lock them up with that monk we captured a few days ago. When the Demon Emperor Ceremony arrives, send all three of them off as sacrifices! Ning Xiaochuan, I know you are very cunning. Do not even think of escaping, or I will break your legs."

The silver-haired enchantress said no more. She led Ning Xiaochuan and Hua Qinglian into a demon tower enveloped by an array and locked the two of them inside.

As soon as they entered the demon tower, they heard the sound of a Wooden Fish, along with a monk chanting scriptures.

"Amitabha! Benefactor Ning, how did you get locked in here too?" When the great monk saw Ning Xiaochuan, he stopped striking the Wooden Fish, pressed his palms together, and uttered a Buddhist invocation.

Ning Xiaochuan looked closely. The great monk sitting amid the weeds seemed somewhat familiar. He was wrapped in a patch-covered monk's robe, wore a pair of tattered straw sandals, and had a fat head, large ears, and a thoroughly crafty face.

Wasn't he Monk Tan Qian? "Master, how did Azure Queen lock you up as well?" Ning Xiaochuan asked in surprise.

Monk Tan Qian let out a long sigh. "Do not mention it! Azure Queen said that you had offended her, and that she intended to capture everyone you knew and use them as offerings. This old monk had originally planned to go to Heaven-Cleaving Desolate Ridge to spread the Buddhist teachings, but she captured me without a word. Too violent, too barbaric! Amitabha! By the way, Benefactor Ning, just how did you offend