Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 56 Fell into a trap!
On the Kyoto Canal, a small boat is hidden in the darkness.

Inside the cabin, a bloody Bodhisattva was sitting cross-legged on the deck. His naked body was a shocking blood red color, and his terrifying skinless face was even more creepy and chilling.

However, she was like a Bodhisattva in a Buddhist temple, with her eyes closed and sitting cross-legged. In this strange appearance, there was a hint of sacredness and purity.

Behind the Blood Bodhisattva, the Great Elder placed his palms on her back and muttered something.

After the blood slave left the control of the Blood Bodhisattva, he could only understand some simple instructions.

In order to accurately control the blood slave's every word and action, someone needs to control him from behind, and the Blood Bodhisattva cannot be too far away from the blood slave.

The Great Elder is the only one among the group of salvation believers in Baiyun Temple who knows how to use the Blood Bodhisattva, but he cannot do what the leader does, who can control dozens of blood slaves controlled by the Blood Bodhisattvas at the same time by himself.

He can only control Cang Baizi, a blood slave of the celestial warrior level, and control Cang Baizi's every word and action. Even when fighting with others, he can exert 70% to 80% of Cang Baizi's strength.

A dozen blood slaves of the seventh to fifth ranks, plus a genuine celestial warrior, were used to kill a minor official from the Astronomical Patrol. This was a bit of a waste of talent.

The reason for being so cautious is that they are worried that the Sky Patrol Captain is using the name of a "transaction" to secretly ambush people from the Sky Patrol around them, waiting for them to come to them.

It was precisely because of such concerns that he sent blood slaves to kill people instead of mobilizing the elite troops in the sect.

Even he himself did not take any risks personally, but hid in a small boat on the Jingyun River with the Blood Bodhisattva who controlled "Cang Baizi", just to guard against this move!
Anyway, I can no longer stay in Baiyun Temple. These blood slaves will be abandoned sooner or later. As long as I can kill the hateful court lackeys, it will be enough.

It’s just a pity to lose a blood slave of the celestial warrior level.

"But they chose the West City Pier as the trading location..."

"If we were in Kyoto, my actions would be sensed by the 'Armillary Sphere' of the Astronomical Survey Office. However, this is the Jingyun Canal, which is outside Kyoto... Perhaps I can personally take off the head of that dog official."

The Great Elder was quite tempted.

He really hated Zhao Guanxiang. If he hadn't interfered time and time again, how could they have been forced to give up such a good place as Baiyun Temple?

This crooked official clearly has no evidence at all, but he still relies on despicable means to slander people out of thin air. Even the vicious criminals of the Salvation Church feel a sense of frustration, like "a scholar meeting a soldier, unable to explain himself clearly". They even have to endure his extortion, which makes people feel so frustrated that they almost vomit blood.

The most infuriating thing is that this guy actually hit the mark by accident!
But after thinking about it, he let go of the idea: "If I can kill that dog official with the help of the blood slave, then that's enough. If things change, it won't be too late to take action later."

He closed his eyes and concentrated, with his hands placed on the Blood Bodhisattva's back, using secret methods to control Cang Baizi's every move.

Through Cang Baizi's eyes, he "saw" the "Spirit Lord Statue" in Zhao Guanxiang's hand.

When the carriage was on the cargo ship, he also "saw" Zhao Guanxiang who had fallen into the river on his own initiative.

The next moment, the Great Elder suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of shock:

"Oops, I fell into a trap!"

……

On the cargo ship, Cang Baizi suddenly looked towards the river surface in the southeast.

The light from the torches dispelled the mist on the river surface, and a huge ship capable of accommodating thousands of people emerged like a behemoth breaking through the fog.

Cang Baizi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the ship that was slowly approaching this side in the distance.

As a celestial warrior, he has excellent eyesight.

I saw that the ship had three floors, and on the deck of each floor stood archers wearing iron masks. At a quick glance, there were thousands of them!
When did such a force appear in Kyoto? !

He suddenly noticed that there seemed to be some pattern printed on the side of the ship. With the light of the torches on the ship, a corner of shadow slowly appeared.

Cang Baizi squinted his eyes and tried his best to identify it.

That seems to be... the character "Zhao"?

Just when he wanted to take a closer look, he suddenly heard a faint "whoosh" sound beside his ear.

He looked up, and suddenly a chill invaded his body. In the sky, countless arrows fell towards the cargo ship like a plague of locusts!

"Fell into a trap!"

With a loud roar from Cang Baizi, the carriage behind him exploded, and a dozen people in black clothes rushed out with swords in their hands.

All of these people were the elite of Baiyun Temple. They were not afraid of the rain of arrows. They raised their swords and cut down the arrows one by one.

Cang Baizi dodged several arrows by moving sideways, but when he raised his eyes, he found several more sharp arrows were shooting towards his face.

He slapped the scabbard at his waist, and the sword came out with a "clang". He grasped the hilt and slashed in front of him, cutting off the arrows that were shot towards him.

"Om..."

The sword shook violently, making bursts of trembling sounds.

Cang Baizi only felt pain in his palm and looked at the broken arrows in surprise.

The broken end of the arrow gleamed with metallic luster.

"Fine steel arrows?!"

This discovery shocked him immediately.

It is difficult for ordinary arrows to cause damage to warriors who are protected by spiritual power, but this does not include sharp arrows made of fine steel!
This arrow, made entirely of fine-grained steel, is more than ten times heavier than ordinary arrows. When paired with a special crossbow, it is strong enough to penetrate hard rock half a mile away.

This is an arrow specially used to hunt warriors!
But the question is, how much does fine steel cost? An arrow consumes at least half a pound of fine steel, and a pound of fine steel is worth at least five taels of silver!
In other words, what was fired in this round of volleys were not arrows, but thousands of taels of silver!
Whose subordinates are these crossbowmen? !
After one wave of arrows came, another wave came.

It seems like there will never be a break.

The companions around Cang Baizi finally ran out of strength, gradually suffered injuries, and began to fall one after another.

Without entering the realm of heaven and man, spiritual power is ultimately limited. When the protective qi is broken, it is only a matter of time before you are shot to death by this fine steel arrow.

"If I recall this blood slave, my current position will be exposed. Instead of doing that, I might as well rush onto that ship and kill him once and for all!"

A fierce light flashed in Cang Baizi's eyes, and he rushed towards the side of the cargo ship with sword in hand.

He jumped down, channeled his spiritual power under his feet, walked on the river water, and rushed towards the ship that was hundreds of meters away.

The archers on the ship apparently noticed his approach and fired several volleys at him.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Cang Baizi showed no fear. He poured vast spiritual power into the sword. He raised the sword and swung it upwards, releasing a ray of sword energy that cut all the rain of arrows into the river.

closer, closer...

When he finally approached the ship, he leaped up, his figure flying like a swan, and rushed towards the deck.

But just as he was about to rush onto the deck of the ship, suddenly a big foot kicked him and kicked him away, and he fell heavily into the river.

"I was just about to take action myself, but you came to my door."

A cold snort came from the deck of the ship.

In the cold river water, Cang Baizi surfaced and looked up. What came towards him was a sword light condensed from thunder.

His pupils shrank, and the sword light was getting closer and closer in the reflection of his pupils...

This sword that made it difficult for him to resist also made him realize the unbridgeable gap between himself and the person who attacked him.

Third grade...supernatural power!
(End of this chapter)