The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 193 Killing, Doubt

Zhao Ti didn't care if there were any other masters in the witch cult. At this moment, his figure was as fast as lightning. After leaving the garden, he flew straight towards the city wall of Xingzhou.

Originally, I just wanted to kill the great wizard, but I didn't expect that Empress Dowager Xiao Liang would come here. Getting rid of her was really an unexpected gain. It was a happy coincidence that I didn't care about other people at all. The best thing to do was to leave.

At this time, countless rockets shot up into the sky, followed by noisy movements coming from all directions. It was obvious that the soldiers in the Witch Training Garden were sending out signals to notify various places in the city that a shocking event had occurred.

If it weren't for being outside the palace and in a place like the witch cult at night, it would be impossible to kill Xiao Liang so easily, and the opportunity would be hard to find. Once you take the risk to assassinate him, you will be surrounded by soldiers and it will be difficult to escape.

Zhao Ti walked while thinking and had already reached the northern city of Xingzhou. He looked back and saw a seemingly majestic black shadow chasing after him, and its speed was not much slower than his own.

He was indeed a master. Zhao Ti had a blank expression on his face, sword in hand, and ran straight to the front of the city wall.

At this time, the Xixia soldier guarding the upper step road had already discovered him. Just as he was about to call out, Zhao Ti came close to him. With a flash of sword, he had already stepped very far up the step road. The Xixia soldiers fell down, blood spurting out.

Now we just have to be quick, otherwise when too many people gather or it gets light, it will be difficult to get out of Xingzhou.

People on the top of the city wall noticed it and started shooting arrows down. Zhao Ti's figure was elusive, and after just a few shakes, he was on top of the city wall.

At this time, many armored soldiers on the city wall blocked the entrance to the staircase, but it was dark at night after all. The brighter the torches the Western Xia side lit, the more dim Zhao Ti appeared, and the clearer they appeared to Zhao Ti.

He flew directly over the heads of these people, and soldiers in the distance immediately came over and shot arrows at him like locusts.

Zhao Ti deflected the arrows that fell into the soldiers, and slapped out with his palm using the icy energy. Then, with a flash of sword light, the long sword opened a path, and he cut a bloody path to the front of the battlements.

Xingzhou City is not an ancient city but a later built one. In fact, it is not very high. Not only can it not be compared with the Song Dynasty's Tokyo, even some of the Song Dynasty's fortified cities are much higher than this place.

Zhao Ti had already estimated the city before entering. It was only about four zhang (about 15 zhang) in height, and less than five zhang (about 15 zhang) including the battlements. He didn't even need to use any leverage.

This is also one of the main reasons why he wants to get rid of the great wizard. It will be easy to leave after taking action without much risk.

When he reached the battlement, he thought for a moment, then slapped back with his palm. The powerful energy burst out, and the Xixia soldiers who were rushing over were shocked and flew backwards, screaming in agony, and then used the momentum of the palm to float down the city.

He was like a big bird. He did not fall directly to the bottom of the city, but glided towards the moat.

Just as his body was about to hit the ground, an icy palm slapped downwards with a muffled "boom". His body paused slightly, and then the long sword stretched out and lightly tapped the ground, and had already flown above the moat.

The city wall of Western Xia was not very high, but the moat was extremely wide, with a distance of about 20 to 30 zhang.

Cities have always been divided into two types: water cities and dry cities. Most important passes are built along water and are almost all water cities.

Generally, the moat of a small water city is about ten to thirty meters wide, the moat of a medium-sized water city is about thirty to sixty meters wide, and the moat of a large water city can reach more than ten meters.

The moats of Tokyo City and Jiangning Prefecture in Jiangnan are both more than ten meters wide.

Green rays of light flashed from Zhao Ti's sleeves. They turned out to be pieces of bamboo strips spread on the water in front of him. He used his body to gain momentum, as if walking on water, and reached the other side in a blink of an eye.

Then his figure continued to move towards the west and disappeared into the night.

Just a dozen breaths after he crossed the moat, another person jumped down from the top of Xingzhou City, also using the water surface to gain momentum, crossed the moat, and chased in the direction where he disappeared.

Zhao Ti almost did not stop and kept rushing forward. Although he had no horses at that time, his speed was even faster than a galloping horse.

His inner strength was strong and long-lasting, and with the help of the Shenzu Sutra, he was able to use the lightness skill of the Sunflower Manual, which was so powerful that it was almost impossible to distinguish his figure with the naked eye, and he was as fast as the breeze under the moonlight.

He could sense someone chasing him from behind, it was the person in the witch cult who later made the long howling sound.

This man is a master who cannot be compared with the great wizard at all. He should be the true controller of the witch cult.

Zhao Ti was already far away from Xingzhou at this time, and he couldn't help but slow down a bit. Since he was already far away from the city, he didn't mind taking a look at what the other party looked like and seeing if he could get rid of him.

Judging only from his lightness skill, the opponent should be inferior to him. He met the soldiers on the top of the city and was blocked for a few seconds before the opponent caught up with him.

As for being able to continue chasing him after he left the city, it was because the other party saw the direction he was running from the top of the city wall and followed him.

He was blessed with the Divine Foot Sutra, and with this kind of magical skill blessing his body, and he also used the body movements of the Sunflower Manual, it was normal that the opponent was not as good as him. However, judging from the opponent's roar, his internal strength should be strong.

Zhao Ti estimated that the opponent's internal strength might not be much weaker than his own, and it was hard to say whether it was even stronger. Although his lightness skill was a little slower, he was still able to catch up with him, so his martial arts skills must be extremely high.

He alternated between fast and slow speeds, revealing his figure from time to time to let the other party take a look, then speeding up again to leave the other party behind. Before he knew it, it was already bright outside.

Most of the cities of Western Xia are concentrated in the southeast, while the fertile land is in the Hetao Plain. The further west you go, the more desolate it becomes. Although there are several military headquarters in the west, as well as ancient cities and passes such as Yangguan, Yumenguan, Guazhou and Ganzhou, most of them are located on the north and south borders. There are no big cities in the middle, mostly villages and towns.

To the west of the middle of Western Xia are two interconnected deserts called the Tengger Desert, and the surrounding areas are barren.

Zhao Ti ran all the way west for most of the day before he sped up and left the people chasing him far behind until they arrived at a small town.

Although it is called a town, the houses and residents are actually similar to those in the villages of the Song Dynasty, simple and rough, with dim colors. There is only one inn and a small wine shop.

Zhao Ti looked at the wine shop. The flag was tilted and tattered, with the words on it blurred. As for the inn, it was just a large adobe courtyard with two rows of seven or eight houses.

Of course there was no way he could stay overnight, so he went straight into the wine shop. It was empty. He knocked on the table, and a young man with a Xixia shaved head came out and looked at him in surprise.

When Zhao Ti entered the main hall of the Wu Cult, his clothing changed slightly, so he could not be recognized as a Song Dynasty person. His hairstyle was also slightly covered at the time, but it was revealed now.

He said calmly: "Is there any wine and meat?"

The Xixia youth hesitated for a moment and nodded: "We have wine and meat, but I don't know if the guest..."

Zhao Ti said, "For the merchants passing by, bring us the best wine and meat. We won't need any money from you." As he spoke, he took out a gold leaf from his bosom and threw it on the table.

The Xixia youth's eyes sparkled when he saw this. He grabbed the food and said, "Sir, please wait a moment. The wine and meat will be here soon."

Zhao Ti glanced at him, nodded slightly, and then looked outside the wine shop.

The shop faced an open space and could see very far away. At that time, the people from the witch cult had not caught up yet.

After waiting for a while, the young man brought out a pottery basin of mutton and a large jar of wine, and said, "Sir, please enjoy your meal. If you need anything else, just ask me."

Zhao Ti raised his hand and slapped open the lid of the jar. He took a quick sniff and said coldly, "You guys can't even afford to use knockout drugs, but you actually poisoned them directly?"

The young man's face changed. He suddenly reached behind his back and pulled out a short knife for cutting bones and meat. He shouted, "All the people in Song Dynasty deserve to die!"

Zhao Ti snorted. Li Yuanhao issued an order that all the people in the country must shave their heads, and the country's foreign envoys were required to follow this order. If they did not comply within three days, they would be killed. Therefore, anyone who did not have this hairstyle must be an outsider.

Although merchants from other places did not have to follow this rule to keep the Xixia hairstyle, the Khitan, Tubo, Uighur and other places had different hairstyles, which were different from those of the Song Dynasty. The Song Dynasty was easy to identify and one could tell they were Song people at a glance.

Zhao Ti sneered and said, "If you want to kill for money, just say you want to kill for money. What's the point of talking about the Great Song Dynasty and Western Xia? I'm afraid you'll even harm the Tanguts here, right?"

The young man's expression became ferocious upon hearing this. Without saying a word, he rushed forward with his knife in hand.

Zhao Ti raised his hand and pointed at the Tiantu acupoint on his chest. The powerful energy penetrated his body and killed him directly. Then he stood up and walked towards the back door.

Just as he took half a step into the back door, he saw a cold light coming from above. He shifted his body and saw a big man from Xixia in his forties, with a ferocious face. The big man's knife hit nothing and he staggered forward. It was obvious that he had used up all his strength just now.

He turned around, looking a little surprised, and was about to raise his knife again, but Zhao Ti frowned and raised his hand to kill him as well.

Then he started searching here. The wine and meat in front were all reserved, so he needed to find something to eat. It wouldn't be a big deal if he didn't use his inner strength and didn't eat for a few days, but he couldn't run for a long time without eating.

He saw a few jars of wine in the corner, so he opened one and checked it. It was clean and had no drugs in it. He picked up the jar and drank most of it, then threw it aside.

Then he found some clean mutton, ate a few pieces, packed it in a bag, and went outside.

When I walked out of the store, I saw a figure running towards me from a distance.

It was afternoon, and the sun was shining from the west, and one could clearly see a man with an extremely tall and broad build.

The man was wearing a robe as black as ink, had a bald head, and a mask on his face. The mask seemed to have stars, the sun, and the moon painted on it, with only two eyes staring out.

Zhao Ti smiled, stretched out his hand and made a beheading gesture towards the man, then turned and walked west.

The man arrived in front of the wine shop in a few breaths, walked around inside, and let out a thunderous roar. After the roar, he did the same thing as Zhao Ti just did before. He drank most of the wine, grabbed a leg of lamb, ate a few bites, and went out to continue chasing.

Zhao Ti ran until it was getting dark and came to a small river. The river was full of sand and gravel, and fish could be seen swimming in it.

He washed his face, rested for a while, and continued walking west without changing direction.

Before he knew it, it was dark, but he still didn't stop. As long as he had food and water, the Shenzu Meridian would circulate, and his internal energy was almost endless. It was extremely difficult to deplete it all by just using light skills.

They hardly stopped that night, traveling back and forth under the moonlight. In the early morning, Zhao Ti saw that the terrain in the distance had changed, with the appearance of continuous hills. Suddenly, he turned and headed towards the hills in the northwest.

The black shadow behind him couldn't help but pause slightly when he saw this. He had made marks along the way, all pointing due west, but he didn't expect the other party to suddenly change his route.

Zhao Ti ran towards the rolling hills and when he got close, he went straight into the mountains.

The dark shadow behind him frowned after seeing the mask from afar, but he did not slow down and followed him into the mountain.

Zhao Ti had already reached the top of the hill and jumped directly onto a tree to watch.

The shadow followed the traces of the trees and before he reached the top, he saw Zhao Ti standing on the treetop. He let out a deafening roar, and the leaves, birds and insects fell down one after another. "Song people, you're not running away anymore?"

Zhao Ti stood on the treetop with his arms folded across his chest, looking at the man in black robes and sneering, "If I continue, can you catch up with me?"

The man in black robe did not answer, as if he was afraid that he would really continue running. He ran forward, not dodging when he met trees, but actually broke them all. Then he came to Zhao Ti, jumped up, and punched him suddenly.

Zhao Ti couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly when he saw the punch. The fist actually produced a few black ripples in front of it, along with a sound like muffled thunder.

What kind of martial arts is this? I have never heard of it or seen it before, but it seems to be very powerful.

Zhao Ti used the tenth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra and punched out without reservation.

Then there was a rumbling sound, the roar of dragons and the hiss of elephants, and the fists collided with each other in an instant.

The tree under Zhao Ti snapped, and the man in black took two steps back, shouting, "Dragon Elephant Prajna Paramita Kung Fu, is it the tenth level? How can you master this skill? How can you practice it to the tenth level?"

Zhao Ti fell from the tree, expressionless at this moment: "Are you a monk?"

The man in black robe has a bald head. In Western Xia, only monks have completely bald heads, but Tantric monks do not wear the scars of ordination.

Zhao Ti was puzzled. If the other party was really a monk, why would he appear in the witch cult? Although Xixia witch cult and Buddhism were not incompatible, they would not have any contact.

The man in black robe did not answer, but rushed forward again, muttering something, as if he was reading a Buddhist scripture, but it was a scripture that Zhao Ti had never heard of before.

He once again used that powerful punching technique, which was extremely powerful and had a subtle sense of destruction.

Zhao Ti slapped out with his icy palm, instantly freezing the black-robed man's arm. There seemed to be a layer of black gas lingering all over his body, but the ice melted in an instant. Then his body moved like a pestle to slay demons, and he rushed over at lightning speed, reciting Buddhist scriptures.

What a strange martial arts! Whether Zhao Ti was watching from his boxing skills or his current moves, he felt that the man in black robe was using Buddhist martial arts, but it was different from the common ones.

Even the fierce and killing moves in Buddhist martial arts are all upright, but the martial arts of this man in black robe are full of the meaning of extinction and destruction.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than ten moves. The man in black robe had extremely strong internal strength and strange martial arts. Zhao Ti was trying to figure out the martial arts used by the opponent while fighting.

The man in black robe seemed to be in a hurry. He suddenly threw a punch and the sound of his chanting became louder. It went from being faintly audible to being resounding throughout the world.

At this time, Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes slightly and saw that the faint black air outside the other party's body was beginning to thicken, and he also found that the other party's body shape and temperament had actually changed slightly.

Although it is very faint, there has indeed been a change, and it seems to be a taste of destruction and rebirth.

This temperament reminded him of the Sweeping Monk, Murong Longcheng, and Xiaoyaozi.

Although the special aura displayed by the black-robed man at this moment was not even one percent of that of the other three, and it did not seem to be naturally possessed, but seemed to be stimulated by some secret method, it still made Zhao Ti's heart jump.

This man's origins are unknown. He is a monk but is in a witch cult. His martial arts are weird and have never been seen or heard of before. His internal strength is extremely strong and he is showing signs of sublimated temperament. Zhao Ti secretly thought that he could not delay any longer.

He moved his feet, the long sword was in his hand, his body flashed forward, and the sword was pointed directly at the face of the man in black robe.

The black-robed man's palms suddenly formed a lotus shape, surrounded by energy and flashing black light. He did not avoid the sword, but instead reached forward to take it.

Zhao Ti frowned and thrust his sword forward. He saw the black-robed man's palms covered in black, as if he was wearing a pair of black gloves. He suddenly locked the sword, and a strange internal force flowed along the sword and spread towards Zhao Ti's body.

Zhao Ti's eyes flashed and his wrist shook slightly. A short sword that was thin and narrow, with an ancient shape and glowing white and red light flashed out from his sleeve like a startled dragon and a swimming wild swan.

He instantly threw away his long sword and held this sword in his hand. It was the short sword that he got from Gao Taotao and that was presented to Emperor Taizong by King Qian Hongchu of Wu Yue, and it was suspected to be Moye.

This sword can cut iron like mud and it has a strange luster. Zhao Ti has been carrying it with him and hiding it in his sleeve. At this moment, he takes it out and changes the sword. The sword flashes with white and red light and continues to stab at the man in black robe.

The man in black robe had never expected such a change, and he hurriedly put his palms into a lotus shape to meet the sword, but the sword was so fast and sharp that it was indescribable. It had already reached his face, and lightly slashed downwards, cutting off the mask on his face, and cut straight down, causing blood to spurt out.

Zhao Ti moved aside in an instant and came forward a few breaths later. The man was no longer breathing. The mask had fallen off, revealing a strange face, as black as ink, with no beard on his chin, which fits the image of a monk.

After staring for a while, Zhao Ti was confused and had no idea who this person was. After thinking for a while, he reached into the other person's clothes and took out two books, one was "Mahavairocana Sutra Commentary" and the other was "Mahakala Rituals". Both books were related to the Esoteric Buddhist guardian deity Mahakala and were Esoteric Buddhist scriptures.

Zhao Ti thought about it and shook his head. There were too many puzzles and it would be difficult to find out in a short time.

Afterwards, he crossed the hill and continued to go west to avoid pursuit by the Western Xia soldiers. Before long, he arrived at the border between Western Xia and Uighur.

After leaving the border and heading towards Tianshan Mountains, two days later, he found the secret signs left by his subordinates.

Following the mark, he searched all the way and saw Jiumozhi waiting not far from the eastern foot of Tianshan Mountain.

(End of this chapter)