Minglong

Chapter 267 Dare to bully my wife?

On the other side of the battlefield.

A sea of ​​emerald green mist rose atop the mountains, where lightning and Buddhist light intertwined, and the winds of swords and the force of fists converged, making it look like a thundercloud floating above the earth from afar.

Four figures tumbled in the thunderclouds, their forms as small as grains of rice, yet they displayed an overwhelming power.

As a member of the Taoist sect, Nangong Ye possesses highly mobile techniques such as the Ten Thousand Mile Divine Travel Spell, as well as long-range point-killing abilities like the Flying Sword Thunder Technique, so he won't be at a disadvantage against any school of thought.

As a high-ranking monk of the Chan school, Master Xuyin was good at defending rather than attacking. Although he was difficult to break through, he was inherently inferior in mobility and could not normally hold back the Taoist sects that deliberately avoided battle.

However, Wei Jili understood that Monk Xuyin couldn't stop the two, so he rushed over to help. Although he was afraid of leaving any survivors and having his identity exposed, Wei Jili dared not use the Xueyingling family's teachings. But Bu Yuehua also had old injuries and was unable to exert her full strength, which directly led to a stalemate between the two sides.

Nangong Ye's goal was to rescue Xie Jinhuan, but they got caught in a tug-of-war, which was initially very disadvantageous for them.

But as several booming sounds came from the direction of the snow cliff, the four of them stopped almost simultaneously and turned to look at the source of the sound.

Rumbling--

The head-on battle between the top-tier martial artists was incredibly destructive. The original towering snow cliff collapsed under the impact, and countless rubble tumbled down from the sky, crashing into the white mist.

A terrifying aura of bloodlust emanated from the sea of ​​mist, gradually suppressing the roar of the collapsing rocks!

The monk Xuyin, holding a nine-ringed staff, hovered within the sea of ​​mist. Upon seeing this, an ominous premonition arose in his heart:

"Shen Jinyu failed?"

Wei Jili didn't think that Shen Jinyu could defeat Xie Jinhuan, who was already somewhat weakened, in a one-on-one fight. However, based on his understanding of demonic cultivators, once someone was killed, their bloodlust would immediately decline rather than rapidly increase.

In this situation, the only explanation is that Shen Jinyu has given all his skills to the enemy.

Xie Jinhuan, on the other hand, uses battle to sustain his strength. No matter how much he paid just now, he will always emerge in his prime, with his strength only increasing.

According to the principles of righteousness, they should work together to stop Xie Jinhuan at this time to prevent his losses from snowballing in a short period of time.

But they are not the righteous path now, and they have no reinforcements. Xie Jinhuan also has two protectors by his side. As long as Xie Jinhuan comes out, it will be a three-on-two massacre!

Realizing the situation was dire, Wei Jili fled out of the mountains without hesitation:
"go!"

The monk Xuyin had little will to fight, and seeing that he was about to be attacked from both sides, he did not hesitate to fly to the other side.

When Nangong Ye saw the two fleeing in different directions, he immediately separated to intercept them.

Just as the four split into two groups, a thunderous roar came from the distant snow cliffs:
bang——

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the collapsed rocks explode with a roar, spewing out a blood-red mist dragon.

At the top of the misty dragon stood a young warrior wielding two weapons. His robes were torn, but his body was unharmed. His entire body emanated a terrifying aura of bloodlust, and his gaze was fixed on the fleeing black-clad warrior.
"Leave this person to me, Sister Bu, you go and help Qingmo and the others."

Bu Yuehua had old injuries, making it difficult for her to stop the black-clad martial artist. Seeing this, she did not force herself to continue and quickly flew towards the snow cliff, passing Xie Jinhuan in mid-air.

Nangong Ye continued to block the monk Xuyin to prevent him from escaping.

Wei Jili escaped Bu Yuehua's pursuit and found Xie Jinhuan pressing down from behind, enveloped in a towering blood mist. He felt as if he were being hunted by a ferocious beast, and his heart sank to the bottom.

After all, he didn't have the strength of the Seven Heroes of Martial Arts; he was just a normal fourth-level martial artist. Even his own father hadn't given him the Divine Gift of the Overwatch Soldiers. If he were caught, he would surely be refined immediately. Therefore, he risked his life to flee.

However, a demonic cultivator whose thirst for blood has been ignited becomes a mad dog that doesn't care about the cost. After all, no matter how great the cost, it can be made up for as long as the target is killed. Therefore, the degree of exploitation of the body is far beyond what a normal cultivator can achieve.

Xie Jinhuan swept across the sky in pursuit, but seeing that the distance was too great, he directly used the Black Dragon to crash into a pillar to clear a path, creating a series of explosions in the sky and leaving a trail of Mach rings in its wake.

Boom boom boom...

Wei Jili realized that the overwhelming blood demon was rapidly approaching, and he couldn't help but feel despair. He was already preparing to stop and fight to the death.

Boom boom...

Xie Jinhuan, wielding two weapons, pursued relentlessly, closing the distance to within a hundred feet of the black-clad swordsman in an instant, intending to find an opportunity to strike.

But at that moment, the ghost bride, who was able to discern the target's true nature, suddenly said in surprise:

"This person looks like Wei Jili."

"?"

Xie Jinhuan frowned upon hearing the sound, and even his eyes, which were filled with bloodlust and murderous intent, instantly cleared up and turned serious.

Wei Jili's disguise was so skillful that Xie Jinhuan didn't even recognize him from behind.

However, Wei Jili was not a demonic cultivator and did not use any secret methods to conceal his internal condition. The ghost had seen Wei Jili before, so it easily determined his identity from the balance of his qi and the state of his cultivation techniques.

Xie Jinhuan already knew that this group of people were sent by the Underworld God Cult, but he really didn't expect that Wei Lu's father, Wei Wuyi's eldest son, was also involved.

However, upon hearing this name, he instantly understood why Duan Yuechou's granddaughter had been harmed and why the evil Taoist had transferred the stolen goods at lightning speed!

Wei Jili is in cahoots with the Underworld Cult...

Realizing this, Xie Jinhuan felt a pang of fear! After all, if Wei Jili, the eldest son, had problems, it meant that Snow Eagle Ridge was not clean, and Wei Wuyi's stance was naturally questionable.

Wei Wuyi is the leader of martial arts in the south and the deputy director of the Imperial Observatory. He is currently stationed in the capital, protecting the new emperor and Crown Prince Zhao De. With his strength, it is not a question of whether he can or not to plot against the emperor and the crown prince.

If Wei Wuyi was a member of the Underworld God Cult...

A martial arts tournament was suddenly held at the confluence of the three rivers, attracting all the masters away, leaving Danzhou empty and Fa Chen digging up graves...

Wei Yin possesses an almost uncanny talent and explosive power...

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Xie Jinhuan grew increasingly alarmed as he thought about it, but slowed down, creating the illusion of being overexerted, and gradually widened the distance between them.

After all, now that he has caught Wei Jili, the Wei family knows without a doubt that they have been exposed, and they may very well resort to desperate measures, causing the situation to spiral out of control.

Since he failed to catch up, Wei Jili, who was disguised so well, must have been hoping that Wei Jili wouldn't recognize him and wouldn't rashly betray him after returning.

This gave him time to turn the tables!
Thinking of this, Xie Jinhuan feigned exhaustion and gave up the pursuit. However, to avoid alerting the enemy, he mustered his strength, raised his Heavenly Mace, and roared:

"I'm the old mother of Thunder!"

Boom——

The Heavenly Mace spun out, tearing through the valley with the power of thunder, and struck the fleeing figure directly in the back.

Wei Jili ran for his life, but when he saw the sharp edge behind him, his hair stood on end. He hurriedly dodged to the side, and in the next instant, the river valley and mountain ridge to his side were smashed by the Heavenly Gang Flying Wheel, creating a rift valley. Smoke and dust rose up and almost covered the sky.

Wei Jili dodged the furious attack and realized that Xie Jinhuan seemed to be too exhausted to pursue him. He felt as if he had just escaped from the gates of hell. Having survived a calamity, he dared not linger for even a moment. He leaped over the mountain ridge and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

Xie Jinhuan hovered in the air, watching them go. After a moment of silence, his eyes were filled with a fanatical warlike glint, much like that of the "Old Demon Gao without Onions." He flashed to retrieve the Heavenly Mace, then sped off towards the direction where lightning flashed...
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Boom boom——

The valley is covered by glaciers, and an inverted golden bell is placed on top of it, with scriptures flowing on its surface and radiating boundless Buddhist light.

The monk Xuyin held a nine-ringed staff suspended in the air, his left hand turning the prayer beads. His deep voice was like that of an Arhat in a holy temple, exuding an invincible aura, but a hint of anxiety was revealed in his eyes.

Inside the enormous golden bell, Nangong Ye was trapped within, dragging along flashes of blue-white lightning to dodge the Buddha seal that was crashing down from the sky. At the same time, he bombarded the suspended Arhat with lightning bolts as thick as bowls, bringing with them thunderous roars.

Meanwhile, Bu Yuehua, along with two girls, launched a fierce attack on Jin Zhong using various techniques such as moonfire, pupil magic, thunder magic, and sword wind.

Boom boom——

The Zen school excels at defense and has a strong suppressive effect on demons and ghosts. However, Buddhism forbids killing, and the core concept of the Zen school is to remain silent and still. This leads to its techniques not pursuing the path of killing, but rather striving to be invincible and forcing opponents to lay down their weapons.

In normal combat, the Zen practitioners would suppress their opponents and then transform into an immovable Vajra, rendering their opponents powerless and enraged until they exhausted all their strength. During the chaos of the Witch Cult, Bodhisattva Yu Nian was even able to withstand the Corpse Ancestor for a period of time, allowing the righteous allies to join forces to kill him.

However, Monk Xuyin clearly did not have the same level of cultivation as the patriarch, nor would any fellow Daoists come to his aid. He could still hold his ground against Nangong Ye and delay the injury and the two juniors outside, but Xie Jinhuan could come at any moment!
Xie Jinhuan himself possessed extraordinary abilities. With the combined strength of Nangong Ye and Bu Yuehua, even if he were truly covered in a turtle shell, they would still be able to penetrate it.

Seeing that Nangong Ye wouldn't let go, the monk Xuyin was too exhausted to escape and could only try to talk his way out of it:

"Xie Jinhuan is colluding with evil Taoists. This humble monk is here to investigate on the secret orders of the sect leader. Sect Leader Nangong, please don't be fooled by this boy."

Nangong Ye could see that Xie Jinhuan was involved in demonic cultivation, but having been in close proximity to Xie Jinhuan multiple times, how could she not know her man's personality? She responded coldly at this moment:
"Even if he dabbled in demonic practices, it was out of desperation and a last resort. But you, as a member of the Buddhist sect, have been amassing wealth in Liangzhou, a fact already rumored in the martial arts world. Now you've conspired with the likes of Shen Jinyu to assassinate a junior member of the righteous path, and you've even attacked us without warning. And you dare to use the name of Zen Master Wuxin?"

Linghu Qingmo was unsure why her master had suddenly arrived, but seeing him chasing after the bald monk filled her with pride. Perhaps worried that her master would think her useless, she was now risking her life, using the Supreme Yang Divine Thunder bestowed by the Azure Dragon God to bombard the golden bell, and coldly continued:
"You still dare to spread rumors and make excuses? Back in Danyang, I heard rumors that you kept several mistresses in Liangzhou. At first, I didn't believe it, but now it seems you've long since abandoned Buddhism and are full of worldly desires..."

Monk Xuyin was entangled and couldn't escape, but he wasn't without temper. He could tolerate being insulted by Nangong Ye, a fellow sect leader and a top-tier righteous female cultivator, but seeing a mere greenhorn dare to speak out against him, he angrily shouted:
"You think your Dan Ding Sect is clean? Everyone knows that Li Chimo keeps a mistress outside..."

Zhao Ling, wielding twin swords, was slashing at the golden bell when he heard the sound and interjected:
"You want to compete in who's worse? At least Zihui Mountain didn't do something like this—the sect leader keeping a mistress…"

Bu Yuehua, who was focused on breaking through the defenses, heard this and, perhaps worried that the Daoist nun's Daoist heart might be unstable and cause a mistake, quickly reminded her:
"Don't get distracted, or you'll fall into a trap!"

Linghu Qingmo and Zhao Ling were just following behind this powerful older sister, and when they saw the senior sister giving instructions to the newcomers, they immediately stopped talking and focused on their attacks, ignoring the bald monk's noise.

Nangong Ye was indeed a little unsettled by these words. Seeing that the demoness stopped the conversation in time, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued to move around inside the Golden Bell with his superior mobility, while putting pressure on the monk Xuyin.

The group initially thought that Xie Jinhuan, having gone to chase after another top-tier martial artist, would need some time to return.

But unexpectedly, not long after the four launched their combined attack, a crimson afterimage streaked across the sky and landed on the glacier, letting out a thunderous roar from afar:
"You dare bully my wife?! You're asking for it..."

Nangong Ye, who was dodging and weaving, stumbled slightly upon hearing the sound, wanting to remind the outspoken boy that Qing Mo was still there, but unfortunately, he didn't have the chance.

Hearing this fierce roar from the maniac who was fiercely protecting his wife, Linghu Qingmo's face flushed instantly. While feeling moved, he also muttered to himself:
With so many people around, including two elders, why are you yelling like that...?

Bu Yuehua didn't notice that the flirtatious nun was being bullied. She had been wondering who Xie Jinhuan was angry for, but after a moment's thought—the four female cultivators present seemed to be this child's wings...

Oh, how dare you bully my wives...

That would definitely be courting death...

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(End of this chapter)