Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 460: Treasure appears?

The three warriors felt their scalps tingling at this moment. The self-righteous calculations in their hearts were ruthlessly shattered in an instant.

They were very familiar with these two imperial guards.

The employer had clearly instructed them in advance that they could only take action after the two soldiers left.

Before taking action, they did carefully confirm that the two imperial guards had left safely.

But now, the bodies of these two men were suddenly thrown in front of them, like a loud slap in the face, shattering their confidence.

"who?!"

"Come out if you have the guts!"

The fifth-rank warrior suppressed his inner panic and shouted angrily.

But there was still a hint of uneasiness in that voice that was difficult to conceal.

After all, the master who could kill two imperial guards silently under his nose and throw the bodies accurately in front of them was definitely not an ordinary person. How could he not be scared?
Following the angry roar of the fifth-rank warrior, a figure slowly walked out of the dark alley on the street.

The man was tightly wrapped in a black robe, so airtight that not even an inch of skin was exposed, like a mysterious ghost in the dark night.

Beneath the pitch-black hood, there seemed to be a cold, ruthless, and even deadly gaze, piercing straight at the three warriors.

The three warriors all had a strange feeling.

A living person should never have such a look that makes the living feel disgusted and uncomfortable.

But this man in black robe can clearly kill people and move, so he is obviously not dead.

It was this contradictory and strange feeling that sent a chill down the spines of the three warriors, as if their throats were being strangled by an invisible hand.

The fifth-rank warrior glared at Liang Jin, his eyes full of suspicion, and asked:
"Is this your helper?"

Liang Jin's expression was indifferent, and his tone was as calm as the ripples on the lake:
"I've given you opportunities, but you don't know how to cherish them."

"Now, if you want to leave, it's too late."

After saying that, Liang Jin sighed slightly, and in that sigh, there was a bit of pity for the three foolish lives that were about to disappear.

The three warriors looked at each other, and murderous intent instantly surged in their eyes.

"Kill the target first to complete the mission!"

The three of them shouted in unison, and then rushed towards Liang Jin fiercely.

They knew that the money had been taken, and if they couldn't get the job done, they would die if they returned.

The black-robed man in front of them exuded a terrifying aura and looked like someone who was not to be trifled with. The three of them did not dare to act rashly against him.

In this case, killing Liang Jin quickly and then escaping immediately became their best option at the moment.

As soon as the three of them moved, the man in black robe also took action instantly.

He just stretched out his hand and grabbed the three warriors from a distance.

"call!!!"

In an instant, cold winds blew and the air was filled with foul smells, as if the gates of hell had been opened, and the breath of death instantly enveloped the entire place.

The violent internal force surged out from the black-robed man's body like an unstoppable torrent, enveloping the three warriors.

At this moment, the two sixth-rank warriors felt as if their entire bodies were sealed tightly by an invisible wall. They were unable to move, and it was difficult for them to even move a finger.

The fifth-rank warrior seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. Every step forward was extremely difficult, as if a burden of tens of millions of pounds was pressing on him.

“Four…Fourth Rank!”

The fifth-rank warrior's expression changed drastically as he finally realized the strength of the man in black robe.

Such a terrifying power that surpassed his entire realm instantly filled him with fear, and his legs couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Liang Jin had already started walking towards the distance, muttering:

"You guys play slowly, I'm leaving first."

He didn't want to waste his precious time watching how these three minions were defeated.

He still has many important things to do tonight.

Upon seeing this, the fifth-rank warrior hurriedly shouted:

"Let us go!"

"We can tell you who wants to kill you!"

Liang Jintou didn't even bother to reply.

He already knew everything in his heart, so why did he need to hear it from these people?

Soon, his figure disappeared at the end of the street and disappeared into the darkness.

At this time.

"Kacha! Kacha!"

There was a horrifying sound of bones breaking.

The two sixth-rank warriors were ultimately unable to withstand the terrifying internal force of the black-robed man, and their bones were squeezed and broken like fragile branches.

As the bones broke, some internal organ fragments were squeezed out of their mouths and noses. The scene was bloody and tragic.

In the blink of an eye, the two men were dead, deader than dead.

Such a strong bloody smell seemed to stimulate the man in black robe.

The man in black robe waved his hand again, and a powerful suction force suddenly appeared.

Several streams of blood mist were immediately sucked out of the seven orifices of the two dead sixth-grade warriors. The blood mist seemed to have life and rushed towards the man in black robe.

A clear inhalation sound came from under the hood of the man in black robe.

The blood mist flowed into the hood and then disappeared, as if it was greedily inhaled into the mouth and nose of the man in black robe.

It was this action that caused the black-robed man to relax his attention on the fifth-grade warrior slightly, and the internal force he applied to the fifth-grade warrior also decreased.

"It's now!"

The fifth-rank warrior's eyes lit up, and he seized this fleeting opportunity, violently shaking his internal strength and mobilizing all the invisible power around him.

Then, he shot up into the sky like an arrow, trying to take the opportunity to escape.

however……

The next second, the man in black robe appeared beside him like a ghost.

The black-robed man's lightness skills are far superior to his!
This sudden change frightened the fifth-grade warrior so much that his hair stood on end, and he was about to scream for help.

"Shh!"

The black-robed man's hands suddenly shot out, like two sharp daggers, and fiercely stabbed into the body of the fifth-grade warrior.

The sudden severe pain made the fifth-grade warrior tense up all over, and even his screams were suppressed.

"Let's die together!"

A glint of despair flashed in the eyes of the fifth-grade warrior, and he obviously knew that he had suffered a fatal injury.

But even if he died, he wanted to drag the black-robed man in front of him to be buried with him!
Immediately, the fifth-grade warrior suddenly opened his mouth, and several cold rays shot out from his mouth.

It turned out to be a dart in the mouth!

This is an extremely vicious hidden weapon. It is usually hidden in the mouth and is highly camouflaged. When necessary, it can be suddenly spit out from the mouth, causing great lethality.

Especially when two people are face to face at close range, this kind of hidden weapon can often catch the opponent off guard, making it difficult to defend against.

"Chi chi chi!"

Four miniature darts accurately hit the black-robed man's head.

The powerful force even shattered the hood on the black-robed man's head.

The face of the man in black robe was finally exposed to the fifth-grade warrior.

The fifth-rank warrior was about to glare at the man in black robe with his last resentment and ferocity before his death.

However, when he saw the face of the man in black robe clearly, he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

The skin of the man in black robe was a strange blue-black color. That was because after death, rigor mortis began to spread and the blood coagulated, causing the skin to turn black.

What's even more terrifying is that this black-robed man has a centipede-shaped suture line running from his forehead to his jaw. The exposed steel nails are forcibly riveting the broken skull together. Three copper tubes are inserted at the ends of the line, and the magnetic needles inside the copper tubes are trembling slightly.

The black-robed man's eye sockets had already become cloudy and white, his cracked nose revealed the nasal bone, and half of his lips had fallen off, revealing his tongue and mouth that looked like bacon.

A face like this... is definitely not a living person!
At this moment, the fifth-rank warrior felt a chill running through his forehead.

He was actually fighting with a dead man!
Moreover, he was a person who had been dead for a long time!
At this moment, the black-robed man's gray eyes stared straight at the fifth-grade warrior. His mouth opened wide and he began to breathe deeply.

Before the fifth-rank warrior died, he felt with horror that the black-robed dead man's powerful internal force was forcing the blood out of his body.

The blood was like mist, being greedily sucked into the mouth and nose of the dead man.
………………

Nearby, street corner.

A group of foreign monks gathered here.

They were dressed in bright red robes, and wore yellow monk hats, which was quite Western style.

From time to time, they listened attentively to the movements nearby and talked quietly.

"A lot of warriors have come, including some experts."

"Could it be that a treasure has really been unearthed here? Otherwise, why is there such a big commotion?"

"Huh? Looks like there's a fight going on, and there's more than one place. Is the fighting so intense before the treasure is even revealed?"

……

The foreign monks were talking about it, their faces inevitably full of curiosity.

They were disciples of the Vajra Temple of the Infinite Vidyaraja Sect, and their Buddhist cultivation was still rudimentary, so they were inevitably moved by external things. However, there was only one person who remained indifferent to all the movement around him.

Among them was an old monk with long white eyebrows that looked like two white waterfalls. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, quietly turning the Buddhist beads in his hand and chanting scriptures silently with a focused and pious expression.

He is none other than Hayagriva.

At this time, an old monk was seen running hurriedly along the street.

The old monk came before Hayagriva and bowed slightly, then sat down cross-legged in front of Hayagriva.

"Ming Wang, the factory owner still doesn't want to see us."

The old monk had a look of sorrow on his face and his tone was full of helplessness.

After a pause, he said indignantly:

"My Wuliang Mingwang Sect's miraculous medicine is specifically designed to treat infertility. It can be said to be a cure-all."

"Now that the Emperor of Daqian has no children and the country has no crown prince, shouldn't the factory owner, as a close friend of the Emperor, be worried about the Emperor?"

"We are willing to offer the miracle medicine to help the Emperor Daqian solve his problems. I really don't understand why the factory owner is still trying to make things difficult for us."

The old monk became more and more excited as he spoke, and in the end he even slapped the ground in anger, smashing a stone slab to pieces and raising a cloud of dust.

Upon hearing this, Hayagriva slowly opened his eyes.

He chanted a Buddhist name, his voice low and calm, as if it could soothe all the waves in the world, and then said:
"Venerable Dharma Protector, please calm your mind and clear your nature, and do not be impatient or anxious."

"The factory owner doesn't want to see us because he knows what we want."

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of Hayagriva and the Dharma Protector were filled with sadness and helplessness.

Yes, they came for help.

Now the Wuliang Mingwang Sect is in danger in the Western Desert and is facing the disaster of destruction.

With the deaths of Wuliang Dharma King and Niu Mingwang in battle, there are only three Mingwangs left in the sect: Hayagriva, Mahalakshatra and Laughing Mingwang.

The Laughing Vajra King and the Horse-Headed Vajra King are both only fourth-grade warriors.

Only Mahalakshatra is a third-rank warrior.

It seems that the Wuliang Mingwang Sect still has its roots.

However, that also depends on what kind of enemy they are facing.

That’s Qingyi Tower!

Qingyi Tower not only has a large number of people, but also boasts two peerless masters, Meng Xinghun and Mo Dao Kuang! Secretly, there is also a powerful warrior in armor!
Then Meng Xinghun and the armored warrior were able to defeat the Black Dragon Dynasty's second-grade warrior Tuxie Wang head-on!

Facing the Tuxie King, that Mo Dao Kuang was too disdainful to even take action himself!

The Wuliang Mingwang Sect was simply unable to resist such a powerful force.

Meanwhile, the relationship between the Shali Kingdom and the Qingyi Tower was heating up, and the Black Dragon Dynasty's tentacles extending into the Western Desert were cut off by the Qingyi Tower.

Therefore, the Wuliang Mingwang Sect could only turn its attention to the Daqian Dynasty.

The Dharma Protector said angrily:

"The factory owner knew we were asking for help, but he still didn't see us. This is really too much!"

"Back then, our Wuliang Mingwang Sect attacked the Liu family army to help the factory master, resulting in heavy losses for our sect. All the disciples of the Luosha Academy were killed, and the strongest Tumo Mingwang even passed away on the spot."

"If my sect hadn't exhausted the elite troops of the Liu Family Army, and if the Master of the Psycho-Fire hadn't risked his life to severely injure Liu Zhan, how could the Factory Master have been able to wipe out the Liu Family Army so easily later?"

"Now that the factory owner has stood by and watched me die, isn't he really afraid that we will reveal what happened back then to the Daqian court?"

When he got excited, the Dharma Protector even acted as if he would rather die than live in disgrace, with a look of determination on his face.

As soon as these words were spoken, Hayagriva's expression suddenly changed.

"Be careful!"

He immediately raised his hand and made a gesture of silence with a serious expression.

The Dharma Protector was suddenly startled and quickly shut up.

The two of them stood up together and sensed it quietly.

The next moment, a slight sound was heard from the roof of a nearby house.

The two of them looked at the sound.

I saw several figures moving swiftly and agilely, jumping and moving quickly on the roof.

The seven men were dressed in long gowns, with vests and jackets on the outside, flowing scarves on their heads, and holding sharp swords in their hands.

Although their heads were wrapped in white cloth, their faces were filled with deep, pitch-black holes, exuding an indescribable strange aura.

These seven people were like shooting stars in the dark night, speeding across the rooftops under the moon with the lightest of toes. Wherever they passed, the tiles did not shake at all, only the rustling of their clothes.

The moonlight poured down, giving their light figures a silver edge, but it was difficult to capture their fast-moving trajectory.

Seeing these seven people, Hayagriva and Dharmapala frowned.

They had seen these seven guys in that strange place!

Although each of these seven people's martial arts skills are not high, they only have the aura of a fifth-grade warrior.

But after the seven of them formed a sword formation, they were able to exert extremely powerful force.

"Ming Wang! Look!"

The Dharma Protector hurriedly pointed at one of the seven swordsmen and shouted.

That man was different from the others. His vest, coat and scarf were all blue. He was obviously the leader.

And in his arms, he was holding an ancient bronze box!

The bronze box was obviously quite old. Its former shining golden color had faded and was now covered with mottled rust, with a deep and rich green color throughout.

What is even more peculiar is that the box is dotted with fresh soil. The soil grains are plump and moist, and some are even clinging to some grass roots, as if they had just been dug out from the ground.

"Could it be...that is the treasure?"

The Dharmapala Venerable seemed to be lost in thought.

In that strange place, these seven guys were the most active in searching for treasure. Before others could react, they were the first to take action.

But unexpectedly, in reality, they were still quick in their actions and found the treasure so quickly!

"Ming Wang, should we... take action?"

There was a hint of excitement in the eyes of the Dharma Protector.

Even monks cannot help but feel greedy for treasures.

Hayagriva shook his head slightly:
"Don't worry."

"First, take a good look at how many people are behind them."

The Dharma Protector looked puzzled when he heard this.

He moved, quietly landed on the roof, and then looked carefully.

This sight made him terrified.

It was not until this moment that the Dharma Protector saw clearly that behind the seven strange swordsmen, there were many warriors gathered in the air, on the roof and on the ground like a swarm of bees.

Their eyes were burning and their expressions were crazy. Even though their faces were flushed and veins were bulging on their foreheads due to exhaustion, they still chased desperately, their eyes filled with an eager desire for the goal ahead.

Obviously, the Dharma Protector was not the only one who discovered the mysterious treasure in the hands of the seven swordsmen.

Many warriors have keenly noticed the bronze box, and swarmed over it like sharks smelling blood.

Throughout the ages, the magic of treasure has always been so powerful that it can easily arouse the most primitive greed in people's hearts.

At this moment, these warriors followed closely behind the seven swordsmen, and their intentions were already obvious.

This thrilling battle for treasure is probably about to break out.

Fortunately, the Dharma Protector and others did not take action immediately.

Otherwise, they will think they are the mantis stalking the cicada, but they don’t know that there is a group of orioles behind them!

"Amitabha."

Hayagriva murmured a Buddhist name:
"Greed is like licking honey from the edge of a knife; though it is sweet, it does not satisfy your stomach, but it may cut off your tongue."

"This scene is exactly like the scene in Cangfeng Valley that day."

"Tonight, for the sake of this word 'treasure', I wonder how many heroes will die on the spot."

After saying this, Hayagriva slowly shook his head, a look of deep helplessness and emotion emerged on his face, followed by a long and heavy sigh.

Immediately, he lowered his body slightly, crossed his legs, and sat firmly on the ground.

I saw him gently raising his hands, the Buddhist beads slowly turning on his fingertips, muttering something, and chanting scriptures with his eyes closed.

When the Dharma Protector heard what Hayagriva said, his heart trembled violently, and he instantly realized his shortcomings in Buddhist practice.

Shame quickly spread across his face. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes full of self-blame and regret.

Afterwards, he returned to Hayagriva, with a humble look on his face, and humbly asked:

"Ming Wang, then we won't participate in the fight for the treasure?"

Hayagriva opened his eyes and shouted angrily:
"Of course we have to fight!"

"Just this time we have to be smarter."

"In the Hidden Wind Valley, the Dharma King and the Bull-Headed Vajra King joined the battle too early. They were both injured in the battle in the Star Demon Sea, and in the end, someone took advantage of them."

"This time, we won't take action until the very end!"

(End of this chapter)