The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 305 Lu Chen!Ten demon generals, Pei Ancestor sees the sky in one step (please subscribe)
far away.

The outline of Yuhang City has become extremely clear, but the enemy Ji Ping'an guessed has also arrived.

"Iron Corpse! It's the Four Saints!" The God-Emperor's face was ugly, and he stared coldly at the frozen river. The densely packed corpses approaching quickly, he already understood who the "inside agent" of the demon clan was.

The Four Saints!
When everyone thought that the Four Saints Sect, which had suffered heavy losses in succession, would go dormant, slowly develop its power, and even give up the territory of Lanzhou.

This force, which was once wiped out but is now resurgent, has come back with a killing blow.

revenge?Or show weakness to the enemy?
Ji Ping'an suddenly remembered that the Four Sacred Sect had also attacked the Martial Temple. At that time, this old rival's desire to devour the national destiny was exposed.

It's just that the Four Holy Leaders are crazier than he expected.

After several repeated failures, it did not allow it to hibernate and develop, but chose to make a desperate move.

It's like a gambler who has lost several times in a row and chooses to push out all the chips in front of him and play stud.

Ji Ping'an knows the demon clan very well, and because of his understanding, he knows that if the Four Saints want to get a share of this game, they must pay a sufficient price.

For example, send enough strong men and elites to guard various arteries and block reinforcements.

At the very least, you must show enough sincerity to completely tie yourself to the same camp as the demon clan.

If you win, you can make back all your past setbacks.

If they lose, the Four Holy Sects will truly and completely offend all the human forces, and even the Southern Tang Buddhism will strangle them with all their strength.

"After re-living, you are not more mature, but more crazy. Why?"

Ji Ping'an was briefly distracted. He always felt that this was not the character of the Four Saints.

Under its crazy appearance, that "crow" is actually extremely cautious.

This time, the Four Saints blocked their fate and made crazy bets, as if...the other party had a premonition that time was running out and wanted to become as strong as possible regardless of everything.

"Four Saints?" At this time, the Qin Tianjian team realized what the enemy was.

Wang Xian drew his sword and said excitedly: "Are these the iron corpses in Sanhuang County?"

The God-Emperor grasped the hilt of the sword and said: "To be precise, it is more powerful. These should be at least bronze corpses and above."

As the enemy got closer, he could see clearly behind the group of corpses that there was a golden corpse.

Silver corpses and bronze corpses are arranged on the left and right.

Zhao Xinghuo raised his hand and grabbed it, flames burst out from his palm, condensing into a fireball similar to a spiral pill, and he narrowed his eyes:

"It doesn't matter what kind of gold, silver, copper or iron he is, just beat him and that's it."

Lin Qin's robes were fluttering, she glanced at him lightly and said:

"Your attributes are suppressed the most in this damn place, so you'd better hide behind you."

Zhao Xinghuo raised his eyebrows, but at this time Luo Huaizhu had already picked up Fang Tian's painted halberd, jumped off the deck, leaned forward with his thin body, and ran forward.

The dragging Fang Tian Hua Ji cut white snow waves on the ice.

In the blink of an eye, he collided with a bronze corpse rushing to the front, and the euphorbia in the girl's hand swept across it instantly.

Sparks were cut out of the bronze corpse's waist, flying backwards like cannonballs.

The upper and lower body were almost torn apart, but the remaining flesh and blood tried their best to glue the two bodies back together.

"Leave the most powerful one to me, let's fight quickly!" Huang Chen shouted.

An illusory well appeared around the burly star official, and the earth-yellow starlight rotated like a galaxy.

In the blink of an eye, they locked onto each other and collided with the armored golden corpse leaping high. The two "Sitting in a Well" realm powerhouses exploded in the air with all their strength.

There was a thunderous roar.

However, after the blow, Huang Chen's expression changed slightly. Not only was this golden corpse stronger than he expected.

What's more important is that this place is on a frozen canal, there is no soil around, and he happens to be an earth star official.

Just like Zhao Xinghuo who was restrained by celestial phenomena.

Huang Chen was also severely restrained by the terrain, and his power was reduced by nearly [-]%.

At this time, the other star officials also rushed out and fought with the corpses.

The God Emperor roared angrily, unsheathed his long sword, and rushed into the corpses like a chariot. Wherever he passed, enemies fell like a tide.

The martial art of the God Emperor is exactly the orthodox battlefield method. If it is one-on-one, it is not as good as a professional martial artist, but it is this kind of fighting method among thousands of troops, but it is like a duck in water.

on the deck.

With a whoosh, Erqing rushed out of the cabin and squatted on Ji Ping'an's shoulder. He looked at the corpses nervously and fearfully. The little fox folded his arms, as if his teeth were chattering from the cold, and said:
"It's a ghost..."

Ji Ping'an glanced at it: "Are you still afraid of ghosts?"

Erqing shrank his neck. He was not afraid of ghosts with only souls left, but he was more afraid of the walking dead.

Super scary!
It held its ears in distress and said:
"These things have no souls. I can't drag them into dreams."

Ji Ping'an said: "There is no need for you. It's time for you to play your role after entering the city."

Er Qing looked at the two fighting parties in front of him doubtfully and said doubtfully:
"Those people rushed out, why didn't you move?"

Ji Ping'an shook his head and said, "This style of play is too laborious."

In this bad environment, except for Lin Qin's power, which was increased, the other star officials were suppressed. The God Emperor looked fierce, but the puppet's stored spiritual essence was used up, and he was useless.

Therefore, according to his calculations, even if the team can win in the end, it will waste a lot of time.

Erqing's face was puzzled: "What should we do?"

Ji Pingan closed his eyes and said:
"Those who are good at fighting must be aware of the right time, place and people. Sometimes, a bad environment is just because the right method is not used."

As he spoke, the spiritual essence on his body poured into the frozen river along his legs.

Er Qing's ears twitched, and he keenly heard that under the thick ice, tens of thousands of tons of river water were gathering and flowing, like thousands of troops, mountains roaring and tsunami.

"That's enough." The next second, Ji Ping'an opened his eyes, raised his hand, spread his fingers, and pressed towards the frozen Grand Canal:

"Lu Chen!"

The earth suddenly roared and shook, the mountains shook, the ice surface cracked and cracked, and the entire river collapsed in an instant, and thousands of hectares of seawater erupted like lava.

Huang Chen was shocked and turned pale. He instantly lifted his energy into the air and threw everyone back. He also rolled back to the stable ice below the ship.

I was shocked to see those tyrannical iron corpses losing their footing one by one, sinking to the bottom of the water, and the whole army was wiped out.

Everyone was stunned, and soon they saw that Ji Ping'an had taken Er Qing, crossing the river on a piece of ice floe, and rushing towards the shore:
"These corpses can't fly, but they can't drown either. Don't waste time and walk into the city."

The God-Emperor sheathed his sword and flew towards the shore on pieces of ice floes, as if he was not surprised by this scene.

Huang Chen and others were stunned for a moment before they came to their senses.

"Lin Qin," Huang Chen suddenly remembered something and asked uncertainly:
"Did Ji Ping'an use the water star officer's spell just now?"

Lin Qin nodded blankly, his eyes horrified. This was a talent that Ji Ping'an had never shown during the Shendu Grand Prize.

Moreover, as a water element star official, what shocked Lin Qin was that even if he broke the Nine Perfection, he could not reach the point of breaking several miles of canals with his hands!
But she didn't know that Ji Ping'an's Po-Jiu Perfection was far stronger than ordinary star officials.

He didn't even notice Huang Chen's pupils suddenly shrinking.

So, what star system is he?Huang Chen looked at the back with complicated and doubtful eyes, and felt a strange sense of familiarity in his heart.

It was as if he had seen that back figure a long, long time ago.

...in the city.

On a street, a large group of Jianghu people were running along the street.

Everyone carries a fierce aura. Compared with the elites of the five major sects and the imperial court, although these Jianghu people are also practitioners, they lack faith in their hearts and can only maintain their military morale with their numerical advantage.

not far away.

On the roof of a small building at the corner of the street, Xue Ji landed lightly, holding a long and narrow straight knife with a deep blood groove in her hand.

At this moment, the sword was dripping with blood.

The cold wind ruffled her long hair, and the thin black robe on her body trembled like water waves.

"I have inquired about the relevant information. Your cultivation should have been suppressed by the Four Saints before. You have only recently regained it, but the recovery of your strength is really scary."

Buyi Shenxiang also flew to the top of the building and looked at her curiously.

He probed: "Is it because of that Ji Ping'an? Or... is it because of... him?"

After the Wulin League ended, Buyi Shenxiang was also looking for information, and from various clues, he realized that the mysterious person who visited the Wulin League alone and revealed his identity was probably Ji Ping'an.

Combined with the fact that Xue Ji was rescued by Ji Ping'an and today's actions, Bu Yi's expression was very imaginative and she had some doubts about the identity of "Ji Ping'an".

But he was still not sure whether Ji Ping'an was the old friend he thought he was.

Xue Ji glanced at him coldly: "You are as verbose as before."

Buyi smiled awkwardly, then turned around and began to use his physiognomy, overlooking the surrounding city, looking for the target.

With his help, people in Jianghu can accurately kill those hidden monster soldiers.

However, this time, Buyi's expression changed. His eyes were fixed on a certain direction and he said:

"coming."

"What's coming?" Xue Ji asked.

Buyi Shenxiang said in a deep voice: "Here comes the powerful one. He should be at the level of Demon General. It's going to be tricky."

However, after Xue Ji heard it, she had already jumped off the tall building and rushed in the direction he pointed.

As she walked across the block, the wind and snow swirled around her, and Xue Ji's strength grew stronger as she walked.

The magic method can absorb the aura of killing and quickly increase the cultivation level. This killing was not what she wanted, but Xue Ji didn't mind being a good person for Ji Ping'an in the way of a magic monk.

"coming!"

Elsewhere, a fight had just ended, and a Taoist team was adjusting their breath and recovering.

The Holy Son sat cross-legged in the heavy snow, with his back to his disciples behind him. Under the mask tied on his face, his closed eyes were opened and he stared solemnly ahead.

I saw an illusory formation emerging from the spiritual vortex. In the center of the formation, a humanoid tiger demon stood up.

It was nearly two feet tall, with hair like steel needles all over its body. It had the head of a tiger and the body of a tiger. It was dressed in armor made by the master of the demon clan's weapon forging, and had several chess pieces stuck on the back of its neck.

He held two spherical hammers the size of millstones in his hands.

As soon as the tiger demon appeared, he playfully glanced at the group of resting Taoist priests in front of him, with ferocious excitement in his red tiger eyes:
"The Holy Son of the Dao Sect? I didn't expect that this general is so lucky. The first human being he kills when he enters the city is a genius."

"Tiger Demon General!" The Taoist monk changed his color.

The monsters prey on the weak, and the different armor styles are completely consistent with their strength.

The first level demon general can only be held by the "sitting well" level.

At this moment, as the war begins, the real strong men begin to appear.

If you look down at the whole city, you will find that formations appeared from all sides of this city with a population of one million at almost the same time, and nearly ten demon generals walked out.

As Ji Ping'an said, this is a war, and the opponent will not hold back.

If it weren't for the strict requirements of the teleportation formation, enough people need to die to support the stronger ones to pass through. Not to mention the demon general, even the demon king level powerhouse should have arrived long ago.

"Haha!" The Holy Son suddenly laughed. He stood up slowly, turned around disdainfully in front of the tiger demon, turned his back to him, and said proudly:
"You are lucky to die in the hands of this saint."

The Tiger Demon General was stunned for a moment, angered by the other party's move of turning his back on him.

However, what it couldn't see was that the Holy Son who turned around was gesturing wildly at his brothers with his hands:

Walk!You go quickly!I cover!

It would be too easy for a demon general at the level of a well to kill these young Taoist disciples!
Someone must stay and delay until the Sanqing Temple Master arrives in time.

"Senior brother..." Everyone felt sad, but still followed the order, turned around and ran away quickly.

When the tiger demon general saw this scene, he suddenly realized that he had been tricked, and spit out two streams of hot white smoke from his thick nostrils.

It roared, and a huge white tiger silhouette appeared behind it.

Zui Jing's momentum exploded, and the Holy Son felt that his whole body was locked and there was no way to escape!

No matter how he responded, he could not avoid the hammer raised brazenly by the demon general sitting in the well.

The Holy Son's shoulders shook slightly, and he suddenly laughed in a low voice, chanting in a low voice from deep in his throat.

He slowly raised his right hand and raised it toward the sky. Golden light bloomed in his palm, and a delicate silver nine-story tower slowly rotated:

"...Shocking the past and shining today, even if I have to carry Tianyuan on my back and support the original imperial city with one hand, I am still invincible in the world..."

While reading out the domineering quotations extracted from the novel, the Holy Son shouted:
"Broken Nine!"

boom!
His sea of ​​qi boiled, and the clear air above his head soared into the sky, stepping into the realm of breaking the nine great perfections.

But there was no joy in his heart. Even if Po Jiu was perfect, he could only barely stop the demon general for a moment.

But there are too few masters in the city. Even if we put aside everything else and only protect the four "martial arts temples" in the east, west, south and north, at least four wells will be needed.

Do not!
It is impossible for the demon clan to send only four demon generals, but at least double them. Then, they will face the attack of nearly ten strong men at the level of sitting in the well.

What's more, a strong demon king may come at any time.

It is impossible for the existing forces in the city to stop it. Only a strong person in the sky-watching realm can take action to stabilize the situation and buy enough time for the people to move into the shelter.

The Holy Son raised his head, looked at the wildly rotating hammer hitting his head, and thought:
Ji Ping'an, you have made so many plans and arrangements, but in the face of the huge disparity, any of our strategies seems to be meaningless.

……

Pei's.

In the empty mansion, there is a courtyard that has been closed all year round.

At the same time, the demon generals descended collectively.

The dusty, unfrozen lake water suddenly boiled, and the bottom of the lake.

The crazy warrior Pei Wuju, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, with his white hair as wild as weeds and his hands bound by iron chains, suddenly opened his eyes.

The next second, he raised his head, his eyes piercing two golden lights that penetrated the sky.

The body wrapped in water plants exploded with a roar of gold and iron, and a terrifying aura rose into the sky.

Then, the iron chains were all broken, and Pei Wuju was like a cannonball, breaking through the lake surface, and the dark clouds above his head made circles of terrifying ripples.

"Wu Fu?" Pei Wuju stood in the sky and laughed loudly, as if he had broken away from countless chains of heaven and earth.

After a hundred years of hardship, Madman Pei looked at the sky with one step.

(End of this chapter)