At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 136 Killing the Elder of Dianbing Mountain

"Dianbing Mountain?"

He said, "I remember that during the last battle at Qimen Pass, one of the eighteen Northern Wei masters was from Dianbingshan."

"Yes."

Miaoyu smiled and said, "It's him."

"Da Yue'er, Xue Ying, Shen Pei and the Six Sword Slaves joined forces to attack Dianbing Mountain, and finally forcibly captured this man."

"We want to let the Northern Wei martial arts community know what will happen if we go against the Pingxi General's Mansion."

Inside the dungeon.

Xiao Han came to the room where the elder of Dianbing Mountain was imprisoned. Looking inside, he saw a burly man with a steel chain locked around his scapula. His limbs were pierced by the chains and his flesh was suspended in the air, unable to exert any strength.

"General, this is the guy who came in and still isn't behaving himself."

The soldier guarding the dungeon said: "He keeps thinking about breaking free from his chains every other day."

"It is indeed the Half-Step Celestial Realm."

He looked at the man for a moment and nodded slightly. Although his scapula was pierced, he could still feel the surging blood and internal strength in his body.

With a wave of his hand, the soldier opened the cell door and stepped inside. The man suddenly opened his eyes, murderous intent surging, and tried to break free from the chains with his hands and feet.

Xiao Han's gaze fell on the man's chest, where there was a deep scar that could be seen to the bone, and there was still some sword energy remaining.

If nothing unexpected happened, it must be Dayueer who broke his horizontal external strength with the Tiangang sword energy.

"You devil."

The elder of Dianbing Mountain cursed: "Let me go if you dare."

"I'm going to crush your bones."

He exclaimed in amazement: "His kung fu is not that good, but his mouth is quite tough."

With a flick of his fingers, two sword energies cut the chains on the man's scapula, and a huge amount of true energy suddenly emerged from the latter's body.

"boom."

The fine steel chains that pierced his limbs were shattered, and the elder of Dianbing Mountain fell to the ground and broke free from his restraints.

His eyes were red as he stared at Xiao Han, gritting his teeth.

"Protect the general."

Two soldiers drew their swords.

"Go back."

Xiao Han just waved his hand, the soldiers looked at each other, and immediately left the cell.

"You should have seen me at Qimen Pass."

He said with a playful expression: "I'll give you a chance. Kneel down and pledge your loyalty, and I can spare your life."

"Don't think about it."

The elder of Dianbing Mountain snorted coldly: "A soldier can be killed but not humiliated."

"So much nonsense."

next moment.

Xiao Han appeared in front of him, and the five fingers of his right hand lightly pressed towards the man's chest.

The speed was too fast. Although the elder of Dianbing Mountain was prepared, this palm forced him to defend.

He instinctively crossed his hands and blocked them in front of him.

"boom."

The white palm fell, and in an instant, overwhelming force poured into the man's body.

His eyes opened as wide as copper bells, his eyeballs were instantly filled with bloodshot, and his whole body was like rags, crashing into the iron wall behind him.

"boom."

The entire dungeon shook, and huge cracks appeared on the walls made of molten iron and bluestone.

The elder of Dianbing Mountain who was at the Half-Step Celestial Realm was slammed into the wall by Xiao Han's light palm.

"Pfft."

The latter spat out a mouthful of boiling blood and then died. His internal organs, meridians and bones were all shattered by the palm.

Even though this elder of Dianbing Mountain is not as powerful as you were in your prime, he is still far beyond the ordinary Zhixuan realm, but he couldn't even take his palm.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for killing a half-step celestial realm warrior and obtaining 800,000 God-killing Points.]

[Ding, congratulations to the host for getting a chance to win a random prize. ]

"So lucky?"

The voice in his mind flashed away, a smile appeared on his face, he wiped his hands, and walked towards the next cell.

All the masters imprisoned in the dungeon were silent as a mouse, not to mention making any sound, they even dared not breathe, for fear of being noticed by that man.

These days, they all knew that among the people who were pulled out of the cell, it was considered good if one out of ten came back alive. That Pingxi General was a demon.

Those who captured them were demons.

The Xiliang soldiers guarding the dungeon are also demons.

Especially Da Yue'er and Xiao Yue'er who often come to the dungeon are the devils among devils.

He killed four Northern Wei masters in succession. Although he obtained 700,000 killing points, he did not have the chance to draw a lottery again.

He had no choice but to give up, wiped his hands, and walked out of the dungeon.

Thanks to the efforts of Xueying, Shen Pei and Dayueer, the martial arts in the Modao Hall are increasing at a very fast rate.

For example, some time ago they raided Dianbing Mountain and not only captured an elder, they also set fire to the library in Dianbing Mountain and stole hundreds of martial arts secrets.

at this time.

In Jiyou territory.

The majestic Wudang Mountain stands between heaven and earth, towering into the clouds.

The mountainside and above are all hidden in the clouds.

The mountains and fields are lush and green, rivers rush out from the canyons, birds circle among the trees, and in the rain and fog, white cranes spread their wings, tearing through the cool breeze.

At the foot of Wudang Mountain.

A middle-aged scholar in a long green gown, with his hands behind his back, crossed the riverbank and set foot on the path leading up the mountain.

It was Xue Changqing who had rushed over from Xiliang. He looked up at the towering Wudang with a calm expression.

After a moment, he disappeared.

Wudang Mountain.

In front of the Zhenwu Hall.

The young Taoist priest, wearing a Taoist robe that had been washed so much that it looked bleached, stood in front of the railing, feeling the cool breeze blowing in from the valley. He felt much more awake.

In a corner of the hall, there is an ancient sword hanging with its scabbard still attached. It has not been unsheathed for hundreds of years. It is said that it is the sword of the founder of Wudang.

Two white cranes descended from the sky and landed beside the young Taoist priest. Their wings flapped, causing sand and rocks to fly.

"Stop fanning me."

The young Taoist said disdainfully: "I just washed the clothes."

Front hall.

The middle-aged Taoist priest in his forties looked at the rolling sea of ​​clouds in the distance with a solemn expression and a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

This kind of uneasiness has not appeared for many years. No matter how I practice my mental skills, I can't suppress it.

This person is none other than the Wudang Sect Leader Wang Chuyi.

One of the top three Taoist masters once cut a river in half with two fingers and crushed to death a world-famous cultivator called Zhixuan.

"Could it be that something went wrong during my last practice?"

Wang Chuyi said secretly.

"Brother, why are you so worried so early in the morning?"

The little Taoist priest came over and asked with a smile.

"nothing."

Wang Chuyi shook his head.

"How about letting me tell the fortune for the head teacher brother?"

The young Taoist priest spoke.

Surprisingly, Wang Chuyi did not object.

The young Taoist priest took out a few copper coins from his sleeve, threw them casually on the ground, and his face immediately became solemn.

"This divination is not accurate."

He hurriedly said, "Let me tell you another fortune."

After saying that, he picked up the coin and threw it onto the blue brick again. The result was exactly the same as the previous hexagram.

"It's still very bad."

The young Taoist priest didn't believe in evil and made several fortune-tellings, all of which turned out to be bad omens.

"Never mind."

Wang Chuyi stretched out his hand to stop the Taoist priest who wanted to continue fortune-telling, and shook his head and said, "Good and bad fortune is determined by heaven, it's useless to tell fortunes."

At this moment.

A voice came from the foot of the mountain.

"Xue Changqing came to Wudang to pay respect to the mountain."

(End of this chapter)