Saint Immortal Way

() Lu Yang did not expect Mona's identity to be the princess.

"Not good, there is movement, a large number of Mongolian people have come!" Ying She said suddenly, as a little god who absorbs human incense, but within a radius of tens of miles where he is, he can see the signs of all people.

Lu Yang glanced at Mona, then turned his head to look at the rock wall and Qianniuwei, and sighed: "Will the Mongolian puppet warriors be awakened, will it alarm the Mongolian tribe?"

Mona was silent.

"Sure enough!" Lu Yang looked stern, thought for a while, waved his hand violently, and said decisively: "Qianniuwei, let's go, follow me out to see the elite cavalry of the Mongolian tribe!"

If Lu Yang's memory is correct and the information he learned from Meng Na is correct, the Mongolian puppet warriors should be the most powerful force of the Mongolian tribe, so Lu Yang has nothing to fear.

As an outsider, he suddenly seized the control of the Mongolian puppet fighters, and the Mongolian tribe must be furious.And if Lu Yang wants to get enough benefits, he can only do it by deterring the opponent.And the only way to intimidate is to fight, to fight a beautiful battle, so that everyone can clearly understand the cards in their hands.

When I came to the foot of the mountain and looked at the gentle slope in front of the nameless mountain, I saw billowing smoke and dust, and tens of thousands of cavalry came rolling on iron hooves.Deep in the nameless mountain behind Lu Yang is the Holy Land, the place guarded by the Mongolian people for generations, and also the cemetery of the kings of the Mongolian people.

This is a sacred place, it's hard to imagine how lax Lu Yang was when he touched it.Lu Yang didn't even see any trace of human beings. It has to be said that the Mongolians may be too proud to even send someone to guard their own holy land.

"Array!" Lu Yang shouted.

The puppet leader Lei Xing sent an order and shouted: "Array!"

All the puppet fighters immediately lined up in a row of 20 people and formed a formation of six. All the Mongolian puppet fighters were wearing strong and sharp, and a gray-white vitality rose up in a mighty way, connecting them into one piece. Unshakable.

Lu Yang took a look and found that the gray-white vitality cultivated by the puppet warriors was terrifying. The gray color was the dead energy entangled in the corpses of divine beasts. It is estimated that these puppet warriors cultivated with this rotten vitality.And white qi is domineering, one of the two auras of divine beasts, the main one is power.

It is precisely because of the practice of domineering that every Mongolian puppet warrior possesses boundless strength, and when [-] puppet warriors unite, they have the power to shake mountains.

The number of iron hooves rushing towards the Holy Land was around [-]. When they stopped a hundred steps in front of the puppet warriors, Lu Yang saw that all the cavalry seemed to be quite tired from the long-distance running, but the cavalry teams were not in disarray.

"What a Mongolian army!" Lu Yang admired in his heart.

The leader is a Chinese army, about a thousand cavalry, all the cavalry are wearing iron armor and holding spears, and the leader is a majestic man with a resolute face, a burly body, and firm and wise eyes. In the crowd of thousands of troops, it naturally becomes the focus of attention, showing the style of the king.

"I think this is Weina's father, the king of the Mongolian tribe!" Lu Yang thought to himself.

Among the ten thousand troops, a dozen riders came out and stood in front of the ten thousand troops. Lu Yang did not turn his head, and asked Mona behind him, "Are those ten or so elders the elders of the Presbyterian Church?"

Mona, who was escorted by two puppet warriors, nodded and said, "It's the Twelve Elders, members of the Presbyterian Church, and they are the decision makers and managers of our Mongolian people!"

On the opposite side, King Meng and the twelve elders looked solemn, and one of the elders said: "To wake up Qianniuwei, you must get the consent of King Meng and the elders. Niu Wei was awakened, what kind of situation is it?"

"Look carefully, that's Meng Na girl. She seems to be under custody. The person in front looks like a Confucian from the Nine Provinces Dynasty. He is not from my Mongolian tribe. Will he be the one who controls Qianniuwei?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, without the blood of the Mengshen, it is impossible to awaken and control our clan's Qianniuwei, this is a well-known fact!"

"Could it be that girl Meng Na is playing tricks?" The elders looked at King Meng with a little awe in their hearts.

King Meng frowned, his expression was solemn, his eyes were piercing, and he seemed to see Lu Yang clearly through a hundred steps away: "No, this person actually has the blood of the God of Meng, Meng Na is the real one!" I'm being held in custody!"

"What?!" The elders were shocked, and quickly circulated their vitality, and their eyes fell on Lu Yang, and they kept observing carefully. After a while, all the elders were shocked.

"When did Mengshen's blood flow to a foreigner? Or did this foreigner steal my Mengshen's blood?"

"This is serious blasphemy, unforgivable!"

The elders talked a lot, King Meng said in a deep voice: "It's useless to say these things now, elders should think about how to control Qianniuwei!"

"If someone with God's blood really controls Qianniuwei, this result will be difficult to change. Unless this person is killed, Qianniuwei may be controlled again!" An elder shook his head.

"Then kill that person, the most powerful force of our Mongolian tribe must not fall into the hands of an outsider!" An elder said bitterly.

"It's very difficult to kill him. Everyone knows that Qianniuwei is the strongest military force in our Mongolian tribe. Is it possible for us cavalry to break through the tight defense of Qianniuwei? Or can we withstand Qianniuwei's charge?" ?"

King Meng shook his head, sighed, and said in a deep voice after a long while: "Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient, let me go up to find out the situation, that young man seems to be not simple, I think he must have something to ask for!"

The black flame horse that King Meng drove forward, stared at Lu Yang, and raised his voice, "Young man, who are you?"

Lu Yang raised his hand, and the Mongolian puppet battle formation took three steps forward. Lu Yang squinted his eyes and looked at King Meng. His heart trembled suddenly, strong, too powerful. Lu Yang felt the deep sea-like power on King Meng. The momentum made him tremble.

"No, kid from the Lu family, this barbarian is very powerful, much stronger than Lei Xing, maybe he can kill a saint!" Ying She was suddenly frightened, "The same goes for those elders, they are very terrifying!"

Lu Yang trembled slightly, his face remained calm, knowing that the reason why the other party didn't dare to act rashly was not because he had captured Mona, but because Qianniuwei, even if he was stronger than the other party, couldn't withstand a thousand Mongolian men. The bombardment of the puppet warriors may only need one or two hundred Mongolian puppet warriors to kill him.

"Is this the king of Meng?" Lu Yang said calmly.

King Meng nodded and didn't say much.

Lu Yang holds the control of the Mongolian puppet fighters and possesses a force that the entire Mongolian tribe fears, so he has nothing to fear. Lu Yang has no intention of concealing it, and said bluntly: "I am a Confucian teacher from the wilderness tribe of Beiyan Prison. My surname is Lu, and I have a single name. The word Yang means Chunyang."

"Northern Flame Prison Wasteland, Lu Yang..." King Meng was a little surprised, thought for a while and said: "As far as I know, the tribes trapped in the Flame Prison Wasteland are all small tribes that are not well established, and there are no Confucian teachers there!"

"Originally there wasn't, but now I have. With the support of various tribes, I have built an academy to teach the holy way to the tribe!" Lu Yang laughed.

"..." King Meng couldn't believe it. If it was true, it would not be a trivial matter. King Meng thought about it, and his face changed slightly, "Could it be that your Kyushu Dynasty is planning to march south?"

Lu Yang grinned: "Sorry, I only represent an individual, not the imperial court. Establishing an academy and imparting the holy way are just personal aspirations and ideals!"

cunning!King Meng murmured in his heart, and then said loudly: "Well, this king wants to know, but have you controlled the Qianniuwei of my Mongolian tribe?"

"That's right, I've already controlled Qianniuwei!" Lu Yang smiled, glanced sideways at the pale-faced Mona, and said loudly: "Even the king's daughter, Mona, is now my prisoner! "

King Meng didn't seem to care about Mona. He never looked at Mona from the beginning to the end, let alone asked any questions about Mona. King Meng's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and his tone became more dignified than ever before. He said firmly: "How do you have the blood of the gods?"

This is undoubtedly an important issue. Not to mention the King of Mongolia, even the Presbyterian Council urgently needs to know. You must know that this is a major issue related to the Mongolian people.

Lu Yang didn't intend to hide anything, so he suppressed his smile and said, "Okay, since King Meng is interested in knowing, I'll tell you that I spread enlightenment to the barbarian tribes in the Northern Flame Prison Wasteland, and made great contributions to the tribes there. The elders of the tribe gave a bunch of fragments of the bones of the divine beasts, which still contained the essence of the divine beasts. After unintentionally refining them, they gained a lot of memories, so they found the holy land, saw the rock walls and the divine beasts. Although Miss Mona guarded the holy land, it was a pity The strength is weaker!"

Lu Yang kept his mouth shut, and the rest was self-evident.

King Meng and the elders were all surprised. The twelve elders turned their heads and discussed in a low voice. They didn't expect such a reason. It stands to reason that the tribes in the northern wilderness of the Flame Prison are not good enough. They can have a bunch of broken beasts. Bone is also unexpected, and Lu Yang's ability to refine blood is even more extraordinary, because there is absolutely no such technique in the Holy Way.

Seeing everyone's surprised expressions, Lu Yang felt complacent and said with a smile, "I know what Qianniuwei means to the Mongolians, but with such a powerful Qianniuwei in my hands, what can the King of Meng teach me?"

King Meng fell silent.

Lu Yang's question was heartbreaking. Qianniuwei belonged to the Mongolian tribe. Lu Yang controlled Qianniuwei. If he didn't hand it over, what would he do?

"This guy is really disgusting, he is humiliating us!" The elders were so angry that their eyes were burning, but no one knew Qianniuwei's terrifying combat power better than them. The Mongolians in Qianniuwei are still inferior to Qianniuwei in terms of overall strength.

King Meng suddenly said: "In this way, since you have the blood of the Meng God, you are a member of my Mongolian tribe. I will marry Meng Na to you. How about you being my king's son-in-law?"

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