Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 57: I will use your lives to relieve the resentment of the dead (one more chapter, please read on)
Piaomiao Peak, in a valley that is one of the twelve dangerous places.

Nearly a thousand people from all walks of life gathered together to fight with hundreds of sword-wielding women dressed in various colors.

Suddenly, countless vines grew wildly and kept climbing to the place where the two sides were fighting. It seemed that the place with sparse vegetation would turn into a dense forest in a short time.

Duan Yu, who was in a remote corner, saw the familiar yet unfamiliar green vines, his pupils shrank slightly and he looked shocked.

Then he seemed to find that he was still not very confident, and thought of everything he had seen when he went to Tianlong Temple before.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately picked up the girl beside him, whose skin was as white as snow, eyes as bright as stars, and whose eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness, and apologized hurriedly:
"Miss Wang, I'm terribly sorry. I don't have time to explain further. I'll take you away from this troubled place first."

After he finished speaking, he stepped on the Sixty Trigrams with a force as powerful as thunder. Wherever he passed, a series of afterimages appeared. Fortunately, he was at the outermost edge of the valley, so it didn't take long before he was completely out of the valley.

At the same time, a young monk stood on the edge of the cliff, with hundreds of solemn female disciples from Lingjiu Palace standing behind him.

"Interesting. He was quite clever. He managed to escape today."

In the valley, everyone saw the endless vines clinging to the cliffs, and the fight had already stopped.

However, the crowd was clearly divided. On one side were the unorthodox sects that brought together people from all walks of life, and on the other side were the female disciples of Lingjiu Palace.

In an instant, there was a "boom" above the valley, and a huge rock cracked and scattered, as dense as hail and meteorites, turning into a rain of stones pouring down with the force of lightning, hitting the side door and left path accurately.

The unavoidable rain of stones caused continuous screams to be heard from the bottom of the valley, and more than a hundred people died in an instant.

There were a few more loud "boom" sounds, and a rain of stones poured down to the bottom of the valley.

In just a few breaths, the valley bottom turned into a river of blood, and the ground was littered with tattered corpses. There were no more than a hundred of those who had come from unorthodox sects left alive.

At this time, a young monk floated down, and many female disciples of Lingjiu Palace followed the vines down.

"It's Mr. Xu Zhu and Granny Yu!"

The female disciples from several major groups at the bottom of the valley showed joy on their faces and immediately surrounded the survivors.

I saw that the reason these people were still alive was that they used the bodies of their comrades to block the incoming rain of stones.

In a moment, the survivors saw that the situation was hopeless, and they dropped their weapons, knelt down and begged for mercy, saying frankly that they were bewitched by An Dongzhu, Wu Lao Da and others, and had no intention of offending Tong Lao.

On the field, there was only a handsome and noble young man wearing a light yellow shirt, standing there in a daze, with four corpses that looked like rotten meat around him.

In such a scene, it is obvious that it was only thanks to the four people who risked their lives to save them that they survived the rain of stones that seemed like a natural disaster.

Zhuang Bu Ran put his hands behind his back and said calmly:
"Are you Gusu Murongfu?"

The young man came to his senses and saw the female disciples of Lingjiu Palace following the young monk's lead. He immediately bowed and said:
"I am Murong Fu. I have entered your precious land because I stumbled upon the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference held by these unorthodox sects. To save my life, I have no choice but to temporarily join them. In fact, I am against..."

"Noisy!"

Zhuang Bu Ran took a piece of wood from Mei Jian's hand beside him, stored the circulating fire power into the wood, and threw it casually.

Murong Fu instinctively used his family's unique skill "The Shift of Stars" to try to knock the wood back, but he didn't expect that the fire in the wood would burst out as soon as it touched.

The wood block exploded with a loud bang, like a thunderbolt.

The handsome and noble young man had been shattered to pieces, leaving no trace of his body.

"The monk just wants to know if you are Murong Fu. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Zhuang Bu Ran said helplessly, and his eyes turned to the kneeling people, which immediately scared them so much that they kowtowed repeatedly.

"What this world lacks the most are those who practice unorthodox methods. Almost all the people from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands have died. If these people don't accompany them, I'm afraid the dead will feel deeply resentful."

"Monks are monks, so they will use your lives to liberate the resentment of the dead."

The young monk stretched out his left hand, which had been behind his back, and saw that his five fingers were covered with silk cocoons.

As Zhou Liutian's energy circulated, his collars and sleeves fluttered, and the cocoons followed the palm's movements, shooting out silk threads left and right. In an instant, the air was filled with fine threads, floating like slanting rain, appearing everywhere and penetrating every pore.

In an instant, numerous silk threads pierced through the throats of these people.

Most of the female disciples of Lingjiu Palace watched the whole thing in stunned silence. A small number of people on the cliff had already realized how powerful someone was, so they were mentally prepared.

Because most of the disciples of Lingjiu Palace have suffered great harm from men. They were either abandoned by men or their families were destroyed by their enemies.

Under the influence of the Tianshan Child-Grandma's vicious and cruel temper, she always regarded men as poisonous snakes and ferocious beasts.

Monks are also men, so even though they knew that the young monk was a distinguished guest of their master, they kept their distance from him for some time and never knew that he had martial arts skills that were as powerful as ghosts and gods.

The disciples of Lingjiu Palace who had been resisting the invaders suddenly came to their senses, because they heard the sisters who came to help whisper that the young monk had been chosen by their master as the next master of Lingjiu Palace on Piaomiao Peak. They couldn't help but feel excited again.

"Okay, stop watching and clean up this place."

"Yes."

Everyone replied respectfully.

half a month later.

Mei Jian came to the top of the mountain where the young monk often stayed and said respectfully:

"My Lord, the old Lord has passed away and is now being buried."

"When did the monk say that he wanted to be the master of Lingjiu Peak?" Zhuang Bu Ran shook his head and asked back.

Mei Jian replied more respectfully:
"The old lord said that the lord is the master of Lingjiu Palace, so he is the master of Lingjiu Palace. Everyone in the palace obeys the lord's orders and dares not neglect him in the slightest."

"It seems that Tong Lao has accumulated a lot of prestige in your hearts." Zhuang Bu Ran looked at the sea of ​​clouds from afar:

"Forget it. I'm free anyway and just got bored. From now on, the Nine Heavens and Nine Divisions will be divided into eight divisions: Heaven, Earth, Mountain, Marsh, Wind, Thunder, Water, and Fire. You can't practice the martial arts in the grottoes at the back hall of the Vulture Palace without a relatively deep internal force."

"The monk will teach you the Six Void Techniques, and he can also help me practice the formation I have envisioned in my mind."

Mei Jian quickly said:
"The Lord's divine power is unparalleled. How can a servant be qualified to learn it? Moreover, we have not yet served the Lord loyally, so how can we learn the Lord's divine power right after arriving here?"

"Earlier, the old master told me and my sisters that if we served him faithfully, committed no offense, and diligently practiced, then upon reaching the age of forty, we would be allowed to spend a day each year in the caves at the rear hall to study the martial arts engraved on the stone walls."

Zhuang Bu Ran showed a smile on his face:
"No wonder Tong Lao is willing to let you and the other four sisters wait by her side. Besides the four identical faces being quite amusing to look at, they are actually quite nice people."

"Okay, it's settled. You go and ask Granny Yu to preside over the division of the Nine Heavens and Nine Divisions into eight."

"In three days, the monk will teach you the Eight Circulation Strengths one by one."

(End of this chapter)