My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The lotus-shaped spirit boat transformed into a dazzling golden streak, darting wildly through the sea of ​​clouds.

Its speed was so great that it even left a piercing sonic boom cloud in mid-air.

On the deck of the spirit boat.

The old monk Jingkong gripped the gunwale tightly, his once dignified face now deathly pale.

Cold sweat streamed down his bald head, soaking his luxurious gold-threaded cassock.

"Master, why are we running away?"

The monk Huiming looked on with bewilderment and humiliation, and he glanced back at the direction of Chang'an City with resentment.

"The Tang Dynasty was nothing more than a country of ordinary, worldly people."

"Even if the emperor has a few guards who know how to cultivate immortality, you are a powerful cultivator in the late Golden Core stage! Are you afraid of them?"

"Shut up!"

The old monk Jingkong rebuked him sternly, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"What do you know!"

"Didn't you notice the way those mortal officials looked at us in the main hall just now?"

The old monk Jingkong took a deep breath, as if he was still shaken.

"That's not the look you give a customer! That's the look you give a dead person!"

"I swear on my life that if we utter another word of nonsense, we will not leave this Taiji Hall alive!"

The spirit boat sped for a full three hours.

Finally, they flew out of the city of Chang'an and entered a vast, desolate mountain range.

Seeing the endless primeval forest below, Master Jingkong finally felt a little relieved.

"Phew...it seems I was worrying too much."

however.

He hadn't fully exhaled yet.

"Buzz—!!!"

A deafening roar suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.

Followed by.

The once star-studded night sky seemed to have been instantly covered by a huge black cloth.

The space within a radius of a hundred miles was sealed off by an incomparably powerful array force, like solidified amber!

"What's going on?!"

The Buddhist disciples were terrified.

Without the support of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the spirit boat plummeted straight down into the valley below, like a piece of scrap metal.

With a loud "bang," a cloud of dust was kicked up.

The Venerable Master Jingkong and his disciples crawled out of the ruins in a disheveled state, forming a defensive formation back to back.

Just then.

From the depths of the dark forest, a dozen tall and imposing figures slowly emerged.

These people were all dressed in black.

Their faces were covered with black masks, revealing only pairs of eyes that gleamed with a chilling murderous intent.

Moreover, in order to conceal their identities, they even deliberately suppressed the fluctuations of their spiritual energy.

only.

This method of cover-up is rather perfunctory.

The man in black standing at the very front.

Although his face was covered, his physique, weighing over 300 pounds, made him stand there like an iron tower; even a blind man could tell he was no ordinary man.

Even more outrageous is...

In his hand, he was holding upside down a large, octagonal axe, the size of a door panel, that emitted a dazzling light!

beside him.

Another man in black carried two thick whips, one male and one female, with lightning flashing on them.

There was also a tall, slender man in black, holding a seven-story exquisite pagoda that was spinning rapidly in his palm!

The old monk Jingkong's eyes twitched wildly as he looked at these uniquely styled "black-clad assassins".

You call this an assassination?

What kind of assassin goes out with his face covered, yet carries a famous and renowned weapon?

"You...you are from the Tang Dynasty..."

The old monk Jingkong pointed at the fat man with the axe and blurted out.

"Duke Lu of Cheng..."

"Shut up! You've mistaken me for someone else!"

Cheng Yaojin was startled and quickly let out a strange, extremely affected laugh in a rough voice.

"Hehehehe..."

"We are not dukes of the Tang Dynasty! We are professional bandits from Black Wind Mountain!"

Cheng Yaojin brandished his Xuanhua axe with great seriousness.

"This mountain is mine, these trees are mine. If you want to pass, leave your toll!"

Upon hearing this, Yuchi Gong became anxious and slapped Cheng Yaojin on the back of the head.

He lowered his voice and cursed, "Old Black, are you stupid? We're here to silence you, not to rob you!"

Cheng Yaojin suddenly realized what he meant and quickly changed his words.

"Ahem! Well then, forget about robbing me! Just leave your life behind!"

"This is outrageous!"

Master Jingkong was utterly enraged.

A powerful cultivator in the late stage of the Golden Core realm was so easily fooled by a few pretentious charlatans.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

The old monk roared, his body flashing with Buddhist light, and a golden dragon of spiritual energy rose from behind him, carrying an aura of destruction, and pounced towards Cheng Yaojin and the others.

"A mere trick like this, yet you dare to show off your amateur skills in front of Grandpa!"

Cheng Yaojin snorted coldly, too lazy to even pretend anymore.

"Brothers, let's charge forward shoulder to shoulder! Let's finish this quickly!"

The words fell.

Seven or eight powerful Tang generals at the Golden Core stage charged forward like a pack of wild dogs, howling as they pounced.

There is no code of honor among the martial arts community.

There was no mastery of his skills whatsoever.

It started with an inhumane and righteous mob attack!

"Take this, three powerful blows!"

"Behold my meteor hammer!"

"The pagoda suppresses the river demon!"

Poor old monk Jingkong.

His majestic Heavenly Dragon hadn't even had a chance to unleash its power before it was directly absorbed into Li Jing's exquisite pagoda and reduced to ashes.

Immediately following were Cheng Yaojin's axe, Yuchi Gong's iron whip, and Qin Qiong's double maces.

Like a violent storm, it rained down on him from all angles.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the valley.

This highly respected elder in the Western Buddhist kingdom didn't even last the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

The protective aura of Buddha was shattered.

Eighty percent of his bones were broken, and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

As for the disciples he brought, they were utterly defeated and had long been hacked to pieces by the Tang generals.

"Amitabha...you...you will not die a good death..."

The old monk Jingkong coughed up blood, his deep eyes filled with endless resentment.

"The great masters of my Buddhist kingdom... will surely find out that you did it... and will surely avenge this old monk..."

Done.

The old monk Jingkong suddenly bit his tongue, and his body exploded.

A semi-transparent golden remnant soul, carrying a strong sense of resentment, fled towards the sky like lightning.

"Trying to run? Have you even asked me first!"

Just then.

An elderly man dressed in the robes of a civil official, also wearing a black veil, slowly emerged from the darkness.

It was none other than Fang Xuanling, the most cunning strategist of the Tang Dynasty.

He looked at the remnant soul that was trying to escape, a chilling glint in his eyes.

"If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring. If you are reincarnated and reveal the secrets of my Great Tang's 'Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult,' how will I ever face anyone again?"

Fang Xuanling pulled out a talisman that emitted a faint green light from his sleeve.

"Nine Netherworld Fire, go!"

The talisman transformed into a green fire dragon, instantly catching up with the remnant soul of the old monk Jingkong and tightly binding him.

"Ahhhhh!"

The pain of the soul being burned is a million times greater than that of the physical body.

The remnant soul of the old monk Jingkong twisted and struggled wildly in the Netherworld Fire, emitting a chilling wail.

"You devils! You are even more vicious than demonic cultivators!"

Fang Xuanling turned a deaf ear.

He watched expressionlessly as the remnant soul slowly dissipated in the flames.

Until the very end.

Not even a trace of its true spirit remained; it was completely reduced to nothingness.

It wasn't just him.

Fang Xuanling extracted the remnants of the souls of the deceased Buddhist disciples one by one and burned them completely.

They truly achieved the goal of reducing his bones to ashes and scattering his soul to dust.

"Done."

In the air not far away.

King Li Tai of Wei, who was also wearing a mask, removed the Heavenly Secrets Concealment Formation that covered a hundred miles.

His chubby hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals to completely erase all remaining spiritual energy fluctuations and traces of cause and effect in the valley.

Even if a powerful expert at the Nascent Soul stage were to personally descend, they would absolutely not be able to find out the slightest clue.

"All done."

Cheng Yaojin put away his axe and dusted off his hands.

"At least our reputation is saved now."

"Let's go back to the palace and report! Tonight, we're going to Zuixianlou, it's my treat, Old Cheng!"

A dozen or so men in black disappeared into the night like ghosts.

Only a desolate valley remained, as if nothing had ever happened.