Chapter 485: Killing the Heavenly Monarch (5)
Outside Alder City, there is a small hill covered with red rhododendrons.
Jie Yin Tou Tuo sat cross-legged under a rhododendron tree, looking at the Alder City with a smile on his face.
Alder City, one of the largest cities in Cangling Plain, is jointly managed by several large clans, controlling an area of hundreds of millions of miles. If there is an invasion by foreign enemies, several large clans will join forces to resist and fight against the powerful enemy; but on weekdays, several large clans fight among themselves like mad dogs, and every year tens of thousands of monks are crushed to pieces because of their internal fighting.
Who would have thought that Alder City is the most important killer training camp in the studio?
The internal strife among several large clans, and the fierce battles between several large clans and surrounding forces, were all aimed at starting a war so that the killers in those photo studios could gain experience and practice quickly in real bloody battles.
"Such a devil's den should be destroyed."
Jie Yin Tou Tuo said this with a smile to several bald monks who were also sitting cross-legged under the azalea flowers.
There were several bald monks. One was extremely strong, with dark golden skin, as if made of bronze. One was white, fat, and chubby, looking harmless. One had a face full of sorrow, as if he had been pickled in bitter bile for 30,000 years, and every wrinkle exuded a bitter flavor. One...
The last monk, his presence is almost unnoticeable to ordinary people.
He sat there, as if he had completely merged with the mountain, the tree, and the land. When you looked at him, you would only think that you saw a mountain, a tree, a piece of mud, or even a grasshopper, an ant, or a sparrow... You would ignore his existence and could not even tell whether he was tall or short, fat or thin, black or white, beautiful or ugly.
The four monks nodded slowly and stood up.
That extremely majestic monk walked towards Alder City step by step very steadily.
The fat white monk shook his body and rushed straight into the sky. In an instant, he flew thousands of miles into the sky, and then transformed into a silver Buddha statue, diving silently downwards.
The worried monk pulled out a sharp sword from somewhere, flicked the sword's tip with his fingers, and with the sound of "clang", the muscles behind him moved, and four arms slowly grew out from behind him, each arm tightly grasping a long sword.
The monk, who had almost no sense of existence, disappeared after he stood up.
Jieying Tuo smiled, and he patted the azalea beside him, and large petals as red as blood flew into the air. He put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, and then a Jieying Tuo the size of a matchstick appeared on each petal. Tens of thousands of petals floated towards Alder City with the wind, like a mighty army.
In Alder City, evil is rampant in broad daylight.
From time to time, a cold light would burst out from somewhere, a shrill scream would be heard, and someone would kill the evil spirit.
From time to time, a howl was heard from a corner. When the monks from the surrounding area heard the sound and rushed over, they saw a pool of blood on the ground. It meant that someone had been killed by the evil hands.
The city was in chaos, people were worried, some people wanted to flee Alder City with their families, but the four city gates all turned into rosy cherry mouths. These small mouths opened and closed slightly, making clear and pleasant laughter, and the mouths were full of black holes, bottomless, and unpredictable. No one dared to take a step towards such a "city gate", and all mortals were sealed in the city.
Someone suddenly had an idea and wanted to climb up the city wall, then use a rope to hang down and sneak out of the city.
But on the stone steps leading to the top of the city wall, snow-white and tender little hands would occasionally stretch out from the cracks in the bricks, holding red handkerchiefs and gently waving, "Uncle, come and play, come on!"
A young man who was nearby felt a surge of evil fire in his heart for some unknown reason, and boldly stepped onto the stone steps. Those small hands grabbed his ankles and pulled them down, and with a "puff", he disappeared, leaving only a set of clothes on the ground.
Blurry female figures would occasionally appear in the streets, alleys, and even in the courtyards of some wealthy families and near some wells. They would cry and jump into the wells with their heads in their hands, and people nearby would scream in fear. For no apparent reason, some people would suddenly become wet, with water gushing out of their mouths and nostrils, and they would be drowned alive on the ground.
In the back garden, in the library, Hu Tianjun kicked Hu Ping hard a few times and gritted his teeth and said, "Transfer all the elite disciples who have reached the bronze medal or above in Alder City and evacuate them immediately. Not only Alder City, but all the strongholds of Cangling Dayuan Sect, except for the necessary personnel to guard them, all others must be evacuated."
Hu Tianjun changed his clothes as quickly as possible, pressed his hand on the painful wound on his chest, and cursed at Hu Ping: "Evil beast, if it weren't for your mother's pleading..."
Poking his finger fiercely at Hu Ping, Hu Tianjun said sternly: "The elite disciples of Alder City will be your future team for conquering Jishengtian. You...work hard and don't act crazy like before."
Hu Tianjun looked at Hu Ping, who had a face full of anger, with extremely complicated feelings.
After all, he is his own son... If Hu Ping can perform better and act more normally during this expedition to Jishengtian, he doesn't mind giving this beast a chance.
As the most important training camp of the studio in Cangling Plain, Alder City has accumulated millions of elite killers.
With such a team, if they really work hard and put their heart into it, it won't be difficult to achieve great success!
Hu Ping smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a line: "Dad, don't worry. Hey, you'll have to wait and see when we get to Ji Sheng Tian... Hey, I don't know if the young ladies in Ji Sheng Tian are pretty or not!"
Hu Tianjun looked up at the ceiling in despair.
On the ceiling, small bloody handprints were clearly visible. Hu Tianjun lowered his head in disgust and glared at Hu Ping fiercely: "You are not young anymore. Look at your eldest brother, what does he do on a daily basis? He can already help your father with building affairs, and what about you? You are still fooling around all day!"
Hu Ping's face flushed with excitement. He shouted, "That's because you don't give me a chance... You hand over the studio to me and let me work on it for thirty to fifty years. You see, I guarantee that the studio will flourish in my hands... You throw the boss to Jishengtian, and hand over the studio to me. You can find a place to rest?"
Hu Tianjun's fingers twitched and he really wanted to strangle this bastard son to death with his own hands.
He looked at Hu Ping deeply and said in a cold voice: "If you perform well in Jishengtian, I will give you the real power of the master of the first hall of the photo studio after you come back. If you do well, in the future... it is not impossible."
Hu Ping laughed so hard that his teeth were exposed. He pointed at Hu Tianjun and shouted, "Did you say that? You said that! Remember this, don't just ignore it!"
Several studio elders who were in the room couldn't bear to watch it anymore. They turned their heads and frowned, looking at the red lanterns slowly floating outside the window.
They felt that if Hu Ping was their own child, they would have killed him with a single blow long ago.
Isn't it just a son? Marrying three or five hundred concubines, are you still worried that you won't be able to have children? Tsk, the OP has good intentions towards Hu Ping, but this Hu Ping ... is really not a good person!
A figure with almost no presence appeared silently behind the elders.
A faint Buddhist chant was heard, and Hu Tianjun and several elders of the photo studio changed their expressions at the same time. Black and white mist gushed out around Hu Tianjun, and a large area of cold light instantly enveloped the entire bookstore.
"Bang, bang, bang," seven consecutive muffled sounds merged into one. The figure suddenly made a move, and a small vajra more than a foot long burst out with a bright light that was too strong to look directly at, shattering the black and white mist around Hu Tianjun, and slamming heavily on the back of the heads of the seven studio elders in the room.
The strong, violent, wanton and rampant murderous intent condensed into substance. Behind the figure, a blood-red Buddha statue flashed by. The seven elders of the photo studio who were in the late Zhaoxu realm and the perfect realm were proficient in countless assassinations and surprise attacks. They had assassinated and killed countless masters, but they were assassinated by more sophisticated and incredible means.
The small vajra erupted like a giant volcano, and waves of murderous intent and terrifying Buddha power with a sense of extinction slammed into the heads of the seven elders. The seven heads burst into dazzling blood light, and then with a "pop", their souls were instantly annihilated.
Hu Tianjun's whole body straightened up and his heart suddenly contracted.
He roared hoarsely: "Kill Buddha Wuxin...you are killing Buddha Wuxin...you bastard!"
Killing Buddha without intention, Yuan Lingtian is a legend in the assassin world.
His identity in the Yuanlingtian killer business is probably the evil ghost in the ghost stories that the old grandfather tells his grandson at dusk.
The huge photo studio once mobilized a huge amount of energy and manpower, and countless resources to verify the identity of Sha Fo Wu Xin - this guy had pulled teeth from tigers' mouths several times, robbed the studio's business, and even killed all the killers sent by the studio.
However, after a thousand years, the studio still knew nothing about the killing of Fo Wuxin.
He should exist.
But no one could find him.
At this moment, when Hu Tianjun saw the bloody Buddha statue behind the figure, some legends related to Shafo Wuxin suddenly came to his mind. He shouted angrily, and at the same time, countless cold rays shot towards Shafo Wuxin.
At the same time, a large amount of faint mysterious light surged on Hu Tianjun's body. He almost simultaneously activated hundreds of defensive methods to protect himself. He grabbed Hu Ping's shoulder and fled out of the library at full speed with Hu Ping.
The library was cut into pieces by countless cold lights, but Shafo Wuxin stood quietly in the cold light emitted by Hu Tianjun. He seemed to be non-existent. Countless cold lights pierced through his body but failed to cause any harm to him.
Hu Tianjun grabbed Hu Ping and fled out of the library. He watched Shafo Wuxin stay quietly where he was, without any move to chase him. Suddenly, a sense of alarm surged in his heart. He raised his head abruptly, and a streak of light spurted out of his mouth.
A silver Buddha statue about three meters tall fell down on his head, extremely fast but without making any sound. The Buddha statue hit the stream of light emitted by Hu Tianjun hard. The stream of light suddenly condensed, revealing its true form, a three-inch long transparent dagger.
The short sword, which was surrounded by a faint smoke, shattered into pieces. The silver Buddha statue only paused slightly and continued to smash down fiercely.
Hu Tianjun stopped where he was and looked at the Buddha statue with gritted teeth.
