Chapter 338 The birth of the treasure furnace, who is the fate 1

As soon as the dawn arrived, there was a lot of noise at the foot of Dongshan Mountain.

The people came out of the temporary shed, gathered in the vast plain, worshipped and prayed towards the top of the East Mountain.

The southern wilderness is short of materials, iron ore is scarce, and occasionally it is found that there is a shortage of skilled craftsmen to cast. Therefore, the musical instruments used in the Holy Society are all made of bamboo and wood. The witches play the flute on the mountainside. The music is magnificent, which comes from the ethereal fog, which is mysterious and full of ancient atmosphere.

Three hundred and sixty-five virgins, dressed in costumes and holding clear water, under the guidance of the witches, knocked ten steps and headed for the mountainside.

This is the routine etiquette of the Holy Society. First, the purest girls in the Southern Wilderness offer the blessings of the people of the Southern Wilderness to the Wilderness God, and then the Holy Child and Saints worship the edict of the Wilderness of the Wilderness and convey it to the Southern Wilderness. Then the Witch Sect announces the beginning of the Holy Society, and then the celebration will be a seven-day celebration. For most people in the southern wilderness, what they expect most is naturally the carnival of seven days and seven nights, and for the "guests" who come from afar, the holy child and saint in the afternoon worship the wilderness god is the only highlight.

There is a furnace twisting the universe in Dongshan, and the golden boy saint is collecting together.

This poem from the southern wilderness has attracted the movement of all parties, and there are endless legends, but those who get the news have great expectations for the "Dongshan Furnace".

On the hills in the north, Guan Yunyi stands with a knife, gently brushing the long beard and looking at the east mountain.

"Brother Guan, do you think that poem is true or false?"

It was Yin Xin who opened his mouth. He stood beside Guan Yunyi and also looked at Dongshan, but his face was relaxed. Unlike Guan Yunyi, Yin Xin knew very well that he came to the Southern Wilderland more to play the role of a spectator. Because whether it is himself or the State of Wei behind him, his strength is as far as Guan Yunyi and the State of Chu, not to mention the powerful countries such as Qi Qin. Ten thousand steps back, even if he is lucky enough to get the treasure and bring it back to the State of Wei, the State of Wei may not have the strength to protect the treasure. As for the Wei king who was eager for quick success and quick profit, Yin Xin had already thought of a statement for empty-handed. He didn't want to break the fate of the State of Wei because of a treasure that didn't know whether it was true or false.

"Who knows whether it's true or not. However, since we are ministers, we have to be loyal to the king and share the worries for the king. Whether the poem is true or not, Guan will bring the treasure back to the State of Chu.

A wisp of cold light flashed in his eyes, and Guan Yunyi said with his beard.

Hearing Guan Yunyi's threat, Yin Xin laughed and said, "Chu Jun's brother will naturally make a success. Yin will congratulate you first."

Looking at Yin Xin strangely, Guan Yunyi nodded slightly and did not speak again.

The two have shown their feelings that they are only waiting for the appearance of the Holy Child in the afternoon, while Wuhua and Zhang Bushi on the other side can't help talking.

"What do you think of wearing cloth shoes?" Looking at Dongshan, Wuhua asked.

"He's right here." Zhang Bu Shidao.

"That's what I think." Wuhua nodded and suddenly frowned: "Did you say that the person surnamed An came here to get the treasure?"

"This is probably the case."

He smiled, and a playful look appeared on Wuhua's face: "An left us without saying goodbye, and hid for another month. Now he has been found by us. If you don't give us an explanation, you can't get what you want."

Zhang Bushi shook his head and just wanted to say something. At this moment, he only felt that the atmosphere around him was a little wrong. Looking at Guan Yunyi, he saw that his body suddenly straightened and turned his head to look in the forest.

A figure appeared in the dense forest where the fog had not dissipated. The fog wrapped around him, and he couldn't see his face clearly. He could only faintly see the gray-brown gown.

"Who is coming!"

Guan Yunyi opened his mouth and shouted, and the cold light flashed through Danfeng's eyes, and his spirit had reached its peak in an instant.

The visitor was not discovered by him until recently. Such a character Guan Yunyi has rarely met in recent years, but all of them are top strong people who have been famous for a long time, and most of them are enemies and not friends.

With Guan Yunyi's slam, Wuhua and Yin Xin also found the man. He turned around and looked at him, and a chill surged in his heart.

None of the four first-class and even first-class masters in the world, including Guan Yunyi, took the lead in detecting it. The comer's physical skills are really terrible.

"Three days ago, you killed 18 Mobei monks?"

The man asked, his voice was low, hoarse and slightly stiff.

Since Master Moyun has found four people, he is 90% sure, and it is not too much for him to ask.

When the voice fell, Guan Yunyi's face was expressionless, Zhang Bushi's eyebrows were locked, and Wuhua's eyes became cold, but Yin Xin's expression changed slightly.

"Whey!"

The wind sounded from the depths of the dense forest. The next moment, the hurricane swept over, wrapped in branches, leaves and gravel and rushed to Guan Yunyi. In the wind shadow, the figure of the Master Moyun gradually disappeared.

"Be careful, he is also a monk from Mobei."

Guan Yunyi shouted, stood with a knife, sacrificed the white fire to open the eyes of the sky, and searched for the figure of the Venerable Moyun.

Without his reminder, seeing this strange wind, Zhang Bushi and the other three have guessed the identity of the person who came, and he knew that he must have come to avenge the eighteen Mobei who worked hard that night. Immediately, Zhang Bushi and Wuhua stood on their backs, taking their weapons to glance around, and Yinxin also pulled out their long fins to move closer in the direction of Guan Yunyi.

The strange wind raised the sand and dust, and the hills were covered with dust. It was difficult to open my eyes, let alone find the Mobei penance.

Guan Yunyi snorted coldly, raised his knife with his backhand, and bombarded a huge force to suppress the strange wind.

The wind and dust dispersed, and the figure of Master Moyun was also exposed in front of everyone. At this time, he suddenly appeared behind Yin Xin.

"General Yin, be careful!" But Wuhua hurriedly reminded him.

Among the four people, Yin Xin's strength is the bottom, but he is a first-class master, and his experience is even more than Zhang Bushi and Wuhua.

Hearing Wuhua's reminder, Yin Xin did not look back. A Haidilao moon stabbed out with his backhand.

Seeing this, Zhang Bushi and the other two breathed a sigh of relief.

The asceticism is still above the eighteen asceticism he met three days ago. However, after all, he is just a monk who only knows Taoism. He did not cherish the opportunity to sneak up secretly, but ran behind Yin Xin, which was simply looking for his own death.

Within ten steps, it is the world of tigers and wolves.

"Is that how you killed my son?"

In the face of Yin Xin's square circle, Master Mo Yun did not avoid it. He stared at Yin Xin, and his eyes were full of sadness.

Along the way, his anger and tyranny have been exhausted. Today, there is only compassion, misfortune and suffering in the hearts of the first person in Mobei.

"Bang!"

The sound of gold and copper strikes sounded, and Zhang Bushi, Wuhua and Guan Yunyi were stunned at the same time. They saw that the middle-aged penance actually closed Yin Xin's Daqi with only a pair of meat palms.

Obviously, Yin Xin did not expect that there would be Taoist cultivation in the world to take him over. After a moment of loss of mind, Yin Xin shouted loudly, concentrated on his arms, violently twisted his wrist, and wanted to retreat.

But I didn't expect that Changqi didn't move like a ten-thousand-year-old tree and was tightly wrapped in the palm of his hand by the penance.

Looking at the shocked Yinxin on his face, the Master Moyun twisted his one arm violently. The next moment, the long cham was torn apart and burst into Yin Xin's chest. Yin Xin was unprepared and was hit by a piece of wood with great force. His clothes were broken, and his chest was full of flesh and blood.

"If you kill my son with Taoism, you will die under Taoism."

He muttered, and the Master Moyun bullied himself, and his palms flew over. In a blink of an eye, he had hit more than ten palms.

Yin Xin retreated backwards, but he was seriously injured, but he could not avoid the pursuit of the Master Moyun. Every step he took must be slapped. After ten steps, Yin Xin's breath was weak and his eyes were distracted.

Although the strength of Master Moyun is strong, Taoist skills and Taoism are both practiced, but they are not as strong as four people working together, not to mention the top strong men such as Yunyi. Long before he appeared, he had made up his mind to break it one by one. He saw at a glance that Yinxin was the weakest of the four, so he was the first to find Yinxin, and the result was exactly the same as he imagined.

Three windbreaks came from behind him, but Guan Yunyi and three people came together to help.

A cold smile floated at the corners of his mouth. Master Moyun looked at the dying seal, and suddenly stopped. He pinched the seal by hand, and his figure gradually dissipated.

"Boom!"

Guan Yunyi collected his strength in time, but Zhang Bushi and Wuhua were too late to collect the momentum. They bombarded the open space with one knife and one stick, and the sound came from afar, and the garrison outside the hills moved when they heard the sound.

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"Red robe, how do you know that the Master Moyun will come?"

On the hillside on the other side, the old man Xiji frowned and asked.

"I guessed." The red robe laughed and was proud.

He looked at the old man in red robe doubtfully, and the old man in Xiji pondered for a moment: "In your opinion, what should we do now?"

"Da Kuang Tiger Wolf has Moyun to deal with. Even if you can't kill them all with the strength of the Moyun Venerable, it can be delayed for a few days and nights. They made such a big noise that the army in the southern wilderness would naturally not ignore it. In this way, all we have to deal with is the messenger sent by Emperor Kuang.

The old man in red robe narrowed his eyes and smiled. Suddenly, he turned to the old man in Xiji mysteriously and said, "But before that, there is one more thing to do."