Chapter 50: Destroy Ming Wang and Burn the Cross Slope

‘It’s over! ’

"I will never be able to defeat Wu Jilang again."

Ruan Xiaoqi was not envious, jealous or resentful. He just simply felt that he could not keep up with his brothers' pace and was about to be left behind.

There is a modern saying: I am afraid that my brothers are living a hard life, and I am also afraid that my brothers are driving a Land Rover.

The film contains a complex set of emotions, revealing people's uneasiness and sympathy when faced with the suffering of those close to them, as well as their jealousy and anxiety when they are more successful than themselves.

Ruan Xiaoqi has been very competitive all his life, so how could he not be anxious?

"We have to go one step further. We don't know how to conceive a spirit, but we need to work harder to cultivate our qi."

"Erlang has created a great business, we can't let him fall behind..."

If they were still in Liangshanpo, without external pressure, the three Ruan would never work so hard on their cultivation. They are bold and unrestrained by nature, yearning for freedom and ease, but they can't bear to practice hard behind closed doors.

Now with the addition of Wu Song, a catfish, Ruan Xiaoqi became anxious.

Ruan Xiaoer and Ruan Xiaowu, who were far away in the Liao Kingdom, also saw a wider world, met warriors from the Liao Kingdom and even the Jurchens, and realized how big the world was, so they naturally practiced hard.

Because of lack of strength, what you lose is your life.

Cao Zheng, however, was filled with joy. He was a person who was easily satisfied. He only knew that as long as his brothers were very powerful, no one would dare to bully him anymore.

Wu Song, who had just entered the third realm and ninth grade of the God-Conceiving Realm, sat cross-legged on the ground and entered into a state of meditation for three or four hours.

It was not until the moon rose above the treetops that Lu Zhishen, who was completely bored, suddenly opened his eyes and said in a muffled voice:
"Brother Wu Song has done it!"

When Cao Jie and others heard the noise, they immediately looked towards Wu Erlang, who had a dignified appearance.

"Don't worry, I'll protect him!"

After saying that, Lu Zhishen suddenly closed his tiger eyes, and the expression on his face was tangled. After holding it in for a long time, a fat monk squeezed out from the top of his head.

When everyone looked, they found that the monk was 70% similar to Lu Zhishen, but his face looked more ferocious and terrifying, with his eyes wide open and angry.

The angry eyes of the Vajra and the lowered brows of the Bodhisattva are all out of compassion for all living beings.

What Lu Zhishen was visualizing was the guardian deity of Buddhism - the Wrathful Vajra.

"Brother Wu Song, don't worry, just come out. I'm here to protect you!"

After he finished speaking, he stood behind Wu Song with a mighty momentum, angrily scanning the darkness all around, and a murderous aura enveloped the area of ​​several feet in radius.

Something seemed to be happening between heaven and earth.

Although Cao Jie could not conceive a god, he did ask Wu Yong for advice.

You know, when a person’s soul leaves the protection of the body for the first time, it is like a newborn baby and is extremely fragile.

Just like at this moment, the wind and fire are like jackals, and the thunder and lightning are like tigers and leopards. Something must be used to protect the soul, so as to avoid being unable to be rescued after an accident.

And there are few things in the world that can protect the soul.

Therefore, there are countless wild practitioners who refine essence and nourish qi, but there are very few wild practitioners who conceive spirits.

Because it is extremely dangerous to enter the realm of the God of Pregnancy, one needs the protection of a teacher or senior.

Wu Song is pregnant with a god today, and Lu Zhishen comes to protect him, which is actually very dangerous.

Because Master Lu is just a little Karami of the ninth rank who travels at night!
"Wu Song is out."

Ruan Xiaoqi was particularly curious, so his voice couldn't help but be a little louder.

Cao Jie raised his hand and covered his mouth, whispering, "Keep your voice down. Wu Song's soul is still very fragile. Even a breath from a living person will cause him to be injured."

"oh oh!"

Ruan Xiaoqi didn't dare to make any big movements and just nodded his head slightly.

"Brother...Brother..."

The spirit that Wu Song gave birth to was not much different from his life soul, it was just a skinny traveler.

However, the image of this traveler was more lively than the one he condensed with Qi, and his facial features and expressions were no different from those of a living person.

Suddenly, the traveler coughed a few times, and traces of fire flowed out from his seven orifices.

As soon as the fire appeared, it burst into flames like kerosene, and the wisps of flames swayed in the night wind, making Wu Song look particularly magical. Lu Zhishen looked at the small and weak monk in shock. The fire burned him so hard that he felt particularly uncomfortable.

There are thousands of kinds of fire in the world.

There is the Buddhist Glazed Flame, which can burn all filth and evil; there is the Taoist Samadhi True Fire, which can refine the inner demons and burn the heavenly demons; there is the Sun True Fire, which is extremely domineering and can burn everything; there is the Nanming Li Fire, which has infinite uses and can be refined into a second soul; there is also the Earth Evil Poison Fire, which is extremely poisonous and can destroy both the body and the soul if touched; the Netherworld Ghost Fire is extremely strange and can burn the soul; there is the Blood Sea Shura Flame, which is extremely evil and can dry up the body and blood if touched.

The green flame of the female demon before was the ghost fire of the underworld.

And Wu Song's golden flame...

In an instant, a strong sense of anger rose from Wu Song's soul.

In intense rage, the walker's eyes were as big as bells, his fangs were erected, his hair was rising like flames, and he looked extremely furious.

At the same time, chant the mantra and make the mudra with your hands.

"Maharusana...Hum, Savavidinana..." (Great wrath... destroys all obstacles...)
Boom!

In Wu Song's soul, the fluorescent light coming out of the human skull beads gathered again, and in an instant, an extremely huge golden demon with one head, four faces, eight arms, and a vertical eye between the eyebrows rose from the void in the sea of ​​consciousness.

As soon as this golden demon appeared, the vertical eye between his eyebrows opened immediately, and from the vertical eye, endless golden flames shot out. Wherever the flames burned, the space there began to collapse and disintegrate!

When Buddha gets angry, he turns into the Ming King!
Also known as the "Wrathful Deity"!
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the direction of the big tree on the cross slope, which was extremely tragic.

Everyone was shocked.

Ruan Xiaoqi moved vertically, and in a few blinks of an eye, he searched back and forth, then immediately returned and shook his head, saying, "No living thing was found."

Cao Zheng frowned and looked at the gloomy tree: "There are too many corpses buried under that tree. Could it be that it has turned into a demon?"

"Don't worry about it for now, we can burn it clean later. What's important now is to protect Wu Song..."

Wu Song truly received the inheritance and visualized the image of the wrathful and wise king. His soul then made a hand gesture in the direction of Cao Jie and quickly retreated into his skull and merged into his physical body.

When Lu Zhishen saw that Wu Song's pregnancy was over, he also retreated into his body.

There was a bright moon hanging high in the sky, and all around was quiet and silent.

Soon, the big tree made a rustling sound again in the night wind, and dead leaves fell all over the ground.

Such a big tree died overnight.

"elder brother!"

Waking up from his meditation, Wu Song stood up and bowed his head, saying, "Wu Song has obtained the Wrathful Deity and visualized the Vidyaraja. This is considered as entering the door of the Pregnant God!"

"Okay, okay... With Wu Erlang, the King of Destruction, here, we can burn away all the filth in the world and create a bright and clear world."

Everyone congratulated him for a while and was very excited.

Not long after, when everyone's excitement had not yet subsided, Shi Qian escorted a man to the Cross Hill in the dark.

"Brother, what are you so happy about? Shi Qian has fulfilled his mission and captured this man."

Shi Qian pointed at the young man with a bitter face and said with a smile: "I was just monitoring him and left a message for the brothers to help. Who knew that he suddenly had a seizure. Let me succeed!"

"Brother Shi Qian, thank you for your hard work." Cao Jie handed over the gourd on his waist and asked, "You've worked so hard for most of the day, you must be thirsty! Quench your thirst first and then eat the meat."

"Not hard, not hard."

"Erlang, this man is Sun Erniang's husband, Zhang Qing, the vegetable gardener." Ruan Xiaoqi pointed at the man that Shi Qian had brought in and said, "He is also a demon who is causing trouble for the people. He deserves to be killed."

Zhang Qing immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Please spare my life, my family is the Sun family, and I am also being persecuted!"

Ruan Xiaoqi kicked him to the ground with a fierce kick: "Hehe, we devoured Sun Erniang, how could we not know your background? Killing you ten times is not too much."

"Zheng!"

The two swords beside Wu Song were trembling continuously, and they even made bursts of whistling sounds. He grabbed them and said in a fierce voice:
"In that case, die under my two swords. It will be considered revenge for that monk and the innocent souls who died at the hands of you and your wife. When you go to hell, don't forget to tell the King of Hell that the one who killed you... was Wu Song!"

puff!
The sword slashed across, Wu Song caught it with his left hand, grabbed Zhang Qing's hair bun, lifted her head and walked towards Sun Erniang.

Behind him, Zhang Qing's throat spurted out hot blood a few feet high. Even his head, which was held by Wu Song, blinked violently a few times. He still couldn't believe that his head and body had been separated. He opened his mouth again and murmured in a low voice: "What a sharp knife!"

Soon, a raging fire broke out at the cross slope of the big tree.

Burn all the filth on the hill!
But the world is so filthy, where is the pure land...

(End of this chapter)