"Impossible!" The stone statue roared, like a thunder roaring in the air.

"It makes my brother hopeless to ascend. He uses the Monument of Ten Thousand People to trap me here and cannot move. He also wants me to save their descendants?! Dreaming!" It turns out that it is the boss of the Nine Sons of the True Dragon, dominating the lower level.

"Senior, I know you have resentment in your heart. I don't want you to reconcile with Yongle's lineage. I just want to explain something to you." Shangzhuguo was not afraid of the angry look of Domineering and said again.

"This son has already exploded forty-nine generations of blood curse, and he is the legitimate grandson of Hongwu and not the Yongle lineage!"

"Forty-nine generations? Impossible! Only one person is chosen for each generation after planting the blood curse. How could this son be reincarnated from generation to generation and reincarnation be their descendants? Wait, do you think he is not the Yongle lineage yet?" The huge eyes of the domineering eyes emitted two rays of light to cover Zhu Hanwen.

"It's really the 49th-generation blood curse that broke out! This is impossible!" The Baxia was obviously unwilling to accept this result. His huge head shook and the stone shells on his neck shattered one after another.

"There is nothing impossible. Have you forgotten the saint who was newly born in Confucianism five hundred years ago?" Shangzhuguo looked at the far-reaching look and looked very respectful of the saint he mentioned.

"Is it him?" Baxia's tone eased, it seemed that it was also very afraid of the saint.

"Yes, although we juniors cannot imagine the saint's work that is tremendous and thorough, the living result is right in front of you, can you deny it?"

"So what! It's impossible to lift the blood curse! As long as it's their family, they should die, and generations should die!" Domineering was excited again.

"Please think twice, senior!" Shangzhuguo straightened his back, and a golden light slowly lit up on his body. The other people also flew into the air, forming a combined attack.

"If you can't be soft, you'll be hard, right? Humph! A Tantric Lama, a Quanzhen Sect's bull's nose, a literary master without literary context, three Confucian corrupt scholars, two martial arts juniors, and a down-and-out Golden Immortal want to compete with me?" Domineering his head high and looked down on me with his eyes.

"I'm brave, please give me advice." Shangzhuguo stood in front of Baba with his head held high, and a golden light shone behind him, and a golden aperture appeared behind him.

"You have such merits?" The domineering lady said in disbelief.

The Shangzhu Kingdom did not answer, raised his hand and pointed a golden light on the half-piece of the stone tablet on Baxia's back. The stone tablet flashed with golden light, and the originally upright limbs of Baxia were bent again. It turned out that the purpose of the Shangzhu Kingdom was to use its own merit power to impose it on the Monument of Peoples, awaken the power of the people, and control the movement of Baxia.

Mr. Qinxi, Mr. Zhuang Fei and Zhang Jingxiu also came to the Monument of Ten Thousand People at this time and used his magical powers to bless the Monument of Ten Thousand People. With the help of the other three, Ba Su felt the pressure doubled, and aroared, trying to stand up again.

"Senior, when will the revenge be repaid? Besides, the heavenly gate is reopened now and you and I have the opportunity to ascend again. Why do you have to be obsessed with some old past events?" The cultivation of Shangzhu Kingdom is obviously higher than that of the other three, and can still speak at this time. The other three can only struggle to support the powerful force that domineering.

"If you want to persuade people to let go of their hatred, it depends on whether you have the strength!" Baxia let out another shocking roar, and her body suddenly increased three times. She paused on her right front leg, and the ground under her feet instantly shattered into a net shape and broke into the surroundings. It was really the sky collapsed and the ground was sinking. The shock wave was as strong as a medium-sized missile. However, the shock wave only spread less than ten meters and was sucked into the ground by a spiral force. Then the ground trembled and rebounded the power back to Baxia's feet.

Baxia was hit by his own power rebound and his feet were a little unsteady. He was getting heavier and heavier. His body was slanted and his legs were all kneeling on the ground. He looked down and saw that at some point, the bull's nose of the Quanzhen Sect had already laid the Pure Yang Immortal Formation under its feet. The heart of the formation was the warrior with bare hands. After the formation was increased by the amplitude of the formation, this warrior was like a god descending to earth. With both hands under Baxia's feet, the ground that had just broken was turned into a Tai Chi diagram with hundreds of meters diameter, just enclosing Baxia's feet. The rebound attack just now was the silk-winding force emitted by the Tai Chi diagram.

Ba Xia tilted his body and trembled slightly as if he wanted to stand up again. Suddenly, he felt a cold light flashing behind him. A forty-meter-long big knife wheel rounded and chopped his only hind legs that he supported. In an instant, blood splattered, and his head covered his face poured on Zhu Hanwen, turning him into a bloody man.

The only hind leg that was supported was bent and kneeled on the ground. The remaining leg could not support the weight of his body, and he also knelt down.

"Amitabha Buddha. Donor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore." The great lama fell lightly on Baxia's head, and a six-character mantra rose around and surrounded Baxia. The six-character mantra began to rotate like a Tibetan Buddhist prayer wheel. From time to time, golden light shone in the prayer wheel, accompanied by Baxia's roar.

After a while, Baxia stopped roaring, changed back to its original size, shook its huge head, and calmed down.

"You have put a lot of effort into today's battle. I didn't expect that there were so many junior masters in the world." Domineering sighed and said slowly.

"The nine true dragon sons have strong magic power and rarely encounter an enemy in the world. We really have no choice but to make this decision." Lao Miaozhu had already adjusted his breathing at this time and stood up.

"If you hadn't taken the lead in hurting my inner alchemy, would you think you could do anything to me with just a few of them that could not make a climatic combined attack method? Then again, why could you summon such a pure punishment of the Heavenly Thunder God? Could it be that you were a member of the Thunder Division before? The twenty-four righteous gods and thirty-six heavenly generals of the Thunder Division are not as great as you, who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. Are you willing to lift the blood curse for this child now?" Lao Miaozhu pointed his hand and Zhu Hanwen, who was rolling beside him, was covered in blood red, and the blood of the real dragon invaded the blood vessels along the pores, as painful as magma flowing into the blood vessels.

"Hmph, it's not that easy to untie the blood curse. It requires the common recognition of nine brothers. My other eight brothers have not had any news for hundreds of years. When you find them, the blood curse will explode. I just looked at it and this kid has only less than half a year left. It's really a dream to go all over the land of China to find them in such a short time.

You don’t have to make any decisions on me anymore. This blood curse is led by my essence and blood. It must be relieved by them before I can take the last step to dissolve it. Of course, if all my eight brothers are willing to resolve this grudge, I have nothing to say." Baxia said.

"Since that's the case, please ask the Grand Lama Kampot to heal this wounds. I hope to forgive me for offending me just now." Lao Miao Zhu said lightly.

"Amitabha Buddha." The great lama said the Buddha's name and clasped his hands together. The six-character mantra just now activated again. It seemed that the magic circle had not been removed.

As the six-character mantra slowly turned, the knife wound that was deep in the hind leg of Baxia slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The four kings of the upper pillars in the sky also retracted their magic power, and Baxia stood up again.

"Hmph, if it weren't for your Confucian saint who forced the Monument to embed the Monument on my back and left his mark, I would have seen the light of day again when the country's destiny of the Ming Dynasty collapsed three hundred years ago!"

It seems that the saint should have calculated that the Ming Dynasty will be in full swing, and the Monument of the People is closely related to the Ming Dynasty's rebirth. The domineering subordinates are resentful to the royal family, fearing that once it regained freedom, they will blindly think about revenge and bring disaster to the world. Therefore, they leave a back-up in advance so that Confucian disciples in later generations can suppress him. Now it seems that they are indeed extremely powerful.

"Since your injury has healed, we won't bother you and say goodbye." Lao Miao Zhu Chongba bowed his hand and walked to the side and kicked Zhu Hanwen who was still rolling and screaming.

"Diet?"

"It's almost done."

"Then you should go back with me if you continue here."

"Do you have sympathy? I am your apprentice? Don't you care when I feel so painful?"

"Then you suffer for a while, we'll leave first."

"Wait for me."

The remaining few people couldn't understand the master and apprentice. They waited until they walked out of the barrier, namely the Shenwu Gate. Lao Temple Zhu bowed to everyone and said.

"Thank you for your help. Today I owe you a favor, but I will never refuse if I have any assignment in the future."

"Senior, Naba's pride is obviously ulterior motives, why didn't he expose it? With our strength, we should be able to force him to submit." Shangzhuguo asked.

"So what if you expose him? He just thinks we can find the remaining eight younger brothers for him. Then the nine sons will work together to find us bad luck. They will really think that everyone in our human world will be successful. No matter what, they have to find them first. I may even bother you."

Everyone said it was okay, and they said apart to each other and dispersed.

"Master, are they all your friends?" Zhu Hanwen couldn't help asking curiously on the way.

"It's not true. I can only say that our purpose is the same now." Lao Miaozhu stood with his hands behind his back and thought for a while.

"Well. Uncle Zhang and his son have good character. Confucianism has made meritorious contributions, made speeches, and established virtues for three branches. It is hard to say anything else."

“There are other ones?”

"That's natural. Buddhism has eight major sects and six major sects and eighty-one sects of Taoism. How can Confucianism have only three meridians? Making merits, establishing words, and establishing virtue are only the three meridians with the deepest foundation and the most capable people. There are six sects of rituals, music and shooting in the imperial book count. That day, the Tianyi Pavilion is the most biased in the Shuzi Sect. You have also seen the strength of their younger generation. If he remains sober, the boy from Bailu Cave will still have to waste some kung fu if he wants to defeat him. So it's said that no one in the three religions will give it for nothing. If you don't have the confidence to kill in the future, don't offend easily, otherwise you will be beaten by the old one and it will be very troublesome."

"So many sects?"

"Five thousand years since the Five Emperors of China, many capable people have emerged, and there are naturally many sects that have been established."

"Which sect is we in Master?"

"Of course we are...ahem, of course, it's the authentic Xuanmen."

"Okay, don't ask, Uncle Zhang and the others have already returned to their own place, so it's time for us to clean up and set off on our way." Before we knew it, the two of them had already walked to the entrance of the Duchenghuang Temple.

"We? Are you willing to be with me?" With such a big bodyguard, wouldn't I be able to walk away sideways? Zhu Hanwen thought happily.

"No, Uncle Zhang and his son are in North China. Tan Zhuangfei and Dadao Wang Wu go to the southeast, Gongbu goes to the northwest, He Daoyuan and Yang Wudi go to the Lingnan, I go to the southwest, only the northeast is left. We all think that young people are not afraid of the cold, so you can go and practice."

"I myself? Go to the Northeast alone?"

"Or why we change it, I just don't want to deal with those guys who are tying up corpses and practicing ghosts. You, who are so tender and tender, may like you."

"Uh...Master, there's a lot of moisture there. You have to remember to eat more spicy food and drink more white wine. I will miss you."

"Hmph, then." Lao Miaozhu raised his hand and threw something over.

Zhu Hanwen reached out to catch it and saw that it was a small bag. When he opened it, he saw that it was a pack of talismans written. The top one was also the most, and there was a row of small characters behind it.
Chapter completed!