23. Chapter 23 The Monk of Breaking the Precepts

Author: Peace Shark

Chapter 23 The Monk of Breaking the Precepts

Open receivers are piled up next to the threshold of the main hall.

Various parts were assembled by several sergeants to form three uniquely shaped dragon roar cannons!

The base is not much different from ordinary cannons, but the scale is a little smaller, while its cannon barrel has been built into a divine dragon of nearly 1.5 meters. The muzzle is the dragon's mouth, and the dragon's body is filled with mysterious inscriptions.

Not only that, fist-sized shells taken out of the receiver are also specially made.

This is the real killer move of General Lanyang’s mansion to attack evil spirits!

An Jing took advantage of the moment when Fu Jia broke the balance, and the sergeant responsible for manipulating the dragon roar cannon was aware of it and quickly completed the loading.

The slogan that had been shouted once before on the yard wall rang again.

wind!!!

No prior reminder is needed.

Without any hesitation, An Jing kicked Qingpingzi, who was about to stabilize her body, and took advantage of the situation to retreat.

Ordinary fists and feet are difficult to severely damage Qingpingzi.

An Jing could only hope that the secret weapons brought by Xu's servant could come in handy.

Just as we moved out of our position, three thunderous sounds came from behind us.

Qing Pingzi, who had just barely stabilized her steps, felt her hair standing up all over her body, subconsciously raised her arms and crossed her chest, raised her eyes to the direction where the sound came, but she saw three shells with flames lingering on the surface.

Times have changed long ago!

A distance of more than ten meters, a cannonball that arrived in the blink of an eye.

What Qingpingzi can do is just raise her weapon as much as possible, try to deflect the route of the shell, and at the same time twist her body to avoid her own fatalities.

Unfortunately, he overestimated his own strength and underestimated the lethality of these three dragon roar cannons!

The moment the impact was met, two short swords made of fine iron suddenly shattered, and the shells hit Qingpingzi's chest with an unfinished castration.

Before he could react, two more shells hit his left shoulder and abdomen directly.

The sound of flesh and blood breaking is particularly clear in the rain.

The blood and minced meat vomited from the mouth were splashed in the air, and the green duckweed flew backwards like a rag bag.

His worm armor that he had won for his sacrifice of human identity was so fragile that he was desperate.

All the energy in my body disappeared in an instant, and life was still there afterwards.

Falling to the ground, the wind and rain poured on Qingpingzi's face distorted by pain.

Not only the trauma caused by shells, but also the ghost moths that can't wait to take over the body and resist the burning sun fire.

My body couldn't stop trembling, and only a figure was seen approaching in the blurry field of vision.

Qingpingzi stretched out her hand and spoke hard to say something, but Nuan Dong fell down first, piercing through his neck, strangling the ghost moth in his body that was being suppressed by shells.

An Jing was not interested in listening to the monster's last words.

The two commanders of the Qinggui Thief were killed, and the remaining angry ghosts seemed to be able to stabilize the scene with one against two, but as the melee in the vestile entered the final stage, a large number of soldiers came to reinforce one after another, and the battle situation here was already tilted towards An Jing's side.

"You don't have to worry about it here. Go to the back mountain and find the leader of the Qinggui Thief and stop him!"

Captain Wu, who was fighting with the angry ghost, saw An Jing kill Qing Pingzi and hurriedly shouted loudly.

The battle has been going on until now.

The Qinggui thief was obviously at a disadvantage.

But even so, the leader hiding in the dark still had no intention of showing up, and the soldiers who should have been encircled from the back mountain were also gone, and there was no response to this day except for the initial arrows.

What happened in the back mountain of Qigui Taoist Temple?

A strong sense of uneasiness enveloped everyone present.

An Jing knew the situation was critical, so he didn't care about anything else and rushed over the chaotic battlefield into the hall leading to the back mountain.

Not long after running out, the order from behind came from the commander Xu to Shenji Camp to follow.

Eliminating the remaining Qingwei thieves does not need the help of the dragon roar cannon. Solving the terrifying existence in the back mountain is the most important thing at the moment.

Since all the Qinggui thieves gathered in the backyard, An Jing's journey was smooth and he easily walked through the hall and came to the back mountain of the temple.

Although there is no towering mountain gate in the front yard of the temple, the back mountain has the same stone path staircase.

Unlike the steps at the gate, it goes straight to the foot of Lianfeng Mountain.

The stairs in the back mountain obviously extend deep into the mountains, perhaps a place of cultivation outside the Qigui Taoist temple.

An Jing stood there and waited until the soldiers of the Shenji Camp behind appeared in his field of vision with the dragon roar cannon, and then waved his hand to signal them to follow him.

The rain is still expanding, and the winding and steep mountain roads are shrouding in rain and mist.

The mountains and fields beside the road are full of lush trees, and the branches and leaves are rustling by the wind and rain, and some broken branches and leaves fall from time to time.

The direction of An Jing is very clear, that is where the arrows rose before.

Since the troops were blocked there, there must be enemies.

I ran along the stairs for a few minutes.

The stone steps under your feet are no longer steep and tend to be flat. There are two moss-covered meridians on the side of the road, and long bluestone bricks with relief patterns begin to appear on the ground in front.

In the gloomy rain and fog, the outline of a pavilion quietly appeared in front of several people.

An Jing led the team to get closer.

Suddenly, I found that a large number of bloodshots emerged from the fog in front of me, and it was gathering into the pavilion.

"Set up the cannon!"

Smelling the scent of blood, An Jing frowned and said in a deep voice.

The soldiers of Shenji Camp immediately set up the dragon roar cannon on the spot, while An Jing pulled out the Miaodao Nuandong and continued to explore the way forward until he saw the scene in the pavilion and his pupils suddenly contracted.

In simple pavilions that should be used for rest in the mountains.

At this time, a bald monk with a body larger than an angry ghost was sitting upright with his back to An Jing.

Nearly nine feet tall, Kuisu's body is like a small meat mountain sitting on the stone table in the pavilion. The table top of nearly two meters looks almost the same as a cushion. The wind and rain outside the pavilion are pouring in, but they cannot interfere with their movements. There is a pavilion with an equally exaggerated size slanted slantingly on the corridor column beside him.

The direction this monk faces is the source of blood in the fog.

An Jing could not see the situation there, but he could sense that the thick blood in the fog was rising with the monk's breathing, and finally all gathered to his position for him to suck and swallow.

"You can pursue this point, it seems that the angry ghosts and the others have been suppressed and failed. You should all die!"

The monk stood up, and the pavilion could not even accommodate his huge body.

He slowly turned his head and showed a solemn face of treasure at first glance.

He looks like a Taoist monk, but there is blood lingering between his mouth and nose, his eyebrows and eyes are filled with violent aura, and his physique is like a bear in the mountains, making people feel cold on their backs.

This is a monk who breaks the precepts and commits murder!

"wind!"

An Jing looked around and saw no corpses of the soldiers, and shouted softly.

A thunder exploded immediately, and shells wrapped in Yanghuo shot out.

The monk broke the precept and took a step forward.

The horizontal knife slashed forward, and the sharp blade of the Park knife in his hand hit the shell, and it actually split it directly from it!

The fragments of shells passed through the gaps between the pavilions and corridors, and flew towards the dense forest behind them.

A harsh whistle came from it.

In thick fog.

A huge evil spirit spreads its wings, and the scarlet ghost face is flickering!
Chapter completed!