Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 217 216. I grind the elephant with ten thousand methods, and destroy the lake on the lake with one sword (third more)

Late autumn.

Canghe Mountain.

Hanyue Peak.

Xia Ji stretched out her hand in the dark, feeling a cold palm,

Looking through the faint brilliance, one could vaguely discern a little six-sided snowflake on the palm.

"It's obviously snowing before winter? The weather is getting more and more abnormal."

He faced the sky on his back, and the rain washed away Yi Rong directly, revealing blue silk and white hair and a calm face.

Xia Ji tore off the coat of the rich businessman, put on a gray cloak, deviated from the mountain road, and walked down.

After walking for a while, he vaguely heard the rushing footsteps from the villa.

Then came the voice of the bride.

She was yelling: "Teacher! Teacher!"

Obviously, An Xun had guessed, woke up and rushed out of the wedding banquet to find Xia Ji.

However, she ran down the mountain road, and naturally it was impossible to find it.

When the voice went away, Xia Ji tightened his cloak tightly.

Spreading in the snow and rain.

In a moment, he had reached a dark mountain area.

There is no light.

He suddenly stopped, because he had seen the huge boulder on the right twice. This can only explain one thing. Someone has arranged a magical area, so that it has the effect of a ghost hitting a wall.

So, he stood in place, his **** passed in front of him, and the Lantern Zen shone through the illusion. He had already seen the phantom array, and he also saw a person not far away.

Xia Ji did not move.

Because a person who thinks he has the initiative can accidentally tell more secrets.

As long as he doesn't move in the illusion, that person will feel stable.

However, the figureless person didn't seem to be ready to ask him anything. Instead, he looked up towards the mountainside and snorted "Useless things".

He has sensed that the people he sent have failed.

In order not to keep the Ghost Emperor from waiting for a long time, he decided to go out himself.

After speaking, he coldly looked at Xia Ji who was trapped in the phantom array, shook his head disdainfully, and then directly bypassed the phantom array, flying out, toward the mountainside.

But he only flew two meters before he was caught from behind.

The man was stunned for an instant, and he hadn't realized that his whole person had been pinched and held up.

A faint voice came from behind.

"Come on, why disturb the wedding?"

The man opened his mouth.

But he was choked and speechless.

Xia Ji threw him away.

That person saw that this was the man trapped in the formation

"Are you not trapped?"

As soon as the voice fell, the wind and snow acted as a knife, slashing directly at his body.

when! !

The knife slashed to the arm, making a sound of gold and stone.

Before that person showed his complacency, Xia Ji pressed his hand, the strength on the knife increased a lot, and he directly removed one of his hands.

"answer the questions."

"you"

Xia Ji pressed her finger.

Fengxue is a knife, and then cut an arm.

The man stared at him, but kept his mouth shut, because he knew that it would be dead if he kept his mouth shut, but if he said that, it would definitely be better than death.

However, the man in front of him suddenly squatted down and said, "Let's go, take me to see the master of your Wu family."

Xia Ji guessed from previous exorcism methods

But the man's horrified expression had already betrayed him and confirmed this speculation.

Therefore, Xia Ji said, "I am also a family member."

The man was even more frightened.

Xia Ji asked, "Don't you know I am here?"

The man squatted his head hurriedly: "The villain doesn't know, really doesn't.

Xia Ji said gently: "Take me to see your Master Wu, otherwise I will go directly to Wu Ji."

When the man heard the word "Wu Ji", he had no doubts and could only lead the way.

The two of them moved quickly through the night in tandem.

An hour later, he came to a lake.

The lake looks like a barren lake, but the Wu family likes to build luxurious private estates in these remote places.

Xia Ji killed the guide casually, raised his hand, and a reed by the lake fell onto the black and secluded water.

He stepped up.

A reed,

Ferry.

At the same time, he raised his voice: "Su Jiafeng is visiting from north to south."

The sound penetrated countless heavy winds and snow, and rolled forward against the surface of the water.

Plain, but roaring like thunder, shrouded the dark manor in the distance.

The black waves are rippling, the man's long hair is flying, and there is a little scum under his lips that has not had time to repair, and his eyes follow the reed calmly.

Soon,

There was a response from the lake, and the voice came back thousands of meters in the air.

"You killed this guy?"

Xia Ji said lightly: "Why do your Wu family repeatedly and repeatedly target my disciples?"

The sound also spread thousands of meters away.

After that, the entire lake and the villa fell into calm again.

Xia Ji held hands, closed his eyes, and followed the crowd.

After all, a mocking voice came from a distance.

"Who is this road? It turned out to be the waste of the Su family in the ten realms. You disregarded the layout of the family, and for the sake of a few insignificant untouchables, the end disrupted the layout of my Wu family, and how many underground forces that my Wu family gathered?!

I haven't asked you to settle the account yet, but you have asked me about it. "

Xia Ji looked calm.

The voice continued: "You killed the person in this seat today, and this seat needs an explanation."

Xia Ji smiled. He raised his head and took a deep breath of the cold autumn rain and first snow. With his breath, the world seemed to calm down.

The night became quiet.

Everything became silent.

The murmur of the lake was gone.

The sound of water waves, the flapping of wind and rain, are gone.

He whispered as if reciting the Buddhist scriptures: "Ten years of wind and rain, ten years of lamp, reading countless texts all over the world. The method of counting in the blue light study does not mean that it will become ten thousand dharma."

After reading,

Suddenly, behind him, a lot of single-layer phenomena appeared.

One layer is not finished, another layer is born,

One after another,

If the mountain is rushing like a group of elephants in estrus,

The mountains stand out of thin air,

Galaxy was born without space.

Within a few breaths, the sky was torn apart by a powerful force, and the bright moonlight shining through the mountains and rivers after tearing out the clouds.

The moonlight was shining, and a terrifying and irregular figure was dropped on a large lake of several kilometers.

The man who was stepping on the reed and walking with the waves, did not know when, behind him, his face turned like a peacock, and he couldn't see the end at a glance.

And these many phenomena made his body expand nearly a thousand times.

On that ordinary reed, is it still the original ordinary man standing?

That is a **** standing on the vast and long lake.

Carrying countless gods.

The terrifying coercion made it so that no creatures around dared to scream for a while.

There is no light and dare to stand by.

No wind and snow dare to disturb.

The faint Buddhist scriptures continued to sound:

"I didn't intend to become ten thousand dharmas, I grind the same with ten thousand dharma"

The last word falls

Xia Ji grabbed the black knife and thunder fire with his right hand.

Press knife,

Draw a knife,

The knife is out of the sheath,

Cut out.

I don't know how many Vast Faxiangs have found a vent hole, and cut forward along the knife.

Cut through the moonlight,

Cut through wind, frost, rain and snow,

Cut through the secluded lake.

Cut through all the stillness,

Woke up this silent world.

The light of the knife was mixed with the light of thunder, jumping infinite arc of thunder, climbing many dharma forms, making everything move.

It is hard to describe the brilliance of this knife.

It fell from the sky, cut through thousands of meters, treating an island as a person,

If the knife hits someone, the person will die.

The knife slashed the island, and the island was divided in an instant, as if it was scratched by a giant thunder and lightning hand hanging down in the galaxy.

boom! ! !

The lake waves are splashing thousands of feet, in the moonlight, in the rain and snow, there are thunder arcs jumping from time to time between the endless lake beads, and from time to time the steam recoils, and the huge power of the knife has blown the entire island and fell into the smoke and dust. .

Everything in it was destroyed by this knife, turned into dust,

All lives are attributed to the kingdom of death in a knife that is thousands of meters away.

Xia Ji coughed lightly twice. Obviously, such swinging of the knife made him feel tired.

He went back into the scabbard and asked, "Is this kind of explanation enough?"

The sound spread to the manor that turned into dust.

But no response was received.

He knew that the other party was not dead, because the other party was only affected by the aftermath of the knife, and the other party used a certain protective magic weapon in time to transform the Dharmakaya. The Dharmakaya is a huge incarnation of the Dharma body, with various factors superimposed on everything. , So that the opponent was only seriously injured but not dead.

Xia Jiben didn't want to kill him either.

He raised his head, the image disappeared, and the sky was slowly healed by the iron gray clouds.

The wind and snow are still there, and the autumn rain is still the same.

He waited for a long time, but still did not wait for a response. The opponent who claimed to be here was already unable to answer.

So, he continued: "Don't touch my disciples anymore, I'm a family member of the same family, it's not necessary. Although I am in the tenth realm, killing you and killing you is enough.

After that, he also had no intention of visiting this unknown Wu's island again, turning around and stepping away.

In the dust far behind him

A man wearing a black imperial robe was covered in blood and had passed out to death.

Xia Ji returned to the Jinghu Manor and sat in the Huxin study, staring at the darkness in a daze.

After sitting for a while, there was a soft footstep in the autumn rain outside the courtyard.

The sound of footsteps is a bit cramped and nervous.

The visitor stood behind the arch in front of the courtyard and seemed to stand alone against the wall for a while before he made up his mind and turned around.

The soft candlelight in the stone tower showed the appearance of people.

That is a petite girl who is not tall,

The face is not very good-looking, it's only medium, with slight freckles on his cheeks, and a hint of introverted quietness written in his eyes.

But the long, thin, stunted hair she was holding gave her a little girly and affectionate taste.

This is Zhao Yange, the last girl among the ninety-nine disciples.

Zhao Yan, the singer carrying mutton soup, walked cautiously to the study, half-kneeled under the eaves, and plucked up the courage to shout: "The teacher came back from the outside in the wind and cold in late autumn, but he was still staying up late. The disciple cooked the mutton soup. I want to keep the teacher warm."

Xia Ji lit a candle and looked at the trembling disciple outside the door.

She looked at herself with a wink, for fear of being rejected. After all, in her eyes, the master is above all, unfathomable, and she is the countdown among many disciples.

Xia Ji gently said, "Yan Ge, come in."

Zhao Yange was surprised that the teacher remembered her name

If she remembers correctly, this is the first time the teacher has called her by name.

With her head down, she moved forward carefully, to the front of the coffee table, and put the mutton soup on the empty space of the coffee table.

The soup is very fragrant, sprinkled with pepper, floated with chopped green onions, and the floating lamb knife is very good. Almost every piece of meat is exactly the same size. There is no rigid meat, all with skin, and a shallow layer of just the right fat. Pieces of lamb.

It can be seen that Zhao Yange is so cautious and fearful when cooking the soup.

The little girl put down the mutton soup and hurried back.

Xia Ji said, "I don't want to eat people, so why are you so afraid of me?"

Zhao Yange said unequivocally: "No disciples."

Xia Ji smiled and said, "Sit down across from me."

Zhao Yange bit her lip, sat down, cross her knees and bow her head.

Xia Ji ate the mutton soup. The soup was very fragrant and warm.

He grabbed the bowl and drank it, then exclaimed, "It's done well."

Zhao Yange's eyes lit up when he heard his praise.

Xia Ji asked, "Are there any questions you want to ask me?"

Zhao Yange let out a sigh of relief, and hurriedly grabbed a notebook from his arms, then opened it, revealing the densely packed handwriting recorded in the notebook.

When she really came to ask, she became a little frightened. Teacher's time is so precious, how can she ask so many questions?

When she was hesitating, Xia Ji grabbed the notebook and read it carefully.

After a long time, he handed it back.

I have to say that this disciple is really stupid.

There were many obvious and simple questions, but she got into the horns, and there were some things that were clear at a glance, but she couldn't understand them.

So Xia Ji patiently talked to her, using chopsticks as a knife from time to time, making two gestures.

He is now on the way to martial arts, is the master of the masters, and the in-depth and simple explanations made Zhao Yange nod frequently.

The candle burned all night.

Other disciples who passed by vaguely heard the teacher's curse from time to time in the study.

"Stretch out your hand, beater."

"Why are you so stupid?"

All the disciples understood that it was Zhao Yange, who is now the last one among the 72 people, asking the teacher.

After talking all night, Xia Ji was dry and dry. After talking about the same question back and forth more than ten times, the girl just couldn't stand it and said it again, but forcibly admitted that she understood it.

Speaking of dawn, the light of dawn pierced the cold air, the autumn rain stopped, leaves were all over the ground, and some disciples began to take the initiative to sweep the floor.

Zhao Yange fell asleep lying on her back in the study.

Xia Ji gave her an angry look, raised her hand and inhaled, grabbed a woolen blanket and covered her body.

He adjusted his breath slightly by himself to regain his spirit.

Walking outside the door, he was suddenly stunned.

A small boat was parked at the hood at the entrance of Jinghu Manor. There was a pair of young girls on the boat, all wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Su family.

With a move of Xia Ji's mind, he unlocked the Profound Formation of Protecting Zhuang and allowed the boat to sail in.

As soon as the young girl reached the shore, she saw Xia Ji.

Xia Ji also recognized that the girl among the two was Su Shu.

Su Shu hurriedly said: "Mr. Feng, the Patriarch calls you back urgently. It seems that the Wu family came to the door, saying that you injured their person."

Xia Ji asked, "What is going on in the Wu family?"

Another boy said: "I don't know yet, but I am injured if I am injured. I still want to ask for justice? What is the Wu family? Mr. Feng played well!"

Su Shu nodded in deep agreement and said, "Yes, why did the Wu family have the face to come to my Su's house? Why can't I beat people and say that he is numb."

Xia Ji couldn't laugh or cry in her heart.

The family is awesome.

Strength does not work, but it will never admit counsel.

(End of this chapter)