The world's first fairy gate

Chapter 18

In the dojo, under the steps of the Heavenly Palace, a group of real people stood in a row with different expressions.

The leader is naturally Kong Ming——Kong Ming with the face of the gods.

He wore a clean-colored robe, with a calm expression, neither the panic of the plan being disrupted nor the excitement of the upcoming event.

The current emperor is standing aside, compared to Kong Ming, the one sitting on the dragon chair is a bit unstable.

He hurriedly said: "Xianzuo, isn't this demon gate all in the wilderness, why did it go to Zixiao Mountain today, today?"

"Your Majesty," Kong Ming said with a smile, "If the Demon Sect wants to fight with the Immortal Sect, should we choose a good day?"

"Can……"

"Don't be impatient, Your Majesty," Kong Ming reassured, "Dutian's snare net is my magic weapon for suppressing mountains, and people from the Demon Gate will never be able to break through it."

At this time, an inner disciple came over respectfully, holding a rectangular copper box with both hands, "Xianzuo, Your Majesty, this object suddenly fell on the dojo just now, I am afraid there is something wrong with it, so I present it here."

The disciple looked at the two of them, and for a moment didn't know who to give it to.

Kong Ming said modestly, "Your Majesty?"

The emperor waved his hand, and the demon gate besieged him. He always felt a little uneasy. When he saw this thing, he turned all kinds of assassin biographies in his head, so he didn't dare to get it.

pity……

Good but not bad spirits, just as he thought of this, he saw the disciple suddenly lifted the copper box and pulled out a sword.

Immediately afterwards, the sword was placed on the neck of his true dragon emperor.

The inner disciple immediately put on a disguise to reveal his true face, his face was covered with horrible blue lines, everyone could tell at a glance that this was the forerunner of the magic sect who specialized in false art, and there were screams for help all at once.

The emperor was trembling under the sword, and his two arms were fighting. He only heard someone shouting for help, but he didn't see anyone rushing to save him.

He really beheaded 1 people in his heart.

He didn't even have time to think about it: how could a little demon cultivator hijack him in front of the head of the fairy gate?

Moxiu held the emperor hostage and threatened loudly: "Quickly open the Dutian net! Otherwise, I will kill him!"

Kong Ming frowned slightly, as if hesitating for a while, Fang slightly nodded, "Yes, but..."

Immediately, the real people behind them exploded, and said one after another: "Once the net is opened, the magic gate will break into Zixiao Mountain, and blood will flow like a river. Immortal seat, you can't open it!"

The others also agreed, and the ministers who came with the emperor immediately shouted: "Bold! Your Majesty is the ninth son of heaven! How dare you be negligent!"

When the emperor heard that they were quarreling into a pot of porridge, he was really anxious and angry. He put his eyes on Xianzuo for help, "Xianzuo, save me quickly! I promise you with the title of emperor!"

Kong Ming cupped his hands, and talked a bunch of nonsense in a calm and unhurried manner: "You will not be rewarded for no merit, the emperor is the real dragon emperor, as Ziwei pointed out, and all people are tied, it is the duty of the minister to save you..."

Just as he was talking nonsense, a real person turned his energy into a sword and shot directly at the demon cultivator.

Moxiu's eyes flashed, he turned his feet, and used the emperor as a shield——

When everyone was terrified, Kong Ming flicked his sleeves lightly, dispelling the offensive.

"Don't act rashly," Kong Ming said.

Moxiu let out a cold snort, and immediately melted a gash on the emperor's neck, blood flowed out, soaking the yellow robe.

"I advise you to be more aware of current affairs. If this happens again, I will directly take the life of the dog emperor!"

The emperor suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, his clothes were all wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was blood or sweat.

Seeing a group of monks and imperial officials stalemate, Moxiu added: "This dog emperor is affiliated with Ziwei star. If he dies, the astrology will be unstable, and the world will be in chaos. You Zixiao Mountain, you are not clamoring all the time. You are a decent family!" Well, what's the harm in sacrificing a little for the Dao?"

His words turned out to be both affectionate and reasonable.

The real people present were indeed shaken after hearing this.

Finally, Kong Ming took the initiative to stand up, turned his head and said to a Taoist in Tsing Yi behind him, "Qing Xuan, let's drive."

Zixiao Mountain's Nine Palaces check and balance, the real Qingxuan is the master of Jingle Palace, Jingle Palace controls the lifeline of Zixiao Mountain's mountain guard formation, and the palace master himself is in charge of the Dutian Net.

Qingxuan hesitated again and again, discussed with the people around him for a while, finally gritted his teeth and nodded.

He first ordered his disciples to set up the formation with a ray of sound transmission, and then he slowly raised his whisk and made a decision.

Following his movements, the golden light of the net flashed in the sky, it was closing the net.

At the same time as the net was closed, the order was passed down layer by layer, and the inner disciples all came out in a file with serious expressions, swords in hand, ready for battle.

Once the net of Dutian is closed, they will use their bodies to form a sword array to block foreign enemies.

The Demon Sect is coming fiercely, and the disciples will definitely suffer losses in this battle.

Some disciples gritted their teeth and looked up at the high platform, extremely unwilling.

On the high platform, the demon cultivator didn't expect his trip to be so smooth, and he was overjoyed.

"Xianmen..." He sneered, "For this kind of dog emperor who is greedy for life and afraid of death, I don't know if your ancestors will be ashamed if they find out!"

Kong Ming said with his hands behind his back: "The net is closed, why don't you let Your Majesty go?"

Mo Xiu laughed: "Let him go? Now that his life is in my hands, why should I let him go?"

Everyone was furious and cursed one after another, "You perfidious bastard!"

Moxiu can scold them as they like, he is the Moxiu who shouts and kills everyone, so he should be praised.

The emperor's blood flowed all over the place, his face turned pale, and his lips trembled, "This... monk, I am rich in all kinds of delicacies and treasures in the world. If you spare my life, I will give you... everything... Hiss!"

The demon cultivator showed a stern look, and scolded: "The flood in the Yellow River, the locust plague in Henan, and the infestation of refugees. I don't see you doing anything every time. When I die, I know that I am rich in the world!? God really didn't open his eyes." A dog emperor like you was chosen!"

A demon cultivator, holding the emperor hostage in front of a decent face, scolded him righteously for being unworthy... This really made some people feel ashamed.

The demon cultivator's eyes turned red, "In the eighth year of Taihe, the Yellow River burst, and Kaifeng was full of corpses, freezing to death and starving to death everywhere, changing children to eat. My whole family of eight died in that year. I died in the pile of human bones." Get up from the bottom of the bed, win the favor of my master, enter the magic door, and have a meal, but you sit firmly on the dragon chair and taste all the delicacies, it is really shameless! You deserve to die!"

Speaking of excitement, he panted violently, his hands trembled, and the sword that rested on Jin Gui's flesh cut deeper and deeper.

The emperor didn't have time to follow him to reflect on himself, and now he almost peed his pants.

This demon cultivator has a deep sea of ​​blood on his body, and he came to assassinate the emperor with the intention of mortal death. Now that this life is in his hands, his heart is both happy and melancholy. If he can live well, who wants to go to the This level!

At this moment, taking advantage of Moxiu's distraction, a guard wearing a flying fish uniform flew forward and thrust out a sword from behind him.

That sword was powerful and unstoppable, the sword wielder must have a high level of cultivation.

Moxiu was emotionally unstable at the moment and didn't notice it. Logically speaking, this blow should be possible.

But that sword fell through.

The emperor fell to the ground, clutching his chest, unable to breathe.

In his eyes, a tall real person was reflected.

The white sleeve robe fell slowly, Kong Ming stood with his hands behind his back, and said softly: "Your Majesty, tell me, is he right?"

At the critical moment, Kong Ming made a move, no one could see what he did, only saw him wave his sleeve robe, and when he landed again, all three people in that round fell to the ground.

Only he stood there calmly.

"..."

The emperor couldn't make a sound, and could only listen to the man's judgment on his life: "You have little virtue and honor, and you don't think about politics when you are in your position. There should have been disasters, but since the way of heaven is inaction, then you can't do anything." I'm going to do justice to God."

Under the bright and bright universe, suddenly there was a strong wind, black clouds covered the sky, a red star pierced the sky and fell suddenly, and the astrology was in chaos for a while.

Ziwei star fell, and the sky changed.

On the majestic altar stood the leaders of the Nine Palaces, the heads of various factions, and the important ministers of the country.

The pillars and luck of the Dynasty Continent all gathered here.

Kong Ming stood up with a smile, "Do you all think what I said is right?"

He didn't deliberately silence his words of "virtue is not worthy" just now, and everyone present could hear them clearly.

Some of them hadn't reacted yet, and stood there blankly.

Some of them took a deep breath after analyzing the scene just now, and the two immediately fought.

This is regicide!

At this time, there was a mournful howl in the dojo, and everyone turned their heads suddenly to look, only to see that the dojo was full of blood, and many people swung their swords at their companions in a daze, and fell into a fight in the Shura field.

A bloody man stumbled up the steps, leaving a bloody palm print on the edge of the platform.

An important official standing nearby trembled in fright, his legs went limp, and he fell backwards.

As soon as he fell down, he was skewered into human meat skewers by swords.

Palace Master Qingxuan had just collected the net and sent his disciples out to defend the formation, but those disciples died halfway, and on the way, they were envious of their fellow disciples!

He almost cried blood!

Qingxuan asked tremblingly: "Shen Xiao, what are you going to do?"

Kong Ming first looked at the situation in the dojo for a while, wrinkled his nose slightly, but couldn't bear to watch it any longer, then turned his head and glanced at Qing Xuan, questioningly asked: "Qing Xuan, what did you call me?"

Qingxuan's face turned pale in an instant.

Kong Ming smiled at him.

Immediately afterwards, his face blurred for a moment, and changed into another look—his original look.

Everyone on the altar suddenly gasped.

This is how the monks described Kong Ming back then.

After he practiced evil, he twisted into a blue-faced fang.

But looking at it this way, his original appearance is not surprising, like a refined and elegant literati.

This 'literati' spit out a creepy sentence: "This is Dayan Seven Killing Formation, look at it, do you recognize it?"

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sorry to be late again