Republic of China

Chapter 99 Nemesis
There is a popular saying among the people that the top of the north is fragrant and the south is five rampant.

It means asking God to lend his magical powers, both of which have their own subtleties and uniqueness.

Putting aside how powerful each was in their heyday, Chang Luoguan, who had at least a hint of immortality, has fallen into a disadvantage.

In order to protect the altar, the real body of the colorful snake was scarred, and there were hideous wounds everywhere caused by the indiscriminate soldiers. On the other hand, the indiscriminate soldiers were able to hold on, and they shared the damage.

Zhao Sanyuan looked anxious.

If his own old fairy had some shortcomings, he would be too embarrassed to live, so he quickly looked at the invited old monument king of Xiantang.

This was the first time that two immortals were invited to appear, and it was also the first time that the old Monument King was summoned. I had known that there was such a person in the hall before, but I had never seen him before.

But no matter what, getting started quickly is the right thing to do.

"Don't just look at it! Go quickly -"

Snapped!
A crisp sound.

When the old Monument King raised his right hand, there was an old cloth shoe, and he slapped Zhao Sanyuan on the forehead.

"Who are you talking about? Can the old man scream? Can the ancestor scream? No matter how old or young I am, I will slap you."

"No! It's because I think the uncle is anxious, it's fast——"

Snapped!
This time, the old Monument King jumped up and started to smoke.

"What's so fast? What's so fast? It doesn't dare to yell at me. I'm very clear about how many kilograms and taels there are. It can't die. It's said that whenever big things happen, this is the son of the Zhao family. Look at you, don't you think so? You didn’t follow me either!”

Zhao Sanyuan covered his head and looked confused.

Liu Mangfan next to him even shrank his neck, praying that he couldn't see me or couldn't see me.
I thought that the old Monument King from Sanyuan's brother's family was in trouble.

Is Guan Daye’s Taoism profound enough?It looked like he was wearing a wide-sleeved Zaoyuan student shirt and a Sifang Yunwen Pingding scarf from the Ming Dynasty. They must have been there for hundreds of years, but the old King Bei didn't take Chang Luoguan too seriously at all.

Then the result is ready to come.

The old Monument King must have received incense during his lifetime, and at that time, Chang Luoguan either had not yet attained enlightenment, or he was the Immortal of the Old Monument King during his lifetime!

Speaking of the Monument King, it is also called the Sad King or the Monument Commander, the Golden Dragon Monument or the Silver Dragon Monument, etc.

Not all halls have it, but Daxiantang is definitely indispensable.

The Monument King is the leader in charge of Qingfeng Yanhun, and his status is equivalent to the leader of the second row.

To a certain extent, his importance is almost as important as that of the great leader.

For example, the Grand Master is the commander, and the Monument King is the general staff. Although he does not have the general decision-making power, the Monument King has certain command rights, such as what each immortal family does, which protector follows the disciple, which immortal Whether a family is worthy of being a guardian of the palace, which immortal family will go 'down', etc., the decisions are almost always made by the Monument King.

From this we can see the importance of the Monument King in the Great Immortal Hall. If the ability is strong, the hall will prosper; if the ability is poor, then the basic stability of the hall cannot be achieved. Therefore, the two most important things for the master who established the hall are to choose Make arrangements for the Grand Master and the Monument King.

How to tell the strength of the Monument King?
The simplest way is to look at identity, identity during lifetime.

The origins of the king of stele can be roughly divided into two types: serving outside and serving inside. In some places, they are also called outside and inside the threshold.

The meaning of serving outside is to invite Qingfengyanhun from outside to be the king of monuments. They are usually ghosts and immortals with high moral standards. This kind of recruitment through external recruitment must have more business experience and strong management ability, and can arrange the hall smoothly. Full.

The server is relatively complicated. It is the direct bloodline of the disciple who carried the incense during his lifetime. If he is the king of stele, the hall will be quite stable and easy to manage, because many immortals and ghosts have been in the hall of this king. Old Xianggen, who had received incense and passed down to this generation, was a serious person. Everyone in the hall listened to the words of this monument king, and basically no one dared to cause trouble.

Of course, there are also people who are directly bloodlined but have never been honored during their lifetimes. For example, a disciple invites relatives such as grandparents to be the monument kings, but they are completely unable to suppress them. It is like the chairman of the company who knows nothing and his own father is parachuted in. As a human resources manager, I definitely don’t buy it.

In addition, the position of the Monument King is the most likely to cause disputes. If the disciples do not want to cause trouble, they must choose the right ghost when setting up the church, and choose the ghost immortal who can firmly occupy the position of the Monument King.

Obviously, the old Monument King of Zhao Sanyuan's family was an internal servant. When he was training people, he was just like training his grandson. The soles of his shoes clicked and slapped, which made Liu Mangfan tremble with fear.

They are indeed a family, look at this temper.

Zhao Sanyuan dares to be angry but dare not speak out.

I just don’t know how many generations of ancestors it is?
As the saying goes, a fence has three stakes, and a hero has three gangs.

As a bystander, Liu Mangfan suddenly had an idea. He turned around and spat a few mouthfuls of saliva onto his face, then turned around and knelt down in tears.

"The ancestor of Brother Sanyuan is my ancestor. Don't blame him. It's really the situation that forces us to do so!"

"As your descendants, Brother Sanyuan has always been kind and approachable. Originally, we didn't want to cause trouble, but that little guy across from us kept pressing forward with every step of the way. He scolded us harshly. Not only did he look down on us, but he also said that we were nothing. It’s just farts but not fragrance, there’s not even an old fairy who can fight.”

"Can you bear this? Juniors can bear it, but Brother Sanyuan can't bear it either. Brother Sanyuan can bear it, but you can't bear it. Who are you going to bury? Who are you burying! Who can't do it, old Xian'er? This makes me angry. This You have to do it with him!”

Liu Mang has runny nose and tears, and he is a good hand at fighting against evil spirits and digging into ditches.

The logic of thinking is very simple. Since he is Zhao Sanyuan's ancestor, his temper is not ordinary.

There is nothing wrong with the idea, dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and the mice's sons can dig holes.

But Liu Mangfan fell into a fatal misunderstanding.

Even if the old Monument King really has a bad temper, how many years has he been watching the storm?How many different kinds of things have you seen?

As expected, the old Monument King looked at Liu Mangfan as if he were mentally retarded.

"Trick me into thinking I'm a mountain cannon?"

"Uh"

"How can my own children and grandchildren not know what kind of virtue he is? If he doesn't go out to provoke others, he will burn high incense. Who can provoke him?"

In the corner, the big raccoon fairy who had regained consciousness still had his eyes tightly closed and his paws clenched on the ground in embarrassment.

I really can't see it.

I was so embarrassed that I lost my face to my grandma’s house.

The Zhao family's old monument king glances at you, which is equivalent to seeing your buttocks from your throat. What do you think you are doing?

Just keep pretending to be dead and pretend you don't know him.
Rumbling--

Before Chang Luoguan's real body fell to the Dharma altar, he was in a much lower state than he was in Fudachang.

"I've been a protector of the Immortal Hall, but my abilities haven't improved much." The old Monument King gently put his hand on Chang Luoguan, who turned back to his human form and looked extremely ugly.

"Don't push me." Chang Luoguan said with a bitter smile: "Back then, I was just a little immortal with the lowest level of practice in your immortal hall. Put aside the old sesame seeds and rotten millet."

But the old Monument King's words still hurt his heart, "Who made you have to get half of the fairy spirit to go out? No matter how big your ass is, how big of pants you wear, if you burp here today, the entire Chang Family Immortal Clan will be laughed to death."

Liu Mangfan on the side was completely convinced.

It's not easy to say good things, it's really a blood inheritance.

"Okay, let me smooth it out first." The old king put his old cloth shoes on his feet, then shook his sleeves and held two old wood-chopping axes in his hands.

"The Evil Infant Refiner on the opposite side is leading five rampant soldiers. He is not only attacking you, but also our Xian'er, right?"

Zhao Sanyuan nodded, holding the sword and grinning: "Isn't it? They are so crazy."

Specifically, how many generations have separated our ancestors? Now is not the time to ask. When all the dust settles, you can ask whatever you want.

"I called you, ancestor, to deal with those five arrogant soldiers. As for the shriveled calf of the Evil Infant, leave it to—" Before he could finish his words, the old Monument King ran out with two axes in hand.

It was very different from the previous image of being full of disgust and displeasure, and he was faster than Chang Luoguan. He said he was running out, but in fact it was more like flying past and heading straight for the white-faced soldiers.

In contrast, Dou Hai also discovered this mysterious immortal family who suddenly appeared just now, but he couldn't see the details for a while.

Seeing that it was the first to attack, it was no nonsense, and immediately mobilized five rampant soldiers to fight. In an instant, laughter, roars, howls, screams, and groans came one after another.

Especially the screaming white-faced warriors, wielding prods to greet the old Monument King.

When the double ax and the thorn stick came into contact, bursts of inexplicable black energy suddenly burst out from the old Monument King's body. The double ax and the thorn stick chopped the white-faced soldier into two pieces like cutting tofu.

Invincible!
Even Chang Luoguan, who had no immortal energy at the beginning, was not so efficient in fighting.

Once the move is successful, the attack will not stop.

The old Monument King's two axes were like a human-shaped meat grinder. It looked like he was outnumbered, but in fact, he was chasing and slashing at the enemy.

In the final analysis, everyone's souls turn into ghosts and immortals after death. In terms of slaying monsters and evil spirits, ghosts and immortals may not be the strongest, but when it comes to dealing with ghosts of similar nature, they are ridiculously efficient.

Zhao Sanyuan's eyes widened. Although he had expected that the old Monument King would be better suited to deal with the indiscriminate soldiers, he really didn't expect him to be so fierce.

"Uncle Guan, what did Old Monument King do before? Isn't it too cruel?"

"He was obviously a woodcutter when he was alive. In those days, there was a lot more chaos outside the customs than now. There were random soldiers and bandits everywhere. He killed too many bandits when he was chopping wood. Those rogue soldiers on the opposite side were not the same when he was alive. Deserters are bandits, how difficult can it be?"

The more he listened, the more he sighed. Only then did Zhao Sanyuan realize that his old stele king used to be a woodcutter and had killed many thieves with a woodchopping ax.

No wonder Uncle Guan suggested inviting the old Monument King to join forces with the indiscriminate soldiers opposite Tianke?
The snow is exploding!

The old Monument King pressed the orange-faced soldier under his body and chopped it into countless pieces in a few strokes.

The black-faced and green-faced soldiers beside him fired their bows from left to right. The old Monument King swung his arms and threw two axes, hitting their faces respectively.

Recognize the old forest, climb the cliffs and cross the ridges, and cut the dead vines with an ax!

Where we meet, it’s either immortality or Taoism, sit quietly and talk about Huang Ting!
Dou Hai was shocked.

All this happened too fast, and in the blink of an eye, the five rampant soldiers were at an absolute disadvantage.

He immediately sacrificed the baby bone awl and cast an inexplicable spell.

A drop of bright red blood dripped from the bottom of the awl, and it dripped into the mouth of the baby face on the shoulder. Soon the baby face began to shake violently, and the sound it made sounded like a sharp laugh or a howl.

After closing its eyes tightly, it exploded Dou Hai's body and flew into the sky above the casual soldiers.

boom--!
Explosive rain of blood.

Little by little, it was poured on the body of Chuanwuwangbing.

The rampant soldiers who were chopped to pieces by the old Monument King quickly recovered in the rain of blood.

And after splashing on the body of the old Monument King, it was corroded like strong acid, "Over the past few hundred years, I have met a lot of damn people, but there are really not many damn people like you. Even evil infants dare to practice, so I'm not afraid." Are you going to be tortured down there endlessly?"

Dou Hai sneered and didn't answer.

torture?

The result of karma?

If you can't become a master while alive, how can you care about things after death?
No matter what divine retribution it is!
In this world, the strong are always respected, and the weak only deserve to eat shit in the corner!
He once again activated the Infant Bone Cone Thorn, and after being strengthened, the Ban Wu Ram Soldiers besieged the Old Bei King. However, he knew that he would most likely not be able to defeat him. From the previous duel, it was not difficult to see that the Old Bei King was the biggest nemesis of the Ban Wu Ram Soldiers.

It doesn't matter!
Shoot people first shoot horses!
Dou Hai went straight to the altar, his only target was Zhao Sanyuan!

Taking advantage of the Chang Family Immortal's vitality to be seriously injured and killing Dingxiang, everything will be settled!
"I said, what should we do if the kid rushes to us?" Liu Mangfan's face turned green and he jumped up and down anxiously.

Now Chang Luoguan's vitality is seriously injured and he has to help the big raccoon immortal hang his life. Neither of the two immortals can move, and they have no ability to fight anymore.

And Zhao Sanyuan had gone to the extreme in inviting the old Monument King, and it was impossible to invite a third person to show his power.

The support of Kang Muang and Shangguan Baitu is not yet available.

Liu Mangfan looks like a lively and energetic person, but in fact he is just like a mirror in the water. His ability to jump to a great level is already the limit. If he were to fight against him, he would vomit blood and die.

At this moment, Zhao Sanyuan really wanted to master a long-range weapon that had the power of a troll and could break evil spells.

Although cinnabar bullets are good, they take too much effort and time to make, and the inventory has long been exhausted.

"Old Liu."

"You want to run away, right? Sanyuan, you must want to run away, right?"

"You know, don't get too close to me."

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Understand!
Liu Mangfan understands it so well!
In one sentence, he knew exactly what Zhao Sanyuan wanted to do!
Without hesitation, Lao Liu hid directly behind Chang Luoguan. What happened at Maoshan Forest Farm was still vivid in his mind, and he got chills every time he thought about it.

Zhao Sanyuan took a deep breath.

The thumb of the left hand has a sea pattern, the middle finger is tilted forward, and the other three fingers point upward, representing heaven and earth, disciples, gods, Buddhas, and immortals respectively.

Please tell me the magic trick.

"The spiritual roots are embedded in the body of the tenth life, and the true god is within the mortal body!"

"The Origin of the Seven Stars pursues the Dian Sect, and the instinctive master soul thinks of the master soul!"

"I invite you, the Monument King, to show your power!"

The old Monument King, who was pinching an aggressive soldier, trembled and looked back.

I don’t know if he was laughing or scolding me, but he slapped his mouth and said, “This little bastard.”

The lines around his body gradually blurred, turning into a few wisps of green smoke that floated to Zhao Sanyuan's body. A brown halo appeared under his brown pupils, and his aura changed drastically.

It was still right and wrong. At this time, Zhao Sanyuan was absolutely conscious, and he did not dare to say anything later.

But he didn't care at all.

As his palms turned over, the black mist condensed two ancient firewood axes once used by the old Monument King.

Since Dou Hai wants to shoot people, shoot horses first.

Then I will capture the thief first and capture the king first.

It doesn't matter even if a large number of soldiers go straight to the altar to attack Liu Mangfan and others.

Just kill Dou Hai before they arrive.

It just depends on who succeeds first and who is more ruthless in this very short period of time!

(End of this chapter)