It was at this moment that Zhu Wen met someone he could never have imagined.

To be precise, the one who appeared in front of Zhu Wen was not a person in the ordinary sense, but an immortal, an immortal from the Taoist fairy court.

It was a clear evening. Xuanwu army camped on the riverside and was ready to cross the river north at any time. Zhu Wen led his personal soldiers to ride horses along the river to observe the terrain, until there were roadblockers in front of him. At this time, they were only more than ten miles away from the army camp.

Zhu Wen tied the reins, sat down and neighed, and made a rapid change from galloping to stop, allowing it to stand up straight. When Zhu Wen suddenly stopped, more than a hundred personal soldiers and soldiers behind him stopped almost at the same time. All the horses neighed together, and the scene was spectacular and shocking.

Of course, this is not something that ordinary soldiers can do. Zhu Wen and other personal soldiers are all monks, and they are monks who practice Qi.

More than 100 Qi-training monks in high, middle and low levels can be a force that can turn the world around wherever they go. Few forces in this world can limit them. Not to mention the more than 50 vassal states in the Tang Dynasty, even the five great Taoist sects that once stun the world can't be. The world is so big that there are few places that they cannot go except for the vast sea and the towering Kunlun.

However, at this time, facing the two middle-aged men standing in the middle of the road, not only more than a hundred Qi-training monks, but also restrained their arrogant and domineering momentum, even Zhu Wen, who was already standing on the top level of the heroes of the world, had to keep his eyes closed and restrain his fearless aura.

The two middle-aged men have different appearances, with a tiger-back and bear-bear waist on the left, with a majestic and fierce face, as if they were the top-notch generals on the battlefield. This is Chen Jizhen. The figure on the right is ordinary, elegant in appearance, and a bit bookish. He holds a folding fan in his hand, which is Huang Jingyuan.

As the leaders of the seventy-two Earth Demons, Chen Jizhen, Dikuicheng and Huang Jingyuan, the Dikuicheng, are also famous in the Immortal Court. Although they don’t know why they appear in the mortal world, the terrifying cultivation pressure of the Immortal Realm and the majesty that has been in charge of the extreme for many years are still as dazzling as the red sun, making people dare not look directly at it.

After Zhu Wen held the reins of the horse, he pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife. His whole body was mobilized secretly, his eyes narrowed slightly and stared at the chests of the two people, ready to draw their swords to attack at any time. Influenced by him, the more than a hundred personal soldiers behind him were also in this posture. Although the cultivation level of the people in front of him was terrifying, just standing there made people feel tight all over, and it would be a lot of danger to start a hand, but no one was afraid.

Chen Jizhen in Dikuicheng looked careless. He glanced at Zhu Wen with contempt and snorted coldly: "The immortal appears and let you meet you. It is a blessing and great honor given by heaven! You and a mortal, who do not quickly knock three times and bow nine times at this moment, and crawl to see him, but he dares to stand on the back of a horse and hold a golden sword in his hand. Do you want to fight with the immortal?!"

His voice was getting heavier and heavier, and the pressure was getting deeper and deeper. The soldiers who were gritting their teeth and suffocating were gradually overwhelmed. Those with lower cultivation fell directly from the horse's back, while those with higher cultivation also had white faces and trembled all over. Only Zhu Wen, who was in the real world, could barely maintain his composure.

Chen Jizhen looked at Zhu Wen, his brows gradually frowned, his face became even more unhappy, and he had a few traces of impatientness. In his eyes, Zhu Wen always breathed smoothly, which shows that he was neither afraid nor angry, and his mood was surprisingly stable. His mind was stable, not because he had no ideas, on the contrary, his mind was stable, just because his murderous intent was pure and firm, and there was no need for ups and downs.

Zhu Wen stared at Chen Jizhen without squinting. The colors in his eyes were very single, which was the look of looking at the enemy. When he pressed the knife, he had already grasped the hilt of the knife tightly and slowly pulled out the horizontal knife. He had no extra movements all over his body, and he had even remained unchanged, except that the hand holding the knife was slowly pulling out. The clear metal friction continued, neither fast nor sharp, and seemed to show depression, just like a woman's cry at night, which was particularly uncomfortable to listen.

The long knife has been unsheathed three inches.

Clearly feeling Zhu Wen's murderous intent, Chen Jizhen was almost furious, and the pressure he released became even deeper! Those monks with low Qi training stage knelt down next to the horse, their bones creaked, and blood flowed out of their seven orifices. From time to time, some people fell down one after another, and died of anger.

How can an immortal tolerate the rebellion of mortals? Just like an official in a high position, how can an ordinary person tolerate the offense of mortals? That is a huge difference in identity. In Chen Jizhen's view, it is the essence of each other's lives. The offense of the lowly people to the noble people is purely seeking death.

The soldiers fell down one after another, dozens of corpses fell on the ground, and most of the monks who were in low qi training were dead. During this process, the soldiers did not make any sounds in their mouths, and even when they were dying, they did not even scream. It was not that they did not want to, but that they could not.

Zhu Wen did not surrender, so Chen Jizhen was ready to kill all his followers. These more than a hundred life-spanning cultivators were Zhu Wen's core direct power and his greatest reliance on fighting on the battlefield and killing enemies to save lives. However, in Chen Jizhen's eyes, these people were obviously worthless.

As a cultivator in the realm of the realm, Zhu Wen could know without looking back that his personal soldiers had suffered heavy casualties. But even without saying that he had turned back, his eyes were gone, and his red eyes were staring at Chen Jizhen, and he slowly drew his sword.

The two of them were completely in a position of fighting to the end. If this continues, Zhu Wen's personal soldiers will die without a moment. Although his life is safe, he will inevitably suffer heavy injuries.

During this process, Huang Jingyuan, Dikuicheng, did not move or speak. Seeing that Zhu Wen's gaze was not deep and scrutinized, he finally shook his head and sighed: "Old Chen, stop."

This was naturally what Chen Jizhen said, and it also surprised him.

As the leader of the seventy-two Earthly Demons, Chen Jizhen certainly didn't have to listen to Huang Jingyuan's words. He stared at the other party and said in a voice that only Huang Jingyuan could hear: "I'm going to stop at this time, what's the point of admitting defeat? Didn't you see that this kid is very arrogant and ignorant and has no intention of worshiping us at all, and obeying his words!"

"Of course I can see it." Huang Jingyuan said, "Not only that, I can see that even if you kill all his personal soldiers and make him vomit blood and kneel on the ground, he will not surrender to you."

Chen Jizhen was stunned for a moment. He looked at Huang Jingyuan strangely, "Really?"

Huang Jingyuan did not answer, this was not a question that needed to be answered. There is no need to say the gods' words a second time.

This time, Chen Jizhen and Huang Jingyuan led people to the earth to the earth for the secrets of Hedong and for Zhu Wen. The secrets of heaven are to be snatched and Zhu Wen needs to support them. This is their mission. The immortal court directly came forward to support Zhu Wen, and naturally, like those reincarnated immortals, they would mainly use Zhu Wen as the ministers of Zhu Wen. On the contrary, they asked Zhu Wen to worship them, worship them, and obey them.

This meeting was the first meeting between the two sides. What Chen Jizhen did was naturally not as shallow as simply giving up his power. What he wanted was to make Zhu Wen surrender and then surrender. After all, it was a battle for the status of the master and subordinates - in the future, it was Zhu Wen or the monks in the fairy court.

When the two met, with Zhu Wen's cultivation, it was impossible to see that Chen Jizhen and his two identities were extraordinary. However, his first reaction was not to dismount and salute, but to hold the handle of the knife with his hand and be ready to take action at any time. He could be said to have no respect for the immortals. But Chen Jizhen was not happy because of Zhu Wen's rudeness, but the meaning behind Zhu Wen's rude behavior.

Now that he heard what Huang Jingyuan said, Zhu Wen planned to "did rather die than surrender."

Although Chen Jizhen is the leader of the seventy-two Earthly Demons, his outstanding performance is his combat power and cultivation. In terms of wisdom, strategy and ability to identify people, Huang Jingyuan is much better than him. The relationship between the two is very similar to a general and a military advisor. Chen Jizhen rarely doubts Huang Jingyuan's words, and Huang Jingyuan rarely says it wrong.

Zhu Wen would rather die than surrender. This was beyond Chen Jizhen's expectations. He said to Huang Jingyuan in a deep voice: "He was a mortal. When he saw me, the first reaction was not to be in awe and bow down, but to press the handle of the knife and be ready to take action at any time. How strange is this?"

Huang Jingyuan remained silent: "Zhu Wen is the master of man, how could the master of man respect others? His first reaction was that the reason why he pressed the handle of the knife was because he was the master of man, so he always had to put himself in full view as his top priority."

Chen Jizhen was silent for a moment: "He is the lord of man, but the immortal court is the lord of heaven and earth. When we wait for this trip, the Taoist Immortal Court represents the Taoist Immortal Court! In other words, even if he is the emperor in the future, my Taoist Immortal Court is the heaven, so he has to listen to us! How can we not get off the horse and kneel down and bow to me at this moment?"

Huang Jingyuan smiled bitterly, "We are not immortal emperors."

This is the truth. Chen Jizhen's face turned dark and his eyebrows became even more angry.

However, although he was even more angry and the pressure he exerted was still stopped in a flash. If he did not accept his own pressure, he would be afraid that Zhu Wen's personal soldiers would die. By then, the two sides who had already had a very unpleasant meeting were still unknown.

If Zhu Wen really ignored it, was crazy about gains and losses, and did not join forces with the Xianting, Xianting really didn't know who to look for - it was not that simple to find a replacement for Zhu Wen. As a person who came into troubled times, Zhu Wen himself was not a passerby, but had great luck.

Chen Jizhen took the pressure, and Zhu Wen and others were all light. At this time, the soldiers had different postures, some were frightened and some were glad, but more people were very angry. They all used magic weapons to fight with Chen Jizhen and Huang Jingyuan. As Zhu Wen's personal soldiers, their bravery and loyalty can be seen from this.

Zhu Wen raised his hand and stopped the actions of his personal soldiers. He didn't see how he scolded him. Everyone obediently took over their cultivation and turned to reorganize their formation to help their companions.

With the sword on his back, Zhu Wen looked at Chen Jizhen and Huang Jingyuan, and suddenly showed a smile that would only happen after a big victory, "Two immortals, are you here to support me, Zhu Wen, to compete for the world?"

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Li Ye slowly opened his eyes, put his strength and stood up, and came outside the tent. The first thing he saw was naturally Su Emei, who took the initiative to guard here, holding a sword in his hand, and acting as a guard for him. Seeing him come out, Su Emei's eyes lit up, and she sensed that Li Ye's cultivation strength had been stable and had reached a higher level.

The Holy Son, Holy Infant, Nangong First and others could not wait. At this time, they saw Li Ye finally coming out of seclusion, and they all surrounded him. The Holy Infant was the fastest, but after he arrived, he stopped first. The old god was wrapping his arms around him and looked at Li Ye with great pleasure, and then he spoke indifferently: "Boy is good, your cultivation power is even more powerful!"

Nangong First and the Holy Son sniffed the Holy Son's behavior very much. The former even sarcastically said: "Children who have not even grown hair dare to learn from adults like this, aren't they afraid that your father will slap you?"

The Holy Infant was immediately furious and exhaled two fire snakes from his nose, "You mortal who is ignorant of the world! Are you looking for death?"

The Holy Son quickly added fuel to the fire: "He has been seeking death, but he has never died. You just made him happy!"

Li Ye waited for them to make a joke and said, "The Eighteen Arhats were severely injured. Now it is time for the immortals in the Buddha Realm to be weak. We should take advantage of the victory to pursue and take down Qinzhou City. The immortal court has not taken action, but they will not sit idly by. If my premonition is not bad, they should come, and we need to be prepared early."
Chapter completed!