Chapter 118 The Enemy Comes from a Distance
Chenshan, Moye Road.

Although this mountain stronghold is not the most powerful among the seventy-two paths of the Nine Peaks, it has existed the longest.

Rumor has it that it existed long before the establishment of the Daqian Dynasty.

Now, it has been nearly a hundred years.

This is incredible for a bandit’s den and a mountain stronghold.

Moye Road, meeting room.

It is extremely spacious inside, with a rough estimate of several hundred feet in radius, and there are 120 seats extending on both sides.

The main seat has three chairs at the end.

One is the primary, the other two are the secondary.

Normally, the leader of Moyedao, the deputy leader, and many leaders would meet here to discuss matters and the distribution of various interests.

The hall was packed with people.

Pairs of malicious eyes stared at the center of the hall, at the fifteen envoys, revealing greed, as if they wanted to eat them alive.

From time to time, there was noisy noise.

"Brother, these guys are so tender and delicate, why don't you let them be given to me so I can have a good meal?"

A man who was neither tall nor short, with an ordinary and featureless face, spoke. While speaking, he subconsciously licked his lips, as if saliva was flowing out.

"Nonsense, these guys are the joint envoys of the 72 Daos after all. If we kill them like this, how can we gain a foothold in Chenshan?"

The one who spoke was a woman in a red robe.

She has a graceful figure and a beautiful face, but when her pair of phoenix eyes open and close, there is a murderous aura around her, which makes her look a bit more violent.

"That's right, you can't just do it casually!"

"Why should we be afraid of them?"

"We are not afraid of anything, so do we really need to cooperate with them?"

The other commanders were also discussing it.

In the center, all fifteen people were trembling.

They also didn't expect that Moye Dao was so cruel. They were all working on Chen Mountain and had some friendship in the past.

Why is the meeting so tense today?

They are all experts in the flesh training realm, and their strength is not weak. Even the leader is a master in the tendon training realm.

But there were more than 120 chairs filled with warriors, all staring at him and others with eager eyes. Who could withstand such pressure?

At that moment, he couldn't help but look at the three innermost seats.

On the two sides, a man and a woman were silent, seemingly thinking.

At the main seat, a tiger skin was laid flatly under the four corners.

Sitting on the seat was a refined man.

Liang Sishui sat upright on a wooden chair, his eyes cast on the few people, and his fingers tapped the armrests, making a very light "da da" sound.

However, he easily suppressed the restlessness of more than a hundred people in the hall.

The hall was noisy one moment, but became extremely quiet the next. Even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

"You mean, the Sanping Dao wants to join forces with us to ambush the Thunder Calling Sect?"

Liang Sishui looked at the fifteen people in the audience with a calm look in his eyes and couldn't help but smile:
"This is too absurd. I still have self-awareness. The Thunder Calling Sect is a large sect with a history of more than 300 years, and it has a ghost fairy in charge."

"With us, they killed us like chickens!"

The Ghost Immortal is an existence on par with the Martial Saint. His many strange techniques are hard to guard against. Let alone his Moye Dao, even if the 72 Daos of Chenshan are added together, what can they do?
Liang Sishui is well aware of his identity.

To know how the so-called bandits can survive for a long time, apart from luck and not being "chivalrous" by the big sects, you need to be cautious.

"Master Liang, this is different."

Sun Xinggong said with gritted teeth:

"In fact, the ghost fairy is not so invincible. If we can unite, the masculine energy in our blood will be enough to suppress it."

"When the time comes, won't we be at your mercy?"

This time he came with a mission.

If I hadn't persuaded Mo Xiedao to join, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to save my scalp, let alone bite the bullet!
As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of many commanders in the hall began to change, as if something unusual was happening. They had also heard about the suppression of blood and qi on Taoist practitioners.

"Ah."

Liang Sishui just sneered when he heard this:
"Suppress? Do you really think I don't know anything?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the people looking at Sun Xinggong looked a little strange.

"The control of qi and blood requires either the quality to reach a certain level, that is, a grandmaster or a martial saint. Or, like the army, there is a special formation to connect blood and evil spirits."

"With only 72 people, how can we suppress the ghost immortals if they are not united?"

Liang Sishui shook his head slightly and said sarcastically.

If a ghost fairy is so easy to suppress, then it cannot be called an "fairy".

If you really want to suppress them, even if a Martial Saint in theory comes, it is actually not that easy. They are not there to sit there and wait for you to assemble a team, make arrangements, and complete the formation to suppress them.

He knows some Taoist techniques.

Things like thought splitting, searching for gods within a range of tens or hundreds of miles, or possession or flying swords are all hard to guard against.

As long as you don't want to die, it's almost impossible to be killed.

And once it leaves behind troubles.

Then, even a Martial Saint might not be able to withstand the revenge of a ghost immortal who could return at any time, let alone them.

"Master Liang, are you so afraid of death?"

Sun Xinggong shouted loudly, raised his voice, and shouted with all his strength: "Most of the 72 paths of Chenshan have already agreed. Why are you shrinking back?"

As soon as these words were spoken, even the sound of breathing in the hall seemed to disappear.

Hundreds of eyes turned over, as if they were looking at a dead person. Their eyes were as sharp as knives, as if they wanted to skin and bone the people.

"You're right. I'm afraid of death."

Unexpectedly, Liang Sishui was not angry, but said calmly:
"Do you know the 72 paths of Chenshan? Why is it that although my Moye Path is not the first, it has the longest existence in Chenshan and has existed longer than Daqian?"

Without waiting for Sun Xinggong to speak, Liang Sishui said to himself:
"It's because I'm afraid of death."

"Whenever there is war, our Moye Dao will lock the mountain gates and reduce activities.

Even if they want to "work", they will never go to those cities, but plunder villages and towns, only killing the poor and the common people, and those families that have been around for a hundred years will not be disturbed at all. "Speaking of this, Liang Sishui sneered and said:

"If you attack a sect with ghost immortals, let's not talk about whether you can succeed. Even if you succeed, how many forces will be afraid of you and wipe you out? How will you arrange your troops? If you gather too much and encounter Daqian's army to clear them out, how will you deal with it?"

Liang Sishui is not arrogant enough to confront those who dominate the world's forces.

"Chopping down mountains and destroying temples."

Sun Xinggong took a deep breath and suddenly uttered four words.

"Ok?"

There was a gleam of light in Liang Sishui's eyes.

"The Great Qian State Master, Hong Xuanji, is about to raise an army to cut down mountains and destroy temples. We may be one of them, but the first to bear the brunt are still these sects and forces. According to the information we have received, their next target is the Thunder Calling Sect."

Sun Xinggong's eyes lit up, and he said loudly: "The Great Zen Temple has been destroyed, so the Thunder Calling Sect will naturally be unable to resist. We just need to fish in troubled waters!"

"This"

Liang Sishui suddenly hesitated.

If Hong Xuanji were to cut down mountains and destroy temples, all these dangerous obstacles might not be of much use to them. If they could gain some benefits from the Thunder Calling Sect, they might be able to escape and change their identities, instead of being bandits?

But the next moment, Liang Sishui's face changed.

outside the hall.

The strong smell of blood lingered.

The intensity of the smell was even stronger than that of the looted villages and towns. He could not help but slap the armrest and roared:
"Guard, what's going on!"

The sound roared like a dragon, echoing in the hall, making everyone inside dizzy and seeing stars.

They all looked at Liang Sishui, confused.

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No one answered.

The faces of all the commanders changed immediately.

"Okay, okay, someone actually dares to come here and cause trouble?"

Liang Sishui sneered repeatedly, and then led a group of leaders and Sun Xinggong and 15 others out of the hall and headed straight for the gate of the mountain stronghold. The bandits around him saw this and their faces changed. They didn't care about what they were doing and hurriedly followed.

After a moment, he arrived at the gate of the village with a grim face.

At this moment, not only Liang Sishui, but other commanders also felt the smell of blood getting closer and closer, as well as the sound of footsteps that sounded quietly and then stopped.

call,
suck.

A faint breathing sound seemed to come from outside the door, clearly not even as loud as a gentle breeze, but the people inside the door seemed to hear a sound like a flood or a beast.

With that in mind, he quietly placed his hand on the weapon.

The next moment, the heavy wooden door that was more than ten feet long suddenly shook with a loud bang, as if it was shaken by some huge force. Wood chips flew everywhere, and it actually fell to both sides. At the same time, a scolding voice swept over with heavy sound waves:

"You pigs and dogs, come out and die!"

The sound of the heavy wooden door collapsing did not mask the thunderous sound.

Amidst everyone's shocked gazes, a figure was slowly approaching in the rising dust!

call!
Liang Sishui rolled up his sleeves and took away the dust.

At the entrance of the fault zone, a Taoist priest in black had already stepped over the door, stepped on the collapsed gate, and walked towards him.

"Who's coming?"

Liang Sishui was suspicious and looked solemn. He shouted loudly, "This is where the Moye Dao of Chen Mountain is. Why do you want to break into my mountain gate?"

Such momentum, such power.

Based on his feeling alone, Liang Sishui didn't think that this person was a simple character. He might be a walking figure or a favorite disciple of that force.

Whoosh whoosh!
Before he finished speaking, several white lights flashed.

Liang Sishui's pupils shrank slightly and he dodged subconsciously, but the white light was so fast that no one expected someone to make such a move. Before he could react, he only saw a silver light in front of his eyes, and then he lost consciousness.

puff puff!

The blade was sunken three inches into the loess, and the bright red color on it was still there.

"Shameless, sneak attack!"

Liang Sishui turned around and saw three short knives stuck in the ground. The patterns on them were clearly his own equipment. He was immediately furious:
"No martial ethics, no martial ethics!"

Using his equipment and attacking his men?
Even though Liang Sishui thought he was a thoughtful and patient person, he couldn't help but get so angry that his eyes were bloodshot, and the other leaders also looked scared.

"What a joke! Why should I talk to you about martial ethics?"

Zhou Yan sneered, took another step forward, shook his wrist, and swung out a few daggers again. The blades broke through the air, and a flash of silver light passed through the chests of the bandits.

When he does things, he only cares about the results.

What are a few bandits?
Zhengzhengzheng!
In an instant, hundreds of people finally couldn't bear it anymore and drew their swords together, the bright sword lights flashing and intertwining with each other.

"Huh? What about people?"

Liang Sishui had also drawn his sword and was about to launch a surprise attack like Zhou Yan, but he found that his figure had disappeared.

"not good!"

Liang Sishui suddenly reacted with a sudden shock in his heart.

But before he could utter a word, screams rang out from hundreds of bandits, and blood mist spread out!

Turning around, I saw that the Taoist priest in black had already jumped into the crowd, raised his knife and started killing people.

"Strangle with all your strength!!!"

Liang Sishui no longer cared about anything else. If he continued at this pace, not to mention the revenge that might come from killing this man, he would be killed by this Taoist priest right now!

"kill!"

"Kill him!"

Hundreds of bandits roared together, the sound waves were like waves, and even the air flow seemed to be stirred. Although there was no formation connection, the fact that hundreds of warriors stimulated their qi and blood together was no small feat.

For a moment, the entire mountain top and the mountain village were filled with...

They were all shrouded in invisible evil spirits and blood energy, their qi was violent and disordered, and began to indirectly affect everyone's mind.

　I was dragged out by the company to drink. I just finished. I really want to vomit, but I can't say no. I feel very uncomfortable. My stomach is churning. I think it will be difficult to update. I'm sorry brothers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)