135: C135 Draco

C135 Draco

The three huge Bodhisattva statues entered his field of vision, but what was different from the other Bodhisattvas statues was that each of these three Bodhisattvas had a pair of enormous wings on their backs.

Chu Yue said: "Master, of all the gods that the People of Inca worships, these three are the most famous: Moro, Shakyamuni and Wa. Legend has it that the three almighty ones are people of Angel Clan, who once descended on the Inca Empire, and brought about good news for the people of Inca Empire. "

Looking at the three gigantic wings of the Buddha, Chu Hong nodded. He lowered his voice a little and said: "Angel Clan? A thousand years ago, the tyrannical people who dominated the peak of the Divine Mountain had disappeared into thin air under the strong suppression of the Ancestral Emperor. "

Chu Yue laughed, "Master, it's just a legend, there's no need to be so serious. Let's draw lots. "

Chu Hong turned his head, there were three monks sitting in a corner of the main hall. The monk in the middle was around the age of no temptation, with a slightly plump face and a kind face, which gave people a favorable impression of him.

The appearance of the two monks on the left and right was almost exactly the same as the black-faced monk that welcomed Chu Hong and the other two. Both of them had a lean face and wore a monastic robe, revealing the big muscles on their chest and a bronze body.

At this moment, Chu Hong walked in front of the chubby monk and slightly nodded his head.

The chubby monk smiled and picked up the box in front of him. He asked: "Sir, what do you want to solve?"

Chu Hong thought for a moment and said, "Unlocking the nest is a safe and peaceful thing."

The chubby monk began to roll the canister. He shook it very slowly. After a few seconds, the canister let out a "hualala" sound.

After shaking it for the tenth time, a bamboo stick fell out of the wooden barrel.

The fat faced monk picked up the bamboo stick, narrowed his eyes, and slowly said: "This benefactor, the trigram is in a state of separation, there is a tiger in the nest, and there is more than one. Although the backyard is quiet, there are undercurrents. "

Chu Hong was slightly shocked, he thought that this rumour was quite realistic. In Chu Hong's mind, the so-called "nest" was the hidden direction, which meant it was the imperial court.

The meaning of stability in the nest was to ask whether the imperial government was stable or not. Now that Fat-faced Monk had answered his divination that there was a tiger in the nest, and there was more than one tiger, he was talking about Lin Chengzhou and Qin Ruhua.

Smiling faintly, Chu Hong then said: "May I ask how can I solve this?"

Monk Fatty Yuan raised his head and looked at Chu Hong. He said: "Benefactor has already become a Hidden Dragon. Although there are two fierce tigers coveting it, they can't achieve it in the end."

The smile on Chu Hong's face became even wider. He thought to himself that this hidden dragon was naturally Ye Tian. With him, Lin Chengzhou's and Qin Ruhua's goals would finally be difficult to achieve.

He was happy in his heart and was just about to thank Fat-faced Monk when he saw Fat-faced Monk staring at him. Fat-faced Monk's originally calm face slightly changed at this moment.

Surprised, Chu Hong asked: "Master? But what's wrong with that? "

Frowning, Fat-faced Monk opened his mouth and said: "Benefactor, your eyes are filled with black lines, your lips are purple. Based on my many years of experience in judging your looks, you might be in great danger today."

Chu Hong was slightly stunned when he heard Fat-faced Monk's words.

Could it be that since Tiny Herb didn't bring along any bodyguards, something really went wrong?

Chu Yue's delicate eyebrows creased as she asked, "Master, can you calculate when and where my master will be in grave danger?"

Fat-faced Monk slowly closed his eyes. After a long pause, he slowly said two words: "This time, here."

Chu Hong didn't understand the meaning behind Fat-faced Monk's words. He was stunned for a moment before he heard a few screams coming from outside the hall.

At the same time, Fat-faced Monk suddenly opened his eyes. A ray of light shot out from his eyes. His face wore an obscene and cold expression, completely devoid of the kind expression from before.

With a "Pop," along with Fat-faced Monk opening his mouth, dozens of buddhist beads shot out from Fat-faced Monk's mouth, aiming straight at Chu Hong and the other two.

As the emperor of the Tiangong Empire, Chu Hong was normally busy with reading and writing. Although he had no time to practice magic or martial skills, he had been taught by the palace mages ever since he was young. In a moment of desperation, the Military Force Value in his body activated instinctively. Chu Hong stretched out his arms and hugged Chu Yue and Chu Yu on his left and right. Then, he flew backwards at high speed. At the same time, Chu Hong's vest automatically fell off and instantly turned into a curtain wall.

With a 'thump thump thump' sound, dozens of buddhist beads hit the waistcoat, turning it into a mess.

After flying a few meters backwards, Chu Hong landed on the ground with Chu Yue and Chu Yu in his arms.

After staring coldly at Fat-faced Monk for a long time, Chu Hong asked, "Master has set up an ambush here for an unknown period of time."

"It's only been two hours." Looking at the rag on the ground, Fat-faced Monk continued, "I didn't expect that the Emperor's vest would be Mystic Moon Armor. "My thirty-three prayer beads, what a pity."

At this moment, Zhao Zhentian, who was standing outside the gate, had already rushed into the yard. However, the person blocking his path was the skinny monk who had led Wu Tie into the main hall.

Zhao Zhentian knew something was wrong when he heard the guards around the perimeter screaming. This temple had been set up a long time ago. It was unknown how long he had waited for the Emperor.

At this moment, the steel knife was in Zhao Zhentian's hand. With a flip of his wrist, the knife's edge hacked towards the black-faced monk.

Feeling the cold blade intent, the black-faced monk flipped his hands and two diamond rings suddenly appeared on his wrists. That diamond ring had a golden luster. It was obvious that it was no ordinary object.

Zhao Zhentian's heart sank, and said in a low voice: "You are the Inca Empire's Diamond Tuo Luo?"

The black-faced monk opposite him did not say anything and just silently faced Zhao Zhentian, confirming his judgment.

The King Kong Tuo Luo was a type of Samurai Group with a very high status. A warrior who could get this title, the lowest level was at the intermediate stage, Holy Battlemaster. In other words, the black-faced monk in front of him was at least intermediate level, Holy Battlemaster.

With a "Dang" sound, Zhao Zhentian's steel blade collided with the monk's King Kong Ring. The collision of the metals created a few sparks. The two of them could feel the domineering pressure that came from the other party's weapon. As soon as it came into contact with their weapon, both of them took a few steps back.

Zhao Zhentian's heart was burning with anxiety. The gate of the temple behind him was obviously sealed. The brothers who were guarding outside had obviously been viciously attacked. It was unknown how many experts were hidden in this temple. Most importantly, the Emperor and the two princesses were still within the hall opposite him, and it was unknown whether they were alive or dead.

Thinking about that, Zhao Zhentian clenched his teeth and shouted. He connected all of the Military Force Value on his right arm and the surface of the steel blade instantly emitted a strong force. With a flash, Zhao Zhentian rushed towards the black-faced monk.

The black-faced monk was deep in thought. The pair of diamond rings on his arm danced as they clashed with each other.

At this moment, in the hall, Chu Hong was still standing in confrontation with Monk Yuan, holding Chu Yue and Chu Yu's hand.

Chu Hong asked lightly: "Why?"

Hearing Chu Hong's question, Fat-faced Monk let out a slow breath. He looked at Zhao Zhentian and the King Kong Tuo Luo who were fighting outside and said: "How long has the battle between Inca Empire been going on for?"

Chu Hong frowned and said: "Inca and Tian Gong had a truce 60 years ago. The two countries have signed a peace agreement, where would the war go?"

Fat-faced Monk smiled: "What are the conditions for a truce? What is the content of the peace agreement? "

Chu Hong was stunned and recalled for a moment. He said: "The condition for the truce is that the Inca Empire will cede the lands south of West Horse Mountain to the Tiangong Empire. The content of the peace agreement is the army of Inca Empire. From now on, you are not allowed to enter within fifty kilometers of the area south of West Horse Mountain. "

Fat-faced Monk smiled sinisterly: "Truly losing power and humiliating the country."

Finally understanding Fat-faced Monk's intention to kill him, Chu Hong looked at the mottled walls in the hall and slowly said, "I assume that this temple of yours has been open for 60 years."

Fat-faced Monk narrowed his eyes, "The taste of enduring humiliation and lying low on the bed is something you, the emperor of this prosperous era, cannot experience."

With that, Fat-faced Monk's expression changed. The two King Kong Tuo Luo's suddenly opened his eyes and slapped the green bricks on the ground with both of his palms. His body was like a treasure pagoda, attacking Chu Yue and Chu Yu from the left and right respectively.

Chu Hong's expression flashed. He let go of the two sisters and forced them into his palms. He held his arms horizontally and exchanged blows with the two King Kong Tuo Luo who were coming towards him in the air.

After being stopped, the two King Kong Tuo Luo flipped in the air and landed on the ground again. However, the distance between them and Chu Hong was less than ten meters.

Chu Hong's eyes were serious and his brows were locked together. Although it was just two palm strikes, but he was only a high-ranked paladin. Facing two mid-level Holy Battlemaster's King Kong Tuo Luo, he knew what the result would be.

At this moment, the strong palm power of the King Kong Tuo Luo made Chu Hong's qi and blood surge endlessly. Chu Hong barely managed to stabilize himself as he tried to suppress the qi and blood in his entire body.

Looking at Zhao Zhentian who was still fighting with the black-faced monk outside, Chu Hong forced a smile. His strength was not a match for these Vajra Ta Luo, and Chu Yue and Chu Yu were powerless girls. The only one he could rely on now was Zhao Zhentian in the yard.

Chu Hong pulled the two siblings and began to look for an opportunity to retreat into the courtyard.

Perhaps it was because he had seen through Chu Hong's motive, but at this moment, a bronze bowl suddenly appeared in Fat-faced Monk's hand.

Fat-faced Monk tightly hugged the bronze bowl with both hands. Inside the bowl, there were dozens of buddhist beads, like spinning dice, spinning rapidly in the bowl, making a series of "ding ding ding" sounds.1

At this moment, the black-faced monk that was fighting Zhao Zhentian in a close melee battle in the courtyard heard the tinkling sound from inside the house. He immediately stopped his attack and quickly retreated.

Zhao Zhentian was confused. He thought the other party had exhausted all of his martial power and refused to fight. The Emperor and the two princesses in the room were on his mind, and as soon as he saw them retreating, he turned and ran with all his might to the main hall.

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