Chapter 305 Heavenly Master
The state capital was attacked without warning.
When Zhao Yushu and the other two received the news and rushed to the government office, they only saw the prefect who had been chopped into pieces.
The barbarian monks did not leave. The only six barbarian monks in the entire Wuzhou were all waiting in front of the prefect's corpse, waiting for their real enemy.
Zhao Yushu wanted to laugh. True Man Zixiao was also young and ignorant at the beginning. He was deceived by the ruler of the Western Regions and interfered in the affairs of the mortal world at will. As a result, he lost his senior brother's life in vain.
And Zhang Tianshi was also deceived, but it could not be considered as interfering in the mortal world.
Zhao Yushu couldn't help but look back at his two fellow apprentices. Was it possible that Master Zhang was also going to lose a fellow apprentice?
However, I don't have any particularly deep feelings towards these two. Changsheng gets along well with me, but the relationship with him is far from that of Ziying, where they share life and death together. And the second junior brother can even be considered a half-enemy.
Then why did this incident leave such a deep impression on Qi Buyou?
What happens here?
Regardless of whether slaying the demon was right or wrong, it had already happened, and even if there was revenge, it was part of the experience.
Second Junior Brother and Changsheng rushed forward without hesitation, and thunder shattered the night sky.
The barbarian monks combined the unique regional characteristics of southern Xinjiang and developed their own martial arts heritage.
The six cultivators' highest cultivation level is no more than the sixth level. Theoretically, they should not be a match for the two elite disciples of Mount Longhu.
In fact, they are no match.
In just one encounter, two weak monks were smashed into pieces by thunder, and the remaining four monks could only struggle to hold on.
Zhao Yushu kept his sword still. With his strength, he could defeat all six opponents in just a few moves. He just needed to be prepared for any eventuality.
This possibility took root in his heart, making him feel increasingly uneasy.
Until the third monk was chopped into pieces and scattered all over the ground.
Zhao Yushu drew out the peach wood sword.
The talisman floated into the sky.
But it's still a step too late.
The sky was overcast and heavy rain was pouring down.
The remaining three barbarian monks smiled triumphantly, held hands, formed a circle, and shouted in awkward language that sounded like a sacrificial speech, and exploded together.
Exploded into pieces.
A strong whirlwind appeared out of nowhere and sucked all the pieces of meat into the sky.
"Go!" Zhao Yushu shouted angrily. Thunder burst out in the rainy night, reflecting the pair of huge blood-red eyes behind the dark clouds.
The totem of the barbarians, the patron saint of Wuzhou, and the ancestor of the slain monsters, slowly revealed his head under the sacrifice of the barbarians regardless of life or death or friend or foe.
Just that one glance made Zhao Yushu almost unable to think of resisting.
The demon race, like the gods of mountains and rivers, possesses a long lifespan that humans envy, but the price is that they are forever stuck in the outside world, unable to glimpse the mysteries of the higher levels of life.
But there are also differences in the levels of external scene perfection. At least this monster is by no means comparable to the ordinary external scene perfection.
Zhao Yushu felt insignificant. The purple thunderbolt that struck the monster couldn't even break its bony skin. The monster only needed a simple collision to tear the defense line formed by the three Vajra Talismans into pieces like paper.
How did Qi Buyou survive back then?
Zhao Yushu's brain worked desperately, trying to find a trace of relevant memories, but to no avail.
The monster was roaring, and its huge head, which was as big as a temple, spewed out a burst of dark green smoke, which slowly dissolved the last Bagua protective talisman given to the three people by the Heavenly Master.
The three men were at their wits' end. They had used all their tricks but were unable to inflict any damage to the monster.
"Second Junior Brother, take Changsheng away."
Zhao Yushu took a deep breath and slowly raised the Tianshi Sword. The monster roared and its entire body was lifted off the ground inch by inch.
Without the ability to leverage strength, its power would naturally be greatly reduced.
However, the gap in realm between the two sides was too great. Zhao Yushu knew very well that within three to five breaths at most, he would no longer be able to restrain the monster.
"Let's go!" Zhao Yushu turned around and roared, then saw the fear in Changsheng's eyes and the determination in his second junior brother's eyes.
Monsters cannot use other's power to gain leverage, but that does not mean they cannot attack.
Zhao Yushu turned his head and saw the majestic flame coming out of the monster's mouth.
The flames evaporated all the moisture and burned Zhao Yushu's hair to a scorch yellow, but he did not die.
A figure stood in front of him.
Zhao Yushu held his second junior brother's almost charred body, feeling helpless in the heavy rain.
"I, I don't owe you anything." The second junior brother closed his eyes.
He was no hero, but at the end of his life, he was not a villain either.
He used his own life to preserve the reputation of Longhu Mountain.
Zhao Yushu felt his consciousness blurry, a surge of anger and brutality rose from the deepest part of his sea of consciousness. He could no longer control this body. Qi Buyou's anger suppressed Zhao Yushu's consciousness. The Tianshi Sword faced the thunder and flames, drawing a gorgeous and charming wheel dance of death.
Qi Buyou's aura briefly climbed to a height that even the Eighth Heaven could not reach, and all his spiritual power instantly poured into the monster's angry mouth.
The monster whimpered, turned its head and dived into the clouds.
Zhao Yushu fell to the ground, his consciousness returned to Qi Buyou's body, and next to him lay his second junior brother who was already dead.
Qi Buyou burned his life in exchange for that stunning blow, but he was also exhausted. Even if Zhang Tianshi came in person, he could not save him.
He finally understood how the future Zhang Tianshi survived the crisis.
Qi Buyou smiled and touched the hair of Changsheng, who was kneeling beside him and crying.
"It turns out to be you."
No wonder Qi Buyou, who was so talented, seemed a little weak among the five great masters later on. According to Qi Buyou's talent, even if he was not as good as his teacher, he would at least not be worse than Zixiao.
He never became a heavenly master.
The most talented disciple of Mount Longhu died in a funny training experience, and the second disciple who regarded him as his lifelong enemy also died to protect him.
The future Heavenly Master can only be Fan Changsheng, the little fanboy who has the lowest cultivation level, is the most inconspicuous, but has no bad intentions.
Zhao Yushu could imagine what kind of criticism Changsheng would face when he returned to Longhu Mountain. The eldest and second brothers were both dead, so why did a waste like you come back?
Longhu Mountain is going to be handed over to someone like you in the future. Wouldn't that mean the thousand-year foundation of our ancestors will be cut off from now on?
However, Changsheng eventually became a Heavenly Master, and he also experienced pain and hardships that ordinary people could hardly imagine.
Zhao Yushu felt that his life was slipping away quickly.
"Take it."
A peach wood sword was handed to Changsheng.
"Go back and tell them that you didn't run away. This sword was given to you personally by me, your eldest brother. Tell them that you will become the best cultivator in the world and the best Heavenly Master in Longhu Mountain."
Changsheng shook his head desperately and burst into tears.
"Listen to my brother and take up the sword."
Changsheng took the Heavenly Master's sword with trembling hands. Heavy rain poured down on his black and white Taoist robe, and the thunder drowned out his cries.
Zhao Yushu felt his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, and the scenery around him seemed to be only black and white.
"Take us home."
Qi Buyu slowly closed his eyes.