I Can’t Be a Sword God

hiss... hiss... hiss...

The sound of electric snakes spewing letters was intermittent in the dark cave, and then three human-shaped light curtains appeared vaguely facing each other. After a while, the light curtains stabilized.

The first thing to appear was a middle-aged man in a dragon robe with a gloomy face. Looking at his face, it was clear that he was the Wanshi Wang who had been looking for Deyun Guanzhong to play chess with the old Taoist priest for a long time.

The second one is a monk with a golden body and a solemn treasure face. It is the Golden Bodhisattva, standing there quietly, with the light of Buddha looming all over his body.

The third one is Cao Pan with a flustered expression and a distressed face. Judging from his appearance, he should have just escaped from the pursuit of the heroes of Duanbei Mountain. It is not easy to escape from the siege of so many people.

The three of them gathered together in the air, looked at each other a few times, and were speechless for a while.

In the end, it was the Golden Bodhisattva who spoke first: "Looking at the expressions of the two of you, it seems that...things at Duanbei Mountain are not going well?"

"I……"

The King of Wanshi hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I went to the south of the Yangtze River to stop Guo Longque. I never thought that I would meet a person ten times more terrifying than Guo Longque."

"Huh? There is such a thing in the world?" The Golden Bodhisattva raised his eyebrows.

"It's none other than the master of the little Taoist priest who destroyed my Utsunomiya Ziyuan earlier, the old Taoist priest of Jiangnan Deyun Temple..."

At this moment, Wang Shiwang said that the old Taoist's expression was still uncertain, "I was stopped by this person, and I had to let Guo Longque go. Although I didn't complete the task, but... it was really helpless. It was not easy for me to escape unharmed." .”

The Golden Bodhisattva listened and nodded.

What the King of Ten Thousand Worlds wanted to express was nothing more than... I failed, but it was not my fault, I was targeted.

After hearing this, the Golden Bodhisattva turned his head to Cao Pan again and asked, "So Guo Longque returned to Duanbei Mountain and released the unicorn to repel the demons in the Golden State?"

"Guo Longque? No..." Cao Juan shook his head, his gaze still somewhat dull.

"No?" Golden Bodhisattva asked: "Since Guo Longque didn't go back, why couldn't the vast group of monsters in the Golden State take down Duanbei Mountain?"

"This..." Cao Pan's lips trembled, and then he replied: "Just one sword, no... many swords, countless swords..."

When he mentioned this sword, his mental state was obviously not stable.

Regarding the fact that Li Chu is Wang Qi, although Long Gang quietly spread the word on the mountain, he knew the importance after all, so he didn't spread it to Cao Panhetu.

So Cao Pan didn't realize that it was Li Chu's saber until he saw the Chunyang sword coming to the west, and realized that he and He Tu had been deceived by Wang Qi all along.

What Wang Qi beheaded to kill the little Taoist priest was simply a play. He Tu and himself were used as bait to catch the forces behind them.

For a moment, Cao Pan felt complacent. After all, even if he was fooled, it was impossible for this little Taoist priest to think that he would be able to mobilize most of the demon kings in the Golden State.

Hehe, like fishing?

Unexpectedly caught a whale.

But in the next moment, what happened made his faith collapse on the spot.

Even if it is to kill a real fish, it will take you a while to scale it and open it, right? It only took Li Chu a breath to clear the monsters in the Golden State, faster than killing real fish in the vegetable market.

Is there a god and a fart?

Thanks to Cao Pan's quick reaction, he was the first to get out while everyone was still in shock, so he could escape his life. However, this also made the shock in his heart not fully digested, and the fear was still fermenting at this moment.

After he calmed down for a while, he was able to say a little more normally: "We have been deceived all this time. The Wang Qi who beheaded the little Taoist priest was the little Taoist priest himself, and his cultivation level...is unimaginable, unprecedented in my life. It was terrifying to see. He killed all the demon kings who came from the Golden State, and he only used one move...it seems to be Wanjian Jue..."

"Little Taoist..."

The Golden Bodhisattva's face remained calm, but his pupils shrank slightly.

He remembered the night when he met Li Chu by chance, Li Chu used to scare him away with a fierce sword. It turned out that such a sword energy...does he still have tens of thousands of ways?

What level of cultivation does this have to be?

The Golden Bodhisattva looked at the King of Ten Thousand Worlds. The latter had a higher level of pure cultivation than him and had more right to speak.

The Wan Shi Wang's throat moved, and he said: "To do this, I'm afraid I don't already have the ultimate divine power."

really.

The Golden Bodhisattva's conjecture was confirmed, and he withdrew his gaze, "Achieving the pinnacle with a human body must be attained by the invincible in this world..."

"The last person who was sure to reach this point was Chen Fuhuang five hundred years ago. It's just that Chen Fuhuang's physical body is extremely strong, and he is still different from a swordsman who can kill like him..." Wanshiwang said slowly.

"That little Taoist priest can kill tens of thousands of monsters with one trick of ten thousand swords. There are only two words to describe such a person..."

"Sword God."

There was silence for a while.

All Cao Pan thought was to be thankful for his narrow escape.

The Golden Bodhisattva was rejoicing that his prudence last time turned out to be a narrow escape.

The King of Ten Thousand Worlds was thankful that he escaped from the Deyun Temple in the afternoon-fortunately, he obediently listened to the old Taoist priest's words, and played more than 70 games of chess with him under the disgust, otherwise... the little Taoist priest How powerful the master is, I dare not even think about it.

After a pause, the Golden Bodhisattva said again: "It seems that the progress is relatively smooth, and only my side..."

As soon as he said this, the complexions of Cao Pan and Wan Shiwang collapsed imperceptibly.

This is the fear of team combat, either everyone succeeds together, or everyone fails together.

Now we both failed, and failed miserably. Only your side succeeded, and it went smoothly. In this way, doesn't it look like we are two wastes...

Significant to you?

As long as you can bear it?

At that moment, both of them looked at the Golden Bodhisattva with unkind eyes.

The Golden Bodhisattva said to himself: "Now that we have controlled King Han's Mansion, we actually have the most crucial control over the North Land. As for the army of the Golden State... Although it is also a huge force, those monsters are uncontrollable after all. Yes. Even if it disappears, it will not be a blow to us... But, if we want to completely occupy the Northland, we need to think of other ways..."

His confidence is still there, but Cao Pan seems to be a little disheartened, still immersed in fear, said: "As long as the little Taoist priest is still there, isn't it all futile for us to think about it?"

The King of Wanshi snorted coldly and said, "No matter how powerful he is, is there no one in the world who can cure him?"

After a pause, he added, "Of course, I shouldn't."

"Don't worry, the only ones in the world who can fight him are Bai Yujing's Tong Wudi... and Master Yudi who is about to leave the customs..." The Golden Bodhisattva shook his head, "If you want him not to hinder us, you can only I can think of another way..."

...

The night is as cool as water.

In the other courtyard of King Han's Mansion, there was a knock on the door.

"Your Highness?"

The Golden Bodhisattva was obviously talking with those two people in the distance, but at this moment, a person with exactly the same appearance as the Golden Bodhisattva opened the door.

And the person who knocked on the door was none other than the owner of this place, the previously incomparably arrogant King Han of the Northland.

But right now, King Han is extremely respectful when facing the Golden Bodhisattva.

"I'm visiting late at night, and I'm afraid of disturbing Zen Master's rest..." King Han's tone was so humble that he was so polite.

"It doesn't matter." Jin Bodhisattva asked: "Presumably His Highness King Han is here, is there some confusion?"

While speaking, he led King Han to sit down indoors, where a small Buddha statue was enshrined and sandalwood was burning.

"That's right, Zen Master is right." King Han smiled, and said again: "I do have a problem right now."

"Speaking."

"My heart to follow the Zen Master's practice is stronger than a rock, but..." Han Wang said: "There is a ninth lady in my palace, and she always wants to destroy my practice!"

"Hehe, you don't have to worry." The Golden Bodhisattva heard the words and said with a light smile, "As long as His Highness is firm in his practice, all temptations are just a matter of experience. The so-called original nothing, where can there be dust?"

"Zen Master, the truth is this. But you have never met my wife, what can people say..." King Han was full of confusion, and said:

"It's hard not to be shaken."