Chapter 48: Shura Temple Master

When going down the mountain, Wu Yan couldn't help but quietly took out the map in the copper cylinder and checked it. Huang Xing, a bad old man, pretended to be ignorant and walked slowly with his head lowered, looking unhurried and without the anxious look just now.

This geographical map of Tianlang Kingdom is indeed as strange as Zhang Lang described. The map is not big, three feet long and one foot wide. It is made of an unknown animal hide. The animal skin is soft but extremely tough. No matter how hard someone tears it, it cannot be deformed or damaged. On the map, the mountains and geographical features of the thirty-eight counties in the six states of the Sirius Kingdom were drawn in detail, and the cities and towns of each state and county were clearly marked with different colors of ink. The water and land transportation hubs connecting various states and counties are also clearly depicted with lines, so that people can understand them at a glance.

What satisfied Wu Yan the most was naturally the dangerous mountainous and raviney places with clouds drawn on the map. These places were all written with some neat small letters. These words naturally tell us that these places may be haunted by immortals or have hidden immortal gates.

Wu Yan couldn't help but feel emotionless. Such a map that shows the landscape and geography of the Sirius Kingdom in such detail is definitely a treasure that cannot be measured by money in this world. No wonder the Iron Sword Alliance has always regarded this map as a treasure and hidden it in the most secret place.

However, Huang Xing gave this picture to him so generously. Is it really because he promised him to take action once? Does this old fox have any other ideas?

Wu Yan glanced suspiciously at Huang Xing, who was leading the way. Huang Xing didn't seem to pay any attention to Wu Yan and kept walking down the mountain unhurriedly. Only then did Wu Yan take a look at the path they were walking on, and couldn't help but have a strange look on his face.

This is actually a desolate, thorny trail. The trail is submerged in the jungle. It is absolutely impossible to detect the existence of this trail from the outside.

Wu Yan was about to ask Huang Xing, but thought about it but gave up. He put on an indifferent expression on his face, but he was extremely cautious in his heart.

After putting away the map and wooden box, Wu Yan followed Huang Xing leisurely. Neither of them spoke, and walked down the mountain in silence. At the foot of the mountain in the distance, the shouts of killing had stopped. I don’t know what happened.

This change made Huang Xing become anxious again, and he couldn't help but walk very fast. Wu Yan followed him quietly, always keeping a distance of about ten feet.

Half a stick of incense later, the two of them had appeared in a narrow valley, and Wu Yan's face once again showed a strange look.

Because, he saw four extremely familiar figures. This is where he hid four puppets.

"Haha, Wu Shaoxia, this is the monster Chunyang and the others are talking about, right? I didn't expect that the Ironwood Puppet that Elder Feng had never understood was actually made clear to Wu Shaoxia. Okay, okay." Huang Xing squinted his eyes, feeling quite emotional. He said looking at the four puppets in front of him.

"Deputy Leader Huang, what do you mean by this? Do you think I have taken over Feng Lao's things?" The more Wu Yan thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, his tone became a little unkind, and he quietly touched the cowhide belt around his waist. superior.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. Young hero has misunderstood Lao Chan. Lao Chan just saw things and missed people, and remembered some past events. There is no other meaning. Young hero, that map is not fake, right? The things in the wooden box were not what Lao Chan originally Risking a narrow escape, I picked up something from a soldier's body. This thing is useless to mortals like Lao Chan, but to immortal cultivators like Shaoxia, I'm afraid it's useless. It can definitely be called a treasure, right? Based on this, can't I still gain your trust, young hero?" Huang Xing turned his head and saw Wu Yan's little move, and shook his head with a helpless smile, and said in a self-deprecating way.

When Wu Yan heard that the wooden box contained something belonging to a cultivator, his heart moved, and he resisted the urge to open it now and take a look. But after he understood what Huang Xing said, his face turned red, he smiled awkwardly and said, "Where, where. Mr. Huang, the fighting outside has stopped. How about we go and see what's going on?" "

Huang Xing nodded and said, "What the young hero said is, let's go." After saying that, Huang Xing walked towards the entrance of the small valley first, followed closely by Wu Yan. He did not control four ironwood golems.

Once these four ironwood puppets move around, they will make too much noise. Here, they may alert the enemies below the mountain.

The two of them walked to the entrance of the valley, quietly pushed aside the leaves of the trees covering the entrance of the valley, and looked down the mountain road. They both gasped.

I saw that at this time, the foot of Xiaogu Mountain was densely packed with people. Many people were decorated, as if they had just fought a bloody battle.

On our side, along the foot of Xiaogu Mountain, there are hundreds of disciples wearing silver-white sword uniforms, each holding sword-shaped weapons of different sizes, looking at the people opposite with anger and sorrow on their faces. There was even a look of despair on his face.

Leader Li Ruoxu, leader Li, was standing on the stone path up the mountain with his face covered in blood. How could he look elegant and unrestrained? Standing next to him were several hall leaders and deputy leaders who were almost as embarrassed as him. Zhang Tao's uncle and nephew were also among them, but they were all stained.

Li Ruoxu looked at the thousands of enemies in different clothes at the foot of the mountain with an expressionless face, but there was a trace of imperceptible despair and anxiety in his eyes.

The Iron Sword Alliance was so desperate, not because they were afraid of the thousands of enemies in front of them, but because of the three huge steel monsters standing in front of them.

The three monsters did not appear when the battle just started. At that time, Li Ruoxu was full of vigor and energy. He used the two magic weapons left by the ancestor Feng Jiuxiao, Feng Xiao Sword and Long Yun Sword, to kill more than a dozen top masters of the other side in an instant. He was so powerful that even Zhan Wudi and Hu Cangqiong were shocked by his bravery and ferocity.

Unfortunately, after the other side suffered this big loss, they no longer fought with the Iron Sword Alliance, but invited an ugly short and fat monk. As soon as the monk came out, he took out three small steel skeletons from a small black pocket. After muttering something, the three small steel skeletons turned into three huge steel skeleton monsters. After a while of slashing and destroying, they broke through the two seemingly tight and solid defense lines of the Iron Sword Alliance in an instant. Even the Ten Thousand Swords Formation could not stop these three monsters for half a moment. Only after they were defeated at the foot of Xiaogu Mountain did Li Ruoxu lead everyone to stabilize their position and confront the enemy again.

The reason why Wu Yan and Huang Zhen gasped was naturally because they saw the three huge steel monsters. After observing for a while, Wu Yan suddenly showed a trace of surprise and suspicion on his face, and the previous shock was almost gone.

At first glance, the three huge steel monsters looked like three huge skeletons made of fine steel. The fine steel skeletons were more than five feet high and well-proportioned, as if they were made completely according to the appearance of human skeletons. On the huge skull head like a millstone, the two lantern-sized skull eyes flashed with blood-red light.

On the shoulders of each skull, there was a bald monk in yellow monk's robes sitting cross-legged. The three bald monks had ferocious faces and were staring fiercely at the Iron Sword Alliance at the foot of the mountain below.

The three huge steel skeleton monsters all held a giant blade more than ten feet long in their left hands and a strange giant hammer in their right hands. The two huge weapons were covered with blood and organs, which made people sick.

Li Ruoxu looked at the three steel skeleton monsters at this time, his mouth was bitter, and his face gradually became uglier.

If the other party did not have these three steel skeleton monsters, how could the Wild Wolf Hall of the Wild Wolf Valley and the Ten Thousand Swords Formation of the Buried Sword Valley be so easily broken by the Blood Rain Sect and the Dragon and Tiger Gang?

At this time, the Iron Sword League standing behind Li Ruoxu had only one deputy leader and three outer hall leaders. The other two deputy leaders and six outer hall leaders either died under the giant blades of the steel skeleton monsters or died at the hands of the immortal masters invited by the other party. Seeing that the Iron Sword League was about to fall, no matter how talented Li Ruoxu was, he was at his wits' end.

"Li Ruoxu, you are also a great talent. Why don't you lay down your weapons and surrender to our sect? I, Zhan Wudi, have always admired your courage and wisdom. Now the whole Yunzhou is under the control of Xueyu Sect and Dragon Tiger Gang. I have long been sworn brothers with Hu Gang. My brother and I want to establish Xueyu Dragon Tiger Alliance in Yunzhou City and merge the two gangs into one. I am a few years older than you, and I am the eldest brother. Hu Gang is the second-in-command. Brother Li, if you are willing, my brother and I will naturally keep the third brother for you. How about it? Why should you let your brothers follow you to die in vain? Look, I have 3,000 followers now, and I have the support of the great master of Shura Temple. Who else in Yunzhou dares to go against me?"

Across the mountain, a group of elite gang members in bright clothes surrounded the two and a strange sedan chair. The one who just spoke was an old man with a long beard wearing a big red robe standing on the left side of the sedan chair. The old man was Zhan Wudi, the leader of Xueyu Sect. Next to the old man was a strange-looking open-topped sedan chair. Two giant men, over ten feet tall and as tall as iron towers, were carrying the sedan chair poles in front and behind. On the sedan sat a short, fat, and ugly monk who was less than five feet tall.

The short, fat monk was so arrogant and pretentious. On the sedan, two charming women were hugging the monk on both sides. They seemed to love the monk so much that they did all kinds of extraordinary things without any regard for propriety and shame. The monk stretched out his fat palms without any scruples and kneaded the two women constantly, and the two women laughed from time to time.

The short, fat monk looked very happy, and occasionally looked up at the people around him with disdain, as if everyone was like an ant in his eyes.

Hearing what Zhan Wudi said, the short and fat monk twisted his thick eyebrows, opened his ugly mouth, and said impatiently: "Master Zhan, why waste time talking to them? Kill all those who don't surrender. If it weren't for the generous offerings from you two, I wouldn't bother to follow you on this trip. In fact, to deal with these small fish and shrimps, you have thousands of followers. I heard you say a few days ago that there seems to be a map hidden in the Iron Sword Alliance, and there seems to be some treasures that are useful to me. Why don't you rush up the mountain, grab the map and treasures, and present them to me, what are you waiting for?"