Chapter 68: Four Treasures

  The divine thunder rumbled, and the monk's face quickly turned pale. Before long, even his bright red lips lost their color, turning a dull purple, his eyes were burst open, and his ears were pierced deaf, looking like he was severely injured, but for a five-step cultivator, it was just a loss of two or three percent of his combat strength. What truly made the monk weak quickly was still the saliva from the sheep's horn.

  Haitang, having lost his rationality, put all his strength into every strike, without holding back or conserving energy. His true qi was depleted by eight to nine tenths in an instant. This fit of rage lasted for about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense. Haitang and Shang's body suddenly shook violently, their expression clearing up again as they fell from mid-air to the ground, struggling to get back on their feet.

  Haitang's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he stood sideways on the spot, as if he had completely forgotten what had just happened. At this moment, a sudden rustling sound of clothes was heard, and more than 100 men in green clothes jumped up and rushed towards him without hesitation!

  In the charge, none of the men in green opened their mouths.

  When catching thieves, they are tigers, roaring in the mountains and forests with a powerful aura; but when fighting to the death, they turn into wolves, never opening their mouths before killing the enemy!

  Haitang and Shang Ben's wrists met, their palms clasped together in a seal. However, he soon discovered that his true yuan was being consumed too rapidly, to the point where he couldn't even activate his divine ability again. He let out a slightly astonished "eh" before his large sleeves fluttered as he resolutely charged towards Qingyi.

  His body was tempered by the spiritual energy of Lingyuan for a hundred years, how could it be compared to that of an ordinary person? Even if his magical powers were not enough, relying on his own strength alone, he would still have to kill all these men in green!

  As soon as the two sides collided, blood splattered everywhere, and still not a single green-clad warrior could withstand Haitang's blow. The dazzling and flashing Embroidered Spring Knife also ruthlessly slashed onto the monk's body... A charge, in just a few moments, over a hundred green-clad warriors were scattered and knocked down, more than half of them killed or seriously injured.

  The sea buckthorn that had turned into a blood gourd still stood upright, its entire body covered in thick blood plasma, and in the crisp autumn wind, it was still emitting a faint, lingering heat! It was unclear whether he was laughing or crying, but the monk's throat let out a strange sound, and it was unknown whether it was mocking or cursing.

  At this time, a cold laugh, really pressed down the monk's strange cry, and there was a green shirt, when Haitang went mad, he also stabbed his own ears, but never joined the battle, he was taking care of the horse group...

  Three-zhang-long whip, swinging like the wind, green robe soaring high, in the crackling sound of whipping, urged on those one hundred and thirty-seven war horses!

  The Green Jackets mainly fought on foot, with horses used for transportation, but they had a killing formation that used warhorses to charge! In each of the Green Jacket's hundred-man teams, there was a professional groom who was jokingly called "Horse King". The Horse King was in charge of launching the horse charge.

  The war horse let out a long whinny and under the urging of Master Ma, it galloped with all four hooves towards Haitang and Shang Douchui!

  The final battle is over.

  A fine horse was beaten to death, its brains bursting out, and its massive body fell to the ground, splashing up a mud mixed with blood. The figures of Haitang and Shang were finally submerged by the herd...

  After a round of charging, the war horse was left with less than half, Haitang's body lay in the mud and blood, trembling like chaff, all four limbs twisted strangely, as if they were deliberately twisted but not broken by a child.

  Liang Xin, Gao Jian, and one hundred thirty-seven Green Robes experts; Stealth, Seal, Strong Crossbow, Flesh Piercing Stab, Battle Formation, Horse Formation... Even so, if it weren't for that mouthful of saliva from Yangjiao Cui, the Green Robes would still have no chance of survival.

  After the war, there were only over thirty green-clad men left alive.

  Li Qian once used the evil bow to heavily injure Nan Yang, and also killed several top cultivators from Dong Yi. He really didn't take cultivators below the fifth step seriously... until this battle, when he finally understood what it meant to be a fifth-step cultivator.

  At this time, a green-clad man walked over. Because he was already deaf, his tone of voice was also extremely awkward: "The monk's four limbs are all broken, his spine is also fractured, and his head has been trampled on, he won't live for much longer, how can we still interrogate him? Please instruct us, sir."

  Li Xinsu casually replied: "Ask him about Qu Daren and Liu Yidian's case..." Before he could finish speaking, he remembered that the other party couldn't hear him and couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile.

  Unexpectedly, the man in green replied, "Understood!" He immediately turned his head and mouthed something to his companions who were staring at him. They nodded together and turned to walk towards the monk.

  Liang Xin suddenly realized that before, Qu Qing Shi had said that lip language was very useful when carrying out secret missions, and most of the Green Clothes agents had learned to read lips.

  Following Liang Xin, he became sullen again. Qing Yi could read lips, but how could the monk interrogate now that he was blind and deaf?

  Gao Jian, who was lying on the side, didn't take it seriously. The methods of Qing Yi were endless, as long as someone was still alive, they always had a way to pry out a confession! He said intermittently to Qing Yi, who was helping him treat his wound: "Don't bother... there are two children in the woods, go wake them up and bring them over."

  As soon as Haitang and Shangfu appeared, Gao Jian knew that someone was going to die in this fight. He first knocked his two disciples unconscious before jumping out to fight desperately.

  Liang Xin lay on the ground with his limbs splayed out in all directions, and turned to ask Gao Jian beside him: "Did you see that this monk was formidable from the start?"

  Gao Jian's chest and lungs were a mess, speaking with great difficulty: "I have a divine talisman to enhance my vision, as soon as this monk appeared, I knew he was not to be trifled with."

  Liang Xin twisted her head and gave Gao Jian a glance: "Then why did you jump out and fight?"

  Discussing the relationship, Gao Jian and Liang Xin had only known each other for less than a day, and they had never met those in green clothes before. Liang Xin risked his life for Qu Qing Shi and Liu Yi, but why did Gao Jian risk his life?

  Gao Jian coughed, spitting out bloody foam. His blood flowed down along the curved path because of the angle, making it seem like he was smiling: "I couldn't just watch as someone killed Qing Yi... Besides, I knew the monk was formidable, but I didn't think he was this formidable."

  Liang Xin wanted to laugh, but the result was a shock in his chest and lungs, which turned into heart-wrenching pain. The laughter had not yet escaped when it turned into a painful cry.

  Soon, Huang Gua and Mo Ya were awakened by other Qing Yi, who rushed over in a flurry, and when they saw Gao Jian's appearance, both children were frightened. Huang Gua hastily pulled out a large red cloth from his bosom, which was used to cover the slide not long ago at the inn. The two of them worked together to wrap Gao Jian layer by layer with the red cloth.

  In no time at all, Gao Jian was wrapped up like a big silkworm cocoon, with only his plump head left exposed.

  This red cloth has a wonderful place, after Gao Jian was wrapped up, his spirit quickly became strong and healthy. He ordered the two boys: "Don't wrap them all for now, wait until the monk is clear!" Then, he turned his head to smile at Liang Xin, who was staring blankly: "My red cloth is also a treasure..."

  The master, who was good at listening to the ground, gritted his teeth and said from the side: "This red cloth has a name, called Yinyan Zhu, it was found by our ancestors in the tomb of the ancient nobility, combined with the method of talisman, it has the magical effect of reviving the dead and whitening bones."

  Cucumber nodded vigorously from the side: "En, originally it was a shroud...". Then the little guy wiped away the tears on his face, and his voice was still choked with sobs, but he had already started bragging: "Our grandfather has four treasures that can penetrate heaven and earth, a flute that can take you wherever you want to go like the wind, and a shroud that can heal wounds and make you fearless of life and death."

  Liang Xin blinked and smiled: "There are two more treasures, are they yours?"

  Cucumber and Grinding Teeth nodded at the same time, and Ram's Horn Crisp also hurriedly followed suit...