From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 742

When the old monk appeared, Zhou Yuan already knew his identity. There was no doubt that he was the legendary second in the world, the so-called Bayan Arhat in the temple on the snow-capped mountains.

Of course, some people ranked him first... It was not important. What was important was that Zhou Yuan clearly felt the majestic and vast internal force in his body, like a rushing river, flowing endlessly.

So when the old bear rushed up, he shouted: "Old bear, don't!"

Ideals are full, but reality is very skinny. Xiong Kuohai was determined to buy time for Zhou Yuan with his life, but he didn't even have the qualifications to get close to this person.

Just halfway through the run, the opponent raised a skinny hand and slapped him gently.

A few feet away, a black light hit his chest, causing him to fly backwards, spit blood repeatedly in the air, and fall to the ground with a painful wail.

"No..."

While spitting blood, he said with difficulty: "I can't stop him...Run away..."

Zhou Yuan gritted his teeth and strode forward. He said coldly: "You are a monk, but you also want to participate in the secular world!"

Bayan Luohan put his hands together and said in a faint old voice: "Donor, the old monk comes to save the devil and send you to the other side."

Zhou Yuan grinned: "Send your mother, the old bald donkey to die!"

He suddenly took out the flintlock muzzle in his arms and fired directly in front of him.

But the next moment, his arm hurt so much that the gun had fallen.

Bayan Luohan said: "Before this, Danzeng specifically told me about this thing. Now we are too close, you have no chance to shoot."

Zhou Yuan panted and picked up Xiong Kuohai's knife. He said slowly: "Then let's fight!"

He looked at the old monk and said coldly; "I am a disciple of Su Youzi, and I have achieved a small success in the Pure Yang Wuji Gong. How many moves can I block from you?"

But Bayan Luohan said slowly: "No, you are just delaying time. Your guards, including the girl on the city wall, are rushing towards you at the fastest speed."

"But it's too late. As long as I get close to you, you can't escape."

"Even if they come, they will just die."

To be honest, Zhou Yuan felt a little desperate.

It's not that he didn't guard against masters. In today's world, he himself is already an excellent master, but he didn't expect this old monk on the snowy mountain to come and participate in the secular world.

He took a deep breath and activated the Pure Yang Wuji Gong. What he thought in his heart was Xiaozhuang's swordsmanship of subduing demons.

But the other party seemed to have seen through him. The old monk said in a deep voice: "Qingcheng Mountain Demon Subduing Skill? This is a killing technique. Even if you practice it to perfection, you are not my opponent."

"I have already achieved great enlightenment. The Tantric Bodhi Heart Method has reached perfection. In this vast world, no one can stop me."

Seeing Zhou Yuan's sword coming, he just waved his sleeves and easily made Zhou Yuan spit blood and kneel on the ground.

"I should have killed you earlier."

Bayan Luohan sighed and said: "No one expected that you would persuade the tenants and reverse the inevitable defeat."

"But it's not too late now. I will kill all your people and personally resolve the conflicts between Waza, Yueyi and An Fuman. They suffered heavy losses, but they can still cooperate with Fang Qian to occupy Sichuan and Guizhou."

He seemed to be very clear about the current situation and said lightly: "At that time, my religion can be widely spread in the southwest of Dajin."

This is his real purpose.

Zhou Yuan felt powerless. Facing such a master, he really had no ability to resist.

At this time, strategies were meaningless in the face of absolute strength.

He raised his head and gritted his teeth and said, "I... I am the husband of your apprentice, I am Wanyan Daichan's husband."

Bayan Luohan was stunned for a moment, then said, "I accepted her as a disciple, just to establish a connection between Tantric Buddhism and Shamanism in a distant land."

"I have already forgotten about love and don't care about other things. Let alone you, even if she is here, I will kill her the same way."

Damn...

Zhou Yuan gritted his teeth and really didn't know how to struggle.

He just raised his head and looked around.

He saw Xiaoying running towards him, saw the guards around him coming at least, and saw Xiong Kuohai struggling to get up and pick up the gun on the ground.

Zhou Yuan clenched his fist and shouted: "What An Fuman and the others can give you, I can also give you! I can make your sect cover the whole of Dajin."

Bayan Luohan said expressionlessly: "I don't believe you, you are not the same as us."

He seemed to have no expression forever, as if he had really forgotten all emotions.

"Go! Don't come!"

Zhou Yuan couldn't help but yelled: "Xiaoying! Don't come over!"

Bayan Luohan didn't wait any longer, he raised his right hand, black light appeared in his palm, and he slashed forward,Several black lights covered Zhou Yuan directly.

Zhou Yuan had no strength, his internal strength was completely suppressed.

He saw the black light, a light that was enough to tear everything apart.

He saw death approaching.

He had no choice but to close his eyes...

And at this moment! Light suddenly appeared!

A slender hand reached out from behind him, carrying endless Qinghua, washing in the air, and blooming a bunch of Dao lotus.

The Dao lotus swayed in the air, releasing the purest Dao rhyme, dispersing countless black lights.

A slender figure, wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, with hair hanging down like black silk, stood quietly in front of Zhou Yuan.

She was like an insurmountable natural chasm, blocking all dangers.

Zhou Yuan stared at this figure blankly, feeling familiar, but he didn't know who it was.

Because the other party was glowing.

She exuded pure Qinghua all over her body. She didn't look like a mortal, but like a goddess in the heavenly palace.

"You...you..."

But Bayan Luohan, who always had no expression, looked like he saw a monster at this moment, and his whole face was replaced by astonishment.

"How could you...how could there be such a person as you in the world!"

He widened his eyes and said in shock: "You...you clearly have no talent...how did you change your fate against the will of heaven! Why would the heaven favor you!"

The female Taoist priest did not speak, she just stretched out her right hand, and countless green lights on her body swept forward.

Bayan Luohan's face changed drastically, and he put his hands together, and a huge black sun suddenly appeared on his head.

He held up the black sun, facing the green light like water, but he showed a look of pain, trembling all over, and finally spurted out a mouthful of blood, and knelt directly on the ground.

The black sun dissipated instantly, and with it dissipated his internal strength accumulated over decades.

"Why! Why does someone who defies fate appear!"

"She is so ordinary! Why does the Heaven favor her!"

Bayan Luohan roared in confusion.

Until this moment, the female Taoist slowly turned around and looked at the dazed Zhou Yuan.

She had bright eyes, white teeth, and fair skin, as if she was the daughter of heaven, the creation of gods, and was so beautiful.

She couldn't speak, but she shed tears, opened her mouth slightly, stretched out her right index finger, and gently stroked.

On the desolate land, two words were slowly written: "Brother!"

Zhou Yuan felt that his heart was about to stop beating, his eyes were a little red, and he looked at the morning light in front of him, but he only had thousands of emotions.

He remembered that when he first saw her, her life had reached the end of withering.

And now, she stood here, as if she was a god, and even the Heaven favored her.

How many hardships? How many times of despair? How many times of forging in blood and fire? How many times of baptism of the soul?

Hunger and cold in childhood, humiliation and torture in youth, she welcomed a new life at the end of death.

The pain of disabled legs, the shackles of limited talent, on the cliff of the ancient Dao Court, the loneliness and persistence day after day, night after night...

Under great perseverance, in countless tears and sweat, the perseverance of the soul and the pain of the body finally shook the suppression of heaven and earth, broke the shackles of fate, and bloomed the flower of miracle.

The morning light is the morning light.

The morning light is also everyone.

The morning light is the rising sun.

The morning light is also the light emitted by this scarred land when it is about to sink into darkness.