Xia Ji took out a dusty box from the mountain.

The box is hidden deep underground.

This is the starting point of his underworld plan.

He always believed that there was extraordinary existence in this world.

The [Divine Weapons List] of Tianque Academy and the ancient history of the Imperial Study Room all illustrate all this.

Therefore, he wants to create an extraordinary force to peek into higher secrets.

He patted the dust on the box, revealing his memory, and then opened the box.

Among them are eighteen masks.

The color of gray gold is shining with a turbidity between light and darkness.

Eighteen masks are eighteen different identities.

His fingers landed on the first mask on the far right.

It was a mask with some memories hidden.

The mask itself is hideous, majestic, mysterious, quaint, and full of mysterious and exquisite textures.

Three years ago, when he was wearing this mask, it caused a bloody storm.

That year, the Western Regions branch of the Demon Cult was about to attack the capital of Xixia, and then shouted to massacre the city.

That year, because of one person, only thirty people were killed with the 5,000 demons with a vast demon flame. They were forced to evacuate from the West, retreat back to the Central Plains, pass by the capital, and pass by the Lord Yueying, in an extremely embarrassed manner.

That year, the underworld was known to a very small number of people in the world for the first time.

No reason.

Because the situation in Xixia was changed by this person.

This person comes from the underworld, and there is only one person.

This person is called "Son of Hell".

After Emperor Yama made an action, he was regarded as a god by the people of Xixia. Many people even set up tablets of immortality and burned incense to worship.

The Empress of Xixia, who grew up in steel, blood and conspiracy, respected the "Son of Yan Luo" who was unknown as her teacher.

The Queen of Xixia is now acting more like a demon than a demon.

But the mysterious Emperor Yan disappeared from the world.

No one knows that the original Emperor Yan is now called a big fool.

He was in the gentle country all day long, drinking fine wine, teasing beautiful women, eating grapes, passing by the house without entering, and still attached to the fragrant little muffins.

This is not a disguise, but his original appearance.

Xia Ji's fingers passed the mask of "Emperor Yan Luo" and landed on the second one.

This mask is also gray gold.

However, the texture on it is less hideous, and more peaceful, quiet and peaceful.

This is: the ferry monk.

The monk who crossed the people to the underworld and persuaded them to do good on the boat until he was empty.

The Buddha said, if I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell?

This is the origin of Xia Ji's creation of this mask.

He pulled out the mask with his fingers.

The remaining seventeen masks were put back into the box and buried deep.

The boy who was originally lazy and slightly melancholy, suddenly became extremely mysterious.

A gray-gold cloak slowly extended from under the mask, fitting on himself and shaping.

This mask is not made of ordinary craftsmanship.

But what's missing?

...

In the night wind.

A mysterious gray-gold figure began to sweep like the wind.

He lowered his head and eyes as if he was thinking, his hands folded together as if he was worshipping, but his figure pulled out his afterimages.

At this time.

He is not Xia Ji anymore.

It is the ferry monk in the underworld.

...

A few days later.

it's clear.

The birds dispersed in shock.

Dust rolls from the east.

"drive!!"

"drive!!"

"The monks of Tantric Buddhism are really presumptuous. In my Great Zhou territory, they are so hiding that they dare to hide the rebellion of the king. They are really brave enough to be ambitious!"

"If you are not a person of my race, your heart will be punished!"

"Fortunately, Zhou Situ was very careful and submitted evidence, so the emperor ordered our military headquarters to handle the matter."

"Hmph! Although our military headquarters cannot fight alone, with General Zhao Xuanyi leading the army, the military spirit is exerted. These sects are just scattered soldiers and raiders, and the mobs are gathered!"

"Even if you fight alone, you may not be afraid. Master Wang has let many masters of the capital accompany you."

"This time I want to teach such a ungrateful sect a lesson!"

Five thousand light cavalry rushed westward, and the soldiers whispered to each other.

The team was led by a silver-armored general, and the people accompanied by many powerful men from the royal capital, including students and team teachers who came to the Tianque Academy to intern.

In fact, Wang Jushi was unhappy.

He almost took the world, but missed the opportunity because of a strong man from the Daxueshan Tantra.

So, he naturally wants to take revenge.

He would not jump out by himself, so he quietly asked his subordinate Zhou Situ to make trouble.

If you want to inflict a crime, there is no retribution.

Anyway, if you touch my cake, I will kill you.

...

Although it is autumn on the snowy mountain, it is already extremely cold. The snow has not fallen, but it is a weather that will always be snowy.

All five thousand light cavalry dismounted, holding hundreds of boxes of crossbows in their hands, and directly surrounded the snow-capped mountains with the leading general.

The pilgrims quickly ran for their lives.

The abbot of Tantra is called Huoyan Venerable.

After the Xiaosha Mian reported, he had already walked out of the Zen room and watched this scene to suppress the thought of conflict with the people in the court.

After all, I am still in other people's territory.

After a brief exchange, he lowered his posture and even asked the soldiers of the Great Zhou to enter the temple to search.

The soldiers searched the front temple and then headed to the back mountain.

The back mountain is the place of the Tantric wheel-turning sutra, secret treasures, and martial arts. There are even many masters who have been meditating in it.

The word "quiet" is focused on the word "quiet". If it is interrupted in the middle, all previous efforts may be wasted.

Therefore, Venerable Huoyan naturally disagreed.

Therefore, with the Great Hall as the boundary between the two sides, under the gaze of the golden giant Buddha, the monks of Tantric Buddhism held mature copper sticks, while the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty raised their crossbows to shoot.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

General Silver Armor stepped forward, and he was dragging a gun in his hand. His voice was calm and majestic: "Honor Huoyan, I advise you to open the back mountain and let us go and see. If you think there are too many people, I will only bring a thousand people in."

Venerable Huoyan said, "General Zhao, please forgive me if you want to forgive me. My Tantric tradition is in the back mountain, and many of the Venerables of Jingwu are also in the back mountain... The back mountain is definitely not as anti-king as you mentioned."

The Silver Armor General said coldly: "Is there any? Only after searching it, the rebellion of Wang Nian Wu Ye ignored the emperor's kindness. More than ten years ago, he took advantage of the natural disasters and man-made disasters to restrain people's hearts and rebel, almost conquering half of our country. This person is still fleeing...

If my emperor hadn't had the evidence conclusive, how could he have come to your Tantra?

The clear one is clear, and the turbid one is turbid.
To be continued...