"No, this isn't me being arrogant, this is the truth. Everyone said that the leader of the Black Cult, Tashi Dorje, was very powerful, but that was all. He could be killed with one slash. The reason why he was able to run amok for so long was that our Ningma Sect did not take him seriously at all. If we really took him seriously, he would immediately die.”
Xia Ping waved his hand, his face indifferent.
He really didn't think much of the leader of the Black Religion, Tashi Dorje. After all, he had never appeared in the world of the Eight Heavenly Dragons. He only said that the Black Religion had been wiped out by Jiu Mozhi, and his name shook the Tubo Empire.
If such a person was in the Central Plains, he would not have the chance to cause trouble. He would probably be captured by Ding Chunqiu and poisoned as a slave, or captured by the young lady of Tianshan to plant the Life-Death Notes.
In short, this kind of person could not be seen in public.
"Hehe, is that so? Why did I hear that the Ningma Sect's Guru was seriously injured by Tashi Dorje himself? Could it be that the Ningma Sect Master was also a small figure?”
Great Elder Ba Tu raised his voice by an octave.
He was completely angered by Xia Ping's words, and his anger was about to erupt like a volcano.
To him, Jiu Mozhi was his junior brother's mortal enemy. However, he didn't expect Jiu Mozhi to look down on his junior brother like he was an ant on the roadside.
He couldn't stand such an attitude at all. She looked down on him too much.
The other Shaman elders also felt aggrieved. They did not know where to vent their anger.
"Oh, from your words, you seem to be dissatisfied with what I said just now and sympathize with the death of the leader of the Black Sect, Tashi Dorje?”Xia Ping raised his eyebrows. He could hear the hostility in the words of these Shamanic elders.
"Sympathy?"
Upon hearing this, Great Elder Ba Tu finally stopped trying to conceal himself. His eyes revealed a savage light,""This is not as simple as sympathy. Tashi Dorje is my junior brother and an important elder of our Shamanism. But now, he was killed by a little brat like you. How do you think this matter should be resolved?”
Hula ~~~
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire inn was surrounded by Shamanic disciples. They pulled out their long sabers, which flickered with a terrifying cold light. A dense killing intent filled the entire inn.
They had surrounded this place so tightly that not even water could seep through. There was simply no gap for them to escape.
Obviously, this group of Shamans could not hold it in anymore and began to reveal their true intentions.
"This, this!"
The few Ningma Sect disciples had never seen such a scene before. They were so frightened that their legs went weak and they trembled uncontrollably. Some of them even peed half of their pants.
"Interesting. Tashi Dorje is actually a Shaman and the junior brother of your Great Elder.”
Xia Ping raised his eyebrows." I see. The reason why you made such a big fuss and even took out a secret manual to lure me out of Ningma Sect was to surround and kill me in this place?"”
He immediately understood the cause and effect.
However, he was not afraid at all. His expression was calm. After advancing to the Innate Realm and condensing the Innate Gang Qi, he was much stronger than before. His hands were itching to find someone to test his saber.
He did not expect this group of shamans to actually dare to run into his gun. He did not know who was the unlucky one.
"As expected of the famous Jiu Mozhi, the disciple of the Ningma Sect's master. He's really smart and knew our plan in an instant. Don't worry, the area within a few kilometers has been cleared by our people. Even if the people of Ningma Sect want to come and rescue you, they won't be able to make it in time.”
Great Elder Ba Tu was filled with killing intent. His eyes were bloodshot. He already treated Xia Ping like a dead man.
In order to kill this Jiu Mozhi, the Shaman Sect had sent out all of their elites. They had also spent a lot of manpower and resources to set up an inescapable net. There was no way this person could escape.
"You, what do you Shamans want? This is the Tibetan capital. If an assassination happens here, even if you are Shamans, you will not be able to escape death.”
A red-robed Ningma Sect disciple appeared fierce on the outside but was weak on the inside.
"Don't worry, we've already thought about this. That's why we booked an inn near the city gate.”A shaman elder laughed and said," After we kill you, we will leave through the city gates. Even if the Tibetan King finds out about this, we will have already fled and returned to the Mongolian grasslands. Even if the Tibetan army is powerful, can you still find our whereabouts in the vast grasslands? No matter how clever your words are today, it is difficult for you to escape death today.”
He had already planned everything, even how to escape.
"You, you guys!"
The legs of the Ningma Sect disciples were trembling. They were so regretful that their intestines were green. If they had known that these Shamans had ill intentions, they would not have let their senior brother Jiu Mozhi come here.
However, it was too late for regrets now.
"Attack, kill them! Heavy crossbows!”
Right at this moment, First Elder Ba Tu shouted angrily. He smashed the wine cup in his hand down ruthlessly, smashing the cup as a signal.
rustle ~~
In the blink of an eye, all the doors and windows of the inn were opened. A group of archers who had been planted in various buildings immediately appeared. They held terrifying heavy bows in their hands and were filled with killing intent.
Clearly, these were master archers from the grasslands. Each of them was a seasoned warrior, and there were at least a hundred of them.
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