At the bend of the river, ice floes sometimes collide with the shore, leaving traces of deep or shallowness. An earth-yellow tent stands beside it, and the surrounding soil and water flow are bloody and black, as if the blood has settled year after year.

Since the people from Shura Temple moved into the "yellow tent", it has been full of killing and blood. The strong men of the grassland subconsciously refused to approach and vacated a large area around them.

Meng Qi wore a brocade robe and a wooden hairpin tied into a bun. His eyes were full of vicissitudes and he was endlessly mature and splendid, but his face was pale and he was full of madness. He seemed to be crazy at any time and walked slowly towards the yellow tent with his hands in his arms.

"Please." The two Shura Temple disciples guarding at the door looked at Meng Qi and felt their souls tremble, as if the Great Asura Mengnan was facing each other, without stopping or reporting, and letting him in directly.

Meng Qi stretched out his left hand forward, lifted the tent, and before he entered, he smiled indifferently and said, "Shama, your disciple is still too young."

"No matter how mature you are, you can't stop the extremely evil thoughts from scaring you?" The dull sounded like a drumbeat, and came from the person sitting on the head. He had a high nose, broad eyes, blue eyes, brown hair, a typical Western Regions man, his facial features seemed to be cut by a knife, but his hands were twice the size of an ordinary person. He seemed to be able to crush someone's head in one hand, and his body was filled with the spirit of killing and blood evil spirits. It was the practice of the "Rahu Dharma Image" Asura King Shamahuo, and people often call him Rahu.

There were two disciples standing behind Luohu, both of whom were in their twenties. One was tall, had tough facial features, and bloodthirsty eyes. The other was eight feet tall, strong muscles, wearing black fur that looked like a cassock but not a cassock. His eyes were irritable and full of anger at any time and anywhere. He was like a disciple of Shura Temple that Meng Qi knew, practicing the "wrathful appearance". Several years have passed, and he, who was originally above Meng Qi, had not yet stepped through the first ladder.

There was also a man sitting in the tent, describing his old age, wearing a blood robe, with white hair, thick and weird hair, like thin snakes.

"Will you be there too?" Meng Qi smiled slightly, as if he had returned to his own hall, asked casually, and found a place to sit down, calmly and leisurely.

This old man was the "contact envoy" of the Blood Sea Rakshasa sent by the Venerable Wanchuang.

"Can you come, can't I come?" Venerable Wanchuang snorted coldly. He is old and has a high seniority, and has never been happy with the younger generation who pretends to be "extremely evil demon".

Behind him were two disciples of the Blood Clothing Sect, both of whom were men, with their long robes and red eyes. They were crazy and had only fear of the strong, and they had no other human nature. One had a thick bloodline, visible to the naked eye, and the other had a baby's head hanging on his waist.

Luohu did not introduce Lou Jia and others behind him, and there was no need to introduce them. They were all masters present. He Zeng looked at the outdoor scene where he had not even stepped on the first ladder. His huge palm hit the table in front of him and said dullly: "It's extremely evil. There is an old saying in the Middle Origin that you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble. There is also a saying in the Western Regions that you would rather fight with straightforward people than drink with the people who are in love. Just say anything."

If you ask me to say it, I will say it? It’s not as a master’s temperament! Meng Qi slowly turned over the bronze wine cup in front of him, took the wine bag himself, poured a full cup, put it in his mouth. He didn’t taste it, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his nose moved slightly, and he was playing with the fragrance of the wine.

After doing all this, Meng Qi looked up at Luohu and pointed at the man with strong facial features and tall figure: "Is this your personal disciple?"

At this level, Meng Qi can roughly judge the other party's Dharma image by sensing the direction of blood vessels, abnormalities of the acupoints and some characteristics. That person is obviously also "Rahu Dharma image".

"Yes, I've just been promoted to the outdoor scene." Luohu was a little impatient.

This is the flaw of Shura Temple's martial arts, which brings rage, irritability, bloodthirst and desire for battle. Whether they can be restrained or controlled will determine their achievements to a large extent.

"It's the little Luohu who ranked in the top three of the people before..." Meng Qi still didn't get to the point.

Little Luohu's eyes remained unchanged, but his posture seemed to become more straight and showed a little proud. Louga next to him seemed to become more irritable and angry.

The two disciples behind the Wanchuang Venerable looked at Luohu one after another, with a hidden meaning of comparison.

"The top three people on the list are too numerous to count. What do you mean by this?" Luohu said bluntly, "Extremely evil, are you here for the previous battle?"

"So Wan Zhu, you are here for this matter?" Meng Qi did not answer Luohu, turned to look at Venerable Wan Zhu, with a smile on his face.

Venerable Wanchuang said in a voice: "No?"

Luohu, who was in the top leader, became increasingly impatient, and felt that talking to the "extremely evil demon" was like hitting cotton with one punch, which was not in line with the point and was indescribable.

However, in a short time, Meng Qi included the emotional changes in the yellow tent into his "palm", thereby practicing the Yuanxin Seal.

It was not until this time that he replied: "Of course, I want to ask you how you feel, so as to save time to go to the Qingguan."

"How can you feel? Since the Great Sweat has defeated Lu Da and Chonghe, other feelings are no longer important." The wrinkles on the face of Venerable Wanchuang bloomed one after another, and his smile was extremely ferocious.

Luohu asked without answering, "Extremely evil, how do you feel?"

"Lu Da and Chonghe unknowingly broke through the obstacles. They were promoted to Earth Immortal. Da Khan was afraid that he would not be able to sweep the Central Plains. But we joined forces to deal with Kong Wen He Qi and others. The situation of victory and defeat is still clear, and there is no need to worry." Meng Qi looked confident, "At that time, the mountain gates will be broken, the forces will be subverted, and the world's momentum will be re-written. As long as we follow Da Khan, we will definitely get great benefits."

He seemed to have no problem with his words, but Xiao Luohu and Loujia frowned slightly when they heard it. Just follow Dashan?

Suddenly, bells and chanting scriptures came from outside, floating, ethereal and sacred. The tent was then lifted up. A pair of dust-like white boots first came into the eyes of Luohu and others, and then a face that was as happy and angry as anger appeared. Her temperament was empty and unworldly, with a faint smile on her lips, and a white lotus that seemed to be there and not existed, revealing a bit of wisdom in her holiness.

Behind her was a thin old man with a magnificent atmosphere. He held a green lamp in his hand. The light was like beans, motionless. The dim light fell on his white skirt, bringing out the warmth of his hometown and the nobility of his mother.

The eyes of the two disciples of Little Luohu, Loujia and the Bloody Clothing Sect were attracted by her, and they were staring intently, as if they had just walked out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and they had met the flawless fairy in their minds.

Gu Xiaosang! Meng Qi's heart skipped a beat and then returned to normal. He just replaced the extremely evil demon and met acquaintances in succession. Isn't this guy Gu Xiaosang!

Gu Xiaosang moved his lotus step lightly, looking around as if he was smiling: "Come on the night to visit, please forgive the sins of King Asura."

While she was talking, she looked for a seat and sat down. Xiao Luohu and others' eyes kept following, as if they couldn't move their eyes away.

This is the Daluo Saint who is known as the unparalleled beauty?

It’s really worthy of reputation, it’s better to meet than to be famous!

Even the Venerable Wanchuang and Luohu couldn't help but take a few more glances until the Divine Envoy of the Lamp Holding the Lamp came with an emotional look.

Looking at the 66th-ranked envoy of the lantern list, standing respectfully beside Gu Xiaosang, without sitting down, looking at the coveted and fearful expressions of Venerable Wanzhu and Luohu, looking at Xiao Luohu, Loujia and others who were full of desire, Meng Qi suddenly felt a subtle feeling, as if he had never really examined Gu Xiaosang.

Her status in the Luo Sect is so high that the Grandmaster has no complaints at all?

The holy and noble she shows now is different from the eccentric and moody in front of her. Which one is the real her?

Speaking of which, I have never seen her show or image in front of others...

Gu Xiaosang looked at Luohu with a smile: "A few seniors were discussing the battle before the discussion?"

"Yes, Lu Da and Chonghe are suddenly promoted to the Grandmaster, which is inevitable that they are uneasy." Meng Qi took the initiative to talk to see if he could get any important news.

Gu Xiaosang's smile remained unchanged: "It's indeed unexpected, but many things are irreversible. Do some seniors agree?"

Luohu and Meng Qidu frowned slightly. I don’t know what she meant. Only the Venerable Wanchuang had a little emotional ups and downs, and then calmed down, and said with a hoarse smile: “Of course, the strength of the Great Soldiers is fully revealed, and my Blood Clothing Sect will definitely participate in the grand event!”

Hey, before the Blood Sea Luosha could speak, did you make a promise? Or did the Blood Clothing Sect be determined? Meng Qi suddenly felt confused.

Gu Xiaosang's eyes were flowing, his eyes were clear, and he turned to say, "Behind Gao Lan's accomplishment, he had ambition. He had tried to connect the Khan to the south before, and took action at the critical moment, killing one of Chonghe and Lu Da, and then rebel against him, joining the remaining Khan to expel Khan, so as to balance the strength of the aristocratic families and sects. As a result, the three of them have broken through one after another, and he can no longer play an important role, and his plan has completely failed."

The news she revealed was quite shocking, which made Luohu and the Venerable Wanzhu a little stunned and asked in unison:

"Has Gao Lan defected to the grassland?"

One joy and one nervous.

The little girl spoke in a false and real way, and it was not worth her life to deceive people to death. The Human Emperor Sword did not mention a word... Meng Qi looked at Gu Xiaosang's white and holy face and cursed in his heart.

She actually told such a thing openly, not worried about leaking the secret at all?

"Now he is in a difficult position to ride a tiger." Gu Xiaosang smiled faintly. "In order to prove his sincerity, he attracted many forces to form alliances with the grassland, such as accompanying the Cao family in Beijing. Now, when they saw the might of the Khan, they have abandoned him and completely surrendered to the Khan's feet. This is the Cao family's letter of fame."

She took out a head, her long hair was loose, her face was handsome, her eyes were wide open, and she was filled with an incredible expression. Blood was still flowing, falling down along Gu Xiaosang's hand.

Cao Xianzhi? Cao Xianzhi, the true king of Qingyuan Miaodao! Meng Qi's heart suddenly contracted and almost lost control!

Cao Xianzhi was actually dead?

He was killed when he was pregnant and became a master again?

With a premonition of danger, Cao Xianzhi should not have reacted without a reaction if he was close to him!

With his power, even if several masters of the Cao family take action together, even if they use the magic weapon, he will have a chance to escape!

Gu Xiaosang's face is plain and crystal clear as beautiful jade, with a shallow and light smile. He was holding a hideous head in front of him, dying with his eyes open. The two contrasts made her have a kind of charm.
Chapter completed!