At the end of the sentence, Sanmiao gritted her teeth and fell silent, and everyone was silent.
After a moment, Qinglong slowly said: "The Qingyun Sect's Immortal-killing Sword is indeed very weird. Once injured under the sword, it will have a strong suppression on the people in my demon sect, and the injuries will not be easily healed. The same was true for the leader of the day. In the end,
Drinking hate."
As soon as he said this, everyone's expressions changed slightly, and their eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the jade urn in his hand. Qinglong's expression was as usual, and no change could be seen.
On the other hand, the Ghost King coughed a few times, with a wry smile on his lips, and said: "Everyone, the situation of the Holy Religion is critical right now, and the leader Qiu has unfortunately passed away. We should discuss the outcome whether to advance or retreat."
Everyone was silent. Those present here are indeed the most important figures in the Demonic Cult today. The four most powerful sects are here. Their status in the Holy Cult is very important, and they have been following the four great saints beside the previous leader.
The envoys have also come, and it is not wrong to say that the fate of the Demon Sect is in the hands of these people.
After a while, the woman in black standing behind Qinglong, Suzaku, one of the four holy envoys of the Demon Cult, suddenly spoke, with a cold tone, and said: "The leader has a will before his death, let us quickly retreat to the wilderness.
The temple needs to rest and recuperate, and there should be no more disputes within a period of time. In this case, we just obey the order, why do we need to discuss it further?"
The Ghost King frowned and said nothing, but the Poison God sitting next to him was somewhat disapproving and said calmly: "It is certainly enviable that these envoys are alone and can come and go freely, but we and other four sects are different.
Over the years, the Holy Tree has spread its roots and influence all over the world, and our factions and sects have also secretly managed and established many foundations in various places along the way, so we can't just throw them away like this, right?"
The black scarf on Suzaku's face moved slightly, and a murderous look suddenly appeared in his bright eyes. He seemed to be angry that the Poison God and other figures from the major factions of the Holy Cult questioned the death of the leader Qiu Wangyu.
And she was obviously not the only one who had the same feeling. Before Suzaku could speak, the white tiger, who was also standing behind Qinglong and was as tall as a giant and as strong as a giant, had already shouted angrily: "The leader's bones are not yet cold, are you planning to rebel?"
His scolding voice was like thunder, making everyone's ears roar. It was obvious that he had a profound spiritual practice.
But except for Yuyangzi and Sanmiao who changed their expressions slightly, the faces of the Ghost King, the Poison God, and Xiao Wan, who was standing next to the Ghost King, were all calm and seemed unmoved at all.
Seeing the expressions of the two old men, Bai Hu was furious. He moved and seemed to be about to step forward, but suddenly a hand stretched out in front of him, but it was Qinglong who stopped him.
Among the four holy envoys, Qinglong has always been the leader and has great prestige. Baihu snorted, said nothing more, and retreated.
Qinglong didn't look back at him, his eyes only glanced at the Ghost King and the Poison God, and then said: "Fellow sect leaders, the Holy Sect is leaderless at the moment. You may have other thoughts in your mind. I can't control it too much, but the four of us
People have followed the leader for many years, but they must obey the orders and return to the wild temple, not to mention the remains of the leader and the ashes are here, so there is no room for loss."
After saying that, he actually stood up and walked out with the jade urn in his arms. It seemed that he no longer had the slightest trust or patience in these figures from the Holy Sect.
Behind him, White Tiger and Suzaku both sneered and followed immediately. The remaining white and fat Xuanwu glanced at everyone here, suddenly let out a long sigh, looked desolate, put his hands behind his back, and then left.
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Watching the four holy envoys walking away, the expressions on the faces of Yuyangzi and Sanmiao were a little complicated, with a hint of worry. However, after the two old men, the Poison God and the Ghost King, looked at each other, their respective expressions changed.
But it hasn't changed at all.
After a while, the Poison God did not look at the two young men. He only looked at the Ghost King and said, "Brother, what do you think?"
The Ghost King coughed a few times and said with a wry smile: "These four envoys have spoken to such an extent. If they don't return to the Wilderness Temple, I'm afraid they will be exposed in the future and be attacked by the crowd. Wouldn't it be bad?"
The Poison God snorted and said: "That being said, our sect has been operating privately in various parts of China for many years, how can we just abandon it?"
The Ghost King looked gloomy and breathless, and it looked like the situation was getting worse. He whispered: "Take a step and see what happens."
Xiao Wan, who was standing next to him, was startled and quickly leaned over to support him. However, at this moment, he suddenly heard the Ghost King coughing violently, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his chest was stained with blood.
This time, Poison God and the other three people were all shocked and stood up.
Xiao Wan's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, and many members of the Ghost King's sect rushed in, surrounding the Ghost King.
The Poison God shook his head, signaled to Yuyangzi and Sanmiao, and walked out together. Behind them, everyone in the Ghost King Sect was already in a mess.
Walking outside the door, the Poison God pondered for a moment and said: "Now that the matter has come to this, what are your plans?"
Sanmiao looked up at him and said, "Master told me before he passed out that our Hehuan sect would move back to the wilderness."
Yuyangzi also said: "Our Changshengtang branch has been responsible for guarding the temple for many years, so we also want to return to the temple."
The Poison God nodded and said: "In that case, then you can go ahead."
Yuyangzi and Sanmiao bowed to him, turned around and left. However, Yuyangzi had only walked a few steps when suddenly they heard the voice of the Poison God from behind, saying: "Yuyang, wait a moment, I'm still here."
I have something to tell you."
Yuyangzi was a little surprised and stopped. Sanmiao next to him silently glanced at the two of them, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, but then he hurried away.
The Poison God took Yuyangzi aside, and seeing no one around him, he took out a bag from his arms and handed it to Yuyangzi.
Yuyangzi was a little surprised. He took it and opened it, and his face suddenly changed color. He saw that the thing in the bag was the most important treasure of the Changsheng Hall, and it was also the Yin-Yang Mirror, the portable magic weapon of the former sect leader Duan Hou.
Yuyangzi immediately grabbed the bag, raised his head and whispered to the Poison God: "Senior, this..."
The Poison God sighed and said: "I accidentally collected this object when I retreated from Qingyun Mountain. I only regretted that I was unable to save Brother Duanhou at that time. The Yin-Yang Mirror is the first magic weapon of the Changsheng Hall, and it should be returned.
As for you, just put it away properly."
Yuyangzi's face was full of gratitude, he nodded repeatedly, put away the Yin-Yang Mirror, and at the same time said seriously to the Poison God: "Thank you, senior, I will definitely remember this great kindness in the hearts of everyone in the Changsheng Hall. If you need anything in the Wild Temple in the future, I will help you."
Yes, no matter what the instructions are, Changsheng Hall will definitely help you with all its strength."
The Poison God nodded and said with a smile: "We are all from the holy sect, so there is no need to be polite. It's getting late, so you should prepare to leave early."
Yu Yangzi agreed, turned around and strode away. Looking at his expression, he seemed to be very happy to get the Yin Yang Mirror, which suddenly diluted the sadness he felt not long ago. (To be continued)