In front of the Devil's Sect Temple, under the strange-shaped tower, a large group of people are gathering at this moment, all of whom are members of the Devil's Sect. Among them, almost all the leaders of the sects with the highest status are present here. In addition to the large and small factions, now
The four most powerful sects in the demon sect have arrived at the third sect. Of course, Poison God is the leader. Hehuan sect and Changshengtang are also here. Standing in front of the crowd are Sanmiao and Yuyangzi respectively. But the four major sects
There was another extremely powerful Ghost King Sect, but no one showed up at this time, and no one knew where they were.
In addition, there were many people from the Demon Cult who originally followed Qiu Wangyu, the previous leader of the cult. Led by the original four holy envoys of the Demon Cult, they were also present. However, at this moment, they were all scattered, and many of them had even stood directly.
When they arrived at the ranks of other sects, they had obviously been roped in. That is to say, only Qinglong, Baihu and Suzaku were still standing alone, looking particularly lonely.
Many people in the Demon Sect looked at Qinglong and others standing under the Shura Tower with a big urn in their arms, and their eyes showed a bit of evil. This scene was particularly sad. You know,
Not long ago, when the previous leader was still alive, Qinglong and others were hot new people in power, but now the situation is completely different.
However, Qinglong seemed to be unaware of the vaguely hostile glances around him. He just stood in front of the tower with a sad look on his face, holding the large urn containing the ashes of the leader Qiu Wangyu. I don’t know when it started.
, suddenly a faint ancient song floated out from the distant hall, weeping and complaining, the wind blew the flags, people in the demon sect lowered their heads one after another, some silently closed their eyes, and some opened their mouths to sing along with the sound.
That sound seemed to be passed down from ancient times, echoing between heaven and earth, flying and stirring, reaching into the sky.
Qinglong stared at the tower, suddenly picked up a bowl of bright red blood from the ground, and poured it directly on the tower. After a moment, he heard a roar, and then a beam of light fell from the sky, shining on the top of the Shura Tower. Suddenly there was a rumble.
As the sound rang out, a black light appeared on the Shura Tower, and then a shadow appeared across the sky. It was extremely dark, like a netherworld, as if if you look at it one more time, you will fall into darkness and never be reincarnated.
When the black abyss-like shadow appeared, all the people in the Demon Cult knelt down. Qinglong stood at the front, the one closest to the Shura Tower and the black abyss shadow. Even with his
The Taoist practitioner couldn't help but shudder, and he didn't dare to neglect at that moment, and quickly scattered the ashes in the urn in front of the Shura Pagoda, then silently recited ancient scriptures in his mouth, and knelt down to kowtow.
A shrill roar suddenly sounded, but it came from the black abyss-like shadow. It was like an evil ghost howling, as if someone was roaring furiously in it. The sound was so ferocious that all flesh and blood creatures trembled, and the ashes were carried by the wind.
He rose up, mixed with the sand in the sky, and sank under the Shura Pagoda.
The darkness stirred and shimmered, as if something was trying to break free from its confinement. But at this moment, a breeze suddenly came from the temple in the distance, sweeping across the yellow sand land, like sunlight shining into the shadows.
Suddenly all the darkness shrank away.
The sharp roar in the shadow soon fell silent, and then the shadow gradually shrank and finally disappeared on the Shura Tower.
Qinglong watched the ashes scattering in the wind, and unknowingly his face was filled with tears. He knocked his head heavily on the ground, and there was a faint sound of choking. Behind him, Bai Hu and Suzaku were in similar situations, except for Suzaku.
Her face was covered with black veil, so outsiders could not see her expression, but her shoulders shook slightly, and she was obviously very sad.
Compared to these three Holy Envoys of the Demon Cult, other people in the Demon Cult looked much more relaxed. After the ceremony, many people quickly stood up. There was not much sadness on their faces. Instead, they looked at Qinglong.
, White Tiger, and Suzaku had a little more disgust in their eyes.
There were several coughs, but the Poison God walked up to the three of them and said warmly: "The three of you express condolences. The leader is a peerless hero. It is also his wish to be buried under the Shura Pagoda after his death. You don't have to be sad."
Qinglong took a deep breath, wiped away the tears on his face, and after calming down a little, he stood up, saluted the Poison God, and said, "Thank you very much."
The Poison God nodded, looked back at everyone, and then said loudly: "Everyone follow me into the temple. Now that the leader's funeral has been taken care of, it's time for us to discuss the Holy Cult's current countermeasures."
Among the demon sect crowd, some people responded enthusiastically, others showed no expression on their faces and showed no reaction, while others looked left and right, seemingly undecided.
The Poison God didn't care about the crowd. He took the lead and walked towards the main hall. Behind him, the disciples of Wandu Sect immediately followed. There were really many people and the momentum was huge.
As soon as Wandu Sect left, other sects watched for a while, and then one after another began to walk towards the main hall, but the atmosphere in the air began to become heavy and cold. Every time they looked at the people around them, if they were not from the same sect,
There is a sense of caution.
Qinglong, Baihu, and Suzaku stood at the end. Baihu snorted coldly and said, "Brother, do we want to go there too?"
Before Qinglong could reply, Suzaku next to him said, "I don't think I should go there. These people look like they wish we would die as soon as possible. It's disgusting to see them."
Qinglong pondered for a moment, sighed, and said: "Let's go over and have a look. No matter what, we are still members of the Holy Religion after all."
Baihu and Suzaku didn't say anything. Although they seemed a little reluctant, they didn't insist on being stubborn anymore. It was obvious that they still valued the identity of people in the Holy Cult. Qinglong took the two of them a few steps, and Suzaku suddenly
He opened his mouth and said:
"Brother, is Xuanwu really not coming back?"
Qinglong nodded and said, "That's what he said when he left."
Bai Hu said angrily: "This guy is so dishonest. The four of us obviously swore an oath together back then, but he..."
"Okay, stop talking." Qinglong interrupted Bai Hu a little tiredly and said, "This can't be blamed on him. It is true that the situation of our holy religion is not good now. When the opportunity is right in the future, I will naturally come again
Go find him."
Baihu nodded and stopped talking. Qinglong glanced at the large group of Demon Cultists in front of him who were gradually entering the hall, and suddenly said: "No one from the Ghost King Sect is here."
Suzaku said: "Yes, I heard that they held a big funeral for the Ghost King Sect Leader on the edge of the wilderness, and then the man named Xiao Wan ignored it and took the letter said to be left by the Ghost King Sect Leader.
Taking the body of the Ghost King Sect Master and everyone else, they ran back to Huqi Mountain for no apparent reason."
Baihu said angrily: "I think he is really stupid. If he doesn't come here, how can he get anything?"
Qinglong sneered and said, "What do you know? That's really smart."
Suzaku and White Tiger were both startled. Qinglong looked up at the sky, snorted and said, "Just watch, the world will change in the future. I don't know who will have the last laugh." (To be completed.)