Liang Wang Zhu Yong took a sip of fragrant tea and curled up a faint smile.
I don’t know if it’s the smell of tea or the joyful news.
"Da Guangming Temple dyes the southern border, ha ha ha."
"How will the Sesshoji Temple respond?"
Behind him, the Taoist priest in green clothes was still following him like a shadow.
"No matter how we deal with it, it may not be so smooth for Sesshoji to regain control of southern Xinjiang."
"Yeah."
"How's it going at Yanshi Palace?"
"King Liang, don't worry. The people from Yanshi Palace have arrived in southern Xinjiang ahead of schedule and are just waiting to meet up with Daguangming Temple."
"That's good, that's good."
"No matter what, we must not let Southern Xinjiang's destiny take hold."
"In addition, send another urgent letter.
The Sesshou Temple is an uncertain factor. Over time, it may affect our plans! Urge them to prepare quickly!"
"Yes!"
After receiving the order, Taoist Priest Qing Yi turned around and left.
Prince Liang looked at the empty courtyard and didn't know what to think.
……
Nanjiang, Qinghong Villa.
Bu Qingyun tapped his finger, and a wisp of strong wind shot out and flew away.
And in the bamboo forest ten steps away, there was a emerald green.
"Father, your "Qian Kun Yi Throw" is really powerful. I don't know how long it will take for the child to practice it to this level."
Bu Hengqiu's injuries are almost healed.
At this time, he picked up a cup of tea and handed it to him with a flattering expression.
"Humph."
Bu Qingyun's face was indifferent and he didn't even look at him, but he still took the tea.
"You?"
"As long as I don't get into trouble, it will be fine."
Bu Hengqiu scratched his head in embarrassment, but secretly cursed in his heart: It's all that dead girl Bu Lingbo.
This has caused me a lot of harm!
At this moment, a disciple in green shirt burst into the door, holding a letter in his hand.
Seeing this, Bu Qingyun quickly put down the water glass and opened the letter.
One eye and ten lines.
The seriousness on his face has turned into relaxation.
"Great!"
"Da Guangming Temple has set off from Luzhou!"
"Finally, all the hard work was not in vain."
The corners of Bu Qingyun's mouth cracked, but a little green fire flickered on his hand, and soon the letter turned into ashes.
When Bu Hengqiu heard this, his eyes lit up: "Father!"
"You really have a clever plan!"
The smile on Bu Qingyun's face was frozen, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes, which made Bu Hengqiu beside him shiver.
"Evil beast!"
"If it weren't for you!"
"I should have traded the Nebula Banner for the Water Spirit Jade!"
After speaking, he raised his foot and kicked Bu Hengqiu right in the body. He fell several feet before stopping.
In this way, Bu Qingyun can be said to have lost some of his anger.
He snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the backyard.
Behind him, Bu Hengqiu climbed up from the ground with difficulty and wiped away the blood red from the corner of his mouth.
Staring at Bu Qingyun's back, his eyes were burning, as if he was unwilling to accept anything.
The direction Bu Qingyun went was leading to the boudoir of his younger sister Bu Lingbo.
Bu Lingbo, dead girl.
You look good!
There was a trace of madness in Bu Hengqiu's sad eyes.
……
Southern Xinjiang, Zhulong Temple.
Master Huochan naturally already knew the news of the departure from Daguangming Temple.
But now that Sesshou Temple has Shui Ling Jade in hand, many sects throughout southern Xinjiang have changed their views on them.
In order to strengthen his momentum, he contacted several sects during this period.
As soon as I heard that Daguangming Temple was taking the lead, it turned out that many sects who were just outsiders rejoined the team to attack Shasho Temple.
Diancang Sect, Luofeng Valley, Danxin Sect...
This is good, really good.
"The Temple of Killing! Everyone gets it and kills it!"
Master Huochan put down the rosary beads on his chest, stood up slowly, and muttered: "Get ready to go!"
"Amitabha!"
Dozens of disciples behind him were uniform and majestic.
……
Southern Xinjiang, Diancang Sect.
Dian Cang Shuang Ying Hong Tu, has the most contacts with Shasheng Temple.
Whether it was the initial bamboo shoot competition, the later killing conference, or even the last competition.
The power of Shasheng Temple has long left a deep impression on Hongtu.
After the monk from Zhulong Temple visited this time, Cangsong Zhenren actually broke the previous agreement in Shangyang City.
Instead, he joined the side of Daguangming Temple and jointly attacked Shashou Temple!
Hongtu is very ashamed of such behavior.
"Master! Why do you want to help the emperor do evil!"
Master Cangsong frowned and turned around suddenly, his eyes filled with haze.
"Aiding the evildoer?!"
His voice was low, but he seemed to be suppressing seven percent of his anger.
Hongtu couldn't help but take a half step back and shuddered.
This is the first time he has seen his master look like this.
It was only then that he realized that he had been rude just now.
He quickly lowered his head and nodded, clasping his fists with both hands, never daring to look directly into Cang Song's eyes again.
Master Cangsong pondered slightly, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and turned his head again, facing away from Hongtu.
"The Shasheng Temple... uses blood to practice martial arts. How can such an evil sect rely on the water spirit jade to regain dominance over the thousands of sects in our southern border?"
"The Temple of Killing Life...everyone can find it and kill it!"
There was endless killing intent suppressed in his tone.
Let Hongtu behind you shudder.
"But..."
Two words that could not be checked were blurted out, but I remembered the cold eyes of Master Cangsong just now.
The voice suddenly seemed to be forcibly blocked in the throat.
Never utter a syllable again.
Hongtu opened his mouth and finally closed it again.
He raised his head and looked at the slightly old figure.
Maybe I was the one who was wrong all along...
For no reason, the figure of 'Mr. Hong Bean' suddenly flashed in his mind.
Perhaps, Mr. Hongdou is right.
The sect is just a shelter.
The South is where the soul belongs.
……
Southern Xinjiang, Ghost Cult.
On the altar, the face made of flames raged like crazy.
The surrounding cult members were afraid that the green ghost fire would burn them, so they retreated one after another.
"Duanmai Mountain! Lieguang Pavilion!"
"How dare you! How dare you despise my Ghost Cult like this!"
The ghost protector Zuo roared.
As if frightened, the ghost crow flapped its wings and flew into the distance.
He Cangwu listened with his ears tilted and couldn't help frowning. During this period, Protector Zuo became angry more and more frequently.
If this continues, maybe you will be affected too.
Since the competition, Sesshouji Temple has become the final winner.
Holding the water spirit jade in your hand will determine the future direction of southern Xinjiang's "people's destiny".
What's more, killing Buddhist disciples also saved many talented people in southern Xinjiang.
Therefore, many sects flock to it.
They also include Lieguang Pavilion and Duanmai Mountain, two entities that were previously only followed by ghosts.
As a result, the Ghost Cult became a lonely family.
Not to mention unifying all the sects in southern Xinjiang.
Now even the evil ways that usually stick to one thing are beginning to fall apart.
Haha, for the entire southern Xinjiang, the ghost sect cannot be controlled.
In the tomb, the green light flickers.
Only then did I realize that a layer of black cloth was tied around He Cangwu's eyes.
However, in the dark tomb, no one noticed the slight upward movement of the corners of his mouth.
Sure enough, the South is your forever home.
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