Jian Zhen went to the Niutou Mountain opposite the Slaughter Temple, easily defeated the Snake and Crane Saints, and returned to the Slaughter Forest in an instant.
Just a moment after he left, the glory of Niutoushan flashed, and a mirror seemed to appear.
After the light disappeared, several figures suddenly appeared in the empty space on the top of the mountain.
The wind is strong on the mountain top and the grass and trees are low.
The leader was eight feet long, with a black beard, black hair, and a black cloak, all of which were fluttering in the wind.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and pursed his lips slightly: "This Shasheng Temple is worthy of being a thousand-year-old sect. There is such a great demon guarding the temple."
"I'm afraid only those lunatics at Wanshou Villa would come up with their idea."
There is no hint of contempt behind the words.
Behind him was a man of eight feet tall. He had a tall nose and broad eyes. He was not angry and intimidating. His aura was astonishing at just a glance. He was none other than the leader of the Ghost Sect, Mu Hongye.
As the leader of the Ghost Sect, the number one cult in southern Xinjiang, Mu Hongye bowed his head and showed respect to the man in front of him.
It can be seen that the identity of the other party must be extraordinary.
"Hahaha, but thanks to our ally, we finally forced the Sesshou Temple to show its back." The man stood at the highest point of Niutou Mountain, looking at the undulating mountains in the distance, with a slight curl of the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, the first ray of morning light between heaven and earth broke through the darkness.
A ray of light fell on the earth.
It reflected the broken limbs and broken arms all over the mountains and plains.
The mist in the mountains is steaming and dyed with a faint blood color.
Mu Hongye, who had his head lowered, couldn't help but shrink his pupils when he saw this scene.
Even though he had practiced cultivation for hundreds of years and experienced life and death, he almost lost his mind when he saw such a scene.
This shows how cruel the battle outside the Sesshou Temple was last night.
During this trip, Wanshou Villa suffered numerous casualties. The second and third owners of the village were arrested. Together with the fourth and fifth owners who had been arrested before, the vitality of Wanshou Villa was severely damaged.
In contrast, the Killing Life Temple relied on the 'Thousand Machine Sword Pavilion' and the 'Slaying Barrier' and did not damage its foundation.
However, under the crazy attack of the demon clan, the hidden trump card was completely exposed.
"Your Majesty, the main force of Wanshou Villa has been exhausted, and only a winger demon tribe is left dormant outside. Do you want to send disciples..." Mu Hongye's voice was very low, but it fell clearly on everyone's ears.
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The man he called his envoy groaned, but did not respond directly. As if to test him, he looked at the young man on his left: "Chong'er, what do you think?"
The young monk grinned, his eyes gleaming like sharp swords. He bowed to the leading man and said, "Master, I think we should beat up the drowned dog and take advantage of the situation."
"As long as we take them down, the strength of Longevity Villa will be reduced by another level. In the future, our Holy Cult will raise its troops and march northward without any effort."
His tone was high-spirited and his words were full of ambition, as if he was going to take the lead and capture Longevity Villa in the next moment.
But he didn't notice the slight frown on the head master's face.
On the other side, although Mu Hongye still lowered his head, he could not hide the disdain curling up at the corner of his mouth.
The Ghost Sect had been suppressed several times by the Sanshou Temple before, and it seemed that it had lost its position as the largest sect in southern Xinjiang.
Not only that, all the evil sects in Southern Xinjiang fell apart, and even Lieguang Pavilion and Duanmai Mountain were out of control.
For a time, the Ghost Cult's position in southern Xinjiang became very embarrassing.
So after Mu Hongye came out of confinement, he thought hard about the solution.
Hard work paid off, and he actually found a way.
According to old legend, the founder of the Ghost Sect was Taoist Priest Netherworld.
Taoist Priest Netherworld is from the Huangquan Sect, the number one demon sect in the world.
At that time, he was one of the disciples of the Underworld Sect. By chance, he obtained the ghost flame and earned the title of Netherworld Taoist. Later, he practiced to the inner realm, communicated with the ghost flame and obtained the inheritance of the ancient Youquan Old Ghost.
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So he traveled far to southern Xinjiang, and he discovered the place of inheritance, and then founded a sect and created the Ghost Sect.
At the beginning, he created the Ghost Sect which was originally just a branch of the Huangquan Sect in southern Xinjiang. However, he did not expect that the Ghost Sect was becoming increasingly prosperous in southern Xinjiang.
However, the Huangquan Sect was repeatedly suppressed by the imperial court, so contact was cut off.
It was not until the Sesshou Temple severely damaged the Ghost Sect several times that Mu Hongye felt that he no longer had a foothold.
Only then did the relationship resume.
The honorable envoy in front of me is Venerable Fenjie, one of the twenty-four ghost envoys of the Huangquan Sect.
This Venerable Master of the Burning World is good at using fire techniques, and he is said to be able to steam the flowers and scorch the gold and flow the rocks wherever he goes.
Even among the Huangquan Sect, there are few who can match it.
This time he came to southern Xinjiang, firstly to take back the Ghost Sect, and secondly to explore the reality of Sesshou Temple.
After witnessing the methods used by the Shasheng Temple, Venerable Fen Jie considered his trip worthwhile.
The only flaw is that my disciple is really not very enlightened.
After hearing the disciple's answer, Venerable Fenjie's eyes turned cold and he said leisurely: "Wanshou Villa?"
Qian Zifang followed his master day and night, and had already developed the ability to observe words and emotions. When he saw his master's reaction, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly explained: "Ah, Wanshou Villa is one of the three holy places of the Monster Clan. If I were to
When the Holy Religion is brought under its command, it will definitely become more powerful and unstoppable."
"idiot!"
A sharp shout interrupted Qian Zifang's thoughts.
Qian Zifang knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly lowered his head in panic and took half a step back.
Venerable Fenjie snorted coldly: "It's just Longevity Villa, our holy religion can be easily obtained long ago, so why wait until now?"
After speaking, he turned to look to the other side and saw Mu Hongye's expression was deep and thoughtful, so he asked, "What do you think, Master Mu?"
Mu Hongye glanced at Venerable Fenjie for a moment, and then at Qian Zifang who was beside him with his head down, with hesitation flashing across his face.
"But it doesn't matter, don't worry about it." Venerable Fenjie seemed to understand his concerns and spoke again.
"The humble official believes that the tiger should be let go and the fisherman should reap the benefits."
As soon as he finished speaking, Venerable Fen Jie's expression turned calm.
"Oh? How can the fishermen benefit from it?"
This statement is not without consideration.
Mu Hongye immediately said: "Your Majesty, the enemy of my enemy is my friend."
"The demon clan is divided into three parts and has not fallen for thousands of years. Although it has lived in the eight deserts for a long time, it is always the biggest headache for the righteous way to compete with the Great Zhou Dynasty."
"If we take it lightly, it would be better to cut off one of our arms."
"If our holy sect wants to take control of Southern Xinjiang and form a double-team, we must not add insult to injury. Instead, we must protect its luck. Only in this way can we attract an endless stream of monsters and cause chaos in Southern Xinjiang."
"And we can also take advantage of the situation and reap the benefits."
"This is the royal way."
"What a king!" Venerable Fen Jie's eyes flashed slightly. He had long heard that this pastoral leader had great ambitions. Now that he listened to his words and observed his actions, he was indeed a hundred times better than his disciples. At that moment, he couldn't help but feel a love for talents.
"Has the pastor ever had any apprenticeship so far in his practice?"
Hearing this, Mu Hongye's face flashed with joy: "My mentor has passed away for a hundred years, and he has never opened another door since then."
"Very good." Venerable Fen Jie nodded upon hearing this: "In that case, are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"