Under the deliberate spread of many masters, the story of Li Xiaobai leading a group of strong men to kill the gods spread throughout the Zhongyuan world and became a household name.
Ying Diao officially changed the name of Jianzong to the Wicked Gang, in order to commemorate Li Xiaobai's feats and so that the world could always remember this name.
Long Xue went to the underground secret room where Li Xiaobai had previously retreated, and moved out the statues one by one, and erected them on the top of the second peak. Originally, the sect wanted to erect a monument and write a biography for him, but unexpectedly, they gave away his statue early in the morning. Once it's carved, it saves trouble.
Not only Li Xiaobai's own, but the entire secret room was crowded with statues of monks. Long Xue moved out all the statues of Yitizhu Yanzuzi and others and placed them behind the statue of Li Xiaobai.
"Perhaps he sensed that his end was coming early? Otherwise, how could he carve a portrait of himself with his own hands?"
Long Xue didn't understand, and Ying Diao was also confused, but this was the only explanation at the moment, because no matter how you looked at it, this statue was just an ordinary statue. There was nothing special except that the material was made of natural materials and earthly treasures. place.
It can only be regarded as a portrait.
"The guests have arrived!"
Chen Yuan, the great butler, still did his duty and shouted loudly to remind Ying Diao of the arrival of the major superpowers.
"I've met Sect Leader Ying!"
"In response to the sect leader's condolences, Master Li Feng showed up for the righteousness of the human race. We are all very sad!"
"Today I brought my disciples here to express my condolences. It's just a trivial thing, but it's not respectful!"
A group of Saint Realm masters each presented a storage ring as a token of their affection. Ying Diao nodded, took the space ring, and glanced at it briefly. They were all good things. These masters were not very perfunctory in giving gifts. All are rare treasures.
"If you fellow Taoists are serious, I believe that their souls in heaven will rest in peace."
"The Zhongyuan Realm has been preserved, and the disaster of the immortals and gods has passed. I believe that their deaths were worth it. In the future, the Zhongyuan Realm needs to be rebuilt, and everyone needs to work together to assist our gang of villains. Only in this way can it be considered worthy." It’s only when we truly have an explanation for the deceased!”
Ying Diao nodded and said slowly.
He quietly pointed out the status of the masters of the Villain Gang. Although the strong men were dead, the covenant was not invalidated. The fact that all these powerful sects were dependent on them remained unchanged. This was a knock on them. , don’t be careful, there are no major super sects in the Zhongyuan Realm anymore, all they have are evil people ganging up on one family!
"This is natural. When I heard that Jian Zong changed its name to the Villain Gang, it must be to better let the world remember this day. We must do our best to create a golden age in the Zhongyuan world!"
"You all come here and kneel down!"
"Kowtow a few times to the sculpture above. You must know that you are able to survive until now, all thanks to these seniors who sacrificed their lives for it!"
Several super sects' holy realm masters showed no red faces, pointing to the statue of Li Xiaobai above and asking their disciples to kneel down and kowtow. They did not feel any shame or embarrassment because they had deserted during the war.
After all, no matter how famous you are, no matter how high your cultivation level is, it will not help. The only way to survive is to survive in the end.
Those who survived are still the pillars of their respective sects, but this evil gang is not so lucky. Although they have protected the human race and the Zhongyuan Realm, except for Ying Diao, there are no Saint Realm masters in the sect. If things go on like this, As long as Li Xiaobai's influence dissipates, people will naturally rebel and break away from the evil gang.
"yes!"
At the second peak, at the foot of the mountain, countless disciples knelt down at this moment and kowtowed respectfully several times towards the top of the mountain. They could not guess or understand the thoughts of the senior officials. At this moment, kowtowing was done willingly. Li Xiaobai was a sentient being.
His spiritual support, his death was not lost in the long river of time, but instead made them admire and respect him even more.
The strong power of faith can be seen with the naked eye, constantly sinking into the leading statue, and a considerable part of it is integrated into the other statues.
Outside the mountain gate.
In the mortal world, countless creatures are worshiping at this moment. Whether they are ordinary people, emperors and generals, village women in the mountains, or even monsters, they are all bowing in the direction of the evil gang and paying homage.
This is the awe that emanates from the depths of a living being’s life.
There was a steady stream of monks coming towards the second peak, wanting to express their condolences and gathering at the foot of the second peak.
On the sea.
In a certain island, smoke is lingering and the fairy spirit is misty.
Among them, the apes are jumping around happily, and what is happening in the outside world seems to have nothing to do with them.
A woman wearing golden armor was looking into the distance, muttering to herself: "He is actually dead?"
An old ape appeared next to her: "Xiao Liuzi, his death bought you time. The crack opened by the arrival of the immortal gods broke the shackles. In the future, monks with three divine fires in the holy realm can be born in the Zhongyuan world.
Now, practice well and ascend in a hundred years to find my uncle!"
"yes!"
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Deeper in the vast underwater world, the Kun jumped and screamed, causing the waves to surge on the surface of the water.
"My brother is actually dead. I haven't cultivated enough to keep pace with you. How could you leave first!"
Kun was wailing endlessly, and many sea monks on the seabed were so shocked that their eyes turned white.
"Lu Yifa, what are you screaming for?"
A loud, wild voice roared, and Kun's whine was swallowed back into his stomach.
"Made, can't you just remember my brother?"
…
On the sea, a huge ship passed by, and a rickety old man with a small goatee pointed at a statue standing on the bow of the ship and said.
"Did you see it? This man is Li Xiaobai, the leader of the Villain Gang. He once took a ride on my boat, the Old Goat!"
"When the old man set out for the Northern Continent, it was Old Goat and I who personally escorted him there!"
…
The mood of the crowd was low, and their hearts were full of reverence. The monks in the Fairy Continent had no feelings for the Zhongyuan World, but at this moment they all felt as if they had lost something in their hearts. Many masters spontaneously stopped practicing and were slightly agitated.
He was pacing in place, not knowing where this unreasonable uneasiness came from.
Ying Diao led a group of Saint Realm masters into the sect master's hall to discuss matters. Some things must be said first, otherwise troubles will easily arise later.
"Your kindness is greatly appreciated. I would like to express my condolences today and thank you for your support!"
Ying Diao cupped his fists and cupped his hands, and said with a respectful expression.
"What are you talking about? This is what we should do. Without Master Li Feng, who is not afraid of death and understands justice, where would our lives be safe?"
"Just after the war, the Zhongyuan world is in ruins and waiting to be revitalized. The sect master summoned us at this time. I guess it was for this matter, right?"
Several Saint Realm experts laughed.
Ying Diao nodded: "Yes, you may have any opinions, but it doesn't matter!"
"Well, it's actually simple to say. The power of the immortal gods was also seen by the sect leader. During the massacre, most of our sect was destroyed by it. Both the disciples and the resource treasure house were all melted by the venom.
, If the Evil Gang is willing to provide some wealth and resources to subsidize me, I will wait and believe that Zhongyuan World will be rebuilt soon..."
The super-powerful big shots frowned, a strange color flashed in their eyes, they rubbed their hands and said in embarrassment.