Qu Guanliang's wonderful journey into the world turned into a "war chasing his wife".
The two are equally skilled, and neither can do anything to the other.
Xia Baiyou was filled with anger and could not vent her anger, so she forcibly ended her travels and wanted to return to Kunlun.
Qu Guanliang was reluctant to leave Xia Baiyou and was moved by his evil heart.
On the occasion of apologizing, Xia Baiyou was stupefied with Xuanmen medicine and tried to do something evil.
But at that moment, Su Xinglan arrived.
The third elder of Kunlun rescued Xia Baiyou and launched an endless pursuit of Qu Guanliang without saying a word.
That chase lasted for more than a month.
Qu Guanliang knew that he was no match for Su Xinglan, so he turned around and ran towards Xuanmen.
Su Xinglan ignored him and chased him all the way.
In this way, when Qu Guanliang fled back to Xuanmen, he surrounded Su Xinglan with three thousand Xuanmen disciples, causing trouble that no one could stop in Xuanmen and Kunlun.
It stands to reason that Su Xinglan, who had lost his mind, was undoubtedly a sheep in the tiger's mouth when he came to Xuanmen.
Xuanmen and Kunlun are thousands of miles apart.
Even if Kunlun's foundation was not weak and Xia Baiyou went back to inform, the reinforcements would not be able to arrive in time.
But something unexpected happened.
The third elder of Kunlun, wearing a green shirt, was sitting on the top of Xuanmen. At the cost of losing ten years of his life, he borrowed the fortune of heaven and cast a secret method.
Photographed from thousands of miles away, Kunlun's most precious treasure, the Taixuan Sword, fell from the sky.
One sword destroyed the main hall of Xuanmen.
His blood spurted out wildly and his hair was flying.
It's like a god descending to earth, laughing wildly and roaring to the sky.
That day, Xuanmen flowed with blood, and eight hundred of its three thousand disciples died.
That day, a lunatic named Su Xinglan cut off Qu Guanliang's head while surrounded by Taixuan Sword and left in style.
That day was the greatest humiliation of the Xuanmen sect in its thousands of years of existence.
Then, because of Qu Guanliang's death, Xuanmen launched a challenge to Kunlun.
One month later, the founder of Xuanmen passed away.
On the same day, the ancestor of Kunlun went west with a smile on his face.
This confrontation between the two factions fell into silence because the two old gods "shaked hands and made peace" and died together.
From now on, each takes a step back and does not offend each other.
Duan Zuoquan did not receive the notice from his master asking him to take action against Kunlun.
Although there will definitely be friction among the six major forces fighting for destiny, and they may even "fight each other".
But it's still early, and other forces are hiding in the dark and watching. There is no need for Xuanmen to be the leader.
Duan Zuoquan walked back and forth in the living room holding his mobile phone.
He thought about it for a long time and finally chose to stand still.
When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured.
The other party wrote him a letter, and it came out of nowhere. He was obviously using him as a weapon and wanted to take advantage of him.
Before he could see the benefits he needed, Duan Zuoquan asked himself whether he would be blinded by other people's mentality.
He walked to the table and tore up the "disgusting" letter with a sneer.
"Ding."
The mobile phone text message alert sounded again.
Duan Zuoquan threw the broken letter into the trash can and found that the person who texted him was an unknown number.
He opened the text message warily and squinted at it.
The next moment, his pupils were dilated, his breathing was rapid, he was backing up as if he had seen a ghost, and his chest was heaving.
"That's it." Duan Zuoquan leaned over and supported the table with both hands, excited.
On the screen of the mobile phone, a line of small words clearly appeared: It is unknown who the person with the true Phoenix destiny is, but it must be related to Lingxi.
...
In the Li Family Buddhist Hall, the young monk Li Muzi, wearing a bright yellow cassock, was chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name, with a smile on his face.
Buddhism saves the world and is devoted to good deeds, so how can it stain its hands with blood?
He knocked on the wooden fish, chanted the Buddha's name, and took refuge devoutly: "My Buddha is compassionate, sees the suffering of all living beings, and helps all living beings to be liberated."
