The Holy Mother of White Lotus lies quietly in the amethyst coffin. Even if she falls into a deep sleep, she still carries an ultimate artistic conception with her. Time will not fade and the years will not wear off.
The aura and coercion that Ruoyouruowu exuded made He Hongyao feel a huge sense of oppression, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of surrender.
"Holy Mother, the construction of the White Lotus Altar has been completed, and the lucky person who will preside over it has also been found."
"As long as the sacrifice is completed and the empress returns from her hometown of Vacuum, that will be the time when our White Lotus Sect will see the light of day again."
He Hongyao said with a pious face, bowed again, and slowly disappeared.
When she appeared again, she was already in Zuixian Pavilion on the thirty-sixth floor of Zuixian Tower.
Beside the table placed in the center of Zuixian Pavilion, a middle-aged man with a heroic appearance was rolling up his sleeves, holding a leg of lamb upside down with a bronze-like arm, and was tearing it into big bites.
There are scars on the man's face. Even though they have healed, they still ruin his appearance. The scars are turned out, like a spider web, and extremely ugly.
This middle-aged man is none other than Pan Yingjun, the head of the Xijiang Sword Sect, a master of the third level of martial arts.
Pan Yingjun's real name was Pan Xijiang, and he had a strong legacy from Wei Wu. He took advantage of his master Zhu Jun, who was the head of the Xijiang Sword Sect, to retreat and break through to the master realm, and successfully hooked up with his master's wife Guan Tong.
Guan Tong's identity is not simple. She is the daughter of the great elder of the Xijiang Sword Sect. Her martial arts cultivation has reached the fourth level of enlightenment, ranking among the top five in the Xijiang Sword Sect.
The two of them had a fierce relationship, and Pan Yingjun was accompanied by a special talent, which directly captured the heart of the master's wife, obtained a lot of cultivation resources, and greatly improved his cultivation.
But if you often walk by the river, how can your shoes not get wet?
Pan Yingjun was caught and raped in bed by his master Zhu Jun. Not only was he severely beaten, but also left with forty-nine sword marks on his face, which completely disfigured him.
If it weren't for his wife Guan Tong to counterattack at the critical moment and kill the former boss Zhu Jun, Pan Yingjun's end would have been even more miserable and he wouldn't be as successful as he is today.
With the support of his master's wife Guan Tong, Pan Yingjun successfully ascended to the throne of the head of the Xijiang Sword Sect, and even successfully broke through to the third level, becoming the only strong master of the Xijiang Sword Sect.
Pan Yingjun was very concerned about his appearance. After being disfigured, he became more paranoid and even changed his name to Pan Yingjun.
It can be said that appearance is Pan Yingjun's taboo. Countless people were killed for offending this taboo, including many disciples of the Xijiang Sword Sect.
While munching on the browned mutton leg, Pan Yingjun said calmly: "I wonder if the saint has summoned me to give me any advice?"
He Hongyao turned around slowly, the tassels on his brows fluttering slightly, his beautiful eyes as cold as ice, and his voice extremely indifferent.
"Master Pan, do you think your wings are stiff and you want to leave the White Lotus Sect?"
Pan Yingjun vomited, and a piece of bone fell on the table. He stretched out his hand to wipe the grease on his mouth and said nonchalantly: "The saint is joking, I don't dare!"
I don't know when, little fires appeared in the distance, and gradually the fiery red light rushed into the night, forming a prairie fire and dyeing the sky red.
He Hongyao slowly turned around, stood by the window again, looked at the raging fire in the distance, and said in a cold voice: "Master Pan, everything you rely on has been burned to ashes by the raging fire!"
"What's the meaning?"
Pan Yingjun was stunned and asked with some doubts.
But soon, he looked through the window and saw the raging fire in the distance, and his heart suddenly felt cold, and murderous intent filled the air.
With just a quick glance, Pan Yingjun recognized the location of the fire, which was exactly where the Xijiang Sword Sect was stationed.
Not only did this flame not go out, but it grew even higher, like a sea of fire, overwhelmingly sweeping across the entire Xijiang Sword Sect.
Obviously, this was not an accidental fire, but someone did it deliberately.
Pan Yingjun looked at He Hongyao with red eyes, filled with murderous intent, and said coldly: "Holy girl, what does this mean?"
"Pan Yingjun, if I, the White Lotus Sect, can support you to become the head of the Xijiang Sword Sect, I can naturally destroy the Xijiang Sword Sect."
"Don't you really think that you are so charming that you can make Guan Tong follow you wholeheartedly, even to the point of killing her husband?"
"Haha, Guan Tong is the incense master of the Nanjun Branch of the Pingzhou branch of the White Lotus Sect. He is responsible for infiltrating the entire Xijiang Sword Sect."
He Hongyao sneered, with a strong look of ridicule on his face.
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible?"
Pan Yingjun seemed a little unable to accept it, raised his head and roared.
Waves of air suddenly rolled around the world, and the heaven and earth were suppressed, as if the sky was about to fall. The wrath of a grandmaster was not something ordinary people could withstand.
A martial arts master who is in the third level of martial arts. Every move represents the power of heaven and earth. He is vaguely otherworldly, neither human nor immortal, half human and half immortal.
However, Pan Yingjun's majestic aura had already dissipated before he even got close to He Hongyao.
The vigorous confrontation was over before it even started.
Pan Yingjun couldn't help but take a step back and looked at He Hongyao in horror.
Even if he didn't mean anything and just wanted to teach He Hongyao a lesson casually, it was not something that the third-level middle class could resist.
Being able to oppress him in turn, or even force him to retreat, can only mean that He Hongyao is at least a third-level master.
He roared in disbelief: "You are actually a third-level strong man!"
"hehe!"
He Hongyao did not answer, but the sarcasm on his face became even stronger.
As a saint of the White Lotus Sect, the technique she practices is the supreme inheritance of the White Lotus Sect, "Visualizing the White Lotus Virgin to Become a God and Eternal Life".
This inherited technique is extremely strange. It does not cultivate martial arts, qi, blood, or immortality. Instead, it is similar to the technique of divine descent.
The more devout one's belief in Our Lady of White Lotus is, the stronger the feedback from Our Lady of White Lotus will be, and his strength will naturally increase.
Even though He Hongyao doesn't have any mana fluctuations in her body, her combat power is extremely terrifying, and she can even explode into immortal-level combat power.
Sensing the horror of He Hongyao, Pan Yingjun took a step back without saying a word, his eyes full of fear.
Pan Yingjun was able to become the head of the Xijiang Sword Sect and break through to the third level of the Dharma Realm Grandmaster because he knew the current affairs and would rather suffer some losses than take the initiative to provoke.
Facing weak chickens below the third level, there is nothing to say. You must bully one or two to show your power.
But He Hongyao was obviously far superior to him. As long as he didn't kill him, he could endure it even if he turned his back on him.
In order to live, I will bear the humiliation and bear the burden without trembling!
"If you have anything to do with the saint, just ask me. I will do my best to complete the tasks assigned by the saint without compromise!"
Pan Yingjun's face was full of respect, and there was no trace of casualness on his face.
"Catch Jianggan alive!"
He Hongyao spat out four words coldly.
"This Jiang Gan is a disciple of Taixuan Dao Palace, and he is praised by countless people as the chief senior brother of the inner sect. If he takes action against Jiang Gan, Taixuan Dao Palace will definitely be furious. Then..."
Pan Yingjun said weakly, a look of horror flashed deep in his eyes.