Not long after, the two of them were standing outside the gate of Wuya Temple.
As its name suggests, the Wuyasheng Palace is extremely grand, and the entire palace is not inferior even to the Imperial Palace.
Next to the gate of Wuya Temple, there are two huge black dragon statues that are lifelike and powerful. Against the background of these black dragon statues, the figures of Nangong Haochuan and the master of Killing Altar are almost like sesame seeds.
Extremely small.
"The master of the bloodthirsty altar, Nangong Haochuan."
"The master of the killing altar, Shen Mengfei."
"Meet the sect master."
After the two voices reached Wuya Temple, a deep and distant voice came out from inside the temple: "This operation did not bring Zhan Wusha's body back to Black Dragon Cliff."
Nangong Haochuan bent down and said respectfully: "To the sect master, Zhan Wucha's body is far more difficult to deal with after the changes occurred on the way than when he was alive. Even if I and the master of the killing altar join forces, we can't bring it down.
Its uniform.”
The distant and deep voice sounded again: "I have understood the mystery of Zhan Wucha's death. The Canglan Empire and even the entire Shenwu Continent will face a huge disaster. You don't have to worry about this anymore. Go and prepare for the future demonic disaster."
Zonghui, please step aside."
After Nangong Haochuan hesitated for a while, he still asked the Demon Sect leader in Wuya Temple:
"Sect Master, there is a question that I have been holding back in my mind for a long time. I would like to ask you this today. Why did the Sect Master order that no one from our religion should enter the imperial capital eleven years ago?"
"This matter has nothing to do with you! All you need to know is that the ten-year period has come, and after the Demon Sect Conference, it will be the time for us, the bloodthirsty Demon Sect, to re-enter the imperial capital!"
The deep and distant voice said sharply.
After hearing this, Nangong Haochuan and Shen Mengfei couldn't help but look at each other with their expressions changing slightly.
The meaning of the words of the leader of the Demon Sect is very clear. After the Demon Sect Conference, the bloodthirsty Demon Sect will once again have a head-on confrontation with the Canglan Empire. Perhaps a great war is about to begin.
Nangong Haochuan originally wanted to mention Han Jiulin, but after hearing his father's words, he suddenly swallowed what he wanted to say back into his stomach.
On the mountainside of Jiuhuan Peak, inside Yiyun Pavilion.
Han Jiulin used the "Hunyuan Spiritual Energy" for three full days to finally suppress the internal injuries in his body. Although it would take a long time to recover, the internal injuries were no longer serious.
Although this Black Dragon Cliff is the main altar of the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect and is a place where countless cultivators have changed their minds after hearing about it, it is also an excellent holy land for cultivation.
Han Jiulin took the "Hunyuan Spiritual Energy" back into his body and stood up. It was already the twelfth lunar month of winter, and there was naturally white snow flying outside, making it look like a world of ice and snow.
After Han Jiulin opened the window, he saw a rather magnificent palace. At this time, countless attendants were stepping on the snow and making "sand" sounds, walking not far in front of him.
He then looked up and saw a slender figure standing on the pavilion looking down. The figure was wearing a black gold mask and had an extraordinary temperament. There was no doubt that she was the Holy Girl of the Demon Cult.
But perhaps due to a misunderstanding that Han Jiulin was very angry about what the Cruel Envoy had done, the demonic saint turned around and left not long after seeing Han Jiulin.
Although Han Jiulin was confused, he didn't think much about it. He opened the door and thought about going out to relax. Unexpectedly, before he took a few steps out of the door, he was immediately stopped by a clear female voice behind him: "Han Jiulin, why don't you heal your wounds and run away?"
What do you want to do outside?"
"My internal injuries are serious. Why don't you want to go out and relax?"
Han Jiulin said.
"Let's get rid of you! Do you think this is your Qinglong Prince's Mansion?
Come here quickly and take today's elixir first."
Nangong Yuling stared at Han Jiulin and said angrily.
In fact, despite her harsh words, she actually treated Han Jiulin quite well. Not only would she send him a healing elixir every day, but she would also often come to care about Han Jiulin's recovery from his injuries.
Han Jiulin's internal injuries were largely under control in just three days, thanks to Nangong Yuling's care.
After Nangong Yuling waited for Han Jiulin to enter the house, he threw a spiritual pill towards him. After Han Jiulin caught it, he suddenly asked her: "Does your Royal Highness the Saint also live in Yiyun Pavilion?"
Nangong Yuling said: "Why do you ask this?"
"I'm just a little curious."
As he spoke, Han Jiulin swallowed the elixir, turned it into elixir liquid and blended it into his internal organs, and then the "Hunyuan Spiritual Qi" circulated to accelerate the repair of the injuries in the body.
When Nangong Yuling saw Han Jiulin obediently taking the healing elixir, his face softened a little and he said to him: "The Holy Lady was seriously injured in the fight with the monster after Zhan Wucha's mutation, and now she is naturally here too.
Yun Pavilion for recuperation."
"Then the zombie demon formed after the mutation of Zhan Wusha's corpse is so powerful?
Even your Holy Lady was injured?"
Han Jiulin wondered.
Nangong Yuling said: "Not only Your Highness the Saint, but also my father and the master of the Killing Altar together were almost defeated by the corpse after the Zhan Wusha mutation. If the old woman hadn't taken action in time to subdue the strange corpse, now
Maybe even we will die in the desert."
"Is the corpse demon so powerful?"
Han Jiulin couldn't help but be more curious when he heard that even two strong men in the King's Realm could not control the corpse demon under Zhan Wucha's sudden change. At the same time, he was even more impressed by the mysterious old woman's unpredictable cultivation.
"Who says otherwise? The dead are more terrifying than the living. This is the first time I have seen it."
Nangong Yuling spread her hands and said.
"How is your saintess' injury?
Do you need my help to resolve the evil spirit?"
Han Jiulin continued.
"You should rest here and don't cause trouble for me. Don't you know that if you go to see the Holy Lady, you are seeking death?"
Nangong Yuling rolled her eyes at Han Jiulin.
"I have already told you that I did not kill your ruthless Holy Messenger, and I did not do anything illegal to her!"
Han Jiulin felt very powerless. He really couldn't bear the blame even if he didn't want to.
Now when he thinks about this damn scapegoat, Han Jiulin wants to pull out that damn Zong Yuehe and cut him into pieces.
"What you say is useless to me. You can't tell who killed the Cruel Envoy. Who can believe your words?
Do you think Her Majesty the Saint will believe it?"
Nangong Yuling said with a bad smile.
In fact, at this moment, she already somewhat believed that Han Jiulin was not the real culprit who killed the Cruel Envoy. Otherwise, there would be no need for the masters who faced those wild beasts and slaughtered the camp in the desert to risk their lives to let her go first.
get away.
But no matter what, Han Jiulin's inability to tell the identity of the real murderer was still a huge doubt, and she couldn't really trust her cheap cousin.
Maybe Han Jiulin was not the one who killed the ruthless Holy Messenger, but he must also know who killed the Ruthless Holy Messenger and was still covering up the murderer.