Thousands of miles of fertile wilderness, an eternal majestic city.
Unparalleled city.
In the city lord's palace, Dugu Fang looked gloomily after reading the letter sent back from the second envoy of the Phantom Heart Demon in his hand, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly snorted coldly and murmured, "Master of Black Wind Village...if you are still alive and well.
, that's it. If you really die, Dongfang Bubai alone cannot support the huge foundation of your Black Wind Village. Any ambition and resources must match the strength...
..”
Even so, Dugu Yifang still ignored the serious injuries mentioned in the letter by the second envoy of the Phantom Heart Demon, and forcibly suppressed his anger.
He knows very well that a little impatience can mess up a big plan. No matter whether Jiang Dali fights with Xiongba whether he is dead or alive, his friends are not easy to deal with. Therefore, even though he is ambitious, he cannot rush to start a war by adding insult to injury.
The only strategy now is to wait for news.
If the leader of Black Wind Village is really dead or does not appear for a long time, then he has many ways to make Wushuang City gain maximum benefit from the battle with Tianxiahui.
At the beginning, he and the leader of Heifeng Village made a mutual agreement that no matter how many world divisions he conquered in Wushuang City, he would get 30% of the territory and resources as spoils of war.
In fact, as of now, nearly 90% of the sub-alterns under attack in the Tianxiahui have been taken over by his troops from Wushuang City.
Naturally, half of them were not captured by Wushuang City.
It's just that Black Wind Stronghold is short of manpower in the Shenwu Kingdom, so after the territory is conquered, it is handed over to the Wushuang City men and women to take over.
Originally, if Jiang Dali was still alive, of course he would not dare to play any tricks.
But now Jiang Dali's life and death are uncertain. If he is really dead or seriously injured and missing, he can definitely affirm that the nine-component altar he currently occupies was all conquered by Wushuang City.
In the end, according to the agreement, the 30% with the most abundant territory and resources among the 90% was occupied, and the remaining 70% could be given away.
In this way, his Wushuang City has maximized his interests. He can not only silence everyone in Youyou, but also seems to be acting in accordance with the agreement. Even Jiang Dali and his friends have no reason to come to him for trouble.
The development of these 30% more land resources can also help Wushuang City to develop rapidly. Over time, whether Heifeng Village, which has lost the main force of Heifeng Village, can still maintain such a large territory, is a matter of two choices.
Doubtful.
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The eighth day.
Dongfang Bubai and others who were searching for Jiang Dali's whereabouts near Tianshan seemed to have given up completely after searching for a long time to no avail, and they all left one after another.
Among them, King Nie Ren left to look for his son Nie Feng. Dongfang Bubai and others returned to the Song Dynasty on eagles, and Xiao Feng and others also followed.
The entire Tianshan Mountains that were razed to the ground completely returned to the loneliness of the past before the establishment of the Tianxiahui.
Even the sweeping monk has left and returned to Shaolin after one day of saving the souls of the dead.
On this day, light snow suddenly fell in the Tianshan Mountains, which had not snowed for a long time, as if the sky was grieving for the death of a person who was once favored by destiny.
The snow is like lemon bugs, flying around in the sky of the gray Tianshan Mountains, mixed with the whirling wind, like catkins flying, falling slowly, spraying the Tianshan Mountains with a thin white film, shining white, pure and beautiful.
From a distance, the towering Tianshan Mountains appear faintly, as if shrouded in fog, like clouds.
A figure of a burly old man in gray clothes made several sudden leaps and arrived at the messy Tianshan Mountains shrouded in light white snow at extremely fast speeds.
His Qinggong is so high that he can step on the snow without leaving a trace.
Like a gust of wind reaching the edge of a deep pit that sinks like a heavenly lake, his expression is slightly sad and sighing, like a lonely old man who has lost his child.
But soon, this sadness disappeared, and he turned into a majestic old man again.
Look carefully at his wide face under the bamboo hat, his domineering eyebrows like eagle wings, his deep tiger eyes, his beard as white as two curling clouds...
sky!
He's just like another bully.
Except for the white hair on his head, his deep and devoid of any ambition, and even slightly kind eyes, he clearly looks like the image of an aging queen.
He is naturally the father of Xiongba, the purple-clad boss who was the leader of the seven demon-hunting heroes in the past.
At this time, he stood proudly on the edge of the cliff and sighed in a low voice, "My son, I have already said that if you leave Dongshan, you don't have to worry about running out of firewood. It's a pity that you have just overcome the difficulty after all. Fortunately, although your way of fighting for hegemony is
It failed, but You Ruo and my father were left behind, and my father will revive the world."
As soon as he finished speaking, a purple light appeared on his face, and his arms suddenly shook, revealing an extremely gorgeous purple dragon-lined garment under the gray cloak. He flew towards the deep pit below and pointed towards the pit.
A little space.
A few chirps.
The rocks cracked and exploded, revealing a section of purple-black satin and a pool of long-dried blood between the gaps.
This was the place where the former tyrant's body self-destructed and died. The purple-clothed boss stopped his fingers and grasped, and suddenly grabbed a claw on the blood-stained stone. There was a ripple, and white smoke quickly appeared on the stone. The blood stains were quickly covered with bursts of white smoke.
suck away.
The purple-clothed boss suddenly raised his head, his tiger eyes flashing with brilliance. After absorbing the essence and blood stored in the stone with his recovery blood hand, the aura on his body also became obscure and deep.
Suddenly, he flipped his palm over and made a tiger-like sound. He raised one palm flat to his chest and slowly finished the exercise. He looked around and thought to himself, "It's a pity."
"It's a pity...my son's destiny has been shattered with his death. I'm afraid that such a destiny will never be born again in heaven and earth..."
A cold and aggressive voice suddenly came from his mind.
"Your son is extremely talented. If he survives, he will become a great person. But it is a pity that he does not know how to hide his talents and bide his time, and he was plotted against him, thus wasting his destiny."
When the Ziyi boss heard the voice in his mind, the veins on his face bulged slightly, and he said in his heart, "You still refuse to tell me, who is planning my son?"
He was afraid of this consciousness in his mind, and he hated it, but in order to save his life, he had to give in and obey orders for the time being.
If it weren't for the other party, he wouldn't have stayed in the realm of gods and humans.
But to this day, he is not without conspiracy and ambition. He often pretends to be crazy and extremely depressed, just to paralyze the opponent, find opportunities to resist and devour the tyrannical consciousness in his mind, and to occupy all the opponent's skills.
This is certainly not an easy thing, but it is something that must be done to save his life. In order to achieve this goal, he would even rather watch his son die tragically.
The voice in his mind sneered, "That person can unlock the sacred stone. His skills are probably not inferior to my king, and may even surpass him. A small vassal country can have such strength, huh, this is what I told you."
You, what can you do to him?
It's a pity that I didn't expect that I, who has reached the thirteenth level of ignorance, can't use your power to restore the blood hand to steal the destiny... But I have discovered another interesting thing."
"What is it?"
As soon as the purple-clothed boss had this thought in his mind, his eyes suddenly glowed with blood, like a demon, and he couldn't help but raise his finger.
Immediately, an invisible finger force combined with a lawless spiritual power jumped out and penetrated into the gaps between the layers of stone piles below.
A mental scream was immediately heard from the gap in the stone pile, and then a weak soul shrouded in black light was restrained and twisted out under the force of the fingers, revealing a handsome but ferocious face.
"It's you! Xie Tiao!"
The purple-clothed boss was greatly surprised.
The tyrannical consciousness in his mind smiled coldly, "This person actually has the aura of my master. Jie Jie Jie Jie. It seems that he is also a chess piece laid out by my master. But since he has met this king, it is your turn."
Bad luck."
The purple-clothed boss suddenly cooperated with his attack, grabbing with his backhand, and using his blood-reviving hand, combined with the powerful soul power of the consciousness in his mind, he suddenly swallowed up the already weak Xie Tiao soul.
"Amitabha!"
At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the ground above.
In the white snow, an old monk in blue with a long beard suddenly appeared on the edge of the pit. He clasped his hands together and looked at the boss in purple below. He said calmly, "I didn't expect that after so many years, we would see Huiyuan Xueshou again."
When you return to the world, you must be the purple-robed boss who was the leader of the Seven Evils in the past, but you don’t know why you are here?"
"Huh? This old monk has indeed appeared again."
Although the boss in purple clothes was not frightened, he slowly turned around and looked up at the sweeping monk on the ground above. His eyes flashed with blood, and he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. The wild laughter came one after another. The momentum was extremely arrogant, and it shook the area several feet away.
The snowflakes, rocks, and corpses inside were all shaken to pieces by his laughter, and even the ground was shaken by his wild laughter, showing cracks.
An invisible air flow was spread by his laughter, throwing away all the broken stones and rushing out of the pit.
"What a powerful person, what a weird person."
The sweeping monk's eyes suddenly flashed with shock, and he had no choice but to use all his strength to defend himself.
Even so, after this burst of laughter, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, staining his beard, and his eardrums rang.
With a whoosh, the purple-clothed boss jumped out of the pit with both feet, shaking up the snowflakes in the sky. He glared at the sweeping monk with a fierce look in his eyes and said ferociously, "Monk, you have gone back and come back again, and you have appeared again."
The sweeping monk's heart sank, and he looked at the old purple-robed Dao Dao who was in a strange state, "Amitabha! It seems that the donor has been observing the poor monk for a long time, and you have the whereabouts of the poor monk under your control."
The purple-clothed boss sneered, and his blood-red eyes suddenly fell between the hands of the sweeping monk Heshi, and said coldly, "Monk, you should never, never should, you should not show this treasure in front of others, this treasure, in the eyes of this king
, is a treasure that is even more attractive than the sacred stone. It involves a huge secret, a secret that your Shaolin Bodhidharma personally hid before he passed away.
This thing that holds the secret is called [Dharma’s Heart], right or wrong?”
The sweeping monk's heart was shocked, his face was solemn and solemn, the Buddha's light was slightly visible all over his body, and his eyes suddenly burst out with golden Buddha's light. Two Sanskrit characters "卍" flashed in his eyes and shone on the face of the purple-clothed boss. For a moment, he seemed to see clearly what was in those eyes.
There was a hidden demon, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.
"Hand over the heart of Bodhidharma!"
The purple-clothed boss yelled wildly, and charged towards the sweeping monk with extremely surging spiritual power. His figure was faster than his voice and he arrived in front of the sweeping monk, and his palms suddenly released wild energy.
There is no scripture and no way!!!
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"Bang!"
The one-foot-square stone table suddenly sank under the slap of Jiang Dali's thick palm, and all four legs sank into the floor tiles.
Xu Ziling, who was standing by, felt his heart skip a beat. He clasped his hands and said, "Master, if Ziling has done something wrong, Ziling is willing to accept the punishment. Ziling thinks that he is not capable of holding the position of the helmsman of Wuliangshan Branch again.
Today I sincerely request you to resign from your position and retire to the world, and please ask the leader of the village to do it."
Jiang Dali's tiger eyes covered Xu Ziling, and he could see the blood flow rate under the opponent's skin and various body function conditions at a glance, and even sense the concentration of true energy in his Dantian, the mental intensity in his brain, etc., but it was not
He laughed angrily.
"Okay! Xu Ziling, I didn't expect that the leader of this village has not paid attention to this branch of Wuliangshan for a long time, so you can be so slack? You know that you have done something wrong, but you still dare to speak like this in front of the leader of the village. Seriously, you are not afraid of the leader of the village.
To kill you?"
Xu Ziling looked calm and humble as he bowed and said, "Everyone is afraid of death, and Ziling is no exception. But the leader of the village can easily kill me, and I can't escape. I can only report the situation truthfully and obey your punishment, the leader of the village."
."
"good!"
Jiang Dali raised his right palm flatly and said calmly, "The master of this village has clear rewards and punishments. He will not kill you directly, but you will never feel easy. I will give you a palm as long as you can bear it."
That means your destiny is not meant to be like this. If you can't bear it, then your destiny is not strong enough!
From today on, you are no longer the helmsman of Wuliang Mountain."
Xu Ziling looked solemn and said, "Ziling is willing to be punished by the leader of the village!"
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