Lin Xiaofeng was lying on the bed, his whole body felt like he was struck by five thunders.
Of course, it was not because of the death of the Holy Lord.
Although the Holy Lord is his master, this master is not very valuable. The two of them have only met once, let alone have any feelings for each other.
The reason why Lin Xiaofeng is like this is because once the Holy Lord dies, Wan Heyu will no longer be peaceful!
"Don't act rashly, just stay where you are. If Wan Heyu shows signs of sending people to attack the manor, find a way to cause trouble for them and stop them!" Lin Xiaofeng hurriedly instructed.
Pang Chen naturally regretted coming to the Holy Cult at this time, but everyone had already boarded the pirate ship, and it would be difficult to get off again.
"I'll do my best!" Pang Chen nodded and then hung up the phone.
Lin Xiaofeng looked at his phone, thought about it for a while, and finally dialed Wan Heyu.
Soon, Wan Heyu connected the phone there.
"Hello? Young master, is there something wrong?"
Wan Heyu on the other end of the phone was obviously in a good mood.
"Deputy Master Wan, I heard that the Holy Master is dead?" Lin Xiaofeng asked.
"Hey." Wan Heyu on the other end of the phone sighed: "The Holy Lord was imprisoned in that shabby manor by a group of traitors. I don't know the situation inside, but this manor is now starting to be ruined. I'm afraid it's true.
thing."
"What are Vice Leader Wan's plans?" Lin Xiaofeng asked.
Wan Heyu said without hesitation: "Of course it is to avenge the Holy Lord! Kill all those traitors! Then I will help the young master ascend to the position of Holy Lord and stabilize the Holy Religion."
Hearing what he said, Lin Xiaofeng became anxious. Revenge, didn't revenge mean he wanted to kill Xiang Zhu?
"Vice Leader Wan, don't be impulsive." Lin Xiaofeng didn't know how to persuade him.
If you say too much, it will easily arouse Wan Heyu's suspicion.
I didn't say anything, but I was worried that this guy would really attack suddenly.
Wan Heyu said: "Don't worry, young master, I have my own sense of responsibility in this matter. After I eliminate the rebellion, you can safely ascend to the position of Holy Lord."
Lin Xiaofeng was stunned for a long time, and finally said: "Vice-leader Wan is interested."
Afterwards, Wan Heyu hung up the phone.
At this time, in the lobby of a luxurious villa on the Holy Island, Wan Heyu and Yigan's close men gathered here.
He summoned so many of his confidants this time, so naturally he had something important to discuss.
There were nearly ten people sitting below, all elders and protectors of the holy religion.
It has to be said that as the deputy leader of Wan Heyu, he has attracted so many elders to protect the law and made more people remain neutral. He is really skillful.
Wan Heyu sat on a sofa in the main seat of the hall, looked at the people on both sides and asked: "What do you think of the news coming from the manor?"
An elder raised his hand and said, "Master Ten Thousand Cults, this is a God-given opportunity. Since the Holy Master is dead, who else in the Holy Religion can stop you?"
Zeng Guofan, who greeted Lin Xiaofeng, was among them. He said, "I don't think it's right. Why don't we wait a little longer and let the people from the Double Dragon Sect take the lead and explore the truth?"
Wan Heyu frowned and lowered his head in thought.
To be honest, he prefers the first method. After so many years of preparation, seeing that the Holy Lord is finally dead, he can't wait to break through the manor immediately, destroy the last bit of the Holy Lord's strength, and then let Lengfeng sit on the 'Holy Lord' first.
position.
And he can truly control the entire Holy Religion.
"Zeng Guofan, what do you mean? We have been preparing for so many years, but now that the Holy Master is dead, is it possible that we still dare not take action?"
Zeng Guofan retorted: "It is precisely because we have been preparing for so many years that we should be more careful. Maybe there is a scam?"
"Who dares to joke about the life and death of the Holy Lord?" The elder said: "If the Holy Lord is not really dead, what the people in the manor are doing at this time are not cursing the Holy Lord's death?"
"What if the Holy Lord or his old man's temper could bear it?"
Zeng Guofan was speechless when he heard this.
Wan Heyu was the same. If the news of the death of the Holy Lord came out from the manor, he would never believe it.
But now, the construction of a mourning hall has begun in that manor.
Who dares to joke about such an important matter as the life and death of the Holy Lord?
Thinking of this, Wan Heyu said slowly: "Order, let the Shuanglong Sect attack the manor, and first see the reaction of the manor, if there is no problem."
He didn't say the next words, but everyone here also understood what Wan Heyu meant.
If it is confirmed that the Holy Lord is dead, no one in the manor will survive.
However, the faces of these people were full of excitement.
As the saying goes, if one person attains Taoism, chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven. If Wan Heyu were in charge of the Holy Religion, would the benefits for them and others be less?
These people discussed for a while, and then Zeng Guofan took out his mobile phone and called Pang Chen.
But after a while, Zeng Guofan's face turned pale.
He hung up the phone angrily.
An elder next to him asked: "Dragon protector Zeng, why are you so angry? What happened?"
Zeng Guofan clenched his fists and shouted angrily: "It's really contrary. That Pang Chen actually said that inside is the mourning hall of the Holy Lord. Even if he had some courage, he wouldn't dare to bring people from the Double Dragon Sect to break in. He could only be responsible for guarding the outside.
.”
Wan Heyu was not too surprised when he heard this: "No problem, this Shuanglong Sect came to us, do you think it is really a reinforcement to help us?"
"I'm afraid Lengfeng also has his own little thoughts in his heart, and he also wants to seize power from us." Wan Heyu said, taking a sip of tea.
Zeng Guofan's face showed sarcasm: "That little guy? He has no foundation in our holy religion. His only role is to be our puppet. You still want to fight for power?"
An elder reminded: "You still can't be careless. After all, Leng Feng is the leader's direct disciple, and he is also the young master."
"When we kill the Saint, he will be the only heir to the Holy Religion, and then we will be able to live in a rare place."
Zeng Guofan nodded and said: "By the way, when Leng Feng competed, he followed the path of Miao Hu. Maybe Lin Xiaofeng is a member of the Miao Wu Cult? If the Miao Wu Cult helps secretly, Leng Feng might really be able to escape our control.
Just take the position of leader."
Wan Heyu's eyes were cold, and he held the tea cup tightly with his hands: "Probably not, are you really confused about the Holy Master? Since he accepted Leng Feng as his disciple and gave him the qualifications to be his successor, Leng Feng cannot be another demon.
People who teach.”
Zeng Guofan asked: "What if the Holy Lord doesn't investigate clearly?"
As soon as he said this, everyone else in the hall looked at Zeng Guofan strangely.
Zeng Guofan came back to his senses and realized that he had thought too much.
With the Holy Lord's ability, it is too easy to find out the details of Leng Feng.
Not to mention that Lengfeng is from other demonic sects, even if he has too close relationship with other demonic sects, it is impossible for him to be selected as the young master.