"Are you interested in hunting three Dark Ten God-level masters with me?" Long Qing smiled.

Jin Xiyao looked at Long Qing in surprise, and said after a long time: "Your heart is really big, what's the matter, this time you plan to fight the evil spirits endlessly?"

Long Qing said lightly: "They provoked me three times, and I destroyed all the power of the Far East, with the character of those three, I'm afraid they won't give up so easily." Originally, if they didn't come to me for trouble, I didn't bother to pay attention to them. If they are coming, they will naturally have to beat them a little harder!"

"But in this case, I seem to have lost a little bit again!" Jin Xiyao said with a wink.

Long Qing smiled and said, "If we guess wrong, the purpose of your coming to Jiangcheng should be related to Fusang Gunin, right?"

Jin Xiyao's face changed slightly: "How do you know?"

"Guess!" Long Qing smiled slightly, "When you were in Haicheng, you snatched the Yamamoto ghost burial from me, and now, Ishidagawa's gang just came, and you also came, if you want to say that there is no connection, I'm afraid no one will believe it." ”

Jin Xiyao was silent for a moment and said, "Since you guessed, I will tell you the truth, I really want to deal with Fusang Guren." You just asked me to help you deal with the three people of the Evil Spirit Society, I can promise you, my condition is that you help me deal with the three devils of Fusang Guren!"

Long Qing nodded and said, "No problem at all!"

Jin Xiyao had a smile on his face and stretched out his small white palm: "So happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!" Long Qing stretched out his hand and hit Jin Xiyao.

"By the way, how is the instructor, what is he doing now?" Long Qing asked casually.

Jin Xiyao said: "I haven't seen him for a while, he is now in sight of the dragon, he should be busy with big things!"

"That's really a big deal!" Long Qing said, "There aren't many things in this world that are worth his personal action!"

Tens of thousands of miles away, on a distant island, countless worshippers in black robes were kneeling and saluting a huge statue tens of meters high in the middle of the island. I don't know what the material of this statue is, the whole body is pitch black, exuding a metallic luster, the image is a death god with a sickle on his back, but the position of its face is nothing, and only a pitch black can be seen, symbolizing the majesty of the gods.

More than ten meters below the statue, there is a huge underground palace. The underground palace is about thousands of square meters large, the ground is covered with a scarlet carpet, on one side of the underground palace, a piece of land about 100 square meters is about two or three meters higher than other places, there are three huge seats on this land, the seats are made of silver, only at the top of the chair, there is a pitch-black head sticking forward, the image of this head is exactly the same as the image of the head of the statue of death on the underground palace. Only at this time, the three chairs were facing away from the dungeon.

In front of the platform on which the three seats are located, is a large oval round table. The round table is about ten meters long and five meters wide, and the black wood faintly glows red, showing that the table is made of extraordinary materials. Around the round table are twelve richly decorated chairs, made of the same material as the table, except inlaid with gold and precious stones, and covered with a pure white cashmere blanket, showing money and power.

With a bang, a huge door on the side of the dungeon opened, and more than a dozen people wearing blood-red robes and cloaks walked in from the doorman, these people walked to the round table, first saluted the three tables above the platform, and then sat down around the round table, no more, no less, exactly twelve people.

After everyone was seated, they removed the cloak from their heads one by one, and at the head of the round table was an old man of about seventy years old. The old man's face was crisscrossed with wrinkles, but his blue eyes were very bright. His hair was white and had a silky sheen.

"This meeting is convened today primarily to make a resolution on events in the Far East. As you know, we lost contact with Larsa in the Far East three days ago, and during these three days of incident, we tried many times to contact Larsa and his assistants, but received no response, and I believe that Larsa has returned to the arms of God at this time! The forces we have deployed in the Far East have all been destroyed!"

The white-haired old man's voice fell, and the rest was a person with different faces, exchanging glances with each other.

Half a minute later, the old man asked, "What do you think about this?"

"Who did this?" asked a middle-aged man in his forties, with brown hair and piercing eyes, angrily.

"It's unknown who did it, but there are some clues. When Larsa reported to us earlier, he once said that there was a person who sabotaged their two major operations, including the operation of a prince in the Middle East who spent a billion dollars to kidnap Ji Ethereal, so Larsa personally went to Kyushu to investigate two things, and now it seems that his death is likely to be done by this person!"

"Just one person?" the brown-haired man was a little incredulous.

"According to Larsa's guess, it should be so!" said the white-haired old man.

"I don't think anyone can destroy all our forces in the Far East alone, I think Larsa's guess is wrong, maybe this is a conspiracy by the Kyushu authorities or some organization to unite against our Holy Order!" said the brown-haired middle-aged man.

"Whatever the reason, we must find out this person or this organization, and then inflict bloody revenge, or the reputation of our Holy Order will be damaged!" said another middle-aged man with black hair.

"Yes, revenge must be taken!" the rest nodded in agreement.

The white-haired old man spoke: "Now that everyone has decided to take revenge, let's start to decide on the selection and commander of the expeditionary force to send!"

At this moment, there was a rumbling sound on the stage, and the faces of the twelve people who were originally sitting upright changed, and they instantly stood up from their chairs and bowed down to the stage.

On the platform, the chair that Sanzhang was facing away from was slowly turned around on the right side, and a person sat on it, but the person's head was hidden in the dark human head image above the chair, making it difficult to see the face.

"I've seen Lord Judgment!" the twelve said in unison.

"I and the other two gods have already known about the Far East incident, and this trip to the Far East will be personally led by this seat. You have chosen fifty expeditionary forces to accompany me, and they will set off in ten days, and there must be no mistake!" came a metallic voice from the seat, making it impossible to distinguish whether the person speaking was a man or a woman, old or young.

"Obey the oracle of the Divine Throne!" the twelve heads were again deducted together.

Then, with a rumbling sound, the seat slowly turned again, turning its back to everyone again, and the dungeon returned to tranquility.