After asking the address where Ma Chuxia's body was parked, Huang Xiaolong hung up the phone. Of course, he had a murderous frenzy in his heart, but Ma Chuxia had already calculated the catastrophe of fate.

Moreover, he is the one who will solve this catastrophe.

Mentally prepared in advance, Huang Xiaolong didn't panic at all.

At this time, Xia Ying, Miao Erfang, and Zhou Mi were all beside Huang Xiaolong.

"That's... That goddess... Sure enough... Sure enough, it was the one... Is that that?" Miao Erfang was shocked. "Master Xiaolong, you are really like a god, and you have no last resort. ”

"Dead. Huang Xiaolong said lightly.

"Hey~~ It's a pity that such a beautiful young lady died. Zhou Mi looked regretful.

"Didn't I say that even if a person dies, I can save it. Huang Xiaolong smiled awkwardly. "Let's go, hurry over. ”

Xia Ying also said. "Little Dragon, I'll go with you. ”

At that moment, the four of them drove to the old nest of the Metaphysical Society in Dong'an City.

It is also a manor with a unique environment in the suburbs, green mountains and green waters.

Huang Xiaolong's driving skills were like gods, and in less than half an hour, he arrived at the manor.

At this time, the atmosphere in the manor was extremely gloomy. Nowhere does not reveal the artistic conception of sadness.

A group of backbones of the Metaphysical Society at the gate had been waiting for a long time, and after Huang Xiaolong parked the car, they surrounded Huang Xiaolong like stars and moons, and took Huang Xiaolong to the place where Ma Chuxia's corpse was parked.

Now, as soon as Ma Chuxia died, the Metaphysical Society belonged to a situation where the dragons were leaderless. In this way, this force will inevitably be swallowed up by other big forces.

When I walked into the villa, I saw that many members of the Metaphysical Society had arrived, their faces were panicked, and their hearts were uneasy, as if even their backbones had been pumped.

Ma Chuxia is extremely strong, and she is also a master of ancient martial arts, and she is the spiritual pillar of the Metaphysical Society, and now, as soon as she dies, for the Metaphysical Society, the sky will undoubtedly fall.

"Master... Hey~~~" The old man who had been on the phone with Huang Xiaolong before, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, and the resentment and resentment in his eyes were really indescribable. "Master, in... On the occasion of the dying of the Elder Adult, Zeng... Told me to wait..."

"Hmm, what last words?" Huang Xiaolong smiled.

"The elder said, in the future, the Xuan Society will be in charge of you, Master Huang Xiaolong... We must all do your bidding. For you. Several key members said in unison.

Well, when he was dying, Ma Chuxia gave the Xuan Society to Huang Xiaolong.

"The elder said that she was actually shocked by your Taoism. I hope you can fulfill the wish of the elder adult, and don't let the hard work of the Ma family for many years become a plate of loose sand, and finally be hunted by Haoqiang. All the wealth and resources of the Xuan Society are under the master's control and distribution. The old man cried.

"Oh, this one is too much trouble, I don't bother to care. Let the little wife manage it herself in the future. I'll just take care of her. Huang Xiaolong smiled.

These backbones don't think so.

Although he knew that Huang Xiaolong's Dao technique was against the sky, from ancient times to the present, no one had been able to cure the dead.

The best ending now is indeed that Huang Xiaolong takes over the Xuan Society.

Soon, came to a hall.

There are many Taoist priests and Taoist aunts in the hall.

I saw a woman lying upright on a wooden bed, covered with a white cloth, and looking lifeless.

"Hey~~~ Affectionate parting since ancient times, and even more so that can be snubbed in the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight? Willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who can I say to anyone!" At this time, a man's voice began to chant poetry sourly.

Huang Xiaolong followed the sound and saw that it was a man in Armani casual clothes, about the same age as Ma Chuxia, with a flowing body and cold eyes, with a domineering taste.

It's just that he has a horse face, not handsome.

"Huh, who is this guy? I haven't seen this person in the Metaphysical Society... In terms of pure Dao power, it is similar to my little wife. It's just that I haven't practiced ancient martial arts. Huang Xiaolong was slightly stunned.

If you don't blow it or black, Ma Chuxia's Dao technique, when he encounters Huang Xiaolong, he is naturally ironclad, and there is no room for struggle and resistance. But compared to other Taoist priests in Huaxia, it was already a top-notch existence.

And the man in front of him who was chanting poetry, in terms of Dao power, actually competed with Ma Chuxia, and he was not expected to be a nobody.

"Master, this person's name is 'Zhuo Lengzhou'. The Zhuo family, since ancient times, is also a family that has inherited the Tao like the Ma family. Hundreds of years ago, there was a saying that the south and the north horses. It can be said that at the beginning, the Zhuo family and the Ma family were on par. The two families are quite entangled in grievances. Later, the Zhuo family gradually declined, but the Ma family was thriving, and they also founded the Metaphysical Society. There is an agreement between the two families. The descendants of each generation have to compete with each other. The main thing is the descendants of the Zhuo family, challenging the descendants of the Ma family. If the descendants of the Zhuo family can win, then ...... If the Ma family is in charge of the family by a woman, and the contemporary heir of the Zhuo family is a man, the two parties will become husband and wife...... For so many years, the Ma family has won all the battles between the two families, and the challenges of each generation of the Zhuo family have ended in failure. However, it is said that this generation, the heir of the Zhuo family, Zhuo Lengzhou, is amazingly talented, and he is a genius among geniuses, and he is menacing......"

"Originally, the elder was an appointment with Zhuo Lengzhou, the heir of the Zhuo family, and today's battle ended the grievances of the two families, and as a result... Outcome...... This kind of thing happened... Hey~~~"

"Oh, that is to say, this horse-faced man, come over today to challenge my little wife, if he wins, he will marry my little wife?" Huang Xiaolong was slightly angry.

"Just... That's exactly it~~~" The old man mourned.

At this time, Na Zhuo Lengzhou said proudly. "Unexpectedly, President Ma Chuxia actually died of incense. Ladies and gentlemen, people cannot be resurrected from death, so please mourn and change. God is jealous of talents, what is God jealous of talents. ”

At this point, the hall was even more crying and mourning.

Suddenly, Na Zhuo Lengzhou's voice changed, "However, the grievances between my Zhuo family and the Ma family can't be settled! Now, President Ma Chuxia has died, then, I still hope that the Xuan Society will send another person to fight with me! If I am lucky to win, then the Xuan Society should be attached to me!"

While speaking, Zhuo Lengzhou's eyes showed a scorching look of greed, and the whole person was ambitious!

There was silence in the hall.

The people of the Xuan Society all stared at Zhuo Lengzhou with that angry and dissatisfied gaze.

The old man who brought Huang Xiaolong in said angrily. "Your Excellency, this is a fallen stone!Hmph, do you want an empty glove white wolf?"

"Hahahaha~~~~" Zhuo Lengzhou laughed rampantly, "Fei Ye, Fei Ye." First, I have already said that the Metaphysical Society can send another person to fight with me, if I lose, I will leave without saying a word, this is a fair competition, and I don't take advantage of it. Second, even if President Ma Chuxia didn't have an accident, she lost to Zaixia, not only would she have to marry Zaixia's wife, but this metaphysical society would also belong to Zaixia!"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense! Who will replace President Ma Chuxia and fight with me? Stand up!"

"Wait~~" Huang Xiaolong stepped out.

"You?" Zhuo Lengzhou smiled proudly, looking at Huang Xiaolong with great disdain, as if he was looking at some insignificant little person. "On behalf of the Metaphysical Society, on behalf of the deceased President Ma Chuxia, you will fight with me? If you want to compare the Tao with me, you will bring humiliation on yourself!"

Hearing this, all the people of the Xuan Society looked at Zhuo Lengzhou with a strange look.

Self-inflicted humiliation?

Nima... Who is the self-inflicted humiliation?

Huang Xiaolong's Void Thunder, like a heavenly god, in terms of Dao Law, even higher than Ma Chuxia I don't know how many times, it is simply unfathomable.

Unexpectedly, this Zhuo Lengzhou is boasting here and pretending to be forced.

This is just idiocy!

Xia Ying, Zhou Mi, Miao Erfang, and the three of them couldn't help but want to laugh!

They all know Huang Xiaolong a little, and often, the more ruthless they pretend to be in front of Huang Xiaolong, the more painful they will be slapped in the face in the end!

"Don't talk about the fighting method for the time being. I'll save my little wife first. Huang Xiaolong smiled and walked towards the bed where Ma Chuxia's body was parked.

"Hahahaha~~~ It's been almost an hour since everyone died, and you still want to save it?hahahaha~~~~~~" Zhuo Lengzhou looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

"Who said that people can't be resurrected after death?" Huang Xiaolong looked serious.

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(End of chapter)