Chapter 226 High Priest Liu Pingping's gaze was as sharp as a knife, and he looked at the young monk who had just spoken, and he asked, "You said that several disciples of my Qingyang Alliance were killed by the monks of the temple?"

"Okay, like...... Be. "The young monk's whole body trembled, what kind of person is Liu Pingping? A single glance can make him die of all his body and spirit.

"Yes, yes, no, no, don't spit out. Liu Pingping forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and asked again, and every word he spit out was sonorous and powerful, like the sound of rolling thunder, and the young monk who was almost frightened fainted.

"Yes, yes. "How dare the little monk say that it is not?" nodded again and again, and told Liu Pingping everything that had just happened.

Hearing that his grandson Liu Game was actually killed by a young monk who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, Liu Pingping began to believe that this was done by the people of the temple, and the seventeen-year-old Xuan-rank Three Realms monk in Central Continent was definitely not much, and if he could reach such a cultivation level at this age, he might really be an elite disciple of the temple.

"The people of the temple are simply too deceitful, an elite disciple actually dares to come and kill my grandson!" Liu Pingping was furious, his grandson Liu Game was not unexpected, he must be a generation of world-beating powerhouses in the Heavenly Realm, but now he died halfway, which made his heart ache.

And what made Liu Pingping even more angry was that before that kid left, he also blocked the domain gate to Zhongzhou, which was simply a slap in the face of his Qingyang League.

Although his cultivation is to reach the heavens, and it is not a big problem to cross the current weak defense of the continental barrier, the other monks of the Qingyang Alliance are going to be trapped here, and he has to wait until he goes to invite the formation pattern master to come and re-carve a domain gate, so that the monks trapped here can return to the middle continent.

"Poof. ”

When Liu Pingping thought of this, he suddenly became angry and spit out a mouthful of blood. He couldn't remember how many years he hadn't been injured, and he hadn't even vomited blood when he held the Ancient Monitor Lizard, but now he was angry with a "temple" monk he had never met, which also made Liu Pingping even more annoyed and angry, and his fists were clenched.

"Boy, the old man must ask you to take your life to pay tribute to my grandson's soul!" Liu Pingping roared angrily to the sky, close to madness.

The Qingyang Alliance monks who came immediately after all had strange expressions, I don't know how many years had passed, and they had never seen Elder Liu Pingping so angry!

Liu Pingping's cultivation was to reach the sky, and the roar directly pierced the void, and even Wu Heng and Xuehua hundreds of miles away could be heard, Wu Heng sighed, he vaguely heard the old man's roar, and said: "I didn't expect Liu Game to have such a terrifying grandfather, it seems that the basket is bigger, but it's okay, the bigger the trouble, the more likely it is that the Qingyang League and the temple will pinch each other, even if they can't fight, there will definitely be a barrier." ”

"As soon as you come to Central Continent, you will provoke the people of the Qingyang League, they will not give up, and you must be extra careful in your future cultivation path. Snowflake reminded.

"Heh, even if they give up, I, Wu Heng, will not give up," Wu Heng chuckled, the back of his hand gently brushed the delicate and beautiful face of Xuehua, and said: "Whoever hurts my wife will be punished from far and near!"

"Whoever is your wife will be poor. Xuehua sneered, took a step back, and dodged Wu Heng's palm, she knew Wu Heng too well, if she didn't hide, he should have to move in.

The blue sky and white clouds, the chirping of seagulls, the rolling waves, and the breeze blowing, are comfortable and comfortable.

Zhongzhou, this mysterious and colorful continent, is magnificent and boundless, and Zhong Yu is beautiful, giving birth to many outstanding people.

The dark blue sea, the waves are magnificent, the vastness is immense, the Wuheng sacrifice line word pattern stepped into the air, under the feet is a magnificent sea, the sea breeze blows slowly, Wuheng's long hair is flowing, a burst of comfort, he took a deep breath, looked at the sea under his feet, and said to himself: "This is Zhongzhou, so abundant aura!"

"Zhongzhou has given birth to many heroes of heaven and earth, it is because the aura here is the most abundant, and all the aura in the Tianyu Continent is only the tip of the iceberg in Zhongzhou. Snowflake said.

"It's no wonder that an elite disciple of the Qingyang League has broken through the three realms of the Xuan Rank in just over twenty years of cultivation. At this moment, Wu Heng finally realized that the world he saw was still very small, and in Zhongzhou, perhaps a ghost talent of the same age as him was already a monk in the psychic realm!

Xuehua introduced: "The Central Continent is the most vast continent in this world, connected to the sea, with countless continental plates, even the ancient sages can hardly measure its boundaries with their divine sense!"

She added: "Although Middle-earth is large, it is the world of eight major forces. ”

"Oh, what about the eight major forces?" Wu Heng asked with interest.

"The eight major forces are, Qingyang Alliance, Fengyue Pavilion, Tiangang Divine Sect, Sun Moon Palace, Ouyang Family, Xuanyuan Family, Corpse Chasing Sect, and Divine Temple. "Xuehua counted carefully, she came to Zhongzhou as the emperor ten thousand years ago, at that time, Zhongzhou was the peak of these eight forces, and today's pattern must not change, because the eight major forces have a deep heritage, and almost no other small family can compare with or surpass it!

Wu Heng suddenly remembered something, and said, "It is said that there are not only human martial cultivators in Central Continent, but also monks of foreign races?"

"Yes, 10,000 years ago, the demon race and the god race dominated this world, but they disappeared because of a big war, and now the branches of the demon race and the god race are one of the eight major forces in Central Continent, the descendants of the demon race are the Xuanyuan family, and the god race is the temple, but the blood of the god race is gradually differentiated, almost no different from the human race, and the temple also accepts human disciples. ”

"Demon race, god race?" When Wu Heng heard these two races, he couldn't help but feel a little excited, when the demon race and the god race fought, the demon race and the god race treasure were all in the world, and now the ancient mortal hammer is in Wu Heng's hands, if he can take the god race to the treasure of the East Emperor Bell, it will be invincible!

Xuehua seemed to see the small abacus in Wu Heng's heart, and she said: "Even if the treasure of the Protoss is in the temple, you don't have the ability to take it out now......"

"Just because we don't have it now doesn't mean we won't have it in the future. The corner of Wu Heng's mouth showed a meaningful evil smile.

Although Wu Heng and Xuehua were injured by the roar of the old monster Liu Pingcheng of the Tongtian Realm, both of them were terrifying ancient gods, and they were not injured too seriously, especially Wu Heng, his Yuan Shen had the power of regeneration, and he recovered quickly, and Xuehua used the Imperial Soldier Nine Turns Ice Lotus to warm the Yuan Shen, and it was no big deal.

The two of them walked on the sea for three days and three nights in the line of character formations, and only then did they see an island, which also made Wu Heng sigh that Zhongzhou was really big enough, and he didn't see the mainland after three days and three nights.

Xuehua said: "This is the northern sea area, and it is also the territory of the Qingyang League, with many islands and complex terrain. ”

They found the only inn in the town on this small island, and many monks who hunted monsters in the sea rested and talked and drank. Most of the monks of the Qingyang League wore cyan robes and had one or two suns embroidered on their chests, and there were also some casual cultivators and monks from small families.

Several disciples of the Qingyang League sat around a table and chair, drinking a little wine, the wine came up, and the tone of their speech gradually became heroic and audible.

"You should have heard of Elder Liu Pinggong?"

"Nonsense, Elder Liu Pinggong has cultivated to Tongtian, who doesn't know his name!"

"You guys put your ears together, let me tell you something, I heard that recently, Elder Liu Pinggong's grandson Liu Bo was destroyed by someone who destroyed the Yuan Shen weapon, and he hated the monk who killed him on the spot, and he was still a member of the temple!"

"What? There is actually a monk of the temple who killed Liu Bo, although the temple is powerful, but Liu Pinggong will definitely pull out that little monk!" Several monks were shocked, there was actually a monk who dared to kill Liu Pinggong's grandson, it was really bold!

The young monk who killed Liu Game directly said that even if the leader of the Qingyang Alliance came, he would not be afraid, his identity must not be simple, and he was likely to be the personal disciple of the hall master. The person who just let go of the words pretended to be mysterious.

Hearing this, Xuehua couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, glanced at Wu Heng, and seemed to say, "Look, in just three days, you have become a disciple of the temple master!"

Wu Heng smiled lightly, he had long been accustomed to the exaggerated wording in the rumors, and ignored those people, he poured himself a glass of water and wine, and drank it all, but when the hot wine poured into his throat, his body shook at the same time, his deep and bright eyes became dim, he only felt that his head fainted, as if it was about to crack, and his whole body was weak, and he soon lost consciousness and fell on the slender jade leg of Xuehua beside him.

"Wu Heng, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that Wu Heng, who was sitting beside him, suddenly fainted, Xuehua hugged him tightly into his arms and asked anxiously. But Wu Heng didn't respond, but spit out a mouthful of Yuan Shen essence blood, and the purple Luo skirt that stained the snowflakes red.

The temple palace with a vast history is shrouded in fairy mist, and the glow is dense, like a sacred land.

In a mysterious and silent palace.

The high priest of the temple sat on the Bagua diagram, operated the Heavenly Machine, borrowed the power of the starry sky of the universe, and a beam of divine light descended from the heavens, piercing through everything and shining on the high priest.

A mysterious man stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes were long, and his aura was lofty, he stood as calm as Mount Tai, steady and mysterious, looking at the high priest from time to time, waiting for the result predicted by the Heavenly Machine.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, the high priest who pinched the Heavenly Secret Technique turned pale, spit out three mouthfuls of blood in a row, and his face seemed to be aged for thousands of years, from a middle-aged man directly to an old man who was about to die, his breath was like a gossamer, and his body was like dry wood, as if he was about to die soon.

"High Priest, what's wrong with your body, what exactly did you predict?" the mysterious man who stood with his hands in his hands hurriedly asked.

"The hall master...... There is nothing we can do, and we can't predict who pretended to be a disciple of my temple and killed Liu Pinggong's grandson. "The High Priest has aged for thousands of years, and his voice is like a dry riverbed, dry and hoarse.

"Even you can't predict it?" said a look of surprise in the mysterious man's eyes.

"That kid has a lot of secrets on his body, the old man just wanted to touch it, but was blocked by a mysterious force, although it hurt my primordial spirit, but that kid was also injured by me with the secret technique of the Heavenly Machine, and he should be dying soon," the high priest's voice was still hoarse, without any emotional fluctuations.

"The young man who can break the Heavenly Machine Divine Technique of the High Priest has been rare since ancient times, I hope that this young man can survive, maybe in the future, he can be compared to the Holy Maiden Cold Frost. The mysterious man's voice echoed in the palace, but his body gradually faded into dissipation in the high priest's palace......

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