Chapter 13: The Last Word (I)
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Everyone present suddenly looked shocked, and after a while, the white fat old man who was standing beside the white tiger and looked a little sleepy-eyed suddenly smiled and said, "The old poison is really resourceful, he arranged the back road early, and he can advance and retreat freely, and he can be said to be bright for a while with the sect master of the ghost king." ā
Xiao Wan, the young man who was holding the ghost king, raised his head suddenly, stared at the white fat old man, his eyes were cold, and shouted: "Xuanwu Venerable Envoy, what do you mean by this?" ā
Xuanwu seemed to be a very amiable person, and he didn't get angry, but just smiled and said, "What do I mean, can't you hear it?" ā
Xiao Wan's eyes suddenly turned sharp, but Mr. Ghost, who was standing beside him at this moment, suddenly coughed lightly and reminded in a low voice, "The sect master is awake." ā
Xiao Wan was startled, and hurriedly looked down, and sure enough, the ghost king, who had only seen him like gold paper, slowly opened his eyes, and couldn't help but be surprised, and said, "Sect Master, are you okay?" ā
The Ghost King looked a little weak, gasped twice with difficulty, and then motioned for Xiao Wan to sit upright, facing Qiu Wangyu and the other four, the Ghost King smiled bitterly and said, "Sect Master, four holy envoys, Xiao Wan is young and ignorant, don't worry about him." ā
Xuanwu still seemed to have some respect for this ghost king sect master, and shook his head when he heard this, but he didn't say anything more.
But Qiu Wangyu laughed and said: "Your apprentice is very good, you don't be surprised when you make a decision, you can be regarded as saving the two of us, and you are a talent...... Sizzle! In the middle of his words, he suddenly gasped, and a trace of pain crossed his face.
Everyone was shocked, and the man holding him exclaimed even more, Qiu Wangyu gasped for a few moments, then waved his hand and sighed: "That Immortal Sword is really powerful, even the secret method recorded in the Heavenly Demon Strategy can't suppress this evil aura." Without waiting for the people around him to speak, he called directly: "Qinglong." ā
The man beside him shook slightly, bowed his head and said, "My subordinates are here." ā
Qiu Wangyu's expression was calm, and he said: "Look at this injury, I am already a dying person, and I can't go back to the Barbarian Temple alive, and now there are a few things that I can't rest assured, and I have to explain to you." ā
The four holy envoys of the Demon Sect all changed color, including the three people on the Ghost King Sect's side, only to see the Ghost King's face change sharply, and hissed: "Sect Master, why do you say this? ā
Qiu Wangyu smiled, pushed Qinglong away and slowly sat up straight, and said: "Life and death are just idle matters, I insisted on besieging Qingyun, I didn't intend to suffer this defeat, and countless sect members lost their lives. ā
Qinglong, White Tiger, Xuanwu, and Vermilion Bird knelt down together in front of him in an instant. Qinglong's body trembled slightly, his tiger eyes were full of tears, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Sect Master, you must not give up your life lightly, I have waited for the children of the Holy Sect for thousands of years before ushering in the current prosperous situation, if you are not there, I am afraid that the Holy Sect is again, and it is ......."
Qiu Wangyu was silent for a moment, and sighed: "It's all because I'm so greedy and underestimate the heroes of the world, so it's also a proper duty to suffer this retribution, but I hate but ruined the good situation of my Holy Sect, making me a sinner of the Holy Sect for thousands of years." That's it, no more need. After I die, you will cremate my body on the spot, take my ashes and scatter them under the Shura Pagoda of the Savage Temple, and the sun and wind will blow to atone for my great sins today. ā
Qinglong's body trembled instantly, his lips and teeth trembled, and he looked at Qiu Wangyu in a daze, and he couldn't speak for a while. Behind him, the white tiger let out an angry but desperately suppressed roar; The woman in black, Suzaku, bowed her body to the ground, choked and cried.
But under Qiu Wangyu's gaze, Qinglong's mouth was hoarse, and two lines of hot tears flowed down, and finally he still kowtowed, slamming on the ground in front of Qiu Wangyu, and made a muffled bang: "Yes......"
Qiu Wangyu pondered for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "In this battle of Qingyun, I see that there are many heroes and wizards of the young generation of Qingyun, which is really a sign of prosperity, and it will inevitably prosper in a few decades, and its strength is far stronger than that of the previous generation; On the other hand, in my Holy Sect, although there are many people who are strong in Taoism, they are no longer able to win the expectations of the people of all factions. After my death, the Holy Sect will inevitably be in chaos, and the various factions will continue to fight among themselves. He smiled bitterly, looked at Qinglong, and said in a low voice: "After I die, you will immediately lead people back to the wilderness, guard the temple, and do not enter Middle-earth again within a single jiazi, remember to remember." ā
Qinglong shook his head to the ground, couldn't raise his head for a long time, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes." ā
A trace of pain flashed on Qiu Wangyu's face again, and his body was also crooked, but he still managed to sit up straight again, and then looked at the Ghost King Sect, stared at the Ghost King for a moment, and said slowly: "Ghost King Sect Master, I disappointed you." ā
The ghost king was shocked, and he didn't know where he had the strength to stand up, Xiao Wan hurriedly supported him, and then the ghost king grabbed his arm, pulled him to kneel down to Qiu Wangyu together, and hissed at the same time: "Why did the sect leader say this!" Our Holy Sect has been in civil strife for hundreds of years, and it has withered, but fortunately, the sect leader was born out of thin air, unified the Holy Church, and worked hard to make the situation where it is today. I only wish that the sect leader will last forever, and whoever dares to slander the sect leader in the future, my ghost king sect will be the first to fight with him! ā
Qiu Wangyu stared at the Ghost King for a long time, nodded and looked away.
But the ghost king knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise his head.
After a while, he only heard Qiu Wangyu and said lightly: "After this battle, the Ghost King Sect and the Ten Thousand Poison Sect are the two strongest remaining factions under the Holy Sect, and it is incumbent on you to protect the temple, so go back as soon as possible." ā
The ghost king immediately said: "Yes, the subordinates obey the order." ā
Qiu Wangyu smiled, and then turned his head, but he looked ahead, only to see a majestic mountain standing in the world, straight into the sky, with thousands of clouds and mist, just like a giant looking down on the world.
He stared at it in a daze, and suddenly sighed, the original unruly heroism was gone, only the face was full of gloom, and there was still unwillingness in his eyes, and after a while, a head slowly hung down, but the mouth was still whispering: "Qingyun, Qingyun...... Green ......"
Qinglong sensed something, Huo Di raised his head, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, letting Qiu Wangyu lean on him, but after a while, he suddenly saw Qiu Wangyu's head tilted to the side, and there was no sound anymore.
There was silence for a moment, and everyone fell to their knees, as if they couldn't believe their eyes, and their minds went blank.
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