Half a day later, a black light lingered on the planet.

"Brontë will be the bodyguard of Yanyang Taishang Tianzun, and he will protect him for a month?"

In a majestic hall, an old man in a black robe touched his chin and stared at the middle-aged man in front of him.

This middle-aged man looked a little familiar, it was the Ocean Alliance envoy who had left the Burning Sun Sect.

"Yes, that's true, Wei Yong was seriously injured, he said it himself."

The messenger bowed his head, stunned.

"So, you didn't see Brontë with your own eyes?"

The old man smashed his mouth.

"Subordinate, subordinate didn't see it, but Wei Yong said it himself, it should be ......"

The messenger breathed heavily.

"I didn't see you with my own eyes, and I dared to come and restore the deity like this?"

The old man sighed, and his right hand suddenly raised and slapped it with a palm.

Bang!

Before the messenger could even react, his head had already blossomed, and several guards next to him saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward to drag his body out, and the floor stained with blood was also quickly wiped clean.

"Didn't a few people come back alive from the Galaxy Patio and bring them here?"

The old man's eyes flashed slightly, and he sat down in a deep groan.

After a while, the three young men were taken to the main hall, and when they saw the old man, they quickly knelt down and kowtowed.

"Let me ask you, what happened to the Yanyang Taishang Great Heavenly Venerable after he came out of the Milky Way Patio?"

The old man's words fell, and the three of you said it word by word, and a few minutes later, the old man's face was already covered with dark clouds.

"Hehe, Yanyang Sect, a small force that does not change its name, the deity has never put it in his eyes before, I can't imagine it, but it gave the deity such a big surprise."

The old man muttered to himself, got up slowly, walked to the door of the main hall, looked into the distance, and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Venerable, according to what they said, it is true that Brontë became that kid's bodyguard for a month, but whether he is Murong Jingyu's cousin or not is still in the second place, and even the three major forces are a little unconvinced."

"My subordinates think that we can send someone to investigate the identity of this son, and if he doesn't have any friendship with Murong Jingyu at that time, we can kill him by sending a few people at will."

"Because of this, he even deceived the Gimmer Firm, we want this kid's life, and Brontë will only turn a blind eye."

"After all, Brontë promised to protect him, but in fact, he was only concerned about the credibility of the Gimmer firm."

Behind the old man, a beautiful woman in her forties and fifties stepped forward and said very respectfully.

"Whether Brontë is acting or really trying to protect that kid, it's only been a month after all."

Facing the beautiful woman's suggestion, the old man shook his head: "And check the details of that kid, do you still need us to make a move, my Ocean Alliance, just wait and see what happens, if he is still alive in a month, it will not be too late to clear his Yanyang Sect." ”

"During this period, don't touch Brontë's brows, but step up the rectification of other forces, and now, it's time to close the net......"

The beautiful woman thought about it, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "It's still thoughtful, a small Yanyang Sect, it is true that there is no need to bother so much." ”

At the same time, in the midst of a constellation of stars in the Turbulent Star Field, in a luxurious church-like city.

"Maldom woke up?"

In a stone room, an old Western woman with only skin and bones left brightened her eyes and hurried out with a cane.

Ten minutes later, a secret room.

Maldom lay on the cold stone bed, and when his eyes opened, he found that there were already five or six people sitting around him.

Among these people, in addition to the old woman, Pope Lewena was also there.

"Ah, Sect Master, why are you here, even you!"

His eyes moved, and the moment he saw the old woman, Maldom hurriedly struggled to get up, and was about to kneel.

"No need."

The old woman waved her withered right hand: "This trip to the Milky Way Patio, the Holy See has suffered a lot of losses, and you are the only one who came back alive, let's talk about it." ”

"Leader ......"

Recalling the scene in the Milky Way patio, Maldom's eyes suddenly turned red: "It's all me, I can't protect my companions, but my subordinates are also forced to do so." ”

"It turns out that our previous detection and inference were wrong, the purple tree on that purple star has no source genes at all, and even the later water spirit essence is not."

"The one who really contains the source gene is the maidservant girl next to the Yanyang Taishang Great Heavenly Venerable, and her real identity is the princess of the Night Spirit Clan......

Listening to Maldom's statement, the old woman's wrinkled face showed a little impatience: "What I want is the result." ”

"Muslim master, the situation was urgent at that time, and his subordinates had no time to think about it, although their companions were all dead, but his subordinates, after all, brought back a hair of the princess of the night spirit clan, I think, there should be a source gene in this hair."

Maldom struggled out of bed and fell to his knees with a pop, clutching a long, shiny black hair in his palm.

"Yes, you have a good rest."

The old woman smiled, took her hair away, reached out and patted Maldom on the shoulder gently, and walked out of the secret room amid the congratulations of Pope Lewena.

In addition to the Western Holy See, the Lintian Immortal Sect has already fried the pot.

Almost the entire sect is spreading, the sect is arrogant the next day, and his legs were cut off by an inconspicuous boy, and he doesn't know what weapon he used, and the injury is irreversible.

In other words, even if the Lintian Immortal Sect had an elixir, it would be impossible for the Dust Fragrance Fairy's legs to recover.

The legs of the Dust Fragrance Fairy made the Lintian Immortal Sect angry, and he had already sent many teams of people to investigate Su Yang's background, as long as he was sure that it had nothing to do with the Murong family, then the anger of all parties waiting for him could be imagined.

Of course, he didn't know anything about these Su Yang, but he also thought of it and was looking for a way to solve this crisis.

But now that Brontë is in the Yanyang Sect, Su Yang doesn't dare to do anything in a big way, if he accidentally sees a flaw in it, he doesn't need several other forces to come to ask for the guilt, I'm afraid that Brontë will take his life.

Su Yang, it's annoying!

"Ma Dan, anyway, the lies have been spread, if you don't do it, then deepen it a little more."

On this day, Su Yang finished cultivating in the sect, and when he went out, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and hurriedly called Yan Bai over.

After a while, all the disciples had already gathered in Yanyang Square, and even Brontë was sitting outside the venue drinking coffee with great interest, to see what tricks Su Yang was going to play.

"Do you know what I asked you to gather for?"

Su Yang stood on the high platform, and a deep voice came out.

More than 2,000 people, you look at me, I look at you, and they all shake their heads.

"I'm sure you don't know."

Su Yang smiled: "I think you have also heard that Murong Jingyu is my cousin, just yesterday, she sent a message and said that she would come to the sect to see me in a few days." ”

"So from today onwards, all the members of the sect must be decorated with joy, prepare the delicacies of the mountains and seas, in short, use all their strength to welcome the arrival of your cousin, understand?"

(End of chapter)