Coupled with the fact that there was no result in the previous Lingmo Qiongkong Ling Shenxiao, and one day he led his troops to ambush and attack and kill him, but he was prepared for anything, and Bin Chang also took a longbow and killed the red-embroidered level killer in the periphery, Youyan Zhengfu basically had no one.

The nest is over.

The knife plague broke into like a bamboo, and with one knife, it sent Jia Minggong's soul to Jiuquan.

The news will spread immediately, and the rest of the killers who are scattered will suddenly become lost dogs, and the business they took over before will naturally no longer count.

Those who are targeted by the killers are also "safe".

Dark woods.

The small ball formed by the divine consciousness flew out leisurely from it, came to the nearby hillside, and swooped into the center of the eyebrows of the incarnation, "Du Fanglin" opened his eyes.

After confirming that the body of the incarnation is stable, he left a return order, and the soul left his weight and returned to the realm of consciousness, and then used the white and colorful space as a springboard, along the connection with the body, and returned to the cold peak waning moon.

……

So above the waning moon of Leng Feng, Du Fanglin also opened his eyes.

Unconsciously, the sawdust has been piled up on the stone table, and the wooden blocks under the lonely Hou carving knife have taken on the shape of a human.

"You're back." Lonely Hou paused, "How?" ”

The alliance temporarily interrupted the conversation, and something important must happen in the distance, and judging by its relaxed expression, the result should not be bad.

What happened on the other side of the dark woods, the "incarnation" did not see the end, but the situation was decided, and all the results were already in the mind.

Du Fanglin tapped his knee with his fingertips and chose the most important news to say first:

"There are many sects in the Central Plains, and seventeen have entered my hands."

It was he who took the opportunity to calculate the nest that caused the change of power in the seventeen sects, and of course the superiors were all "puppets".

As soon as the words came out, there was a muffled thunder and vibration in the clouds outside the sky, and the lonely Hou's face moved, and pointed to the outside, and a strong wind turned out.

The wind destroys the nine tin swords outside the pavilion, and the nine tin ones usurp the position of the sky. However, the wind was too late, and a thunderbolt fell, splitting the grass pavilion in an instant.

With a click, the four pillars of the small pavilion broke together!

An inexplicable wind came, as if there was heaven and earth rising, the sound of the call was mourning, the top of the grass pavilion fell to the side, and the four pillars slammed to the ground, one was horizontal on the stone table, as if separating the two, and the other three were facing different directions, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, but they just surrounded Du Fanglin in the middle.

Lonely Hou was holding the wooden figure in his hand, frowning slightly, and reacted very quickly to shatter the wooden figure in his hand into powder.

At this time, the Jiuxi Sword should be slightly swaying with the wind of heaven and earth, and a burst of echoes came from the cliff, canceling out some of the wails in the wind. The dust and smoke dissipated, and Du Fanglin never moved.

From the moment he stepped out of the Huaishan Ink Pond and returned to this world, he began to prepare for this day.

"Ahem, ahem." The lonely Hou was disturbed by the dust and smoke, and he coughed for a while. There are still wood chips in his hands that were born after the wooden man was broken, "Surrounded by wood into a prisoner, the 'prisoner' is also forbidden." Although I broke the wooden man in time, but this pillar is wood, the wood is between you and me, and the person is on the left side of the wood, and the 'rest' is also. ”

"Omen of Rest, you...... It's finally crossed the line. ”

"So, it's late." Seventeen sects, more than seventeen lives, like a straw that is not too light, superimposed on the Yungu Thunder Peak overnight bloody case, no matter how much merit there is, it will become a monstrous cause and effect.

The prisoner is breathless, and his life is lost.

Du Fanglin can see clearly, this time it is no longer an ethereal induction, but a real sign of heaven, which means that it is inevitable and perfunctory.

Du Fanglin raised his hand and then pointed at the table with his index finger, and a stream of air expanded outward, and in an instant, the four pavilion pillars turned into ashes, and they were blown into the soil by the wind, and the grass blades scattered around the pavilion were also ashed...... And in the ashes, green grass sprouts gradually grew.

Only the Nine Tin Sword Standing on the Sword Stand here, as well as the stone table that was smashed out of the cracks, and the lonely Hou on the table who had just put down the carving knife and sawdust.

"Ahem!" Lonely Hou didn't stop everything from changing, but he coughed so much that he wanted to hand him a glass of water. After a long time, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief: "The sound of Jiuxi, the outside is void and the middle is real...... The echoes overlap each other, and they are the same hexagram...... You should not go back to the northern regions, but you need to beware of walking to the end of the road, like the shadow of the moon in the water. “

The outer void and the middle are real, which means that the hexagram is "kan". Those who are stuck in the hurdles are also trapped, and when they encounter the flow, they will be noted, and when they encounter the hurdles, they will stop. It also refers to the north, and the northern region is Du Fanglin's first stop again, temporarily referring to his hometown in the bitter realm, so "quitting home for thousands of miles, starting to avoid tun no". From this moment on, he could not return to the Northern Regions.

"I'll keep an eye on it."

Fortunately, at this point, he didn't need to go further north...... I just hope that the old friend who lives in the Northern Regions will not have any more problems.

"With these seventeen factions, it should be able to trigger the first wave of offensive in the future of the public court."

Lonely Hou clenched his fist against his lips and continued to calm his breath, only then did he induce Jiuxi to intend to break the situation from the destiny of heaven, and the burden on his heart and lungs was heavier than hitting people with a sword.

"Then, leave one more person for you. He will be responsible for directing the rest of the Central Plains until everything is in your hands. ”

Du Fanglin got up, of course, this person refers to the eight confessions who have learned the art of puppetry. There is no magic technique that is more suitable for secretly manipulating, sowing discord, and inserting its own people in each faction than puppetry.

The Lonely Hou will definitely be able to use the Eight Confessions more properly than him, until one day the value of the puppet technique is exhausted......

Standing about a foot away from the two of them, he had just witnessed the thunder slashing straight down, and he still hadn't recovered at this time, and he always felt like he was involved in something terrible, or about to be involved......

Lonely Hou raised his head slightly and glanced over.

"Yes." He said.

A gust of wind blew, and the eight confessions suddenly felt cold all over their bodies......

"One more thing." Du Fanglin got up, "In your opinion, in the matter of the public court, if you want to send someone to Yungu Thunder Peak, who is more appropriate?" “

The public court, Confucianism and Taoism, Confucianism has determined the world of Confucianism, and the Taoist gate is represented by the soon-to-be-famous Ling Shenxiao, only Buddhism involves cause and effect, and it is difficult to decide who will send the letter for a while.

I'm afraid I'll be thrown off the mountain by Lianxin and others, really.

However......

"There is no way to avoid it." The lonely Hou lowered his eyes indifferently: "Nature is still, Spring and Autumn Linque." ”

…… It is the same judgment as Jun Man's judgment.

Du Fanglin got up and prepared to leave, and motioned to the lonely son of Tianya, who had been teaching for a few days, to stay by the lonely marquis.

Before leaving, he asked sincerely: "Do you need to introduce you to a reliable doctor, for example, the one with a business license in the Bitter Realm?" ”

- It's a catastrophe.

But compared to himself, who has mastered two or three life-saving methods, is there a short-lived risk of a lonely Hou who coughs and coughs?

Du Fanglin really cares about the body of the Future Alliance-he has to work hard to become an undead...... I don't mind if you do "sit-ups", monkey!

……

Meanwhile.

In the nest, the knife plague killed Jia Minggong, a teardrop fell on the blade, leaving the head of the person with a long howl of sorrow, turning around and speeding away in the direction he came.

The place she was going to was prompted by the memories that had been disturbed, and she hated the river she had hoped for before she died.

The knife plague didn't know that his son had already been taken away and buried, and the person who buried his hatred was the young bower who passed him in the dark.

Yin and yang.

Or maybe everything is already predestined. It's like next, there will be a few disciples of a certain sect who escaped death soon, breaking into the depths of Dingyou's nest and witnessing the martial arts rookie ascending to the shore Daozi alone to eradicate the martial arts tumor Youyan Zhengfu.

At that time, Ling Shenxiao was leaning over to check Jia Minggong's body, and he was speechless for a while. When he remembered that he could ask his companion for verification, he found that his companion Bin Chang had also stood outside the crowd at some point, spreading his hands innocently.

……

"Outside the nickname, martial arts rookie Ling Shenxiao, alone bravely entered Youyan Zhengfu, and cut off Jia Minggong's head with a Taoist magic sword, which can be said to be a breath of evil for the innocent and tragic people who have died over the years, it can really be described as a heroic youth, a pillar of martial arts!"

"The third uncle of my aunt's family died of Youyan Zhengfu's murder, woo woo, revenge, dumbfounded, dumbfounded......"

"Someone from the Loyal Martyr's Mansion is back again, and the Loyal Martyr Wang Wat Junqing intends to set up a martial arts court to promote the right path, reward the good and punish the evil, and restore the order of the martial arts!"

"Really, really, really? Wulin Court, the name can bring hope to people when you hear it...... So if the neighbor's youngest son often steals my chickens, can we ordinary people sue me? ”

In other places, there are many sect leaders gathering.

"I heard that the King of Loyalty, Taoism, and Buddhism is going to invite the masters of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism to maintain the order of the martial arts, so that the wicked will definitely be punished.

"Seconded!" "Yes." "That's it—"

……

Overnight.

The young Daozi ordered Shenxiao to eradicate the martial arts tumor and set the nest, and the loyal martyr Wang Wat Junqing wanted to come forward to set up a martial arts court, which spread widely among the people and various sects.

Immediately after that, definite news came that the loyal martyr Wang Wat Junqing intended to invite Ling Shenxiao to become the representative of the Daomen in the three sects of the public court.

Among the three religions, the Xuanzong on the bright side is not a person in the realm of suffering, so naturally he cannot participate in the establishment of the public court. The rest of the sects that were born, no one can compare to the Dao shore, and in fact, Ling Shenxiao, who is the descendant of the Heavenly Dao Heaven and the Heavenly Bloodline, is more qualified to represent the Daomen.

Among the people, although most martial arts people have heard of the name of Ling Mo Qiongkong for the first time, the matter of making Shenxiao eradicate Youyan Zhengfu is still in their ears, and they feel that the name of the Zhongliefu to invite this Taoist to be the representative of the three religions is natural.

In less than a night, I am afraid that the news will be transmitted back to the shore of the Dao, so that the Dao Qi, who has been secretly paying attention to his disciples, will immediately jump to his feet if he does not go to the Dao.

In order to help the Outer Heaven re-establish the inheritance, the Ascending Dao Shore, who has always believed that cultivators should not be involved in the earthly world, has to start thinking about whether to send people to support, for fear that the rare Outer Heaven Inheritance Dao will be involved in the martial arts affair and die, so I really have to be sorry for the Outer Heaven Outer Heaven, the Ascending Dao Shore, and the Sea of Clouds, the ancestor who shares the three elements of the Dao lineage.

At this point, in the public court, the candidates for Confucianism and Taoism can be basically determined, although it will take some time for the situation to ferment.

However, after all, the road ahead is clear.

……

"Ahem."

There is one less pavilion for the cold peak waning moon.

Lonely Hou sat at the stone table, slowly took out new wooden blocks, and began to carve again the wooden figures that could never be finished.

He was thinking about the increasingly blurred face of the benefactor in his memory, and he was also trying to figure out the information of a certain attitude feedback from the collaborator who had left...... Those who are good at taking advantage of others should also be good at using themselves, and the conclusion is that there is no need to worry about the death of their collaborators due to the catastrophe.

Those who can live the first time can live the second time, even if three more thunders fall from the sky.

"How many have you written down, there are certain powerful sects in the martial arts today?" Lonely Hou didn't look up, and asked slowly.

Standing about three feet away from the stone table, Hachien remembered the painful experience during this time.

He said, "...... All. “