Among the ghost cities in the desert, this most mysterious fortress outside the fortress is now the base of the Ming Sect and the current Demon Sect.

On this day, regardless of whether there is a mission in the Ming Sect or not, no matter what the mission is, everyone chooses to return to the Sect because their king has returned.

"My subordinates greet the sect leader."

In the main hall, ten thousand people gathered. At the door, a man in a blue shirt slowly walked to the stage, looking at these people underground with moist eyes.

"Long time gone, my brothers."

How many years have passed, Ming Shiyue remembers that it seems to have been more than ten years, and since he was imprisoned in Zhu Di's prison, he has never seen these brothers again.

Just as everyone was looking at the sect leader who had returned to the throne, in the middle of the group, a woman with a thin face and a strange expression took a step to the left and walked out.

"Sect Master, this is the time when the vitality of the Ming Dynasty is greatly damaged, we should seize the opportunity to overthrow Zhu Di and help Zhu Yunwen restore the country."

The woman who came out was none other than the notorious witch in the Demon Sect - Leng Fengping.

Leng Fengping's life is miserable, and she is enchanted because of hatred. Because the prodigal son of Dengtu was greedy for his beauty and rude entanglement, he shot too hard to kill him with all patience, and provoked Su Bailing, the head of the Xingzhu faction, to avenge his beloved disciple and lead the crowd to chase and kill.

Since then, Leng Fengping has embarked on the road of escape, during which her husband died in battle to save her, and Leng Fengping was alone and lonely, living outside the plug. Later, he was bought by the desert ghost town, learned the nine yin and white bone claws, practiced with the living, and sacrificed with the blood of the enemy, and soon his face was thin, his expression was strange, and his reputation was notorious.

For this person, Ming Shiyue still has a deep impression, after all, such a life experience is always sympathetic.

"I have my own measure on this matter, you don't have to mention it." looked at Mrs. Mingyue beside her. Ming Shiyue's eyes flashed, and she said silently.

"He wants to see you." After saying this, Leng Fengping retreated into the team, and did not wait for Ming Shiyue to say anything.

Looking at the surrounding sect members who bowed their heads in their hearts, Ming Shiyue already had a plan in her heart, and she was silent on the surface.

on the glazed lake. Zhu Yunwen wore a white shirt with elegant and flying eyes, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose, full red lips, and long hair tied up high, curled into a bun from the top of his head.

Who can want to think that the young man in front of him is Zhu Yunwen, the Jianwen Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, looking at the calm lake, he threw the fishing rod in his hand into the lake.

After feeling someone coming behind him. Zhu Yunwen didn't look back, but just asked softly.

"What do you think of the world?" Under the calm tone, Ming Shiyue could still detect the hidden anger, which was the gnashing of teeth for Zhu Di.

"Calm, just like the lake, the fisherman is not profitable, the world is chaotic, the water is mixed. There are also people who sit and reap the profits. Ming Shiyue's words contain his views on the world.

Ten years in this prison. Ming Shiyue has talked to Zhu Di more than once, and the two of them have argued more than once because of this matter. The two people have their own opinions, each with their own reasons.

But in the end, Ming Shiyue was still persuaded by Zhu Di, the reason is very simple, "Da Ming is determined." In this world that desperately needs to recuperate for prosperity and stability, would you like to see this world involved in another strife? ”

In a word, Ming Shiyue was speechless. Yes, he's the leader of the Demon Cult, but. He is also a person of the Ming Dynasty, and he can't afford to bear the responsibility of the chaos in the world, and he can't afford the Demon Sect.

"You're telling me to let go?" Zhu Yunwen is not a fool, he didn't hear what Ming Shiyue said, but he was a little puzzled, what was the reason for this self-support and rebellion.

"Not long after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the foundation was unstable. After another four years of civil strife, now that the male and female are unique, why not go with the flow and stop the war. so that the people of the world can live and work in peace and contentment,"

For Zhu Yunwen, Ming Shiyue contained sympathy, but this sympathy could not be a reason for him to help the abuse, and he did not allow the brothers of the Demon Sect to participate in this dispute.

"I am the true son of the Ming Dynasty, the grandson of the emperor Taizu himself, Zhu Di, the rebel minister, as long as the sect leader is willing to help me restore the country, Zhu Yunwen originally established the Demon Sect as the state religion of the dynasty, and the sect leader was crowned as the national teacher of the Ming Dynasty and the throne of the King of Qi, hereditary replacement."

At the end of this conversation, Zhu Yunwen was still sitting in his last effort, hoping that it was his friend who stood by his side, not an enemy.

"I need to retreat for ten days, and I'll give you an answer at the Demon Cult Conference." After thinking for a moment, Ming Shiyue decided to delay it first.

"Okay." Seeing Ming Shiyue's departure, Zhu Yunwen angrily threw the white jade fishing rod in his hand into the glazed lake, and now he already knew Ming Shiyue's answer.

Outside the desert, Zhu Di has arrived in this desert with bad people and people from the six gates, and what he wants to find is nothing more than the location of this desert ghost town.

However, Zhu Di didn't notice that behind them, eight people with different expressions and even stranger dresses were watching him, and a trace of murderous aura floated in the air.

In the main hall of the Demon Sect, behind Ming Shiyue, there were more than a dozen disciples of the Demon Sect kneeling, and they were waiting for the sect leader's speech.

"Pass my order and go gather all the Ming Sect disciples." At this time, the torrential rain in the desert outside can be said to be very rare.

In a very hidden ancestral hall of the Demon Sect, there are dozens of tablets standing in the small room, and Zhu Yunwen is incense inside, and behind him, standing is Mrs. Mingyue.

"This time, Zhu Di personally led the six bad people to act." Lady Mingyue's voice sounded softly in the room.

"Zhu Di, a traitor, really can't wait to kill me." Hearing this, Zhu Yunwen gritted his teeth and his voice rose with resentment, and his voice contained infinite anger.

"Rest assured, everything will work out according to plan." After Mrs. Mingyue said this, she silently withdrew from the room, leaving Zhu Yunwen alone in the room.

In the main hall, there was only Ming Shiyue alone, and the messenger disciples sent out before were nowhere to be found, and it was obvious that he Ming Shiyue was hollowed out by some people and became an empty shelf.

"Back then, I was questioned by the elders of the sect, isolated and helpless, only you were by my side, I thought that there was only one person in this world who would not betray me, and that was you."

You can hear how disappointed Ming Shiyue was in his tone, the person he trusted most in his life betrayed him when he needed support the most.

"Don't forget, it was you who gave me to Zhu Yunwen in Ming Shiyue, it was you who betrayed our goal for many years, and now it is you who betrayed the Demon Sect." For Ming Shiyue's disappointment, Mrs. Mingyue seemed so disdainful, and even a little contemptuous.

On top of the ghost city, Zhu Di stood at the head of the wall, and the six doors behind him knelt behind him, and said silently.

"Your Majesty, now the guards have surrounded the entire ghost town."

On the top of the main hall, after hearing Mrs. Mingyue's words, Ming Shiyue was particularly angry, it was really funny, and now someone actually said that he Ming Shiyue betrayed the Demon Sect, which is simply a big joke in the world.

"You know me, even if I am dead tomorrow, I will not do anything to turn my back on the Demon Sect. Although he Zhu Yunwen is orthodox, he is not capable enough to entrust the great cause. ”

For Zhu Yunwen, Ming Shiyue didn't want to mention this waste at all, if it wasn't for this demon sect back then, how would he have it

"People will change, things will change, there is something in this world that is eternal, you are no longer the bright time and moon of the year, today, I am afraid you don't count here."

Behind Mrs. Mingyue, all the Mingjiao sect members gathered behind her, obviously, what they supported was Mrs. Mingyue, which was Zhu Yunwen's so-called great cause.

And among them, it is even more so

Flowers are impermanent, embroidery, people and demons

Shen Xiaochuan has a flowery face

Feng Qing Bo ordered Yama

Zhan Zhenwen cut the evil god

Han Rushuang jade-faced flying fox

Wan Qi Jingwen Soul Bow

Leng Feng Ping ghost bone claw girl

These people are representatives, all these years of hiding in Tibet, all these years of slander out of thin air, they have had enough, why.

Their Mingjiao is also the same meritorious service as Wan Qi Ruosu, why did they fall into the Demon Sect, is it in vain that they have suffered all these years? They don't understand why the sect leader changed his mind and became Zhu Di's accomplice.

On the ghost city, the chaser knelt behind Zhu Di with a serious face, just now, he led the crowd into the main altar of this demon sect, but found nothing.

"Your Majesty, there is no one inside the Demon Sect." Just when Zhu Di was about to let them look for it again, suddenly there was a commotion below, and a group of fierce gods and evil gods came out of thin air.

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint Your Majesty." In the crowd, Mrs. Mingyue led the crowd out and walked towards Zhu Di's location.

"Stop, this is," one of the guards could say before he could finish his sentence before it was choked in his throat.

"Click."

Like throwing a piece of garbage, Mrs. Mingyue has always been disgusted with this dead man.

Glancing at the tiger's eyes, Zhu Di had already discovered Ming Shiyue who was tied up by five flowers in the Demon Sect crowd in an instant, and now it seemed that his persuasion plan had failed.

"Da Da Da"

Footsteps sounded, and a man in white slowly walked out of the hidden crowd and stood opposite Zhu Di.

"It's you." Zhu Di roared angrily, this is the good nephew he thinks about day and night.

"Zhu Di, you rebel, you should return my country today."

At the moment of speaking, Ming Shiyue broke free of the rope, and with a turn, she had already come behind Zhu Di, wanting to take him away.

"Woooooooooo

Above the void, the flute exploded, and everyone looked up, and Song Hexuan and his group of eight people slowly walked from above the sky.

"Sect Master Ming Shiyue, don't be in such a hurry, this guest hasn't come yet, why are you in such a hurry."

As he spoke, Song Hexuan's eyes looked at the sky, where a fiery red color dyed the sky, and where the murderous machine rose to the sky.

(To be continued.) )