How could Mo Xiaochuan make File Wancheng and the Feng family brothers really kneel on him, so he raised his hand to hold the three of them up.

"Don't be in a hurry to worship me. There are some things that I will make clear first, and it depends on your choice where to go. Mo Xiaochuan thought for a moment and said in a deep voice.

File Wancheng and the others looked at Mo Xiaochuan, not knowing what Mo Xiaochuan was going to say?

"As the inheritors of the Infinite Temple, do you know the original intention of the Infinite Temple when it was first established?" Mo Xiaochuan asked directly in the first sentence.

The two brothers, Wan Cheng and Feng Xiaojin and Feng Xiaoyin, lowered their heads and thought quietly.

"Seriously, I don't know how many years have passed since the establishment of the Infinite Temple. And from the time we know it, it is almost 90,000 years. But from the few words left by the ancestors, we speculate that the inheritance of the Infinite Temple is far more than this year. "Because among the three, File Wancheng is the oldest, and his cultivation is the highest, so it is still File Wancheng who explains to Mo Xiaochuan.

"At that time, the original intention of the creation of the Wuji Temple should have been to break the earthly cage and return to Hongmeng, as if to help Wuji or something exterminate his old enemies. Time is too long, and there have been many bizarre things before and after the Wuji Temple, and the records are not very complete. ”

"In our generation, it's good to be able to live, so it doesn't matter what kind of earth cage, Tianxuan cage. Even if there is any old enemy, tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, or even hundreds, tens of millions of years have passed. Besides, we don't even know who our opponents are, and it's hard to say whether they exist or not. Therefore, the original intention and nature of the establishment of the Infinity Temple have long since changed. ”

"The ups and downs of the world, the change of dynasties, the rise and fall of families, who can escape the hand of this heavenly way. Everything doesn't matter anymore, now, I just want the disciples of the Wuji Temple to survive, and they can continue to live. Yes, that's it. ”

After filing Wancheng finished speaking, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and looked at Mo Xiaochuan with hope, the Wuji Temple had declined in his generation, but he still didn't want the disciples of the Wuji Temple to be slaughtered.

His instinct told him that no matter what was behind, it would be useless for Huang Wutian to use any of his back hands, although he felt strange why he felt this way.

"What if you say that the rival of the Infinite Temple is still alive?" Mo Xiaochuan looked into File Wancheng's eyes and asked abruptly.

File Wancheng looked at Mo Xiaochuan strangely, as if he understood something, so he took a deep breath: "If you say, what does this have to do with us?

"I believe it. Mo Xiaochuan said very simply.

"Thank you. File Wancheng seemed to have put down something, and the breath he took deeply also turned into turbidity and was spit out for a long time.

"If the Infinite Temple belongs to the Xuan Temple, can you treat them equally well?" asked Wan Cheng.

"My brother, I will always treat everyone equally. But they want to treat them like my brothers. Mo Xiaochuan smiled faintly and said.

"No wonder the Xuan Temple is rising so fast, I see. Don't worry, I'll explain them. File Wancheng said with emotion and gratitude.

"Bastards, three old fellows, don't you want your life? Your life is in my hands. It doesn't matter what you say. After listening to the conversation between Mo Xiaochuan and File Wancheng, Huang Wutian knew that it was over, he had worked hard for so long, but he didn't expect that when he was dying, the peaches were going to be picked by others, how could he bear it again.

"Yes, the lives of the three of us old fellows are in your hands, but so what?" said Wan Cheng as he walked towards the besieged Wuji Temple.

"So what? Hehe, so what? Lao Tzu wants you to die, you have to die. Huang Wutian scolded.

"You are willing, how can we be reluctant?" Feng Xiaoyin seemed to let go of everything, and his face was indifferent.

"You ......" Huang Wutian didn't know what to say.

The people are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of death.

"Huang Wutian, how is it? It's not good to be a complete failure. Ha ha...... Lao Tzu is so fucking happy today, I really want to say loudly, I'll go!" Luo Kai said to Huang Wutian, who was constipated, frowning, and his face was more tangled.

"Do you really think you've won? Well, in that case, it doesn't matter if you kill everyone in the Infinite Temple, we kill them. I wanted to save some effort, but I didn't expect that in the end, I still had to do it myself. Huang Wutian began to smirk.

Yan Wushuang doesn't think so, Mo Xiaochuan is too calm, and his calmness makes people feel a little furious. He knew Huang Wutian's hole cards, but he didn't want Huang Wutian to take out his hole cards. Otherwise, the final loss is absolutely unacceptable to Huang Wutian.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, I will block them, you go first. Go fast and don't look back. Yan Wushuang ignored his injuries, flew in front of Huang Wutian, blocked the attack route of Mo Xiaochuan and the others, and said hurriedly.

"The unparalleled holy envoy, it was not easy to get them together, how can I be willing to leave. This time, let's let the two great temples of the East disappear. "Huang Wutian is quite passionate.

"Your Highness, this is not the best opportunity, you can escape first. Yan Wushuang scolded Huang Wutian miserably in his heart, but he still urged Huang Wutian to leave immediately.

"No, you are an eight-winged holy envoy, but you defend this unfortunate boy like a face, and you don't even care about your own life. Grandma, this kid shouldn't be the illegitimate son of the God King, right?" Xiong Qizhi came up and asked casually.

When Yan Wushuang heard this, his face changed, and he quickly returned to normal.

However, Mo Xiaochuan and the others, none of them are stupid, and through the change of Yan Wushuang's expression, they have already obtained what they want to know.

"Hehe, interesting, Lao Tzu hasn't come yet, it's better to kill the little one first. I don't know if Lao Tzu will hurry up because of the stimulation. In this way, it is better to solve the problem sooner. Yuzheng said with a strange smile.

Huang Wutian also looked at Yan Wushuang suspiciously, seeing Yan Wushuang's impatient and nervous expression, his heart also jumped suddenly, it turned out that this was the case. No wonder, no wonder, there are so many holy sons in the Holy Court, but they are blessed with their own blessings. Here's where it comes in. He is the son of the God King, the true Son of the Holy Court, and the absolute controller of the Holy Court in the future. Huang Wutian was secretly ecstatic.

"In that case, what should I do for the God King? Huang Wutian said to himself secretly.

"Mo Xiaochuan, file Wancheng, you all stay here for me today. The believers in the two major regions of the Wuji Temple and the Xuan Temple can be regarded as a gift from me to the God King and his old man's home. Huang Wutian felt that he was full of confidence, and he couldn't help but be arrogant, and laughed heartily.

(End of chapter)