It was a huge white marble statue.

Taoist robes, beam crowns, and mango shoes.

With his hands upside down, his sword on his back, and his gaze slanted as he fell to the high gate at the edge of the square.

The statue is lifelike, the clothes are turned, and it seems that it may fly off the high platform at any moment.

It was precisely because of the lifelike carving that Yong Bowen recognized it at a glance.

Isn't that Ning Buqi's statue?

Not to mention the hardware such as eyebrows, eyes, and figures, just poking there exudes the momentum of looking at the world, which is highly consistent with the image in the dream that can also look at the beams of the house.

Guangyang faction, Ning Buqi.

I just dreamed about it, and I was able to see it with my own eyes, and if it was a pure coincidence, I really didn't believe it.

Yong Bowen thought of his identity as the reincarnation of Ning Buqi's divine consciousness, and thought of the various past events about Qinglong Temple that he dreamed about because of the reincarnation among the flowers, and guessed that maybe it was because of the little imprints left by Ning Buqi's divine consciousness when he was stripped away, so that he would dream of those things after coming to the Guangyang faction.

At least when he saw the statue, the kind of familiarity that Yong Bowen felt at the beginning became stronger and stronger.

Seeing Yong Bowen staring at the statue and muttering silently, the middle-aged man with the role of a doctor cautiously introduced: "Lord Immortal Envoy, that is the great grandmaster of this sect who ascended to immortal thousands of years ago......"

"Ning Buqi, I know!" Yong Bowen said casually, "Very familiar! "He is really familiar with Ning Buqi anymore, although he has never interacted with him, and he has never seen him, but no matter how he says, he is also the reincarnation of Ning Buqi's distraction, although he was stripped off as soon as he was reincarnated, but it was also a bit of a dewy marriage, wasn't it? What's more, he has also seen how this hand-owed master fell into the cause and effect of the Qinglong Golden Fetus in the imprints that belong to the flowers.

It's just that Yong Bowen's casual words made the middle-aged man misunderstand, and he said ecstatically: "Are the immortal envoys familiar with Ancestor Ning?" Is he good in the fairy world? ”

"Uh...... It's not like this...... "Yong Bowen realized that he had made a small mistake, and was about to explain, but saw the little girl who had just screamed and ran away hurriedly ran back again, this time, she was not running alone, but followed by a large group of people, men and women, old and young, all wearing robes and carrying long swords, most of them were still stained with blood, and their faces were also black, and the most outrageous thing was that the few people who followed behind were carrying swords in their hands, and blood was dripping from the sword.

The middle-aged man immediately said: "The head has arrived, and I ask the immortal envoy to wait for a while." Without giving Yong Bowen a chance to explain, he walked over to the group of people, bowed to a white-bearded old man who was following the little girl, and whispered something, the old man's tense face immediately smiled, and he rushed to Yong Bowen in two steps - there was originally at least nearly fifty meters between the two - and gave a deep salute: "Luo Chuyi, the head of the Poor Dao Guangyang Sect, has seen the Immortal Envoy!" ”

Although his hair, beard and eyebrows are white, his face is full of red light, his spirit is strong, there is no old state, and his voice is also loud and abnormal, no matter which environment he puts in, he is a proper outsider, but now he is humble to Yong Bowen, which really makes Yong Bowen feel a little helpless, and he doesn't dare to accept his gift, so he hurriedly dodged aside, stretched out his hand to support Luo Laodao's arm, and said: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, Luo Zhangmen doesn't need to be polite!" ”

"Immortal envoys don't have to be so polite!" Luo Laodao still gave this gift, very respectful and solemn, and a large group of people followed behind him immediately bowed down in unison, which made Yong Bowen very uncomfortable, if he was really this Laoshizi immortal envoy, forget it, but he himself knew that his family and the immortal envoy had nothing to do with a dime, purely belonging to those who passed by to play soy sauce, and it was impossible for him to accept this gift with peace of mind.

"Immortal Envoy, please!" After Luo Laodao finished his salute, he immediately led Yong Bowen out of the square, walked out of the gatehouse where Ning Buqi's statue was staring from the line where the little girl ran just now, passed through many houses, and came all the way to a bluestone structure in front of the main hall.

Along the way, the houses are continuous, the streets are vertical and horizontal, like a small town, built on the mountain, and the streets of the houses are distributed along the mountain, gradually rising.

On the streets, the disciples of the Guangyang Sect wearing gray cloth clothes and swords on their backs rushed and shuttled, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

This bluestone hall is at the top of the entire town, looking down on the whole town from a high vantage point.

Standing in front of the bluestone hall and looking up, the whole town is in full view, the square just now is located in the center of the town, is on the mountainside, the tall statue of Ning Buqi is eye-catching.

At the foot of the hill, on the edge of the town, there are tall walls.

The city walls were full of heavily armed Guangyang Sect disciples, and under the city walls were full of horse demon corpses.

The battle above and below the city wall has not been extinguished, and the wolf smoke is filling, but the battle has just ended.

The town was facing a vast plain, but at this moment the plain was full of armies of horse demons, and the heavens and the earth were endless, and even the original color of the plain was covered tightly, and not the slightest trace of it could be exposed.

Comparatively speaking, the town where the Guangyang faction is located is like a stubborn stone standing against the boundless tide, perhaps resolute, but insignificant.

Luo Laodao and his entourage hugged Yong Bowen into the main hall, gave Yong Bowen to the main seat, and sat down one after another, Luo Laodao said apologetically: "The immortal envoy came to my Guangyang defense area, and the old man should have greeted him in person, but the war was tight at that time, and he really couldn't spare manpower, so that the immortal envoy fell into a heavy siege, almost unprotected, seriously injured, and asked the immortal envoy to forgive his sins!" After speaking, he stood up again and made amends to Yong Bowen, so a group of people suddenly stood up and followed Yong Bowen.

Yong Bowen had no choice but to say: "Master Luo doesn't have to apologize, the war was urgent at that time, and no one could control it." Besides, if it hadn't been for the Luo Sect to send Lu Wangxian, I'm afraid that I would have died in the chaos a long time ago. I don't know how Lu Wangxian and them are doing now? Although I guessed that Lu Wangxian and the others could not be spared, they were lucky after all.

Luo Laodao shook his head and sighed: "The demon army is powerful, the seventh chakra has been lost, and the Wangxian sent a guiding signal before the loss, leading the thunder array to carry out an indiscriminate attack, and now the entire mountain has been ploughed flat by the thunder, covering the chakra under the mud and stones......"

The mountains were flattened, and things as big as Kalachakra were covered under the mud and rocks, how could Lu Wangxian and the others survive.

Yong Bowen couldn't help but sigh, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that this is a good man." ”

"My Guangyang faction moved to this area since the immortal decree to resist the attack of demons, where three hundred and sixty-seven years, five months and eight days, more than 10,000 disciples fought bloodily, so far 3,467 people have been killed, Lu Wangxian and others are just one of these thousands of disciples!"

Luo Chu Yi sighed, and everyone was full of sadness.