Chapter 275: WTO accession

"I am willing to make a bet with the little master, please stay here for the time being, if the little master can persuade the ten people who want to kill him from now on, he will be willing to return to Wanshengyan with the little master, how about it?"

The fairy fox is conclusive, and there is no intention of deception, but the more this is the case, the more hesitant the Buddha is...

"The layman killed first, if the Taoist friend of Longweitai came to the door for the layman to kill his friend before, how could the little monk be qualified to stop it?"

"Hah..."

As if he had heard some interesting joke, Liuying smiled and sighed, but his eyes suddenly froze

"Could it be that it was my fault to kill the people of Long Weitai, and it was right for Long Weitai to destroy countless living beings in my wonderful heavens?"

“…”

"This bet, little master, are you willing to take it?"

"Amitabha, a word is a certainty."

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In the dense forest shrouded in morning mist, a little girl in a white dress pulled a man in black clothes and white hair, and slowly walked out of the deep mountain realm step by step.

It's not that she's worried about someone in front of the shack... On the contrary, according to her meaning, I wish that the stinky monk would freeze to death and starve to death!

"Master... What if he did? ”

Xiao Bai seemed to shake Liuying's wide palm with some concern, but the latter smiled as if he didn't care.

"If that's the case, then why don't I accompany him to the Ten Thousand Saints Rock?"

Stepping out of the deep mountain, Liuying had already sat down and decided, this time, he would not give up until he found a way to break the barrier! Probably because he has a goal, he is at this moment. It's not as cold as it has been in the past decade... Of course, maybe part of it is because I met the little monk named Liansheng.

Out of the aftermath... Or maybe out of some kind of compensation, he seems to "inexplicably" give the other party a chance, a chance that once appeared in front of him... He wanted to see how the other party would choose.

"Master!"

The little hand holding the Flowing Shadow clenched suddenly. Xiao Bai looked at the flowing shadow in front of him nervously, as if he was about to cry.

"You can't be serious, can you?"

This time, Liuying didn't explain again, but gently touched Xiaobai's head with his other hand.

She is still too young, although she has been following Liuying, but many things, Xiaobai is still just witnessing. She still doesn't understand that there is nothing more complicated in the world than human feelings. The hardest thing to distinguish is love and hate...

Decade... In the past ten years, the majesty of the Flowing Shadow has already spread all over the Central Plains! Although there are not many people who can really see him in person, there are no longer people who dare to go into the mountains to take revenge just with their blood. Nowadays, in addition to having great confidence in their own cultivation, the people who dare to enter this mountain almost without exception have a deep hatred for Liuying, eager to skin it raw and cramp its tendons!

Liansheng wants to dissolve this hatred... It is undoubtedly difficult to get to the sky.

So Liuying didn't say anything, just pulled Xiaobai out of the mountains slowly. Out of that cage that has been closed off for ten years. Of course, strictly speaking, this is the second time that the Shadow has set foot in the realm of the Terran monks. At the same time, this is also the first time in this world, with his own will, to step into the land of human beings.

It's just that now he is no longer the little fox demon who had to hide at any time, fearing that he would be discovered by the human monks. Even if it is not alone. But now he is definitely a top master who can cause Kyushu to shake in the palm of his hand. Because of this, when he took Xiaobai and walked towards Dawang Village step by step, he aroused a thought that no one could understand.

"Master, where are we going?"

Years of getting along. Liuying's temper couldn't be clearer, since he didn't want to say it, it would be useless to ask for it himself. The irritable little fox no longer dwelled on the previous bet, but began to care about the destination of this trip. After all, this is also the first time that Xiaobai has gone to the human world after her transformation, and for a little girl like her, there is anxiety and confusion, and there is naturally excitement and expectation.

And this time, Liuying didn't skimp on his words any longer, his gaze passed through the layers of mountains, through the barrier of the rapids of the rapids, and looked fixedly in an unfamiliar direction. Liuying took a deep breath and spoke in a voice that was calmer than Xiaobai had imagined, and said those three words.

"Long Weitai."

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Longweitai.

These three words alone are enough to repel the barbarians and demons who originally gathered near their station... For thousands of years, the Central Plains has never suffered from beasts and barbaric disasters, thanks to this Daomen wonderland that stands on the border of the Central Plains. Today, if the Central Plains Xiuzhen Realm really wants to launch a leader of the righteous path in the world, I believe that most people will choose the "Hanhai Book Mountain" where the master of the school is located. But if it is in this border place far away from the Central Plains, the reputation of Longweitai is absolutely inviolable.

As a thousand-year-old faction, in addition to the supreme leader Tianzun, there are three palaces and seven halls under Longweitai, which dominates the entire Longweitai. They are called Zixiao Palace, Qianyuan Palace, and Lingxuan Palace, and under the three palaces, they are divided into Tianshu Palace, Tianxuan Palace, Tianji Palace, Tianquan Palace, Yuheng Palace, Kaiyang Palace, and Shaoguang Palace.

The three palaces and seven halls are shaped like stars, and the chess pieces are located near the southwest exit of the Central Plains, and all the buildings are naturally built on the giant mountain "Mangyan". Mangyan was originally a dangerous peak, it is rumored that it was the immortals of Longweitai who opened the sword to cut off the top of it, so as to form the special landform of the high platform here now. For thousands of years, the aura of the famous mountain has not been dispersed, and the human monks have practiced the Tao here day and night, and there are often dragon qi swallowing and exhaling on this high platform, which is also the origin of the name of Longweitai.

In the past 100 years, Longweitai's current Tianzun Beichen Yin, on the one hand, has cultivated himself to be transcendent, and has practiced the Xuanyuan True Scripture of this sect to the realm of "Taishang", which is on par with the rest of the righteous leaders of the Central Plains, on the other hand, he has made great efforts to govern the country, and has led the three palaces and seven halls of Longweitai to kill demons and demons for a hundred years, and his chivalrous name has been broadcast all over the world, and he has been admired by thousands of ordinary people, and it has pushed the prestige of Longweitai to a new peak...

Ten years ago, Beichen Yin participated in the internal upheaval of Zhong Miaotian, the last territory of the demon clan, and suppressed the demons with a strong wrist, and leveled the entire Zhong Miaotian in one fell swoop. It's just that this thing should have been solved perfectly, but there was a little accident at the last moment...

Stepping through the thousand-story dragon steps, the purple smoke in the Longwei Terrace was filled, but at this moment, in a delicate wooden room in the Tianquan Hall of the Qianyuan Palace, a tall and amazing young man suddenly woke up from the nightmare. The cold sweat wet his clothes, and it also made the face of the fiasco even more gray and ruined...

Murong Shou couldn't remember how many times he had woken up from that terrible dream.

Since ten years ago, his cultivation that had reached the peak of creation had not improved at all, and even the figure of the original strong man had been thinning down day by day, until today, he in the bronze mirror was already like a dry bone in the mound, and he was completely reminiscent of the high-spirited "Senior Brother Murong" ten years ago.

He smiled bitterly and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then put on his robe and sat by the window blankly, staring blankly at the familiar scenery in front of him... At hand, there is a superb fairy sword that has not been pulled out for many years.

Ten years on, he was stunned again and again, but he never really woke up from that nightmare. The white-haired and black-clad figure, the sharp and deep eyes, replayed in his mind over and over again, as soon as he closed his eyes, he would be surrounded by the extreme fear of death... Not to mention cultivation, over the years, he hadn't even slept peacefully—that fear didn't just come from the shock of that glance, but more importantly, the things that happened afterward.

Originally, he thought that no matter how powerful the demon was, it would be impossible to escape the endless entanglement between Long Weitai and the righteous path of the world, but what happened later completely turned his world upside down... The demon who looked sick when he first saw him slashed all the human monks who dared to invade the wonderful heavens.

Those masters of the Creation Realm, and even the Liberation Realm, were as powerless as children in front of him, no matter how much strength they gathered, they were still only destroyed by the other party...

Murong Shou even suspected that one day, the other party would personally come to the foot of this Mangyan Mountain, step by step, step by step, step on the thousand-layer dragon steps, and then stand in front of Tianzun, stand in front of him, crush him casually, crush Long Weitai casually!

With such a rebellious remark, Murong Shou naturally didn't dare to mention it to his master... As the palace master of the entire Qianyuan Palace, if Murong Shou dared to say such a thing, even if the master wanted to forgive him, I am afraid it would be impossible to do it.

But once such thoughts took root in his mind, they could not dissipate for a long time, tormenting him day and night, torturing him, torturing him, and making him uneasy... Because deep down in his heart, there has always been a voice telling him: even within this dragon power platform, he is not safe.

"Bastard!"

Anxiety and fear made Murong Shou's temper even more eccentric than before, and he took the teacup on the table casually, like a bamboo pole, he did not drive Zhenyuan, but directly smashed it to the ground with his own strength.

However, the imaginary crumbling sound did not appear...

A gentle breeze suddenly rose from his feet, and picked up the teacup that was about to be crushed again, and not even a drop of tea was spilled in it...

"Why is Senior Brother Murong so distressed?"

A calm and dashing voice sounded from outside the door, and the young man in the brocade robe smiled lightly, and with a flick of his fingers, the teacup returned to the table.

“… What are you doing here? (To be continued......)