Han Mobai would recall that afternoon six years ago, when he first saw the Canghao Holy Sect Temple in Jinling City. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was a majestic temple that suddenly stood in the midst of a dilapidated house close to ruins, and the red buildings were endless, forming a red line in the sky, dividing the earth into two worlds.

One world is the richest holy religion in the world, and the other world is the poorest dwelling in the Zhou Kingdom.

You must destroy all the red temples in this world in order to wash away the blood feud imposed on you by the Holy Sect. The mysterious man who always covered his face said to Han Mobai in a gloomy voice.

At that time, Han Mobai was only ten years old, and even though his hands were already covered with blood, all the people he had killed before together were not as good as one-tenth of the people of the Holy Sect who lived in this temple in the Zhou Kingdom.

Han Mobai nodded silently. The hand clenched the worn iron sword tighter.

The mysterious man took Han Mobai to a dilapidated house in the slum and threw him a small ingot of silver. Then he said, "Live here." Learn how to destroy the Holy Religion here. ”

The Haocang Holy Sect naturally wouldn't pay attention to these two people who appeared in the slums of Jinling City. Nor will I care about the arrogant fantasies of these two people.

What the Haocang Holy Sect cares about is whether the belief in the Holy Sect of the Nine Kingdoms of the Divine Leader is still firm.

For thousands of years, the gods led the Seven Kingdoms to offer one-tenth of the output of this continent to the Haocang Holy Sect to thank the Great God of Haocang for his gift to this land.

For thousands of years, the people of the mainland have devoutly worshiped the great god Haocang on every important festival, and those who are willing to sacrifice everything for the gods have traveled thousands of miles to the holy land, voluntarily sacrificing everything for the holy religion and becoming the slaves of the gods.

For thousands of years, the Haocang Holy Sect has accumulated unbelievable wealth in this world, and it also has the best talents in the world. The Divine Counsel Riders and Divine Punishment Army, who defend the Holy Cult, are the most powerful armies in the world. Their swords are invincible.

Han Mobai's mission was to destroy such a powerful Haocang Holy Sect.

This is a fantasy.

Han Mobai didn't think so. Since he was born, everything he has has is to prepare for the destruction of the Holy Cult.

Since he was born, he has been able to perceive the spiritual brilliance of heaven and earth, making it easy for him to make spiritual flowers easier for him, making him the youngest cultivator on the mainland.

When he first picked up the sword that sealed the soul of the great prehistoric hero, he could feel the immortal will and powerful power left on the sword.

Han Mobai, who is known as the most talented in the Qing Sect for thousands of years, is still in a state of forgetfulness.

He was already sitting in oblivion at the age of six, but ten years later, he is still sitting in oblivion.

Occasionally, mysterious people who came to the ghetto to point him out would tell him about recent events in the Puritans, one of which was that the Puritans had abandoned the original plan.

The content of that plan was to use Han Mobai's talent to attract the attention of the Holy Sect, so as to enter the Holy Sect and become a pawn of the Puritan Sect.

But those Heavenly Destiny Beings who were not as talented as Han Mobai back then had broken through the realm one after another, and Han Mobai's realm could not be broken through for a long time, and he may be the only Heavenly Destiny in the world who is still sitting and forgetting.

The Puritans lost the last patience with him and abandoned the plan that had been piled up with countless blood and resources.

When the mysterious man told the Qingjiao that he had given up on him, Han Mobai's eyes were not much disappointed, and he nodded lightly to the mysterious man and said, even if it is only the two of us, we still have to complete this plan.

The mysterious man patted Han Mobai's shoulder and said solemnly, I believe in you.

At this time, Han Mobai was sitting in a house that was even more dilapidated than when he first moved in six years ago. Spread out a huge map.

The map shows mountains, rivers, and cities.

On the Yunluo Plain at the junction of Zhou and Wu, Han Mobai used a carbon pen to draw the marching dynamics of Zhou and Wu's battle.

These marching dynamics were all heard by him from the tea house.

The teahouse was originally the most well-informed place for human beings, and the teahouse in Jinling City, the capital of the Zhou Kingdom, needless to say, after every battle of the Zhou-Wu War, someone would tell it vividly in the teahouse, as if that person was on the battlefield.

After Han Mobai drew the last arrow with a charcoal pen, he closed the painting. According to his inference, the Zhou army, thousands of miles away, should have completely defeated the Wu army and obtained the Yunluo Plain, which was coveted by the kings of the Zhou Kingdom.

The corners of Han Mobai's mouth hung a mocking smile, the Wu State that believed in the Holy Religion the most lost to the Zhou State that did not believe in the Holy Religion the most, this was really a great irony of the Holy Religion.

After pressing the painting under the broken mat on the bed, he changed his clothes and walked out the door.

Inside the door, he is the most talented cultivator in the Qing Sect for thousands of years, and outside the door, he is just a junior in the east of Jinling City called Xianxin Teahouse.

Lao Li, a storyteller who has been in the teahouse for half a year, will talk about the last book today.

Han Mobai had already thought of the scene when the tea shop was overcrowded at this time. Who made Lao Li the best storyteller Han Mobai had ever met? He could simply arouse the emotions of any listener. Han Mobai had no doubt that if Lao Li went to the Holy Sect, he would be able to sit on the throne of the Holy Sect's missionary envoy with that mouth alone.

When Han Mobai rushed to the teahouse, Lao Li glanced at him with deep meaning, put away Erlang's legs, and slapped the shocking wood, and the audience was suddenly quiet.

"One day after Pope Kong Tang established the Holy Church, eighteen people knocked on the door and asked to preach for Kong Tang. Kong Tang saw that these eighteen people were all kind and kind-eyed, with long ears and noses, and strange appearances, so he ordered the eighteen of them to come together. The leader of these eighteen people is named Shamen Sri Lifang, and he opened his mouth to say that there is no great god in the world, but many "Buddhas...... Kong Tang's anger when he heard it, the power of a sword, and the lives of these eighteen people were lost. But after the death of eighteen people, they turned into more than eighteen lotus flowers, flew to the sky, and actually descended a treasure elephant from the sky, and the face of the treasure elephant was the same as that of the Shamen room. ”

"Zen Buddhism!! Cult!!" said one of the tea guests.

The whole teahouse was thrown into chaos.

Lao Li kept silent, just looked at Han Mobai.

Han Mobai suddenly realized that this Lao Li had only been talking about books when he was talking for half a year, and the content of the story was how to distinguish the hearts of others. The way he speaks is how to stir up emotions.

Han Mobai hugged his fist at Lao Li.

Lao Li opened his mouth and laughed, like a lion's roar! The roof of the teahouse was overturned by the sound of the lion's roar, and Lao Li's hair suddenly turned into nothingness, revealing Lao Li's scalp with ring scars.

Then a lotus flower bloomed at the feet of Lao Li, and he gave birth to a lotus step by step and walked out of the tea shop.

Han Mobai chased him out, but when he saw Zhou Guo's alarm bell ringing, countless arrows shot towards Lao Li, but Lao Li stepped on the lotus flower and disappeared into the air in a few steps.

A few days later. Han Mobai only heard that this Lao Li turned out to be the great host of Zen Buddhism, and he also knew his identity?

Han Mobai recalled what he did on weekdays, and found that there were no flaws, so he listened to another person in the repaired tea shop talk about the demeanor of the Liquan gun.

"The Liquan spear sealed Han Xin's heroic soul! Do you know who Han Xin is? It is recorded in the Book of Heaven that he was a martial saint among prehistoric human beings, and he never encountered a defeat in battle from the path of cultivation until he died of old age! And this spear was recently given to the Mandate of Heaven of our Great Zhou by His Majesty the Emperor! That Mandate of Heaven played a decisive role in the Great Battle of Zhou and Wu, and the scout team he led touched the location of the Wu State Soul Breaker and burned the huge ordnance of those who restrained the cultivators. The Generalissimo then led the cultivators of our Great Zhou with Champion Hou to break into the formation of the Wu army and kill the commander of the Wu army!"

When Han Mobai heard this, he counted the date. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his apprentice, it's time to come back.