On this day, Wan Fan had just walked out of the Scripture Pavilion when he saw many people walking around in a panic, as if something big was about to happen.

Wan Fan didn't feel surprised, in fact, since Hui Jing said that day that the Demon Sect had invaded from southern Xinjiang, Mount Meru had been in a state of intense preparation, and from time to time there would be many people acting together, as if they were preparing for something.

It has been more than ten days since the conflict between Wan Fan and Guan Cheng, and there are only four or five days left before the day Hui Jing said to go south.

On that day, above the main hall, Wan Fan felt that familiar feeling again, that is, there were two forces constantly fighting in his body.

Even though Guan Cheng's punch Wan Fan couldn't dodge, his sturdy body didn't make him fall directly to the ground, and the reason why that happened was because after the confrontation between the two forces in Wan Fan's body, Wan Fan's body was hollowed out in an instant. At this time, don't say that Guan Cheng's full strength of Luohan Boxing is a blow from ordinary children, and Wan Fan can't withstand it.

And this feeling occurs whenever Wanfan's mood fluctuates greatly. Wan Fan is only twenty years old this year, and it is the time when his blood is strong, but whenever his mood fluctuates, a manic thought will appear, and at that time, Wan Fan will be eager to fight with the people immediately. But every now and then, another force will come as promised, fighting against the inexplicable mania, so when the two forces in Wan Fan's body fight, Wan Fan will crush everything around him, in order to relieve the mania that has nowhere to release.

Fortunately, this feeling has been around for a long time, and as time goes by, Wan Fan becomes more and more familiar with this feeling, and he recovers faster and faster.

There was no change on this night, and Wan Fan still didn't have the power to go to the next realm.

This night Wan Fan's mood was inexplicably a little irritable, he had to try it every night for twenty years, but every time it ended in disappointment, although this did not affect Wan Fan's determination, but there were still blows.

Whenever this time, Wan Fan will go out for a walk, and in the quiet moonlight, Wan Fan can always feel a burst of coolness, which will make him indescribably comfortable.

Wan Fan gently pushed open the door and walked out, Mount Meru is very big, he just walked aimlessly, and he would not go down the mountain.

Unconsciously, he was a little tired from walking, and there was a big stone in front of him, Wan Fan leaned on the stone, and the huge stone also hid Wan Fan's figure, and there was no one else outside at all.

Wan Fan raised his head and looked at the lonely moon in the sky. It is said that the stars arch the moon, but Wan Fan always feels that the bright moon is so dazzling among the small stars, perhaps, the moon has always been lonely, although there are tens of thousands of stars to accompany it, but this is just to let the moon have a different kind of loneliness in the excitement. The bright moon was left independent among the tiny stars.

Wan Fan was thinking nonsense, but two people came behind him, a tall thin man and a white-eyed monk.

Wan Fan peeked at it, and it could be seen from their robes that their status was much higher than their own, and they were probably much higher than their masters.

The tall and thin monk said first: "Pulun has brought back such important news this time, and he will definitely invite the senior brother in charge of the sect to take great credit." ”

"Senior Brother Puguang, you don't have to worry about it at all. The senior brother in charge has his own thoughts in his heart. Naphu's wheel can't turn the sky. The white-eyed monk said.

After hearing this, Pu Guang said with some disbelief: "Senior brother, how can you say this?"

"Haha, Napro doesn't behave in the slightest. Our grievances with the Taoists are all too obvious. The invasion of the Demon Sect is a big deal, but the position of the senior brother in charge must have more things to consider. But we are on the same path as the Primordial Holy Mansion, so we can't say this kind of thing directly in case of them. Senior Brother Xuankong was already upset, and Pulun was still there urging him to go south, how could Senior Brother Xuankong be happy?"

"Then why did Senior Brother hand over such a big thing as uniting the Primal Holy Mansion to Pulun? And what was handed over to us was such a trivial matter as deploying his own family strength. Going south to fight against the Demon Dao, it is a matter of who to send, and this matter is too trivial compared to uniting the Primal Holy Mansion. Pu Guang still said.

"Senior brother, this is the gap between you and senior brother. The white-eyed monk said: "We are guarding against the Primal Holy Mansion, and the Primordial Sacred Mansion will not guard against us." Going south together with the Daomen, Rong Qin has been in charge of the Taichu Holy Mansion for so long, and he is an old and refined figure. How could he not understand the stakes. Therefore, he may not agree to go south with us. And before Pulun went down the mountain, the senior brother said so seriously, the survival of the Eastern Wilderness and the honor and disgrace of Buddhism are all tied to Pulun, in fact, he is wearing a high hat. If he makes a slight mistake, it will be a big mistake, and the charge of endangering the master will be small at that time. ”

As soon as the white-eyed monk said this, Pu Guang was a little more soothed, and secretly said that Senior Brother deserved to be a senior brother, and he saw things so thoroughly.

But he seemed to think of something again, and said, "Since Senior Brother Xuankong also wants to deal with Pulun, then why are we talking here sneaky?"

"We are only separated from the dwelling of Naplun by a wall, and there must be a wall of ears. Although Senior Brother Xuankong did everything, he didn't expect that the fault was in the Taichu Holy Mansion, and they actually sent Rong Bin, which put Mount Meru in a passive position. So Pulin didn't fail completely, and now we still have to guard against him. The white-eyed monk said.

Wan Fan was still hiding behind at this time, maybe because the white-eyed monks didn't expect anyone around at all, or maybe Wan Fan's realm was too low, but he was not discovered.

As for the words of the white-eyed monks, Wan Fan was shocked when he heard it. The holy land of Buddhism in Mount Meru, in the eyes of outsiders, must be the sound of Buddha here, that is, Wan Fan has lived here since he was a child, but he still thinks that this place is sacred and inviolable.

Even if he heard it with his own ears today, Wan Fan couldn't believe that there was such intrigue among the Buddhist sects.

This is true not only in the Sumeru Mountains, but also in the entire continent. The two leading inheritances, Mount Meru and the Taichu Holy Mansion, are both open and secret, not to mention other sects.

There was no room for Wan Fan to think about anything, and the white-eyed monk said again: "This time, the quota for the southward trip will definitely occupy one." ”

"Senior brother wants to borrow the hand of the Demon Sect?" Pu Guang said softly, he couldn't believe it.

"This time, the Demon Sect has used extremely powerful power. Even if we unite with the Primordial Holy Palace, I am afraid that there will be countless casualties. The white-eyed monk did not answer directly, but acquiesced.

Pu Guang seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while he said, "The Demon Sect was almost wiped out in the Demon Sealing War, is it possible that after a thousand years, it will still be at the same speed as our development? ”

As soon as these words came out, the white-eyed monk also fell into deep thought. Mount Meru and the Primal Holy Mansion are not sure of victory, so you can imagine how powerful the Demon Sect is.

But the white-eyed monk said again: "In fact, when the Demon Sect withdrew from the Eastern Wilderness and entered the Southern Frontier, I am afraid that the ancestors had already expected today's result. ”

"Oh, what do you mean by that?" asked Pubben.

"Southern Xinjiang is a wilderness of endless fighting and brutality. There is no such thing as order at all. Moreover, although the southern Xinjiang has existed for far less than the Eastern Wilderness since the opening of Changji Tianzun, because of the special environment, many ancient and mysterious inheritances have migrated in. Therefore, southern Xinjiang seems to be extremely desolate, but in fact there is greater competition, which also promotes the development of sects there. The white-eyed monk said.

There is another sentence that the white-eyed monk did not say, that is, the Demon Sect can still develop so rapidly in a primitive and reckless land like southern Xinjiang, and even in the same time, it can continue to fight against the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, if it can't be resisted this time, even if the Buddhism and Taoism are not destroyed immediately, I'm afraid it's only a matter of time, after all, the Eastern Wilderness, whether in terms of aura or resources, is much stronger than Southern Xinjiang. Mount Meru and the Primal Holy Mansion have not been able to shake off the gap with the Demon Sect in such a place, which is really worth pondering.

Seeing that the white-eyed monk didn't speak, Pu Guang continued: "Senior brother, don't think about it, as long as we do our best to develop the juniors, why worry will not surpass the Demon Sect." ”

The white-eyed monk came back to his senses in contemplation, but said: "I'm afraid this junior dispute is about to start." But the Demon Sect's Demon Wushuang and the Rong Bin of the Primal Holy Mansion were too dazzling. Don't talk about the younger generations, I'm afraid that even our generation will soon be overwhelmed by their aura. ”

"Mo Wushuang made a name for himself in Southern Xinjiang, but as soon as he entered the Eastern Wilderness, he ran into Rong Bin, and the two of them fought evenly together, which was indeed powerful and heartbreaking. Puben said the same.

"It's only been a few decades of cultivation, and the cultivation is actually forcing us, next, is it going to come to a golden world?"

Puben was also stunned for a while after hearing this, and said after a long time: "I also have an amazing junior on Mount Meru, if I am born, I will never lose to Mo Wushuang and Rong Bin." ”

Hearing this, the white-eyed monk eased up a little, but heard him say: "This kind of thing is not for you and me to manage, and the senior brother in charge will have some measure." We still have to mind our own business. Senior Brother Puben shouldn't pay too much attention to Pulun, just concentrate on our big things. ”

After hearing this, Puben hurriedly saluted and said: "Today, the senior brother answered the good intentions of the head of the family for me, and the foolish brother has benefited a lot, so he will not be short-sighted again. After today, we will concentrate on the great things. ”

The white-eyed monk nodded with satisfaction, and then left with Puben.

After making sure that they were leaving, Wan Fan walked out from behind the stones. What the two elders said just now was not shocking to Wan Fan.

Although Wan Fan's qualifications are dull, he also has ambitions, especially when he hears that someone who has cultivated for twenty years is close to cultivating to a big man for hundreds of years, that kind of talent makes Wan Fan's blood boil. But I'm a little disappointed, yes, it's a talent that I'll never have.

Mo Wushuang is a member of the Demon Sect, and the teachings of Buddhism make Wan Fan respect him, but although Rong Bin is a person from the Taichu Holy Mansion, he is also on the right path, and Wan Fan naturally has a lot of good feelings for him.

And Rong Bin's name has been very loud in recent years, even though there is a difference in sects, but the elders of Mount Meru have also praised Rong Bin in public many times, and that kind of talent makes Rong Bin as dazzling as the sun.

Wan Fan and Rong Bin are about the same age, even though their qualifications cannot be compared with them, they still yearn for the glory that resounded across the continent.

Wan Fan shook his head, just now in a trance, he seemed to see the picture of himself crisscrossing the wilderness, but the coldness of the night pulled him back to reality. He could only smile helplessly, with his qualifications, he had not been able to break through the primordial god realm for twenty years, and I am afraid that such a picture would never appear in this life.