Feiluzhou, Liang Wangfu.

"It's finally time to go!"

Liang Wang Zhu Yong took a sip of fragrant tea, and a faint smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

I don't know if it's the fragrance of tea, or if the news is gratifying.

"The Great Bright Temple is dyed in the guide territory, hehehe."

"How will the Temple of Death respond?"

Behind him, the Taoist in Tsing Yi was still with him.

"No matter how you deal with it, I'm afraid it won't be so smooth for the Killing Temple to regain control of southern Xinjiang."

"Hmm."

"What's going on over there in Yanshi Palace?"

"King Liang rest assured, the people of Yanshi Palace have already arrived in southern Xinjiang in advance, just waiting to meet with the Great Light Temple."

"That's good, that's good."

"In any case, we must not let the luck of southern Xinjiang become a trend."

"Also, send another urgent letter.

The Temple of Killing is an uncertain factor, and after a long time, I'm afraid it will affect our plans! Urge them to hurry up and prepare! ”

"Yes!"

After receiving the order, the Taoist in Tsing Yi turned around and left.

And King Liang looked at the empty courtyard and didn't know what to think.

……

Southern Xinjiang, Qinghong Villa.

Bu Qingyun bent his fingers, and a wisp of strong wind shot out and broke through the air.

Ten steps away, in the bamboo forest, there is a piece of verdant green.

"Father, your "Throwing of the Universe" is really tight, and I don't know how long it will take for the child to practice to this level."

The injuries on Bu Hengqiu's body are almost healed.

At this time, he picked up a cup of tea and handed it over with a flattering face.

"Hmph."

Bu Qingyun's face was indifferent, and he didn't even look at him, but he still took the tea.

"You?"

"As long as you don't cause trouble for Lao Tzu."

Bu Hengqiu scratched his head with an embarrassed face, but scolded secretly in his heart: It's all Bu Lingbo's dead girl.

It's not shallow!

At this moment, a green-shirted disciple broke into the door, still holding a letter in his hand.

Seeing this, Bu Qingyun hurriedly put down the water cup and opened the letter.

Ten lines at a glance.

The seriousness on his face has turned into lightness.

"Great!"

"The Great Light Temple has set off from Feilu Prefecture!"

"Finally, it didn't work in vain."

The corners of Bu Qingyun's mouth cracked, but a little blue fire bounced in his hand, and soon the letterhead turned into ashes.

When Bu Hengqiu heard this, his eyes lit up: "Father! ”

"You're really clever!"

The smile on Bu Qingyun's face froze, and there was a chilling murderous intent in his eyes, which made Bu Hengqiu beside him shudder.

"Evil beast!"

"If it weren't for you!"

"Lao Tzu should have exchanged the Nebula Banner for Water Spirit Jade a long time ago!"

After speaking, he raised a kick and kicked it right on Bu Hengqiu's body, and fell straight out of the body before stopping.

In this way, Bu Qingyun can be regarded as a little discouraged.

With a cold snort, he turned and walked towards the backyard.

Behind him, Bu Hengqiu struggled to get up from the ground and wiped the blood red from the corners of his mouth.

Staring at Bu Qingyun's back, his eyes were scorching, as if he was unwilling.

The direction that Bu Qingyun went to was the boudoir that led to the little sister Bu Lingbo.

Step Lingbo, dead girl.

It's nice to have you!

Bu Hengqiu's gloomy and sympathetic gaze showed a touch of madness.

……

Southern Xinjiang, Candle Dragon Temple.

Master Huo Toad naturally already knew the news of the departure of the Great Light Temple.

It's just that now that the Killing Temple has Shui Lingyu in hand, many sects in the entire southern Xinjiang have changed their views on them.

In order to increase his popularity, he contacted several sects during this time.

As soon as I heard that the Great Light Temple was taking the lead, there were indeed many sects with grass on the wall, and they rejoined the team of the crusade against the Killing Temple.

Diancang Pie, Luofeng Valley, Danxinmen......

It's good, it's really good.

"Killing Temple! Everybody gets it! ”

Master Fire Toad put down the rosary on his chest, slowly stood up, and groaned: "Ready to go!" ”

"Amitabha!"

Behind him, dozens of disciples were neatly aligned, and the momentum was vast.

……

Southern Xinjiang, Diancang faction.

Diancang Shuangyinghongtu, and the interaction with the Killing Temple is the most.

Whether it is the original bamboo shoot competition, or the later killing conference, or even the last competition conference.

The strength of the Killing Temple has long left a deep impression on Hongtu.

And after the visit of the monk of the Candle Dragon Temple this time, Cangsong Zhenren actually reneged on the previous agreement of Shangyang City.

Instead, he joined the side of the Great Light Temple and jointly crusaded against the Killing Temple!

Hongtu is very shameful of such behavior.

"Master! Why help the abuse! ”

Cangsong Zhenren, his brows tightened, and he suddenly turned around, his eyes were full of gloom.

"Aiding the abuse?!"

His voice was low, but it seemed to suppress his anger.

Hongtu couldn't help but take half a step back and shuddered.

This was the first time he had seen his master with such an expression.

It was only then that he realized that he had been rude just now.

Hurriedly lowered his head and chin his head, clenched his hands into fists, and no longer dared to look directly into Cang Song's eyes.

Cangsong Zhenren groaned slightly, with a faint hint of disappointment in his eyes, and turned his head again, turning his back to Hongtu.

"Killing Temple...... Practicing with blood, such an evil sect, how can he rely on the water spirit jade to once again surpass the thousands of sects in my southern Xinjiang? ”

"Killing Temple...... Everybody gets it! ”

There was endless killing intent suppressed in his tone.

Let the Hongtu behind him shudder.

"But ......"

The two words that were inscrutable blurted out, but when I remembered the cold eyes of Cang Song Zhenren just now.

The voice suddenly seemed to be forcibly blocked in his throat.

Never pronounce a syllable again.

Hongtu opened his mouth, and finally closed it again.

He looked up at the slightly old back.

Maybe it's yourself who has been wrong all along......

For no reason, the figure of 'Mr. Red Bean' suddenly flashed in his mind.

Perhaps, Mr. Azuki is right.

The sect is just a place to live.

The southern country is where the soul belongs.

……

Southern Xinjiang, Ghost Cult.

On the altar, the face of the flames raged as if it had gone berserk.

The surrounding cult beings were afraid that the emerald ghost fire would burn on them, so they retreated one after another.

"Broken Vein Mountain! Bright Pavilion! ”

"How dare you! How dare you despise my Ghost Cult so much! ”

The Left Protector of the Ghost roared.

As if frightened, the ghost crow fluttered its wings and flew into the distance.

He Cangwu listened sideways, and couldn't help frowning, the number of times the left protector was angry during this time became more and more frequent.

If you continue like this, you will be affected if you don't know it.

Since the Tournament, Sesshoji has been the final winner.

Holding the water spirit jade in his hand determines the future trend of the 'luck of the people' in southern Xinjiang.

What's more, killing the Buddha also saved many Tianjiao in southern Xinjiang.

Therefore, many sects are flocking to it.

Among them are also the Burning Light Pavilion and the Broken Vein Mountain, two existences that were previously only the head of the Ghost Sect.

And in this way, the Ghost Cult has become a loner.

Not to mention the unification of all sects in the entire southern Xinjiang.

Now even the evil ways that used to be indispensable are beginning to fall apart.

Hehe, for the entire southern Xinjiang, the ghost sect is uncontrollable.

In the burial chamber, the blue light shimmered.

Only then did I find that He Cangwu's eyes were tied with a layer of black cloth.

However, in the gloomy burial chamber, no one noticed that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Sure enough, the southern country is forever home.

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