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The major families in the Supreme Kingdom were summoned by the Xiaoleiyin Temple, and the Golden-winged Dapeng talked in detail with everyone about the crisis they are facing today, and the families supported by the four bodhisattvas naturally have no reason to stand idly by, but in speculating on each other's minds, everyone is also sparing no effort.

In the Xiaoleiyin Temple, the holy woman sat in the first place, followed by the Great Peng, and the two columns below were the leaders of the large and small ethnic groups.

Shakti was not among them, and in order not to cause more trouble, the later he knew about Shakti's existence, the more advantageous it would be.

On the other side, the troops did not move, giving them a lot of time to prepare.

The talk of war had been going on for a long time, and the tribes readily agreed to join forces, but there was a disagreement over the balance.

You produce food, I produce people, how much proportion is appropriate, the discussion has not been over for a long time!

You pay for the weapons, I pay for the money, naturally the same problem.

There were several times of bargaining like a bazaar in Xiaoleiyin Temple, but Dapeng had no choice, and the saint had no choice.

Of the four Bodhisattvas, only Fuxian is still standing in the lobby, Guanyin Bodhisattva is unable to attend due to serious injuries, Manjushri is mysteriously missing, and Jizo still can't come back.

Although under normal circumstances, if one side falls, the other side will surely have a smooth sail, but now that the great enemy is out of control, the various tribes have their own power, and with these powers, they can boldly confront the former leader.

Fuxian Bodhisattva's face was pale, his words now have no deterrent effect, the tribes no longer take him seriously, and he has no ability to sanction.

In the midst of chaos, phantoms flashed in all corners of the Supreme Kingdom.

A white-robed jade sword, a long case, with a monotonous background, and a bed and other objects behind him;

"Ahem, cough ......" a light cough represents the beginning.

"Who is this?!" Except for Hui'er, everyone had a look of indignation and confusion.

Wu Wuchen ......" Hui'er's dusty heart felt her heartbeat for the first time.

"I know that all the people of the Supreme Kingdom can see it now, and now I am speaking to you on behalf of the Tripartite Alliance. "I have an immature brother who has been deceived by the saint of your country and lost the most important half of his soul, as long as you hand over the saint, all the conditions can be discussed again, and after three days, I will wait for the arrival of the saint in the center of the sea of no return." ”

......Before the people of the Supreme Kingdom could react, the figure of Yitong disappeared again, and the time and space that returned to normalcy were silent.

It's all because of the saints?......

A thought runs through everyone's minds, and the goal is already clear, and it can no longer be clear, it must be the other party who is deceived by the noble saint with despicable means to get such revenge.

All the spearheads are pointed at the holy woman, Hui'er silently closed her beautiful eyes, and the mood that was rippling at first became turbulent, that face Hui'er was too familiar, and she also met him from time to time in her dreams for half a year.

"Holy Maiden, this matter ......," Fuxian Bodhisattva asked first.

"Shut up!" the Golden-Winged Roc roared angrily, and all the patriarchs with evil intentions retreated one after another, their faces full of horror.

"Dharma protector, I'll deal with this matter, I'm a little uncomfortable and retreat first!" Hui'er said simply, and her delicate body disappeared.

"Hair caregiver. "The Bodhisattva asks for advice.

"This Dharma Protector knows what you are thinking, this is just a very simple plan to sow discord, if you really want to hand over the Holy Maiden, you are giving up all your dignity and hole cards!" Dapeng was so imposing that no one in the audience dared to refute.

"If this matter spreads, there will be chaos in the country, and what should we do then?" asked the Bodhisattva.

"Everything is decided by the Holy Maiden, you continue to formulate strategic guidelines according to the original plan, and disperse!" the Dharma Protector interrupted everyone's train of thought very strongly, and then canceled the meeting.

When the people of the Supreme Kingdom saw the remote projection of a mountain, it was as if they had grasped a life-saving straw, and handing over a person could protect the territory and the people, which was a very cost-effective deal.

"Hand over the Holy Maiden, and we will no longer suffer!"

"It is the fault of the Holy Maiden that caused this disaster to the Supreme Kingdom!"

"A saint who has always been clean and self-righteous can deceive other people's feelings!"

"She's no longer worthy to be our saint!

"Hand over the Holy Maiden!"

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The people's voices are boiling, the people's feelings are raging, and now the people are angry with the enemy to hand over the holy woman in exchange for peace!

In the layers of palaces, Hui'er sat cross-legged on the golden lotus, and the riotous mood under the calm appearance made her uneasy.

"Thanks to Miss Xie's care along the way, from now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other. ”

"Whether it's past or present, our encounter was a mistake. ”

"Leave me, at least you can still live~"

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"Huhu ......" The harder Hui'er doesn't think about it, the clearer she will remember, although the lonely figure, although it disappeared into the miasma that could not see the five fingers, it was also deeply imprinted in Hui'er's heart.

"Holy Maiden, are you there?" said an old voice outside the door.

"Please come in!" Hui'er quickly sorted out her state and said calmly.

Emperor Shakti stood in front of the door heavily, the situation on the mountain was no longer under anyone's control, and the various families were secretly fueling the trouble, and the matter of the Holy Maiden was a foregone conclusion.

"What is the matter with Lord Shakti?" Hui'er glanced at the old man with deep eyes.

"In three days, I can go with you. Shakti said.

"This is a tactful way to tell me that the Supreme Kingdom has given up on me, and you are going to send me there yourself to prevent me from escaping?" Hui'er sneered at the Emperor's good intentions.

"I'm here to keep you safe!" said Shakti, gritting his teeth.

"Wu Chen's half of the soul, you should give it to me too!" Hui'er reached out and asked for it.

"In three days, I will hand it over to you in the center of the Sea of No Return!" said the Emperor Shakti very simply, and left without any discussion.

Hui'er's initially lonely expression suddenly flashed with a hint of cunning, and Shakti's decision was within his expectations.

The news that the holy woman agreed to give up all rights and go to the Sea of No Return alone spread far and wide, and the Buddhists on and off the mountain heard about it and prayed for her, both with false feelings and with true feelings.

The saint made this decision anyway. Guanyin Bodhisattva sat in the center of the lotus pond to recuperate, and she was not surprised at all when she heard the news from her subordinates.

"Bodhisattva, we have already found out which families are secretly fueling this matter, do we need to rectify it?" His subordinate is also a senior monk, and he has no way to interfere in the current situation, but if he asks for guilt afterwards, he should also start to prepare.

"Let's write it down first, now that the national crisis is at the head, it is not appropriate to fight. Guanyin Bodhisattva replied plainly.

"Yes!" After the monk finished speaking, he continued: "The eighteen arhats of the Golden Dragon Temple have already stayed in Lingshan, and the Bodhisattva Fuxian visited them yesterday, so we need to go to ...... if we need to."

"No need, go with Fuxian. Guanyin stopped the monk's behavior.

"Yes, where are the Four Heavenly Kings?" the monk continued.

"If the Four Heavenly Kings say, you can do it, I need to recuperate now, and the affairs of these days are completely in your hands. Guanyin replied.

"Yes, the little monk retires!" the senior monk slowly retreated.

In the green lotus pond, the lotus leaves are spread, and the avenue of Guanyin's enlightenment is infiltrated into it, I don't know whether a mountain is intentional or unintentional, and the pass that has plagued Guanyin for a long time has been loosened in this broken and then standing.

In some time, she will be able to rely on the pure Qinglian to try to become a Buddha.

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