"Hahaha!"

Tang Xun's mood was very happy, a tyrannical pleasure gushed out of his chest, when he saw Li Xun lying in the dust and spitting blood, this pleasure turned into a burst of venting, which made him can't help but look up to the sky and smile.

He's been suppressed for too long.

Qingyun, these two words are like a heavy burden, always weighing heavily on his heart.

When he was a child and had just begun to learn spells, he knew the biggest enemy of his sect, Qingyun Gate!

How many times did he want to tear this heavy green cloud and let the sunlight of the sky shine on this land! And the real master of the sky should be his death!

However, this warrior who punished the sky was blocked by the wind, rain, thunder and lightning of the clouds again and again, and after years of hard training, he only returned with one trip and one trip.

And the word Qingyun left him is not just a symbol that must be challenged, but a real personal hatred!

He still remembered that in the Qing Huizong back then, he set up a seamless danger with his unparalleled scheming, but he didn't expect that there was a freak named Yunmo in Qingyunmen, and he actually repelled him twice. What's even more hateful is that he actually used such despicable and obscene methods, but he didn't even leave his real name.

When Tang passed away and practiced penance for several years, and his divine skills reached a higher level, he tried every possible way to inquire back and forth to find out this guy's real name, but who knew that at the same time, he heard an even more shocking news: that Qingyun disciple named Yunmo was able to fight against Kui Niu in the rage head-on with his own strength, and he lost both. Although he had ignored all kinds of rumors about "Yunmo's body became bigger and turned into a giant", he couldn't suppress the panic in his heart. Even though he thinks highly of himself, he also knows that he has a lot of money - Tang Shu, who has seen the majesty of the divine beast Yellow Bird from afar by chance, knows very well that he has no ability to confront it head-on.

Fortunately, he is not the kind of person who drills the horns of the bull for the sake of strength, and Tang Shu, who is more conceited and wiser than brute force, was overjoyed when he learned that Yunmo was seriously injured and unconscious, so he suggested that Shizun launch a plan to deal with Qingyun in advance, and even proposed a poisonous plan to use the assassin Zhou Yin to pretend to be the official of the Incense Valley.

It was the closest he had ever come to his dream, and the farthest he had ever come.

When he saw Dao Xuan Zhenren dripping blood and Master Pu Hong was deeply damaged, he almost thought that he had won. But he glanced at Qingyun's square hall, there was no Yunmo there, although he was already in control, but somehow, when he thought of the figure who yelled "I am Qingyun Xiao Yicai!", he felt a chill on the back of his neck, and he didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

This vigilance saved him, but it also nearly ruined him.

He could only hide on the periphery, pushed and blocked by the huge wave of qi, unable to enter the slightest. He could only watch as Shizun was swept by the magnificent qi sword, his entire left arm turned into powder, and watched the elites of the vassal sects that Shizun and his two generations had worked hard to run fall one by one like wheat waiting to be harvested, and the tears that he had not shed since he became sensible finally poured out of his eyes.

Even if he killed again, it was a pity that the seven-colored qi sword gave him too much deterrence, so that he could not have the slightest heart of victory, although he was alive, it was like death.

But he can't be depressed, and he can't even have a trace of slackness, Shizun Yuyangzi can't afford to be seriously injured, most of the elites under his sect are lost, the hardcore vassals themselves are difficult to protect, the small and medium-sized sects gloat, and the other three major sects ...... The expressions of the Poison God, the Ghost King, and the Three Miao Ladies were so familiar to him, as if he always liked to look at his defeated men in this way, and every time he thought of their wolf-like eyes that seemed to shine with green light, Tang Yu shuddered—there were two words clearly written in their smiles, cannibalism!

So he didn't have time to grieve, he clenched Yuyangzi's remaining palm, choking on blood and promising to keep the foundation of the Immortal Hall. He racked his brains and laid out an extremely crazy plan - to take the initiative against the trend, and first establish power to coerce the small and medium-sized sects to deter the three major sects.

His plan is not ingenious, each sect has its own hole cards, if he plays it properly, it will give the three major sects an illusion that they still have the power to spare, as long as they can bluff them in a short time, once his plan is completed, then the Immortal Hall can be restored, and in time, it can rebuild its glory. In his opinion, although his plan is crazy, but in fact the feasible surname is very high, among the three major sects, the ghost king's beloved daughter died, and he is afraid that he will not have the energy to take care of these things in the short term; Mrs. Sanmiao is a female streamer, but a harvester, has always acted with the other three major sects, and the Hehuan Sect is also down, not to mention that their minds should stay on the Hehuan bell in Miss Baguio's hands in the near future; 。

It's just that Liwei is not easy to say, choosing a suitable target makes him rack his brains, not too strong, of course, not too weak, otherwise it is easy to see the essence of being strong on the outside and dry in the middle, Tang Shu's hair is almost white.

At this moment, a secret hand that had already been laid down, but had not moved for a long time, finally responded.

Quan Zheng was the earliest among the contemporary disciples of Incense Valley, and he was also quite valued earlier, but with Li Xun's sudden rise and the fact that he made some mistakes in a daze, he gradually fell silent. At that time, since Yuyangzi, who was still like Zhongtian, had the ambition to dominate the world, how could he miss such a change, and immediately arranged for Xizuo to mix into the Incense Valley to contact him, but although that person did not turn against him on the spot, he never responded, until so many years passed, and even when everyone in the Immortal Hall had almost forgotten such a person, they suddenly received the news: Li Xun will take several young disciples to Qingyun to fulfill his intentions.

I have to say that if Qingyun is the nightmare of Tang Dynasty, then Incense Valley is his lucky star - the most critical step in the plan to raid Qingyun a few days ago was to disguise himself as Shangguan Ce of Incense Valley and first injured the monks of Tianyin Temple, and now the key to breaking the crisis in the Immortal Hall is also on the disciples of Incense Valley.

The most outstanding contemporary disciple of Incense Valley, Li Xun. If he can kill this person, then the Immortal Hall's move will definitely be a great shock, and even he has a deeper thought, if he can use the identity of these disciples of the Incense Valley to play Li Dai Taozhuang again, and secretly mix with Qingyun, even if he doesn't do anything and just find out some news, it can also make the momentum of the Immortal Hall rise again, and then he can use these momentum, plus the last foundation of the sect, to subdue those small sects that are still waiting, and when the alliance is formed, the three major sects will react, and it will be useless.

Thousands of calculations, Tang Shu has exhausted his mental strength, every time he looks back on the tragic situation in the door, he feels that he is even more under heavy pressure on his shoulders, for fear that something will go wrong, he unknowingly changed his surname, and even changed his favorite scribe's clothes for the first time, and wrapped himself tightly in a black coat.

It's like a lonely child in the dark night, wrapped his whole body tightly with a quilt, wrapped his fear, wrapped his loneliness.

It wasn't until that sword shot that Li Xun fell to the ground, and the thousands of pressures finally dissipated. He passed away, how could he not be arrogant, how could he not be happy, how could he not look up to the sky and smile!