"How long do you want to be shirtless?" Anlu sighed.
Xuan Sheng was very indifferent, "This body seems to be soaked in ancient spiritual power. Clothes and other things are completely unnecessary. - I can feel humanity all the time. Gu Yucheng is really a waste, this kind of divine quality is just a state of enlightenment." "
As soon as Xuan Sheng's words died down, his pupils flashed with golden light. Xuan Sheng had to try his best to suppress the counterattack of Gu Yucheng's bloodline.
An Lu thought to himself: It’s crazy and it’s going to rain. Woe betide madness. Report of this world.
"The line of high priests of the demon country is really elusive. It is obviously passed down from master and apprentice, but it is realized through blood. Even if it is passed down through blood, there will be no dilution." Xuansheng said with emotion after quelling the rebellion of the blood in his body. .
Anlu returned to the topic, "The top of the mountain has great ideas about the Demon Kingdom. That glutton will eat everything. Most of the top monks in the Demon Kingdom don't want to resist...or in other words, they don't have the power."
"It has been three hundred years since the nine provinces established their own country. During these three hundred years, they have been trying to contact the countries on the Xia continent. But they always failed. There has always been the shadow of the mountain behind them."
"I won't help the other Eight Ancestors, and I won't restrict you either." Anlu gave his conditions.
"Similarly, when the demon kingdom is attacked and violated by the mountain top, I will help you." Xuansheng gave his answer.
Anlu nodded, "Very good, Xuan Wanjing."
Xuan Sheng smiled freely.
Xuan Shengba took Gu Yucheng's body, assumed his name, and tried to use Renhuang Province to annex the Demon Kingdom to the south, and then compete for the world.
Such thoughts sound like a lunatic.
It just so happens that Xuan Wanjing is a person whose nickname is Hou Jing. Just crazy.
Anlu was certain in his heart that the announcement would not succeed. Not for anything, just intuition.
it is a pity that. When the night lasts forever and the day never comes, the Great Demon is the only arrogant and uncontrollable wind in the world.
Looking at the announcement in front of him, Anlu's heart moved slightly.
"Why, are you thinking of the past? Are you thinking of the day when you handed over the Hungry Valley Furnace to me?" He announced his voice and broke the screen window. Like a pack of wolves breaking into the territory of hibernating bears and approaching Anlu.
He was obviously the weaker one, but he launched a hunt with aggression.
"You are like a wolf. Not one. A pack." Anlu showed no signs of wavering, nor did he try to suppress Xuan Sheng with the yin and yang realm.
The devil may not be more powerful than the Buddha. The only thing that wins is dissatisfaction.
"Of course. Jiuzi has been hiding to recuperate since he opened the source of Zhengding. Bai Zhengxuan, the first emperor of the Demon Kingdom, led the Dahuang monks and caused irreversible damage to Jiuzi..."
"The nine clans who have followed the Nine Sons and lived in Zhengdingyuan for generations have long wanted to betray their ancestors' precepts and become the Bai family."
"But the Nine Clans are too weak compared to the demon kingdom that has become so powerful. What should we do? What should we do?"
"Your generation has finally built the Hungry Valley Furnace, and it just so happened that you met the Supreme Preacher."
"How lucky. They just happened to find me and asked me to make the magic power furnace. I didn't expect that the furnace was not destroyed and the power was completed. Haha!" Xuansheng laughed at Jiu Ancestor unceremoniously.
Anlu remained silent.
Xuan Sheng had to stop being arrogant and proactively asked, "What's going on in the Demon Kingdom?"
"The ancestor is not only in contact with the nine provinces. Even the Demon Emperor's orders are still conveyed to Bai Zimo as usual." Anlu coughed lightly.
"How pitiful. How pitiful. We are still just pawns in the hands of the country on the top of the mountain." The voice sounded like he was groaning, but in fact he was proud.
"The Demon Kingdom is not completely rotten. Neither is the Nine Provinces. The intersection of the two means that the situation of the Shang Kingdom is extremely dangerous." Anlu said with evidence.
Xuan Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, "The blood transfusion function of Jiu Province seems to be completely free of necrosis."
"That's it for now."…
Even during the confrontation between the Shang Kingdom and the Nine Provinces, Dorje's young disciple Dongvir would wipe the dust and burn incense on the statue of the God of Wealth that he carried with him.
"Ani Liu Qi, bless my brother to make a fortune." Dongweier, who was as tall as a willow tree and had a light and graceful posture, prayed devoutly.
An untimely belch sounded behind him.
"belch!"
Dongwei
You frowned and frowned. When you turned around, you saw your eldest brother's bald head.
"Ah! Brother!" Dongweier walked around the bald head in surprise, "Are you rich?"
Dong Weiwu covered his head and said, "You should not have been allowed to become my disciple in the first place."
"Isn't Master Dorje bad?" Dongweier protested.
Dong Weiwu directly picked his teeth with his nails, extremely rough, "Of course that's good. But our monks in northern Xinjiang don't believe in Buddhism. - You are a little money fan, and you worship Grandpa Liu Qi?"
Dongweier didn't protest this time and accepted her nature as a money-lover. "Brother, you know the Buddha and Zen. You are still bald."
The voice of the latter sentence is particularly low.
"Hey! What are you talking about? - Brother, I have a bald head. Yes, it's cool." Dong Weiwu defended.
Dong Weier said softly, folded his arms, and stood aside handsomely.
"So, have you gotten rich?" Dongweier pressed.
Dong Weiwu continued to defend, "Oh, what I'm talking about is not as simple as money."
There were stars in Dongweier's eyes, "Well, that's...not just money? What other good things are there?"
"To put it simply, I haven't earned it yet..."
Before Dong Weiwu could finish speaking, Dong Weir had already pushed him ten steps away.
"Go, go, go! It's already very boring without business. Big brother is here to entertain me!"
Dong Weiwu scratched his bald head and looked at Dong Weier who turned around to pray to the God of Wealth devoutly. He could only say "little money fan."
Having met my sister, I naturally wanted to meet Dorje.
Although Zhang Zhilin left, Duojie did not face any difficulties. There are no other restrictions except that you have to stay in the camp every day.
Dong Weiwu met Dorje very easily.
Dorje was leisurely making milk tea. He sensed the arrival and asked without raising his head, "Would you like some?"
"No, it's too salty. I don't like it." Dong Weiwu refused directly.
"You don't drink milk tea from Northern Xinjiang either?" Dorje was quite surprised.
"I won't drink it. - But the guest I met this time likes to drink our tea." Dong Weiwu started almost explicitly.
"Well...for now, you can drink it. Why, you don't think it's enough?" Dorje understood.
"Enough, that's enough for now. He wants to learn tea-making skills from us. Of course, he will also teach us some things."
Dorje nodded, "I understand. ——Okay. The prince of Wei Guogong's family often comes to see your sister these days."
"Ah? He likes that Kong Fangmei?" Dong Weiwu was very surprised.
Dorje looked strange, "Kong Fangmei?"
"Brother Kong Fang is money. Weir likes money so much, so let's call her Sister Kong Fang." Dong Weiwu was very proud of his genius naming skills.
Dorje was speechless, "What are you thinking about? Mr. Wei is also interested in milk tea."
Dong Weiwu jumped up suddenly, "Is the Wei family crazy?!"
Dorje quickly stood up and held Dong Weiwu down, "Are you crazy?!"
Dong Weiwu sent a message and said, "No, even if you smuggle cultivation resources, there is no need for the crown prince of a country to die personally!"
Dorje transmitted the message, "It's not safe to transmit the message!"
Dong Weiwu smacked his lips, "I feel like it's not very useful for us to say Zen here."
"Mr. Shang has been a little angry lately. If you're not careful, the anger will come out on your head." Dorje warned.
Dong Weiwu was very disdainful: "Okay, you're right. The Shang family is really pitiful. It's obviously already in decline..."
Dong Weiwu knew that if he didn't shut up, Dorje would take action, so he shut up.
"Chapter six hundred and eighty.
"Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are filled with clouds, and the wind and rain of the fifth watch scream sadly."
Quote from "Ci Yun" by Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty"
