A stream of light passed through the gate and fell into the Zhenwu Taoist Hall. Lu Zhanyuan waved his hand and displayed three spiritual talismans. Zhong Lingxi and the others immediately appeared from the talismans. After doing this, the boy in Taoist robes held Yi Xifeng The body flew towards Daoxuan Mountain without looking back.
"I hope the head brother can find a way to solve this 'blood ink'."
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A few days after the Yunxiao Lake incident, in a teahouse in Luoye City.
"It is said that above the Yunxiao Lake, the heads of the major sects gathered together, manifested their magical powers, and competed for the position of the strongest person in the world..."
On the table of the teahouse, the storyteller held a knot in his hand, suppressed his saliva, and said in a deep voice to everyone below: "That's it..."
But the next moment, after he was halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly, and the gavel slowly fell from his hand.
"Who do you think everyone here thinks?"
"It goes without saying that he must be the head of Luo Yun Sect, the leader of Confucianism in the world. Who can compete?" A spectator, dressed in white robes and holding a tea cup, spoke leisurely.
"This is not necessarily true. Xu Xianzhi is certainly one of the three saints, but the leader of the Divine Sect and the head of the Zhenwu Dao Palace, who is not a powerful and powerful man who is in charge of one party?"
"That's right, that's right! Don't be blindly arrogant, Luo Yunzong. After being robbed of your marriage, you are losing face more and more. You want to fight for everything, but you can't fight for anything."
"If you ask me, many powerful people from the Saint gathered together, obviously discussing some important matter, and the holy war is simply a fiction. You storyteller, don't confuse right and wrong!"
I don't know who it was, but after saying this, his momentum became very strong, and the momentum of the chivalrous realm suddenly filled the place.
Beside, many onlookers were talking, and their words echoed in the teahouse.
"You..." The tea cup in the spectator's hand dropped violently, and the table shook three times in an instant. Seeing that the momentum around him was about to rise, a man in white robes beside him hurriedly pulled the person in front of him. cuffs, slowly shaking his head.
Immediately, the two of them said nothing and just walked out of the teahouse silently.
The storyteller saw that everyone was talking more and more vigorously, the beads of sweat on his forehead became more and more dense, his cuffs were wiped again and again, and the gavel on the table was picked up and put down again.
Don't dare to knock it down.
There were no ordinary people in this teahouse, they were all disciples of various major sects.
They understand the situation that day better than him.
"Storyteller, you are not afraid that the sect will decapitate you!" A loud shout came from the spectators, and the unknown pressure suddenly dropped, shocking everyone present!
"It's just a few saints who took action at the same time to suppress the evil spirits in the secret realm. If you don't know the whole story and only have a partial understanding, don't make up slander at will!"
After saying this, a ray of light shot out, the storyteller's pupils shrank suddenly, and a fist-sized blood hole appeared on his chest. A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the chopping board in front of him red.
Then his eyes darkened and he fell down.
The disciples of each major sect cleared up the rumors with lightning speed. After catching several of the main people spreading the rumors, the farce came to an abrupt end.
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"The Son of God has not shown up for many days. Is there some inner demon?"
"Shh~, keep your voice down, if the elders hear this, they will lose their heads!"
Late at night, in an auxiliary hall of the Divine Cult General Altar, two Divine Cult disciples on duty were chatting while on duty.
"Brother Wang, I heard that the Son of God was still in a comatose state when he came out of the Bloodstained Secret Realm. Is it true?" A young disciple with a scarred face asked in a low voice.
Hearing this, another disciple with a Chinese-character face looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then said:
"Master Shenzi was extremely weak when he came back. I heard that he was injured by the new Demon Son of the Demon Cult."
"Devil Cult Demon Son? Is that Su Xiaoxian?" The freckled disciple looked surprised.
The disciple surnamed Wang nodded and continued: "I heard from other senior brothers in the sect that Master Shenzi seems to have been injured in his soul. If Leader Han had not appeared in time, I am afraid that Master Shenzi's life would have been in danger."
The Freckles disciple was stunned for a moment, then asked: "The soul is injured? Isn't that Su Xiaoxian a swordsman? Is he also good at soul attacks?"
The disciple surnamed Wang shook his head and replied: "I heard what others said, but I don't know exactly how he was injured."
While chatting, a strange movement suddenly came from the palace. Judging from its source, it seemed to be the room of the Son of God.
While the two were surprised, two flashes of light flashed by. An old man with white eyebrows and white hair and a man with a hooked nose suddenly appeared here, which scared the two of them into a cold sweat. You must know that they were discussing the Son of God just now. Even if Even if he was beheaded directly, he could not blame others.
The disciple named Wang quickly pulled the freckled disciple to kneel down, bowed his head and bowed.
"Wang Liang, Xu Si, see the second elder and the third elder!"
After the second elder glanced at them, he waved his sleeves and robe to signal them to leave.
Wang Liang and Xu Dun breathed a sigh of relief, and then trotted away from here.
The hook-nosed third elder glanced at the backs of the two men, turned around and asked:
"Second Elder, why don't you let me get rid of these two people?"
After hearing this, the second elder calmly uttered four words.
"It's better to block than to open up."
The third elder was thoughtful when he heard the words, but then he stopped thinking about it. The top priority was to protect this place.
Afterwards, the two of them rubbed the black and yellow light with their hands, laid a barrier around Zhou Yang's room, and gathered the surrounding true energy of heaven and earth, and continuously transported it into the barrier. In less than a moment, the intensity of the true energy in the barrier reached five times the concentration in the outside world. More than times.
"With Zhou Shenzi's talent, it shouldn't be a big problem to break through to the hero realm." The second elder said slowly.
The hook-nosed elder nodded and replied: "It goes without saying that Zhou Shenzi has practiced the Wuxiang Kung Fu, but this divine and demonic skill has not improved for a long time. If it were that kid Lu Zhuchen..."
The third elder's voice stopped suddenly, not because he didn't want to say it, but because the second elder stopped him.
"The fight for the position of the Son of God was decided by the leaders of the past generations. We do not allow any further questions on this matter. Don't forget that some of the third-generation elders were beheaded in public because of this matter."
The hook-nosed elder's face darkened, and he cupped his hands to the person beside him and said, "That's what the second elder taught you."
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In the Demon Sect, Su Xiaoxian has been staying in the leader's hall since he came back from the Bloodstained Secret Realm, and has not been seen for several days.
Lin Fenghuo, on the other hand, stayed with Lin Lei to practice.
Lin Lei was in a daze. He had to glance at Lin Fenghuo from the corner of his eye. Even after a few days, he still couldn't believe it. When he was in Xiaoyuan Academy, Lin Fenghuo was so beautiful. No one among his disciples could do it. He was superior to others, but he didn't expect that since Lin Fenghuo took a trip to the Bloodstained Secret Realm, he would fall into the Demon Cult like him and become a Demon Cultivator.
After being together for many years, Lin Lei knew Lin Fenghuo's upright character, so when he saw Lin Fenghuo's appearance, he couldn't help but feel in a trance, just like in a dream. (End of chapter)
