Xi Yao and others were suddenly startled. They looked up and saw that the light at the entrance of the grotto dimmed and several people filed in.
The leader's bronze skin shone with a dazzling luster. The wild hemp robe draped around him was fluttering in the wind. His hands were broad and wide, but his whole body exuded an inexplicable and intimidating aura. He was the one who was regarded as a prairie warrior. Dear, Bi Xuan, who has fought against Song Xing once.
The person on Bixuan's left has an unusually long and narrow face, and all the facial features on it are flaws that no one would wish to have, as if they are all squeezed into a pile.
His forehead looked particularly high, his chin was long and slender, and the bridge of his nose was disproportionately tall and huge, making his eyes and mouth look even smaller in comparison.
Fortunately, he has long black hair that falls down to his shoulders, which balances out the incongruity between his broad shoulders and narrow face. Otherwise, it would be even more awkward and weird.
Standing on the right side of Bi Xuan is an old man with a long beard and five strands of elegance. He is wearing a thick brocade robe and looks even taller than ordinary people. It has the air of a reclusive hermit.
The two of them stood beside Bixuan, but their momentum was as high as a mountain, not inferior to Bixuan, the Turkic god of war.
The three of them stood together, and their aura filled the entire palace.
Looking at the three people in front of him, Song Xing had already guessed the identities of the other two.
Master Yijian is Cai Lin, Sanren Ning Daoqi!
"Three great masters, what a huge battle!"
Song Xing smiled slightly and also released his aura, resisting the pressure of the three people.
"Being able to organize the three great masters, I think the current master of Cihang Jingzhai will also come."
After Song Xing finished speaking, a figure walked out from behind the three great masters and said to Song Xing: "Cihang Jingzhai Fan Qinghui has met the Demon Lord of the Demon Sect."
She was wearing a white dress and plain skirt, her face was dignified and beautiful, and her temperament was as refined as an immortal.
"I didn't expect that the master of Cihang Jingzhai is said to be such a beautiful woman." Song Xing admired slightly.
"The Demon Lord is so complimentary." Fan Qinghui shook his head slightly and said, "The poor nun came to see the Demon Lord this time because he has something to ask for."
A hint of ridicule flashed in Song Xing's eyes, and he said, "Tell me and listen."
Fan Qinghui said: "Please Demon King put the common people of the world first, give up fighting for world hegemony, and lead the Demon Sect to withdraw from the Central Plains."
Song Xing looked at the woman in front of him and said with some surprise: "It turns out that I'm here for Li Clan. Song is really curious about how much benefits Li Clan has given Cihang Jingzhai, so that you can go all out to help. them."
Fan Qinghui looked at Song Xing's expressionless face, and his voice remained calm: "The poor nun said, just for the sake of the common people in the world, Li Clan chose the co-lord of the world for Cihang Jingzhai, and the demon sect is fighting against him. I am going against the will of heaven, and in order that the common people will no longer suffer, I am willing to ask the devil to let him go."
Song Xing sneered: "What a saying that the world will be the common master, but as a Han Chinese, he chose a foreign common master for the world, such a compassionate Cihang Jingzhai."
Compared to Song Que, who had always been firm in his desire to restore Han rule, the owner of Cihang Jingzhai believed that the south would submit to the north and the north would unify the south, which would be the inevitable direction of historical development.
She believes that even if the foreign races in the north rule the Central Plains, as long as the war can be ended, it will be worth it. Over time, the right way is to use Han culture to assimilate the foreign races and form national integration.
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Hearing Song Xing's sarcastic words, Fan Qinghui's face changed slightly. Cihang Jingzhai had been aloof and respected in the world over the years, but he had never been contradicted like this in person.
"The general trend of the world is already clear, so why should the Demon King go against the will of heaven?"
Song Xingsha said: "Li Clan and you cannot represent God's will. If you want to win the world, just rely on your own ability to win it!"
Before Fan Qinghui could speak again, Song Xing said loudly: "Since the evil king is here, why bother hiding outside? If you want to kill Song Xiang, let's go together."
The expressions of everyone in the grotto changed, and a look of vigilance flashed in Fan Qinghui's eyes.
After a few breaths, a figure floated into the grotto like a ghost. In the eyes of Xi Yao and Bai Qing'er, this figure was as light as a ghost.
The smoke is really like evil spirits and ghosts.
The man who appeared in front of everyone had a face that made women scream, a tall nose, sexy thin lips, and deep and charming eyes. If the slight smile on his lips wasn't so evil, it might really give people a gentle and elegant feeling.
It's a pity that the light shining in his dark phoenix eyes was a bit cynical, making his handsome and handsome face suddenly become gloomy!
Feeling that Shi Zhixuan's aura was not inferior to that of Bixuan and the others, Song Xing understood that Shi Zhixuan had finally broken through to the Grand Master realm with the help of Cihang Jingzhai.
The people invited by Fan Qinghui to ambush Song Xing were surprisingly not three great masters, but four!
Perhaps with the help of Cihang Jingzhai, Shi Zhixuan also reached the realm of Grand Master, and was even invited by Fan Qinghui to ambush Song Xing.
Song Xing instantly guessed Cihang Jingzhai's plan. Even if the ambush on Song Xing failed, and two great masters appeared within the Demon Sect, they would inevitably fight for power and gain, thus being unable to take into account other things.
After being suppressed by Laojun Guan for three years, Cihang Jingzhai finally showed his terrifying fangs and struck a decisive blow. The lineup of four great masters made it clear that they had no intention of letting Song Xing leave the grassland alive.
Song Xing laughed loudly, looked at the people in front of him, and said, "No wonder you dare to come to the door so confidently. It turns out that you have persuaded the four great masters. Even so, what can you do to me?"
Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan were both great masters of foreign races. They naturally wanted to have the opportunity to get rid of the great masters of the Central Plains and plunge the Central Plains into a state of turmoil.
Song Xing can guarantee that although the two of them were openly encouraged by Fan Qinghui, they both had their own little plans in their hearts.
If Song Xing really died in the grassland, the next moment, the Turks might take advantage of the troubled times in the Central Plains to lead troops to the Central Plains and cause greater bloodshed and massacre.
Fan Qinghui said calmly: "Demon Lord, the poor nun advises you not to resist stubbornly. If you are willing to surrender and give up your martial arts, the poor monk can make the decision. How about I promise to keep your life?"
Song Xing sneered and said, "Bah, who are you, Cihang Jingzhai, worthy of my surrender?"
An angry look appeared on Fan Qinghui's eyebrows, and he said slowly: "Then I won't bother the Demon Lord to choose."
Song Xing sneered, and suddenly stretched out his hand towards the void, grabbed the void, and with a sudden grasp, all the air within a few feet around him instantly solidified.
Fan Qinghui's body was shaken, and she took seven or eight steps back before stopping.
"Cihang Jingzhai is nothing more than that."
Song Xing snorted coldly, and with a movement of his body, he turned into an afterimage and disappeared. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Fan Qinghui.
"Zheng——"
The sound of the knife resounded in the sky, Song Xing waved his arm, and a cold light shot quickly towards Fan Qinghui's throat.
Fan Qinghui's face changed slightly, his sleeves bulged, and his majestic internal energy spurted out to block the evil king that Song Xing was attacking. He used the force to jump back more than ten feet, widening the distance between the two, and said coldly: " After all, the Demon Lord is also the leader of a dignified sect, so don’t you feel embarrassed to attack like this?"
Song Xing sneered, "Cihang Jingzhai is too embarrassed to talk about face?"
Fan Qinghui was silent for a moment and said: "If you don't surrender, all that awaits Laojun Guan is destruction."
Song Xing sneered: "Then let's see, whether you Cihang Jingzhai will be destroyed today or I, Laojun Guan, will be destroyed today."
Following his words, a fierce momentum suddenly erupted. The situation in the entire grotto changed, stone debris flew, and everyone in the grotto looked in the direction of Song Xing in fear.
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