Zhongzhou, Wuzong.
Most of the other sects are built on mountains, far away from crowded downtown areas. However, Wu Zong used a city as his headquarters.
Wucheng is the headquarters of Zhongzhou Wuzong, and its scale is comparable to the Immortal City in Burial Immortal Valley.
In Zhongzhou, there was no imperial power, and Wu Zong was the ruler of Zhongzhou.
Because of the existence of Wuzong, there are more martial arts practitioners in Zhongzhou than in the other four states combined.
It is said that he is the first sect in the world, and he deserves his name.
In the center of Wucheng, there is a Martial Arts Temple, which is the core of Wuzong's power and is equivalent to the imperial palace of the empire.
At this moment, in the Martial Temple, the Martial Sect Master and a group of elders gathered together for a rare occasion.
Tang Batian, the leader of Wuzong, is a middle-aged man in his fifties. He has an extremely majestic appearance. He wears a luxurious purple robe with a golden dragon embroidered on it. His power is even more powerful than the most powerful emperor in the world.
He sat on the white jade chair inlaid with gold and glanced at the dozen or so senior martial arts officials in the hall: "The great elder's soul lamp has gone out."
His voice is magnetic, calm and majestic, but it can make people feel deeply chilled.
An elder wearing a black robe with a crane on his chest stood up, bowed to Tang Batian, and said: "The great elder went to Beizhou Immortal Burial Valley to investigate the situation. It seems that the situation is probably more serious than bad. ."
"A few days ago, the sect master asked me to investigate the situation of the seventh elder, and now I have definite information."
"The person who killed the Seventh Elder was the Supreme Emperor of the Daqian Dynasty in Beizhou."
Tang Batian said calmly: "I don't care whether he is the emperor or the supreme emperor. If he dares to touch the elders of my Wuzong, I will kill him!"
"Fourth Elder, I will leave this matter to you. In three days, I will make the Daqian Dynasty completely disappear."
"yes!"
The fourth elder bowed and accepted the order.
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China, Arctic Group.
Li Nianci sat behind the large office desk, holding his forehead with his hands and looking sad.
Su Qing brought a glass of water from the side, placed it on her table, and said, "Chairman, have a drink of water. You haven't even drank a sip of water this morning."
Li Nianci rubbed his temples, his face showing deep longing.
"Is there no news yet about Xiaofan?"
Su Qing's face also darkened, and she shook her head slightly: "No."
Li Nianci frowned and said, "I don't know what's going on with this child over there?"
Su Qing said: "I heard from Taoist Qin that after Xiaofan entered, he has been staring at the Immortal Sect, but there has been no movement for so long."
Li Nianci sighed: "Oh, this child is really worrying."
Su Qing hurriedly said: "With Xiaofan's ability, I believe he will return safely. Chairman, there is no need to worry."
Li Nianci said: "Several forces have suddenly appeared within China, and they are all ready to move. Many of them are forces that were suppressed by Xiaofan in the past. I am worried that someone is instigating them behind their backs."
"Captain Yun sent a man named Yang Yue to deliver a message to me last time, saying that several powerful forces suddenly appeared abroad and that we should be careful in our business abroad."
"Although he didn't say it explicitly, I guess those forces were suppressed by Xiaofan before."
Su Qing snorted coldly: "These people, seeing that Xiaofan is not here, want to cause trouble again."
"Don't worry, Chairman, they are just causing trouble behind the scenes and don't dare to do anything."
Li Nianci said: "What I'm worried about is that if there is no news about Xiaofan, those people may think that something unexpected happened to him and will take more radical actions."
"Tell Taoist Qin to keep an eye on the Immortal Sect, and tell me immediately if there is any news about Xiaofan."
Su Qing nodded: "Yes!"
Western China.
On an unknown island in the Pacific Ocean, there stands a huge statue of the God of Death.
This is the headquarters of the Sin Domain organization.
At the beginning, the killer of the Sin Domain sneaked into China and was killed by Qin Fan. From then on, he became the number one enemy of the Sin Domain.
Death statue at the base of the palace.
In the dark palace, a pair of blood-red eyes flickered on and off. As those eyes blinked, a terrifying aura waxed and waned, covering the entire underground palace.
On both sides of the underground palace, there were many people wearing black robes kneeling, including people of all skin colors. They were prostrate on the ground, like fanatics worshiping the gods they believed in.
The old man in red robes kneeling at the front kept worshiping devoutly and whispered: "Great God of Death, please wake up quickly. Your people have been waiting for you for thousands of years."
Then, everyone began to worship, chanting some ancient incantations that they could not understand.
As if touched by everyone's sincerity, those eyes suddenly lit up, like a light suddenly turned on in the darkness.
A terrifying aura swept across the entire underground palace, and the aura no longer fluctuated between strong and weak, and finally stabilized.
A dark, deep, and creepy voice sounded in the underground palace: "After all these years, I finally wake up from my deep sleep. Human Emperor, I will definitely make you pay the price!"
The people below immediately shouted: "Congratulations to the God of Death for waking up. Soon, this world will become the kingdom of the God of Death!"
The voice of the God of Death sounded: "It's not enough. I still need some time to recover. I have just woken up now. I need to replenish energy, a lot of energy."
"You guys, go and capture those powerful practitioners for me. The more powerful the better, I will use their life essence to quickly recover from their injuries."
"As you command!"
After everyone worshiped, they dispersed to complete the order of the God of Death.
On the other side, the Divine Court of Light.
On this day, for some unknown reason, a ray of holy light suddenly descended from the Divine Court of Light, which had been silent for a long time.
This is a miracle.
A stronger miracle than ever before.
In the lobby of the Holy Court, the highest-ranking figures in the entire Holy Court of Light were gathered. There were more than a dozen Archbishops in red, as well as the chief judges of the Inquisition, who had never shown their faces before, including those who were barefoot and only wore one piece of clothing. An ascetic in thin commoner clothes.
On the huge silver-white cross at the front of the lobby is the statue of the saint from back then.
At this moment, a white holy light descended from the sky and just enveloped the statue of the saint.
Under the statue of the saint, a new generation of saints kneels.
This saint was over seventy years old. He wore a white robe, his hair and beard were white, and he looked very old.
At this moment, the statue of the saint suddenly emitted a white holy light, which shone on the saint kneeling in front of it.
The white light stung people unable to open their eyes.
The saint's originally rickety body began to slowly become straighter, and his old face, which looked like dead tree bark, was slowly regaining its luster.
A pure and powerful aura that makes people want to worship emanated from the saint.
I don’t know how long it took, but finally, the white holy light on the saint’s body dissipated.
A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties appeared in front of everyone.
Judging from the outline, it was vaguely the old saint who seemed to be dying at any moment.
Everyone was excited and began to kneel down and worship, shouting: "Welcome the saint!"
