Chapter 1481: The Holy Saints and Holy Slaves Gather Together to Discuss the Situation on the Land of Sin

Chapter 1485: The Holy Saints and Holy Slaves Gathered Together, Talking about the Wind and Waves on the Land of Sin

After entering the Fugui Inn, the extremely coquettish "Dao Qiongcang" entertained the public, and then, with the cheers, he looked at the black-robed young man by the wall.

He gathered his sleeves and sat across from the square table.

Not to mention, this sitting really showed some style different from the "South Territory Paralysis".

Dao Qiongcang was too upright!

He sat under the window, and the golden light of the setting sun shone in, and the whole Fugui Inn was a little brighter.

There was a low voice at the door:

"I envy him, this pretty boy looks so classy, ​​it made me understand what 'Ping Biao Sheng Hui' means."

"Fuck, you are a cultured person, you also know the word 'Ping Biao Sheng Hui'?"

"What do you think, you dirty bastard."

"Fuck! Tell me the truth, what does ah zha po cai mean?!"

"It means to help you get rich."

"Oh, so... Hehe, thank you brother, I'll lend you some chicken salt haha!"

At the table by the window.

Unlike the jokes in the room, Lei Shuangxing's vigilance was almost at its highest.

He never thought that in such a filthy place like the South Region, he would meet these three people of light and justice!

The spirit swept through Gou Wu Yue and Wei Feng one by one, and finally stopped at the table.

Lei Shuangxing spoke solemnly:

"Dao Qiongcang!"

Dao Qiongcang shook his head and laughed, the sunset lost its luster, and responded heavily:

"Lei Shuangxing!"

Someone outside the door burst into laughter, covered his mouth and whispered, digging his toes into the ground:

"No, they exchanged names so seriously, I feel embarrassed to watch acquaintances perform."

"Me too..."

"Shut up, maybe they are from the same troupe, just watch."

"Hahaha, that's right."

The two people at the square table were unmoved.

Dao Qiongcang could not bear the embarrassment and loneliness, Lei Shuangxing spoke first:

"What do you mean?"

This sentence suddenly reminded everyone of what happened just now, and it was obviously a response to the word "no", refuting the old store manager's personal "reasonable speculation".

Dao Qiongcang spread his hands: "It's nothing, I read your fortune for you, you shouldn't be in the South Region now, Yujing City is very suitable for you."

"Don't call me this, you are no longer the Taoist master!" Someone outside the door pointed out the mistake.

Dao Qiongcang said "Oh", turned around and waved and smiled: "Brother, you are right, I should use "this saint" now."

The rich inn was laughing again.

Lei Shuangxing couldn't laugh, and still said the same sentence: "What do you mean?"

"It probably means that the old owner's speculation is indeed reasonable, and this saint also speculates that the bloody case of the Lei family, who knows, decades later, the Lord will really be able to dig it out for you. If you miss it, you will miss the good show." Dao Qiongcang said calmly.

"No way, Dao Qiongcang, you are the brother of the Xuanji Palace Master, which side are you on?" Someone outside the door was unhappy. How can you act if your position is wrong.

"Yes, the Holy Slave and the Holy Temple are enemies. How can you sit together and chat? Let's fight!"

"Well said, let's fight!"

A crowd of people started to make a noise. Wei Feng couldn't stand it anymore. Yan Wangyan shook the ground and shouted:

"Shut up!"

The Fugui Inn was dead silent.

"There's something, this killer..."

"Don't mess with him, don't mess with him, he really kills people."

Dao Qiongcang could still turn around and joke:

"You said, this saint has been betrayed, and he is no longer the master of the Holy Temple. Why do you want to make enemies with the Holy Slave?"

"Isn't it more reasonable for me to cooperate with them and kill them on the Holy Mountain together to take back my position?"

In the dark, Gou Wuyue held his forehead and closed his eyes heavily.

He regretted it again and followed me...

"That makes sense."

"Good brother, you have some psychological understanding of Dao Qiongcang, keep acting! If you do well, I will reward you!"

Dao Qiongcang raised his voice, "Thank you first."

"Hahaha, reward!" A bag of spirit crystals was thrown directly from outside the door.

Lei Shuangxing could hardly believe what was happening in the inn.

Dao Qiongcang really bent down, picked up the bag of spirit crystals, sat back in the chair, and poured himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat.

"You..."

He was a little speechless for a while, and choked before he could speak: "How can you find my location?"

"You said you passed by and met by chance, do you believe it?"

Dao Qiongcang drank it all, put down the teacup, tapped his fingers on the table and said: "Meeting is fate, I will tell you a fortune, give you a face, this is reasonable."

"Shouye?" Someone outside the door was surprised.

"Of course!" Dao Qiongcang clasped his fists in the direction of the Central Domain Holy Mountain, and said with great emotion:

"They said that it was this Saint who freed the ghost beast Greed God. I don't know how much pain Xu Xiaoshou is being tortured now!"

"This Saint cherishes his life very much... So, I am afraid that Master Shou will bring all the Saint Slaves to fight me later. As soon as I figured out that there is a turning point here, this Saint hurried over to make a good relationship."

"It's not too late to mend the fold after the sheep have been lost!"

This line is too powerful.

The people who formed a circle inside and outside the gate couldn't help but substituted into the plot. They felt that they had gone to the distant Yujing City, and what they saw now was the real Dao Qiongcang, not pretending.

"Your troupe is awesome. What's your name? Let's go and show our support later?" Someone shouted.

Dao Qiongcang hurriedly stood up after hearing this, clasped his fists and bowed, saying: "We are from the Tianji Divine Religion."

Wei Feng couldn't help but turn his head away when he saw this.

Gou Wu Yue buried his head in the darkness, as if he was too ashamed to see anyone.

"Tian Ji Shen Cult?"

Not only the innkeepers were surprised.

Lei Shuang Xing suddenly raised his bamboo hat, moved.

"Shou Ye had a battle with me in Qingyuan Mountain. He was a little worse, but he said something right..." Dao Qiong Cang paused, and then threw away his long sleeves, transformed into an actor and sang:

"Blood and flesh are weak, Tian Ji ascends~~~"

The people outside the door shuddered, and some people were driven away by this voice, "Damn, it's so ugly."

"Are you serious?"

Lei Shuang Xing could no longer remain calm, and then stood up.

If Dao Qiong Cang didn't come because of the dispute over the Great Dao, it is very likely that he really came to make good connections.

"Don't believe it?" Dao Qiong Cang stopped his opera voice, turned around and pinched his fingers in front of Gou Wu Yue.

Pah Pah Pah!

His fingertips flew quickly, pinching out a dazzling golden light.

Finally, he pointed far away, and the golden light flew towards the direction of Yujing City in the Central Region.

"Let me calculate for you again. You really shouldn't be in the Southern Region, whether you are here for the Seven Sword Immortals or for any other mission."

"At this time, you should go to the Central Region, and you must hurry on your way."

"Otherwise..." Dao Qiongcang paused, attracting everyone's curiosity, and then he laughed out loud:

"The secret of heaven cannot be leaked."

The Fugui Inn exploded again.

"Fuck! I can't stand it!"

"Really installed it for you? It's still 'the secret of heaven', tell me what comes after 'otherwise', and I will reward you again!"

Dao Qiongcang shook his head frequently this time, and he would not bow to the five Dou Lingjing, "I said, the secret of heaven cannot be leaked, that is, it cannot be leaked."

Everyone rolled up their sleeves.

Dao Qiongcang quickly changed his words: "But if you join my Tianji Divine Religion, I can reveal a little bit of the secret of heaven... The enshrinement of gods and ancestors is just around the corner."

Everyone was amused again.

"Missionaries!"

"It turns out you are really here to preach. I am so angry. The Tianji Divine Sect has been quite coquettish recently. Is there such a way of preaching?"

"You know what? This Dao Qiong Cang has something. Wasn't that the real 'finger-counting' style?"

"The descendant of the Shujin Sect?"

"I don't know, I don't know. Blood and flesh, ascension to the heavenly secrets, quite interesting..." Someone seemed to be tempted.

"Damn! Don't think that just because you are around me, I can't recognize that you are also an actor. Get away!"

"Ouch..."

There was a quarrel at the door.

Lei Shuangxing's spiritual thoughts swept over the two holy swordsmen again, but he fell into deep thought.

Dao Qiong Cang would never come all the way here to entertain himself...

But!

"But you are here for a reason, right? Who are you waiting for, Ba Zun An?" Dao Qiong Cang suddenly spoke.

Lei Shuangxing seemed to be awakened. Mind reading?

He even copied the magic staff and was ready to go.

The Fugui Inn was trembling with shock, and the sword intent swept through everyone's robes, and swung open the doors and windows.

Suddenly, Gou Wuyue stood up in the dark, and the desolateness that had arisen was like water waves, and finally returned to no trace.

"Huh?" The people in the inn didn't know what was powerful, but felt that some thrills just now were wiped out.

"What the hell?"

"A magical feeling..."

"Yes! They have some skills, two ancient swordsmen..."

"No!" Suddenly someone shouted in surprise, "Isn't this Lei Shuangxing a real thing?"

This voice seemed to wake up some loopholes in people's thoughts, and suddenly another excited voice exploded in the distance:

"Here they are! It turns out to be a troupe!"

"The Eight Zun An is here, and there is also a storyteller. These two have been very active recently, wandering around, and they have come here!"

The crowd at the Fugui Inn seemed to be wiped away by a big hand.

Dao Qiongcang, Wei Feng, and Gou Wuyue turned their heads to look, and Lei Shuangxing also held his bamboo hat and pointed it in the direction of the door.

"Buzz!"

The magic staff suddenly vibrated.

The sound of Nulan was even more buzzing.

This special effect was absolutely amazing. When everyone was amazed, they looked back and heard a loud laugh from the crowd in front of them:

"Saucy old Taoist, thirty years of palace master life sealed you, and now you are liberated, and you are entering adolescence?"

"Thirty miles away, I can smell the smell of you, which is more distinctive than your innate sword intent!"

The crowd suddenly made a noise.

When the lifelike Eight Zun An and the lifelike storyteller followed into the inn, everyone was shocked.

The tears fell from afar and the magic staff was hidden.

Dao Qiongcang's eyes flickered, smiling and chanting, silently waiting for the visitor from afar.

The one-armed Gou Wuyue held the voice of Nulan in his hand - it turned out that this one was the most amazing. His eyes were so complicated, with surprise, reluctance, joy, and deep concentration...

He performed the image of a sword immortal who was once a good friend, but now on a different path, and who had lost his arm due to a dispute over the Great Dao, but returned the sword because of the gift of the sword.

The whole inn was almost full of applause!

"So you preach, right?"

"Okay, okay, Tianji Divine Sect... I remember this name, you have something."

Ba Zun An strode into the inn.

In front of Dao Qiongcang, he did not look sickly at all.

After smiling and nodding at this mortal enemy, he first looked at Lei Shuangxing, threw a jade talisman and said:

"Put down the others first."

"Contact Xuan Wuji first, and then go to the Central Region. You don't have to go through the cross-region formation. Remember to speed up."

"Dao Qiongcang is right, Yujing City needs you now."

She grabbed the jade talisman with tears in her eyes, as if she still couldn't believe it.

But the Eight Masters have said so. Even if he doesn't believe it, he can only believe that the sky is really helping him... like a dream!

"Farewell."

When I thought that what happened in Yujing City might be related to my sister, I burst into tears and disappeared without saying a word.

"Is this going too fast?"

The entire Fugui Inn was surrounded three times inside and three times outside.

It doesn't matter that Tears left early, the ones who are left behind are the big names.

Gou Wuyue, Dao Qiongcang, and the Eight Masters. Counting them carefully, there are three of the ten seats here.

In addition, the teahouse storyteller has been famous for a long time, and the three emperors are not crazy.

No one knows where this drama will ultimately lead, but the only thing that is certain is...

"The Tianji Divine Sect is quite powerful!"

…

The Eight Masters left with tears in their eyes, and finally looked back.

Dao Qiongcang looked up and faced this familiar old friend.

The battle of the ten thrones seems like yesterday...

The battle on Void Island is vivid in my mind...

Over the years, all kinds of bloodshed, both overt and covert, have never ceased.

The former supreme leader of the Holy Temple met the leader of the overlord of the dark forces, the Holy Slave, in the Sinful Land of the Southern Territory. However, this was the first time the two sides met outside of the battlefield.

Behind each of them, there is the storyteller, Gou Wuyue, who looks rather resentful in comparison.

The God of Death, Wei Kuang, looked around, knowing that he had nothing to do with him, so he took the seat first.

The small wealthy inn, under the gazes of all the Taoists, seemed to have caused a huge flood that could swallow up the five regions.

Just when everyone thought it was time to start a fight...

Several people in the field looked at each other and smiled.

"Sit!" Dao Qiongcang pointed to the tea table where Wei Feng was sitting. There were still a few empty seats there.

"No, no, no, Dao Palace Master, please go first." The Eight Masters also extended their hands.

"No, no, no, no, I am already the former master of the palace, and you are still the first slave of the saint." Dao Qiongcang squeezed out a wry smile.

"Oh? Is there such a thing? Then..." Bazun turned his eyes and looked at Gou Wuyue, "Wuyue Sword Immortal should take the seat first!"

Gou Wuyue twitched the corner of his mouth. He couldn't stand the hypocrisy of these people anymore. He glanced at the storyteller and said in a solemn voice:

"After the Qin Burning, there was a teahouse, from the Central Region to the Eastern Region, from Qinglong County to the Eight Palaces..."

"I never thought that I would finally be able to see you in the Southern Territory."

The storyteller Ning Honghong covered her mouth and smiled softly, moved her waist and hips slightly, took the second seat, smiled sweetly and said:

"Brother Wuyue is no longer a master in white clothes. Don't take him to the Guizhe Holy Mountain and feed him to those jackals, tigers and leopards. He is scared to death."

After talking for a while, the storyteller glanced at Gou Wuyue's broken arm and said in shock: "Hey! What's going on? He's such a swordsman, why is his arm broken?"

"Damn it!" Wei Kuang couldn't bear it anymore and stood up, slapping the table and saying, "Can you please speak properly!"

The storyteller glanced away with pretty eyes. His long legs were almost touching Wei Kuang's chest. He looked around with no one in sight:

"Eh? Where is someone talking? Why is there no one there?"

The murderous intention suddenly arose before Wei was mad, and he took out the King of Hell's Banquet and was about to chop it down.

Dao Qiongcang hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop, "It's all in the past tense. You all are destined to gather here today. Let's ignore the past and only talk about the future. How about it?"

"Oh? The loyal lackey of the Holy Temple is finally going to fall into darkness?" The storyteller smiled.

"Presumptuous!" Wei Kuang glared coldly and tightened his grip on the knife.

"Good sword." The Eight Masters squinted their knowledgeable eyes, and with a buzzing sound, the King of Hell's Banquet trembled violently, and silver-white sword thoughts formed on it.

"The sword belongs to the sword, and the sword belongs to the sword. Now that the sword has been sealed, do you want to break the skill?" Gou Wuyue came over with a focused gaze, and Nu Lan unsheathed the sword with a sonorous sound.

"Oh, my sword." The eight masters looked back and looked away. The demon sword trembled and was about to fly back.

"No, it's my sword!" Gou Wuyue's eyes were full of sword intent, and Nu Lan's voice was filled with green light, which actually overturned the silver-white sword intent.

"Is there a breakthrough?" Ba Zunzhen's eyes lit up and he glanced at Gou Wuyue one more time, "Did the Hua Chang Lantern irritate you?"

"It's not just me. I'm afraid you can't help it anymore, right?"

"no no……"

"We are all familiar with each other. It's better to meet after hearing for a long time. I will give you a try today on behalf of Mr. Yan!"

"Why is this short brother so irritable?"

"That's enough! Speak to me properly!"

"What if people don't comply?"

"Then die——"

Fugui Inn was filled with murderous intent.

Suddenly another sword thought exploded in all directions.

Then thousands of green mo swords flew out and turned into the Qinghe Sword World.

But all this was compressed and condensed in an instant, and was collected into the Yin and Yang Book of Life and Death...

The people outside the door were shocked.

"Holy shit...is this all true?!"

Dao Qiongcang could no longer bear this kind of chaos. With a burst of holy power, the entire Fugui Inn exploded into pieces:

"enough!"

"They are all here to discuss cooperation!"

"Give me some face!"

"Ba Zunzun, please give me some face!"

The Eight Masters hadn't spoken yet. After Dao Qiongcang finished speaking, he took the lead in breaking the power and clicked his tongue to recall the taste:

"Hey, when you say this, is this what it feels like?"

Thanks to [yckwan1] for the big reward for Yu Zhiwen!

Xiaoyu fell into a dilemma and couldn't speak, but I will add more to advance the rhythm of the plot.

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