Chapter 547

That place was already hundreds of miles away, there were snowflakes that rose from nothingness, danced with the wind, and then disappeared in mid-air, which was obviously not a natural thing.

Jianlu Yuanqijing personally sits in the town, Guangyuan Daoist and Nan Wang are ready to attack at any time, and there may be more powerful people hidden in the clouds over there.

Acting with the strong strength and confidence of the Green Mountain Sect, they have put on such a big posture, which shows that the matter here must not be over yet, and it is still very big.

"What do we need to do?" Feng Dao leader asked without hesitation.

Suppressing the underworld is the responsibility of all human races, and no one can stay out of it.

Master Guangyuan replied honestly: "I don't know either. The headmaster called us to come, so we came."

The leader of Fengdao thought about the young head of Qingshan, and didn't know what to say for a while. He looked at the corpse of the twelve priests and said, "What should I do? I'll take it back to Juye City?"

"Need not."

Immortal Guangyuan's voice fell, and the sunlight shone on the Sun-Returning Sword, which became extremely blazing and burned the corpses of the twelve priests to ashes.

Then he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, looked at it carefully, and confirmed that the time and place were correct, then waved his hands and said goodbye, and flew towards the northwest hundreds of miles away with his sword.

The not-so-pleasant singing voice also disappeared, and the isolated wind and snow disappeared into the sky.

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The twelve priests of the underworld came to the human world and were immediately killed by the Qingshan sect. This incident was too coincidental, and naturally caused a lot of speculation and doubts.

Sese said that the Qingshan Sect does not need to explain, and the Qingshan Sect does not need to explain to the world, but some people are always special.

In the Zen room deep in the Jingyuan, Zenzi took out the small wooden stick from his ear, blew off the earwax on the tip of the stick, and asked, "I never thought you would also walk on the old road of peace."

Jing Jiu carried the iron pot on the table farther away, and said, "I've never been different from him."

Zenzi dug his ears seriously again, then threw the small wooden stick into the mud outside the window, and said, "Anyone can guess that you are connected with the lower world."

"Can't you?" Jing Jiu's voice showed no emotion.

Canglong incarnated in Chaoge City and blocked the passage in the abyss. In the name of the Emperor of the Underworld, the Zhongzhou faction squeezed a lot of benefits from the underworld.

The high priest of the underworld once projected to meet him in Chaoge City, and at that moment he was certain of something.

Zen Zi knew what he meant and said, "There is no proof."

Jing Jiu poured himself a cup of tea and said, "You have no proof either."

Chanzi also poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip slowly, and said, "Good tea, but no matter who you cooperate with in the underworld, it's not a good thing."

Jing Jiu said, "Gu Qing cooked it in an iron pot, I think it's quite good."

Zenzi glanced at him and said, "It will take many more years, and the position of head is determined so early?"

From summer to autumn, they read countless scriptures in this meditation room, thought about countless plans, and finally found the direction to repair the disappearing array.

But just like Zen Zi said, Jing Jiu is only at the beginning of breaking the sea, and he is still far away from the peak of Tongtian, let alone ascending.

Jing Jiu said, "After that person dies, it doesn't make much difference who will be the head."

Zenzi said blankly, "If Taiping died so easily, he would have died six hundred years ago, and he would have died three hundred years ago. He should have died the year before last."

Jing Jiu didn't continue this topic, and said, "Help me keep an eye on the Bai family, don't let her contact the lower realm, at least not for a few days."

Zen Zi said, "It's very simple."

Jing Jiu said, "You can't beat her again."

During the Meihui in spring, Zenzi said this in front of Master Guangyuan and Yueqianmen. On the surface, he was humiliating the Zhongzhou faction, but he was actually reminding the Qingshan sect.

Half a year later, he finally returned this sentence to Zen Zi.

Chanzi sighed and said, "Is this the Guocheng Temple?"

In the afternoon, the details of the death of the twelve priests finally spread to the East China Sea, and people knew that it was Guangyuan Daoist who shot yesterday.

In the evening, there was the latest news that the Seven Priests of the Underworld, accompanied by two sorcerers who were extremely good at the Soul Fire Seizing Heart Art, appeared not far outside Juye City.

The sword saint was sitting in Baicheng far away, and before the strong wind knife sect could make a move, the seven priests and the two warlocks with strange soul skills died.

Still died under the sword of Qingshan.

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The night is beginning to dye, the stars are gradually rising, the evening drum has stopped, the evening class is over, and the Guocheng Temple is quiet. Walking between the Tallinn, one can vaguely hear the sound of blessings and low sobs coming from both sides of the official road. It is not known which patient is dying or which patients are dying.

Ascetics are sensitive to the six senses, and a strong Nascent Soul like Bai Zao, if he listens attentively, he can even hear the sound of the waves of the East China Sea dozens of miles away.

But at this time, there were waves and countless voices in her sea of ​​consciousness, so naturally she didn't have the will to listen to distant voices.

When she came outside the Jingyuan, she was passed on by the great monk, and she walked in.

Gu Qing sat in front of that stone pagoda meditating and practicing, it seemed that there was nothing worth worrying about.

Zhuo Rusui was dozing off on the side of the stone pagoda, it seemed that he had had a full dinner.

When she came to the meditation room, she smelled the faint fragrance of tea and looked at Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue sitting side by side. The turmoil in her heart gradually calmed down, and she asked, "How many more will there be?"

Jing Jiu didn't say anything, because he didn't know how many Tong Yan could deceive. Until now, he didn't quite understand why the priests in the underworld were so easy to deceive - because he didn't know what the Emperor's Seal meant to the people in the underworld.

Bai Zao looked into his eyes and asked, "Is senior brother down there?"

Jing Jiu didn't answer either.

Zhao Layue opened her eyes, the faint mist withdrew her body, looked into her eyes and asked, "How much do you know?"

Bai Zao said, "I only found out about it recently."

Zhao Layue said: "Since you know these things, you shouldn't ask us, but ask your mother."

This sentence may seem ordinary, but its edge looms, and it is difficult to face it directly.

Bai Zao left Jingyuan and came to the tower forest, and was silent for a long time.

There is no wind tonight, and there is no sound of waves in the pine forest not far away, but the sound of waves in her ears is getting louder and louder, until it is interrupted by a few footsteps.

The three girls who came were Sese, Que Niang and Zhen Tao. They came here by appointment to meet Jing Jiu.

They were a little surprised, smiled and chatted with Bai Zao, then walked towards Jingyuan.

There is indeed no wind tonight, but Bai Zao feels that the night wind is a little cold.

No matter in the Dao battle or the Dao Dao meeting, the younger generation of cultivating geniuses are her friends and companions.

They once drank by the lake and made great wishes for peace in the world.

But now... Luo Huainan is dead, Tonglu is dead, Tong Yan is gone, He Zhan has become a monk, Su Ziye has become a lonely ghost, Guo Nanshan and other Liangwang Peak disciples are detained in the mountain and cannot come out.

On the contrary, there are so many young people in Jingyuan.

She is a little lonely.

"Wait a moment."

She called Zhen Tao to stop, and asked with her eyes if the senior was awake.

Zhen Tao shook her head, indicating that no one in the nunnery knew when she would wake up.

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Guocheng Temple never held a meeting again. The ascetics of various sects either took this rare opportunity to ask the eminent monks in the temple some problems, or consulted each other about certain Taoism, or wandered around like Sese and Zhen Tao, but no one left, because everyone was waiting for the final result.

News from the north kept coming.

A certain powerful character came from the underworld.

Then die.

here we go again.

Died again.

Of course, it was the Qingshan Sect who made the move.

On the morning of the seventh day, the morning light illuminated the wilderness.

A huge green mountain sword boat fell to the ground with the cold light.

The places where the demons of the underworld appear are mainly concentrated around Lengshan.

For some unknown reason, none of the practice sects or the imperial court sent anyone over. The reactions of the Wind Knife Sect, the imperial court, and certain sects are understandable. After all, this is obviously the Qingshan Sect and the Zhongzhou Sect working in secret. No one wants to be part of it, but the strange thing is that even the Zhongzhou Sect has no one to come.

Looking at the sword boat on the green mountain in the distance, an elder of the Wind Saber Sect said with emotion: "What exactly is the Green Mountain Sect going to do?"

Last night there was a bloody battle in Lengshan. A priest from the underworld burned his soul fire and seriously injured Cheng Youtian, the master of Bihu peak. Just as the master of Fengdao was about to strike, several flying swords flew from the sky. Only then did the Fengdao Sect members who had been paying attention to the battlefield know that the Qingshan Sect was the strongest. Yuan Qijing and other five peak masters, plus eight sea breaking elders... This formation is not much different from the battle of the West Sea.

The leader of Fengdao was silent for a while, and said: "Only in this way can we be safe, otherwise Qingshan can't bear this responsibility."

Everyone knows that the change in the underworld is related to the Qingshan sect, and many people even suspect that the Qingshan sect has colluded with certain forces in the underworld—after all, there is the past of Daoist Taiping—if the Qingshan sect really let go of a strong man in the underworld this time, and let even a mortal die, they will face great doubts.

Therefore, the Qingshan sect must act like a goshawk fighting a rabbit to ensure that there will be no problems.

The elder shook his head and said: "This matter is so weird, how should the Qingshan sect explain it afterwards?"

The leader of Fengdao said: "No matter how weird it is, as long as Qingshan really works hard, no one can say anything. Do you think these monsters in the underworld are so easy to kill? Let's talk about the two scenes we saw with our own eyes. If we don't invite the sword master back, do you think we can hold it down?"

A few more days later, the cold wind blew up, and the Qingshan Jianzhou took advantage of the wind and returned to the south.

There was also an autumn wind by the East China Sea, some leaves fell, and the practitioners gathered in the temple again.

The Zhongzhou faction withdrew the proposal made during the spring plum meeting.

Not only that, but all the shares that belonged to the Xihai Sword Sect in the past are now officially assigned to Qingshan.

The Green Mountain Sect took half of those shares and distributed them to the Daze, Xuanling Sect, Mirror Sect and other sects. Unexpectedly, the Wuen Sect of Fengshan received the most.

Anyway, they all belong to Qingshan, and how Jing Jiu wants to divide them is all his business.

The denominations bid farewell.

The Zhongzhou sent people to prepare to leave.

At this moment, Jing Jiu's voice sounded.

"The Soul Gathering Valley is the channel for the Zhongzhou faction to suppress it. Now there are so many monsters from the underworld, it's not good."

He said to the Zhongzhou faction: "Qingshan can be killed, but this is your problem, so there should be no next time."

Bai Zhenren turned around, looked at him and said calmly: "Is the head of Jing wanting to ask the teacher for punishment?"

Jing Jiu said, "Yes."