Chapter 447: Resurgence

"This..."

"You are worthy of being the master!"

"You easily did what most people can't do!"

"Sorry, I have low emotional intelligence, why did I suddenly stop fighting, can someone explain it to me?"

"Host: It's a matter of life and death!"

"Master: I can't afford to offend you, I'm going to run away!"

"Master: I'm here to take sides, not to fight with this monster."

"Master: The world is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships, young man."

"How do you think I have lived to this age? I just rely on keeping my feet greased and protecting myself."

"Player Wu Kuangtu uses special skills: Super·Burst Clothes, Strength +1000%, Momentum +1000%, causing a deterrent effect, the enemy's fighting will collapsed, and Wu Kuangtu won."

"..."

Looking at the withered monk who walked away quickly and disappeared in an instant, the live broadcast room was silent at first, and then became happy.

Seeing this, the monks were helpless.

"This martial madman..."

"Of course he lives up to his name!"

"In order to force Ku Rong to give in, he actually gambled his life."

"This man's strength is unfathomable. Although Ku Rong is a Jindan master, he may not be his opponent in a life-and-death fight."

"In such a gamble, even if Ku Rong can win, he will have to pay a heavy price. Naturally, he is unwilling to gamble his own path."

"Although Fu Longshan has done a favor to Ku Rong, Fu Longshan is Fu Longshan, and the Ye family is the Ye family. It is the utmost to do so."

"Ku Rong has retreated, so the other Dong Tian descendants and Jindan masters should not ask for trouble. The Ye family is doomed today."

"The Ye family can be destroyed, but the key is Fu Longshan. This man has done so much. Isn't he afraid of Fu Longshan's revenge in the future?"

"How could things develop to such an extent..."

Everyone watched and talked about it.

Xu Yang also took a step and went to a house.

This time, there were no unexpected twists and turns.

"Bang!"

He smashed the door with a punch and stepped into the courtyard. He saw an old man standing alone.

The old man's hair and beard were all white, but he was still energetic. He seemed to have been waiting in the courtyard for a long time. Facing Xu Yang, who was under pressure from life and death, he did not show much fear. Instead, he said calmly: "After hunting geese all day, we were finally pecked by geese. This time, my Ye family lost. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I am willing to accept the defeat, but you can't..."

"Ang!!!"

"Boom!!!"

Before he finished speaking, he was swallowed by the dragon's roar. The domineering palm skill came out fiercely, and the old man was blasted into the mansion behind, causing the house to collapse and turn into a pile of broken walls and ruins.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Seeing this, everyone was silent again.

The warrior did not say much, turned back and went down the mountain.

"This..."

"Host: I don't want to listen to your nonsense!"

"You are taking advantage of your age and talking nonsense when you are about to die."

"Kill one person and it's over. I thought you were going to kill people and have a river of blood."

Seeing Xu Yang go down the mountain, some people in the live broadcast room were disappointed and some were relieved.

"Huh!"

Nie Hailong also breathed a sigh of relief.

It's over, it's finally over!

Although the Ye family failed to save it, three of the four foundation-building masters died, and a major wealthy family in Dongdu fell apart and disappeared, but... what does this have to do with him?

The dead are worthless, and the survival of the Ye family is insignificant. At the moment, this martial arts madman is still the most important.

Things have developed to this point, he should be satisfied, right?

Although the people of Xuantian Sword Sect blocked him just now, it didn't develop to the point of life and death. The relationship between the two sides should be able to be repaired, and big things can be turned into small things, and small things can be turned into nothing, and return to the previous state.

After all, this matter was caused by Qian Jin.

What is the relationship between this man and Wu Kuangtu? Did they direct and act this drama?

If so, how should they repair the relationship between the two parties, what position should they put the other party in, and whether the previous cooperation can continue...

"Director!"

Just when Nie Hailong was thinking about how to clean up the situation, his assistant interrupted his thoughts.

"There is news from Team One that Ye Chen seems to be escaping. Should we control him?"

"Escape?"

Nie Hailong frowned and pondered for a moment: "Just keep an eye on him and talk about it later."

"Yes!"

...

Although the wall falls and everyone pushes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, not to mention that there is a strong dragon behind this camel?

Although the Ye family suffered a heavy blow this time, as long as the Fulong Mountain behind them does not fall, the various forces will not do too much, and they will leave them a little incense.

Of course, the premise is that this matter ends here.

If there is further development, it is hard to guarantee that it will not...

Wait!

Nie Hailong's eyes narrowed as he looked towards the computer, only to find that the live broadcast had ended and had entered the usual replay session.

"Is that the end?"

"Isn't it a bit anticlimactic?"

"I thought it was going to be a big show after updating every few months?"

"No, update more, make trouble, I want to see a river of blood!"

"Brother Crazy, update more, 嘤嘤嘤!"

"What's the point of updating? Those who should be killed are all dead, and the old monk has shrunk again. What's the point of updating without materials?"

"Why is there no material? Didn't the old monk just say that in addition to the Ye family, there is also a Fulong Mountain. Ask them to broadcast another show!"

"Fulong Mountain..."

In the live broadcast room, everyone was noisy, still unsatisfied, and the monks were frightened.

Fortunately, the miracle did not happen, the live broadcast had ended, and the situation did not escalate further.

However, Nie Hailong still frowned.

For some reason, he had a hunch.

Although the Ye family was destroyed, this matter did not end here!

But how will it develop if it doesn't end?

Is it really necessary to kill people on Fulong Mountain?

Impossible?

That's the ancient blessed land!

This person just used the "extreme bet on life" method to force Ku Rong monk to give in. It can be seen that his strength is only between the three realms, perhaps stronger than the Jindan cultivator like Ku Rong monk, but there are more than Jindan in the ancient blessed land.

Those blessed land masters and ancient ancestors, which one is not powerful and powerful, he is a third-realm warrior, it's okay to be arrogant in the mortal world, how dare he dare to make trouble in the cave heaven blessed land?

It doesn't make sense.

But the more it doesn't make sense, the stronger the premonition and intuition in Nie Hailong's heart become.

...

This goes on for a few days.

Longhai Security Bureau, Director's Office.

"Could it be... I think too much?"

Nie Hailong held the computer, watching the replay, frowning, puzzled.

A few days later, everything was calm.

There was no response from Fulong Mountain.

Wu Kuangtu also did not take any action.

As for the Ye family... what else can a dead person say?

Although there are some influences fermenting and undercurrents surging, on the surface, the matter has passed.

Big things become small, small things become nothing, and they will be forgotten in everyone's memory after a while.

Even Nie Hailong had to doubt his professional sense and instinctive premonition.

"Director!"

The assistant walked into the room and reported: "Everything is ready."

"..."

Nie Hailong was silent for a while, and finally put down the computer, got up and walked out.

A few days, not too long or too short, have been packed up, and the next step is to talk with the divine doctor Qian to put a perfect end to this matter.

However...

"Buzz!"

Just as he stepped out of the office, his cell phone rang.

Nie Hailong's body stiffened, his eyes condensed, and he lowered his head, looking at the vibrating pocket, and for a moment he did not dare to move.

"..."

Seeing this, the assistant was also silent.

Their director's "madman PTSD" is getting worse.

After a while, Nie Hailong calmed down and took out his mobile phone from his pocket with some difficulty.

"Update reminder, the anchor you follow - Mingxiaoguan·Shi Jian has started broadcasting."

"..."

Looking at the update reminder on the screen, Nie Hailong fell into silence.

He knew, he knew that this matter would not be so simple!

"Fuck?"

"Where is this?"

"The Taoist priest actually started broadcasting?"

"The sun didn't rise from the west today."

"It looks like it's in some deep mountains and old forests."

"Is he finally going to teach us how to cultivate immortals?"

The live broadcast room, which was already crowded, was flooded with people, and countless barrages flew by.

Fortunately, there was a diversion inside, so it was not a hindrance to watching.

In the picture, there was a quiet mountain field, and it was lush and green as far as the eye could see, retaining a very primitive style.

"This is...!"

Seeing this, the cultivators also concentrated their minds, with a look of shock on their faces.

Because before they could guess, a subtitle appeared on the screen.

"Shuzhong!"

"Fulong Mountain!"

There are many immortal mountains in Shuzhong, and Emei Mountain is unmatched.

Travel around and try to climb and see, how can you know all the strange things.

Since ancient Bashu, there have been many mountains and streams, and the terrain is strange. There are often traces of swordsmen and even rumors of flying immortals.

Fulong Mountain is one of the Shu Mountains. It is like a dragon lying down, dormant in the mountains, hidden and beautiful, extraordinary.

In such a mountain, there is a peak.

"Wuhuhuhu!"

I will climb to the top and look down on all the mountains.

On the top of the peak, the wind is howling, and there is a high altar, following the system of nine instruments, facing the sky.

The Jiuyi Altar stood at the top of the mountain. On the altar, there was another person wearing a Taiqing fishtail crown, a colorful neon robe, holding a whisk and proficient in Taoism. He was so powerful that he could overwhelm the Jiuyi immortals.

It was...

"Mingxiao Temple!"

"Shi Jian!?"

"What does he want to do?"

Seeing the Taoist in formal attire, setting up an altar on the top of Fulong Mountain, everyone was even more shocked.

What does he want to do?

Setting up such a battle array, and broadcasting it live in front of people.

Is he really going to attack the gate of Fulong Mountain and fight to the death with the ancient sect of the blessed land?

The cultivators were shocked and speechless.

The rest of the people, however, did not realize the seriousness of the matter, and were still laughing and joking in the live broadcast room.

"Why are you sitting so high?"

"How did you build this altar?"

"Is the Taoist priest going to perform a ritual?"

"Great Immortal, bless me to win five million..."

Everyone was still joking, not realizing the seriousness of the situation.

The Taoist sat high on the altar, silent and solemn.

Seeing this, everyone realized what was going on, and the jokes gradually subsided.

Suddenly...

"Hoo!"

The wind whistled and passed by.

The Taoist opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, and murmured, "The time has come!"

"Time?"

"What time?"

Everyone was stunned, and questions arose in their hearts. Before they could speak, they saw the Taoist stand up.

The Taoist stood up, put away his whisk, came to the incense table, first offered three sticks of incense, and then bowed and saluted.

Then, the left and right Dharma drums were automatically beaten, and twenty-four drums roared in the mountains.

Amid the sound of the drums, the Taoist held up the Dharma sword, stepped on the Gang and Dou, and chanted the spell.

"Qingyang is reflected in the void, the sun returns to the spirit, the divine tiger wards off evil, the flying bells, the evil is destroyed, the demons are restrained, the nine minors return to the way, the eight powers capture the essence, the thousand true ones record, the three origins are clear, the left roars the middle yellow, the right controls the six Dings, the seven turns and eight combinations, the heavenly scriptures are circling, the sanctification is majestic, the three paths are in line, the clouds of celebration are spreading, the scenery is in the Huangting..."

"The supreme three heavens are mysterious and original, the one qi is transformed to see the old monarch, the true and infinite way of the three pure, the jade emperor of the Haotian Jinque..."

"The disciples make a petition, one wish for the spiritual light to be lit, the second wish for the moon to rise Hui, the third wish is to spread grace to the nine lands, the fourth wish is to reach the nine heavens with sincerity, the fifth wish is to gather all true spirits, the sixth wish is to be surrounded by the Dao Qi, the seventh wish is to open the heavens, the eighth wish is to destroy the hells, the ninth wish is to be universally applied, the tenth wish is to fly in the sky, the eleventh wish is to cherish virtues throughout the world, and the twelfth wish is to be transformed into inaction. "

"Sincerely, the Supreme of the Three Realms, the Supreme Saint of the Ten Directions, the Heavenly Emperor of the Jade Capital and the Golden Palace, the Saints of the Ten Directions, the Officials of the Three Realms, and all the mighty spirits!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of incantation and drum beating was like thunder, shaking the sky.

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, sand and rocks flew, and the sky was dark.

"This...! ?"

Seeing this scene, not to mention the ordinary people, even the monks were dumbfounded and horrified.

"This is..."

"Array?"

"No, it's a ritual!"

"He is... performing a ritual to the sky?"

"How dare he perform this ritual with only one person?"

"What level of cultivation has he reached?"

"Is he going to use this to attack the blessed land of Fulong Mountain?"

"Impossible, Fulong Mountain has a great cultivator who has reached the state of transformation, and even the ancestor who has returned to the void and is frozen in the mysterious coffin. There is also the gate of the blessed land, and many arrays. It can be said that it has the best timing..."

"The timing!?"

The pupils of the cultivators shrank, and they suddenly realized the key point, and were even more shocked.

Right here...

"The universe is bright, the sun and the moon are shining, but now there is a Fulong monk who does not know the law of cause and effect, does not know the human heart, and does the opposite. The gods and the people are angry..."

"Disciple respectfully invites the Nine-Yi Heavenly Lord to show morality and eliminate evil, follow the will of heaven and people to cleanse the universe..."

"Go!!!"

The Taoist held out with both hands, and a paper manifesto ignited without fire, turned into a wisp of green smoke, and went straight to the sky with the magic sword talisman.

Suddenly...

"Boom!"

The sky was dark, sand and rocks were flying, and disaster clouds came in, covering the sky in an instant.

"Boom!!!"

Finally, there was a bang, and the thunder came down like a pillar, hitting a void in the Fulong Mountain.

Suddenly, the thunder was scared away, the void disappeared, and a mountain gate appeared. Inside, it was magnificent, with jade-like steps, winding paths, pavilions, towers, palaces and temples. What a blessed place, what a fairy mansion.

"What is this...!?"

At the same time, in Fulong Mountain.

In the master's cave, a Taoist priest sat alone, his eyes closed, his eyebrows twitching, and he seemed to be uneasy.

Suddenly, a thunder exploded, shaking the whole palace.

"!!!"

The Taoist suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of horror: "How is it possible?"

"Why did the power of heaven suddenly increase and suppress the gate of my blessed land?"

"Before that, although the Second Ancestor came out of retreat and calculated that my Fulong Mountain blessed land would collapse, there was at least a fifty-year deadline to gain merit and deal with the disaster!"

"Why, why?"

The Taoist was full of horror, and then realized: "Someone is secretly harming my Fulong Mountain?"

"Ah!!!"

"Boom!!!"

Suddenly there was a scream, and with the sound of thunder, the Taoist ignored his manners, flew out of the cave, and went straight to the ancestral temple.

However, halfway through, they saw thousands of thunders, which shattered the void of the blessed land and exploded into the ancient sect's mountain gate.

The calamity has arrived!