Chapter 1301 The Sky Is About to Change!

Northern Territory.

A gathering of the virtual mirrors of the Heavenly Alliance.

On the side of the long table temporarily built with the power of the Taixu world, there were several shadowy figures.

These people were obviously not entities, and even their facial features were extremely vague. In fact, it was a temporary online gathering of the high-level members of the Heavenly Alliance from all over the country.

The Heavenly Alliance, a very loose organization.

The internal members of the Heavenly Alliance include semi-saints and Taixu. It aims to unite the strong men of the Northern Territory to resist the opening of the Northern Territory's other-dimensional space and the invasion of external forces. It will hold gatherings from time to time.

This gathering was called temporarily. Before everyone gathered, the initiator spoke:

"Rao Yaoyao Saint will die, and Xu Xiaoshou will be killed."

A stone stirs up a thousand waves.

This sudden voice made the figures of some of the participants more vague, and it was clear that their spiritual thoughts had a violent fluctuation.

Some people's upper bodies were disconnected for a long time, and then they were reconnected.

He was not hit by someone, but stood up excitedly.

"Rao Yaoyao, but that Rao? Xu Xiaoshou, but that Xu?"

"Everything is as you think."

"Saint's death? Are you saying that Rao Yaoyao was canonized?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Absolutely true."

"Hiss! That's terrible. Sword Saint, the one who killed her was a young man. Is this another Eight Lords? No, he is even more powerful than Eight Lords!"

"Haitang'er, you are from Saint Slave, right? Do you know this Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Pfft, Mr. Zhao, this is too obvious. How can Haitang'er answer?"

"I know him."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"But I think now is the time to consider dividing the Puxuan Jiang family. Since Saint Slave has taken action, there is not much stability left for our Tianmeng."

"Uh, you mean... Jiang Buyi?"

"Yes, Xu Xiaoshou also participated in his death."

"Hiss!"

...

South Territory Sin Land, Xuyue Gray Palace

This is a small world shrouded in gray mist. The rules and order are different from those of the Holy Spirit Continent. Chaos is everywhere, and it is not a place where people can stay for a long time.

Here, the world is magnificent and can be called a wonder.

There are white animal horns that penetrate the earth from the north, south, west and east, and they intersect in the east of the sky. Between the four horns, there is a huge dark "moon".

This "moon" is not big. Even if you look closely, it is a hundred miles in size. Compared with the whole world, it can be said to be very small.

It is actually an energy core that has been compressed for many years and created by countless generations of Xuyue Gray Palace members. It serves as the lighting function of this lightless world.

Of course, it can also be detonated when necessary, so that the invaders will be buried with this small world.

Xuyue is the name of this dark "moon", and it is also the belief in the hearts of all Xuyue Gray Palace members.

As long as it is not destroyed, Xuyue Gray Palace will exist forever, and the Holy Spirit Temple will not dare to invade it.

Under Xuyue, there is the highest mountain in this Xuyue world, Huitian Peak.

There is a magnificent palace on Huitian Peak. The main frame is made of golden animal bones, which are mostly built with splicing techniques. The details restore the pure natural charm of animal bones.

In a word, it is too lazy to polish.

The location of this palace is even more bold. It is just inlaid in the dragon head on the top of the peak, which is like a big bloody mouth. It is held in the mouth, and there is an empty cliff below.

Primitive! Wild! Crazy!

These three words are enough to describe this famous Xuyue Gray Palace.

It is worth mentioning that this "dragon head" is not owned by Huitian Peak, nor is it a rock or a work of nature.

It is the real dragon skull that the contemporary Xuyue Gray Palace master lost control of after drinking at a night banquet, became drunk, made a bold statement, and killed into the Seven-section Forbidden Dragon Cave overnight.

Before this, Xuyue Gray Palace was located on Huitian Peak.

After this, Xuyue Gray Palace was held in the dragon head.

Of course, there is an additional ban in this wild palace: no drinking, violators will be punished!

——The Lord of Baiwei Palace personally ordered it and took the lead in implementing it. It will never violate the ban!

"Burp~"

A burp, the smell of wine filled the air.

In the hall, under the light of the True Dragon's Eye, which was emitting a faint dark red light like a night pearl, there was a plump and beautiful woman lying on the armrest of the dark purple animal bone throne, with a wine pot in one hand and a hand on her cheek. Her cheeks were as red as blood and her eyes were as bright as water.

His figure was extremely hot. He stretched lazily on the animal bone throne. His high-slit long skirt could not cover the spring scenery that was inadvertently revealed after drinking.

I don't know how many days and nights this wine has been drunk, and the whole hall is full of wine.

At this time, even the jade hairpin that represents solemnity has disappeared. The slightly curled light purple long hair is casually draped over the fragrant shoulders, and it has been wet by the wine.

"People, haven't arrived yet... burp, eh?"

On the beast bone throne, the beautiful woman crossed her round legs and placed them high on the other armrest. After saying this, she raised her head and gulped a few more mouthfuls.

The fine wine flowed from his red lips, slid over his jade neck, and flowed into the deep valley on his chest along his wet hair.

"Palace Master Baiwei, not yet." A hunchbacked old man beside him lowered his head and looked straight ahead.

Everyone thought that Palace Master Baiwei was a man. Only those who had seen his true body knew that this fierce man was actually a woman.

There were many things about him that he couldn't mess with.

For example, he found out that the children in the palace called him "she" outside, and teased him and said bad things about him.

For example, when drinking and after drinking.

For example, the temper time that was not fixed but must happen every month.

In addition, the White Wei Palace Master is very easy to talk to. If you master the rules and serve him, you will not die.

The hunchbacked old man waited for a while, and when the White Wei Palace Master should be able to react and have a normal conversation, he said respectfully and loudly:

"Only Wu Xia, Chang Heng, and three hundred elders have arrived, and the rest have not come."

"What about them, they haven't come?" The beautiful woman glanced at him, with only water in her eyes, no emotions.

"Yes."

With this voice, the hall was much quieter for a while, and even the people waiting below were worried.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the White Wei Palace Master smashed the jade pot in his hand, stood up angrily, and overturned the jade eucalyptus table.

Before the purple eucalyptus table that was flying in the air landed, the White Wei Palace Master flew out a touch of snow-white again, and kicked it away with his bare feet.

"Bang!"

The jade dust flew everywhere, and the whole hall was full of murderous intent.

The Lord of Baiwei Palace swayed for a moment before he stood firm and turned around, snorting:

"If you can't come, then you don't have to come!"

"Old turtle! Tell me the names of those who didn't come...hiccup, and their positions, and I'll kill them right away!"

"You son of a bitch! How dare you look down on me?"

The hunchbacked old man, who was called the old turtle, lowered his head even lower, not daring to raise it at all, and shouted:

"Lord of Baiwei Palace, you are so handsome, tall, and extraordinary!"

"The entire Southern Region is praising your great achievements, and they all regard you as the true savior."

"These great things, Lord of Baiwei Palace, do you know?"

"What, you don't remember... We just talked about the death of Saint Rao Yaoyao, you can continue."

The Lord of Baiwei Palace staggered twice, He fell down on the purple animal bone throne, his cheeks flushed, and he laughed:

"Hehe, is that true?"

"Old turtle, go read another book and ask the people in Banyueju to spread my achievements, just the last battle in Longku... Oh, hiccup!"

"Last time I went out, I didn't hear anyone spread the glory of my battle in Longku. Damn it, they took the money but didn't do the job, they deserve to be killed!"

The old turtle nodded: "Yes, Rao Yaoyao really deserves to be killed."

The White Stomach Palace Master's eyes were more lively, as if his soul had returned. He tightened his legs, covered his high-cut skirt, sat upright, and said solemnly:

"By the way, let's talk about business. Let's not worry about the people of the Zhan faction. Have you investigated who was responsible for Rao Yaoyao's death?" He suddenly spoke coherently.

The old turtle breathed a sigh of relief. The real White Stomach Palace Master fell asleep, and the hypocritical White Stomach Palace Master came back. This is great.

"I heard it was Xu Xiaoshou."

"The Saint Slave Shou who has been in the limelight recently?" asked the Lord of Baiwei Palace.

"Yes."

"Hmph, I don't know if the people of the Eight Lords are rebellious. I'll go meet him in person when I have time. Caramel said he would consider it, but it's still unclear whether he can be poached..." Lord of Baiwei Palace frowned, waved his hand and said, "Let's put this aside for now. How is Feng Xiaose?"

"No news."

"He is on the Void Island... Xu Xiaoshou was able to kill Rao Yaoyao, so he must have got a great opportunity! From this point of view, he should have met Feng Xiaose. There are only a few top people on the island... Wait until Feng Xiaose comes back, and then ask him about this person."

"As long as he can come back." The old turtle dared to start teasing.

"Bullshit!" Lord of Baiwei Palace narrowed his beautiful eyes and glared at the turtle bastard, but he was not angry, but looked at the person below.

"Wu Xia... Oh, don't be sad. Anyway, Rao Yaoyao is dead. This is a great relief, but you can't take revenge yourself."

"But I promise you!"

The White Stomach Palace Master patted his chest, which was about to burst out, without caring about the rippling water. His movements were as rough as a burly man. He said in a loud voice: "I will take you with me when we have actions later. You can kill Hong Yi as you like. It's fun to kill him!"

"Okay." Wu Xia was in a bad mood and kept silent.

The White-Wei Palace Master said no more, and looked around at the people below, his eyes flashing with danger:

"These people should really be dealt with. After all, I am the Palace Master in public..."

"With Feng Xiaose not here, they didn't even send a young person to represent the meeting, huh!"

The White-Wei Palace Master's beautiful eyes were filled with murderous intent. Suddenly, he straightened his chest and burped again, and his solemn demeanor was no longer there:

"Hey, old turtle, do you think that Xu Xiaoshou is so fierce, is he handsome or not?"

"By the way, you can let Banyueju spread my legend again!"

"They promote the Eight Respects... burp, so hard, promoting me, just like his mother milking, squeezing out a little bit, and not giving it away if she doesn't squeeze it, what a son of a bitch!"

"And, and... come here, why are you backing off?"

"Ah?" The old turtle was very frightened, but he had to go.

As expected, the White Stomach Palace Master was holding him, and suddenly he thrust out his chest and raised his head, as if something in his abdomen was flowing upstream.

"Ugh!"

It was all on him!

...

Western Regions.

Deep mountains, old forests, ancient temples.

A young monk, no more than 11 or 12 years old, grabbed a long wooden stick and ran into the temple.

Looking around, he found no one, so he bowed to the Buddha statue, twisted his butt and ran out again, and flew to the top of the temple with a long stick.

"Abbot! Abbot! They said that Saint Rao Yaoyao has died. Who is Rao Yaoyao? Is he a pilgrim?"

The young monk looked at the abbot Youxi on the eaves with a belly as big as if he had eaten the stone lions in front of the temple. He was always afraid that if he walked a few more steps, he would break the roof tiles and fall down to die.

Abbot Youxi was so fat, didn't he notice it at all?

Why did he always like to stay in such a high and dangerous place?

The young monk didn't dare to ask.

He had asked other uncles this question before, and he was always hit on the head and hit on the head, which hurt a lot!

Abbot Youxi, with a big belly, white beard and kind eyes, and the flesh on his cheeks, always made him look happy. He stroked the head of the young monk with his big hand and said kindly:

"I know, Xiao Bubei."

"But you can't come up. If the uncles in the Discipline Hall see you, they will punish you to carry water for three days, understand?"

"Don't worry, Bubei can now carry heavy water for ten days in a row!" The young monk flexed the small muscles on his forearms.

"Monks don't tell lies."

"Abbot Youxi! I didn't lie!"

"Oh, are you really that good? If the abbot doesn't believe me, go pick one and show it to him?"

"Hmph! I'll go!" The little monk wrinkled his nose and almost jumped down. He quickly realized that it would take ten days to get the certificate. He pouted and said angrily, "Abbot Youxi lied to Bubei again. Bubei doesn't like you anymore!"

"Hehe..." The abbot stroked his head like this, watching the sunset and the dusk.

"Abbot, what do you stand here watching every day?" The little monk was puzzled.

"Watching the sunset."

"The sunset is beautiful, but Si, Si... What's so good about the same old things?" The little monk put his hands on his waist in a dignified manner, like an elder giving a lecture.

The abbot smiled and said warmly: "I watch the sunset with my heart, and the sunset glow watches it for me. My heart is different every day, and the sunset glow is different every day. It has thousands of changes. If it chooses to turn back, the sunset glow will take it home for me."

"Abbot Youxi, who is 'he'?" The little monk scratched his head in confusion. This is what an adult would say. He didn't understand it at all, and only understood that there was a "he".

"Master Youyuan."

"Ah! He is the master of Senior Brother Bule! I know him. Isn't he suppressing a big demon outside?"

"Yes, he is suppressing a very big demon. He should have gone home long ago."

Abbot Youxi's face was full of smiles, but the smile disappeared. His eyes, which were full of vicissitudes and reflected the sunset, had a bit more sorrow at dusk. "He should have gone home long ago..."

"Can't Master Youyuan go home? He can come back anytime when he is tired!" The little monk tilted his head and clenched his fist quickly. "I can suppress the big demon for him. I have become powerful!"

Abbot Youxi touched his forehead, watched the sun set in the west, and the sky was getting dark. He just smiled and said nothing.

The young monk scratched his head again, but soon thought of the topic at the beginning, and asked worriedly:

"Big-bellied Abbot, they said that the death of Saint Rao Yaoyao would have some impact, would that affect us? The book said that we are far away from the outside."

"Yes."

"What specific impact will it have?"

Abbot Youxi did not respond, but squatted down.

The young monk looked at the tiles behind him with more concern, but they never passed away.

"Look." The big-bellied abbot squatted, hugged the young monk, pointed to the colorful sky in the distance, and said: "What will happen after sunset?"

"What will happen?" The young monk was puzzled.

"After sunset, the sky will change."

"Ah? Dark? So simple? Then I know this question, Abbot Dadu, please ask it again!"

"Okay, okay, then I ask you, after sunset, when will it be dawn?"

"Uh... That's not the question I'm talking about!"

"Then answer this more complicated question of mine."

"Uh, let me think... The answer is, tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow!"

"Hahaha, what a good tomorrow, this is a good answer, then let me ask you again, from dusk to dawn, how should we spend it?"

"Sleep?"

"That's good, what are you afraid of, why don't you go to sleep?"

"Oh, sleep... Will everything be better after a good sleep? Will Uncle Youyuan come back?"

"Yes..." The evening breeze brushed across Abbot Youxi's long white beard, and he suddenly looked much older.

He looked at the black sky in the distance, stroked his beard with a smile and said:

"Life is like a dream, waking up from a deep sleep, tomorrow will change, and it will always come."