Look In the Mirror

  Jianzhen went to Niutou Mountain opposite the Shasheng Temple, took the two holy snakes and cranes lightly, and returned to the Shasheng Forest in an instant.

   Just a moment after he left, there was a flash of brilliance on Niutou Mountain, as if a mirror was looming.

  After the brilliance disappeared, several figures suddenly appeared in the empty space on the top of the mountain.

  The wind is strong on the top of the mountain, and the grass and trees are as low as possible.

  The leader is eight feet long, with black beard and black hair, and a black cloak, all of which are dragged by the wind.

  His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth pursed slightly: "This Shasheng Temple is worthy of being a thousand-year-old sect, and there are such great monsters guarding the temple."

   "I'm afraid only those lunatics in Wanshou Villa would come here with their idea."

   There is a sense of contempt under the words.

  Behind him is also an eight-foot man. This man has a high nose and broad eyes, and he is not angry. He is amazing at a glance. It is none other than Mu Hongye, the leader of the Ghost Cult.

  As the leader of the No. 1 cult in southern Xinjiang, the Ghost Sect, Mu Hongye bowed his head at this moment, respectful to the man in front of him.

   It can be seen that the identity of the other party must be extraordinary.

   "Hahaha, but thanks to our ally, Shashengsi was finally forced to show his back." The man stood on the highest point of Niutou Mountain, looking at the mountains in the distance, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked.

  At this moment, the first ray of dawn between heaven and earth broke through the darkness.

  A ray of light falls on the ground.

   reflected the stumps and broken arms all over the mountains and plains.

  The mist in the mountains was transpiring, and it was also dyed a touch of blood.

  Mu Hongye, who lowered his head, couldn't help shrinking his pupils when he saw this scene.

  Even after hundreds of years of practice, he experienced life and death without calculation, and he almost lost his mind when he saw such a scene.

   It can be seen how cruel the battle outside the Shasheng Temple was last night.

   During this trip, Wanshou Villa suffered countless deaths and injuries. The second and third villa owners were arrested, plus the previously arrested fourth and fifth villa owners, the vitality of Wanshou Villa was seriously injured.

  In contrast, the Shasheng Temple relied on the "Thousand Machine Sword Pavilion" and the "Killing Enchantment", and did not hurt the foundation.

  However, under the desperate and crazy attack of the Yaozu, the hidden cards were completely exposed.

   "Honorable envoy, the main force of Wanshou Villa is gone, and only a winger monster clan is left dormant on the periphery. Do you want to send disciples..." Mu Hongye's voice was very low, but it fell clearly in everyone's ears.

  The man he called the envoy groaned, but didn't respond directly. He looked at the young man on the left as a test, "Chong'er, what do you think?"

  The young monk grinned at the corner of his mouth, and his gaze shone like a sharp sword. After saluting to the head man, he said, "Master, this disciple thinks we should beat the dog in the water and take advantage of the fire."

   "As long as they are taken down, the strength of Longevity Villa will be reduced by another layer. In the future, my Holy Cult will send troops to the north without any effort."

  His tone was high-spirited, and his words were full of ambition, as if he was going to take the lead and capture the Longevity Villa in the next moment.

   It's just that he didn't pay attention to the slight frown on the face of the leading master.

  Although Mu Hongye on the other side still lowered his head, he couldn't hide the disdain at the corner of his mouth.

  Before, the Ghost Sect was suppressed by the Shasheng Temple several times, and it seemed that it had lost its position as the largest sect in southern Xinjiang.

   Not only that, the evil sects in Southern Border also fell apart, and even Lieguang Pavilion and Duanmai Mountain were out of control.

   For a while, the status of Ghost Cult in southern Xinjiang became very embarrassing.

  So after Mu Hongye left the customs, he thought hard about the solution.

   Hard work paid off, and he really found a way.

  According to the old legend, the founder of Ghost Sect was the Taoist Master You Ming.

   But Taoist You Ming is from the Huangquan Sect, the number one demon sect in the world.

Back then, he was one of the disciples of the Yellow Spring Sect. By chance, he got the Ghost Flame and became known as the Taoist of Youming. land.

  So he went far to the southern border, and he really discovered the place of inheritance, and then founded a sect and created the Ghost Sect.

  In the beginning, he founded Ghost Sect as a branch of Huangquan Sect in southern Xinjiang, but he never expected that Ghost Sect would flourish in southern Xinjiang.

   However, Huangquan Sect has been repeatedly suppressed by the court, so contact was cut off.

  Until the Shasheng Temple severely damaged the Ghost Sect several times, Mu Hongye deeply felt that there was no longer a foothold.

  The leading edge was resumed.

  The honored envoy in front of him is one of the twenty-four ghost envoys of the Huangquan Sect—the Venerable Burning Realm.

  This Venerable Burning Realm is good at using fire, and he claims that wherever he goes, the air will evaporate, and the gold will flow.

  Even in Huangquan Sect, there are few rivals.

  He came to southern Xinjiang this time, one is to take back the Ghost Sect, and the other is to explore the reality of the Shasheng Temple.

  After seeing the methods of Shasheng Temple, Venerable Fenjie was worthwhile.

  The only fly in the ointment is that my disciple is really not very enlightened.

  After hearing the disciple's answer, Venerable Fenjie's eyes turned cold, and he said leisurely, "Wanshou Villa?"

Qian Zifang followed his master day and night, and had already developed the ability to observe words and expressions. Seeing the master's reaction at this moment, he couldn't help feeling tense, and hurriedly explained: "Ah, Wanshou Villa is one of the three holy places of the monster clan. When the Holy Cult is brought under its command, it will surely be like a tiger with wings added, and no one can stop it."

   "Fool!"

   A sharp shout interrupted Qian Zifang's imagination.

  Qian Zifang knew that he had said something wrong, so he quickly lowered his head in a panic and took a small step back.

   Venerable Fenjie snorted coldly: "It's a mere Wanshou Villa, my holy religion can take it lightly, why wait until now?"

   After speaking, he turned his head and looked to the other side, only to see Mu Hongye's face was deep and thoughtful, so he asked, "What's the idea of ​​Master Mu?"

   Mu Hongye glanced blankly at Venerable Fenjie, then at Qian Zifang, who was beside him dejectedly, with hesitation flashing across his face.

   "But it's okay to say, don't worry about it." Venerable Fenjie seemed to have insight into his scruples, and said again.

   "The humble official believes that the tiger should be let go, and the fisherman will benefit."

   As soon as the words fell, Venerable Burning Realm's complexion had softened.

   "Oh? How to make a profit?"

  This remark is not without consideration.

  Mu Hongye immediately said: "Hui Zunshi, an enemy's enemy is a friend."

   "The monster clan is divided into three parts, and it has not fallen for a thousand years. Although it has lived in the remote areas for a long time, the most troublesome thing for Zhengdao is to care about time and the Great Zhou."

  "If we take it lightly, we might as well cut off an arm."

   "If my Holy Cult wants to take control of southern Xinjiang and form a double-team situation, it must not make trouble. Instead, it must protect its luck. Only in this way can it attract the demon clan and cause chaos in southern Xinjiang."

   "And we can also take advantage of the emptiness and enter, and reap the benefits of the fisherman."

   "This is the kingly way."

   "What a royal way!" Venerable Fenjie's eyes flickered slightly. He had heard that this pastor had great ambitions. Listening to his words and watching his deeds this time, he was indeed a hundred times better than his own disciples, and he couldn't help but love talents.

   "Has the pastor ever practiced as a teacher?"

  When Mu Hongye heard the words, a look of joy flashed across his face: "The teacher has passed away for a hundred years, and he hasn't entered the court again since then."

   "Very good." Venerable Fenjie nodded upon hearing this, "In that case, would you like to worship me as your teacher?"

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