Mirroring the changes

Jianzhen went to Niutou Mountain opposite the Killing Temple, and easily captured the two saints of Snake and Crane, and returned to the Killing Forest in an instant.

Just as he left, a flash of light appeared on Niutou Mountain, as if a mirror light was looming.

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

The wind was strong on the top of the mountain, and the grass and trees were all low.

The leader was eight feet tall, with black beard, black hair, and black cloak, all dragging with the wind.

He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips: "This Killing Temple is worthy of being a thousand-year-old sect. There are such great monsters guarding the temple."

"I'm afraid only the group of lunatics in Wanshou Villa would set their sights on coming here."

There was a hint of contempt in his words.

Behind him was also an eight-foot-tall man with a high nose and broad eyes. He was intimidating without anger. Just a glance at him made him feel that he was awe-inspiring. He was none other than the leader of the Ghost Cult, Mu Hongye.

As the leader of the Ghost Cult, the first evil cult in southern Xinjiang, Mu Hongye bowed his head and was very respectful to the man in front of him.

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

"Hahaha, but thanks to our ally, we finally forced the Killing Temple to show its backhand." The man stood at the highest point of Niutou Mountain, looking at the undulating mountains in the distance, and his mouth curled slightly.

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

A ray of light fell on the earth.

Reflected the broken limbs and arms all over the mountains.

The mist in the mountains was steaming, and it was also stained with a faint blood color.

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

Even though he had practiced for hundreds of years and experienced countless life and death, he almost lost his mind when he saw such a scene.

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

In this trip, Wanshou Villa suffered numerous casualties, the second and third owners were captured, and the fourth and fifth owners were captured before, which seriously damaged Wanshou Villa.

In contrast, the Killing Temple relied on the 'Thousand Machine Sword Pavilion' and the 'Killing Barrier', and its foundation was not damaged.

However, under the crazy attack of the demon tribe, the hidden cards were completely exposed.

"Your Excellency, the main force of Wanshou Villa has gone, and only a vanguard demon tribe is left lurking on the periphery. Should I send a disciple..." Mu Hongye's voice was very low, but it fell clearly into everyone's ears.

The man he called the envoy groaned, but did not respond directly. As if testing him, he looked at the young man on his left: "Chong'er, what do you think?"

The young monk grinned, his eyes shone like a sharp sword, and he bowed to the leading man and said: "Master, I think we should beat the drowning dog and take advantage of the fire."

"As long as they are captured, the strength of Wanshou Villa will be reduced by another level. In the future, my Holy Church will raise troops to the north without any effort."

He spoke in a high-spirited tone, full of ambition, as if he would lead the way and capture Wanshou Villa in the next moment.

But he did not notice that the master in the lead had a slightly frown on his face.

On the other side, although Mu Hongye still lowered his head, he could not hide the disdain at the corner of his mouth.

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

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

For a time, the status of the Ghost Cult in Southern Xinjiang became very embarrassing.

So after Mu Hongye came out of retreat, he pondered over a solution.

Hard work pays off, and he really found a solution.

According to legend, the founder of the Ghost Cult was Taoist Master Youming.

And Taoist Master Youming came from the Yellow Spring Cult, the world's number one evil sect.

Back then, he was one of the followers of the Yellow Spring Cult. By chance, he got the Ghost Flame and created the title of Taoist Master Youming. Later, he cultivated to the inner realm, communicated with the Ghost Flame, and got the inheritance place of the ancient old ghost of the Yellow Spring.

So he went to Southern Xinjiang, and he really found the inheritance place, and then founded a sect and founded the Ghost Cult.

At first, he founded the Ghost Cult as a southern Xinjiang branch of the Yellow Spring Cult, but he didn't expect that the Ghost Cult would prosper in Southern Xinjiang.

However, the Huangquan Sect was repeatedly suppressed by the court, so the connection was cut off in the middle.

It was not until the Killing Temple repeatedly hit the Ghost Sect that Mu Hongye felt that he had no place to stand.

Then he resumed the previous relationship.

The envoy in front of him was the Ghost Envoy of the Huangquan Sect, one of the twenty-four ghost envoys of the Huangquan Sect - the Burning World Venerable.

This Burning World Venerable is good at using fire magic, and it is said that wherever he goes, the air is steaming and the gold and stone are scorched.

Even in the Huangquan Sect, there are few who can match him.

This time he came to the southern border, one is to take over the Ghost Sect, and the other is to explore the true and false of the Killing Temple.

After seeing the means of the Killing Temple, the Burning World Venerable was not in vain.

The only flaw is that his disciple is really not very open-minded.

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

Qian Zifang followed his master day and night, and had long been trained to observe his master's words and expressions. Seeing his master's reaction at this moment, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly explained: "Ah, Wanshou Villa is one of the three holy places of the demon race. If it is taken under the command of our Holy Church, it will surely be like a tiger with wings, and no one can stop it."

"Idiot!"

A sharp shout interrupted Qian Zifang's fantasy.

Qian Zifang knew that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly lowered his head in panic and took a small step back.

The Burning World Venerable snorted coldly: "Wanshou Villa is just a mere mansion, and our Holy Church could have easily taken it long ago, so why wait until now?"

After speaking, he turned to look to the other side and saw Mu Hongye's face was deep and thoughtful, so he asked, "What do you think, Master Mu?"

Mu Hongye glanced at Venerable Fen Jie for a moment, and then at Qian Zifang who was beside him with his head down, with hesitation flashing across his face.

"But it doesn't matter, don't worry about it." Venerable Fenjie seemed to understand his scruples and spoke again.

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

As soon as he finished speaking, Venerable Fen Jie's expression turned calm.

"Oh? How can the fishermen benefit from it?"

This statement is not without consideration.

Mu Hongye said immediately: "Your Majesty, the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

"The demon clan is divided into three parts and has not fallen for thousands of years. Although it has lived in the eight deserts for a long time, it is always the biggest headache for the righteous way to compete with the Great Zhou."

"If we take it lightly, it would be better to cut off one of our own arms."

"If our holy sect wants to take control of Southern Xinjiang and form a double-team, we must not add insult to injury. Instead, we must protect its luck. Only in this way can we attract the demon clan and cause chaos in Southern Xinjiang."

"And we can also take advantage of the situation and reap the benefits."

"This is the royal way."

"What a king!" Venerable Fenjie's eyes flashed slightly. He had long heard that this pastoral leader had great ambitions. Now that he listened to his words and observed his actions, he was indeed a hundred times better than his disciples. At that moment, he couldn't help but feel a love for talents.

"Have you ever been a disciple of the pastor so far in your practice?"

Hearing this, Mu Hongye's face flashed with joy: "My mentor has passed away for a hundred years, and he has never returned to the sect since then."

"Very good." Venerable Fen Jie nodded upon hearing this: "In that case, are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"

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