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The sky gradually lit up, as if the black silk was peeled off, the light penetrated from the other side.

The early morning fog was pervasive, but the early morning that should have been calm was a little bit calm.

"Where!"

"Boss, just ahead! The voice came from the cemetery!"

"cemetery?"

A group of people wearing all kinds of clothes rushed towards the old locust tree, and the headed one looked at him with a daze in his heart.

Where is it?

That place is too sensitive.

After a moment of contemplation, the leader waved his hand solemnly: "Let's take a look first."

Soon, beside the old locust tree, a group of residents gathered around and immediately yelled as they watched the group of people appearing in the distance.

"Look, the people from the Sacred Demon Slayer are here."

"Keep aside, keep aside, give way to them."

The residents spontaneously gave way to a trail, and the headed person went directly into the surrounding residents.

Inside, there was a huge pit on the originally level ground. The pit was tens of meters deep. For some reason, such a big explosion caused only the earth wall next to the pit to collapse. But the place a little closer was still intact.

It looked like it was an intentional attack on one point.

The leader carefully lowered his head to twist a pinch of loess and sniffed gently.

"There is no fluctuation of Hongmeng vitality, it is a secret method."

The leader quickly gave a judgment.

"Secret method?"

"Ah, I remember, there were some voices here just before dawn, as if they were talking about plans, revenge or something."

Among the crowd, a middle-aged woman scratched her tousled hair and said her memory like a recollection.

After speaking, the middle-aged woman nodded heavily.

"That's right."

She lives nearby, so she is very confident about her memory.

Listening to the information provided by the people around, the headed person's expression became more and more tense, suddenly, as if remembering something.

Look down at the distance of the pothole.

"Which boundary is this pothole?" the leader and his teammates whispered.

This place is the dividing line between the two forces, and here is the place of the Sacred Demon Slayer.

On the other side, there is a small and pitiful area occupied by Baqifang.

"Captain, this is our territory." The teammate next to him took a look, and realized what was happening, watching the captain carefully replied.

"Hmph, I just said that the guys in Baqifang were dishonest recently, and they always went to our place to provoke trouble. It seems that they have already planned."

"Go, go back and report it."

With a wave of his hand, the patrol team of the Tumo Shengjiao quickly left the vicinity of the pit.

Before everyone could react, the inspection team from Baqifang also came here, looking at the pothole in the middle, they seemed to be arguing with each other.

Soon, the people of Baqifang left quickly, and there seemed to be some anger in their words.

......

In the early morning, in the misty fog, Shen Jing was staggering towards the door of the city lord's mansion.

It was dawn now, and he was going to assemble in a while. What Shen Jing thought was that since he had to go to the gate anyway, it would be better to go straight first, so that he could save time on the road and heal more injuries by the way. …

On both sides of the road, some people gradually began to open the door, looking at the messy Shen Jing with blood on the corner of his mouth.

When he reacted, Shen Jing had disappeared from his vision.

Soon, Shen Jing rushed to the gate of the city.

There were still many people guarding the tall grass middles on both sides. Shen Jing hesitated for a moment and didn't directly pass in front of everyone.

Instead, he chose to walk from the back.

The trail twists and turns and leads straight to a pavilion.

Behind the pavilion is tall grass, and to the right of the pavilion is the place where it had sunk down.

Seeing the familiar place, Shen Jing hurriedly accelerated.

......

Shen Jing sat cross-legged not far from where Shen Jing was guarding, recovering from the injuries in his body. Suddenly, there were loud noises not far away.

Shen Jing opened his eyes strangely.

Originally thought it was Wan Anping and the others rushing there, but it was true that groups of rebels did not care about the danger of being discovered and walked straight out of the tall grass.

Shen Jing looked around.

No one came to take over.

"What's this? Is this all gone?"

Shen Jing shook his head, ignoring so much, and continued to recover from his injuries on the spot, surrounded by green mist, and from a distance, it looked like a fairyland.

At the same time, Sacred Demon Sacred Church set off a huge wave, a few middle-aged people gathered in a simple house.

Although there were no fluctuations in these people, Shen Jing's presence could tell that all of these people were in the late stage of marrow washing, even close to the existence of Dzogchen!

This is the core of the Sacred Demon Sect.

The person at the head of the table has some vicissitudes, it seems that some of the rest is not good these days, looking around for a week, this person nodded and said solemnly.

"Are you all here?"

Everyone looked at each other, and a younger man stood up and bowed: "Teach the teacher, except for the two guardians Wang and Liu who are attacking Chongxu, everyone else is here."

The leader of the table waved his hand and motioned for the man to sit down.

With a wave of his sleeves, the leader's words were a little cold.

"You guys, when we got the information from Baqifang and formulated a joint combat strategy, many days have passed. What do you think?"

The leader did not speak bluntly, but threw everything below.

This is a major feature of Tumo Shengjiao.

The Sacred Sect of the Slayer of Demons originated from the people and formed in Fangshi. It can be said to be a native rebel organization that represents the interests of the broad masses of basic people.

It is precisely because of this that, although the leader of the church is in unified power, in fact, everyone present has a certain right to speak ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ how much power does it have.

It mainly depends on whether his words are correct.

A bearded man on the left of the leader saw that no one was speaking, so he arched his hand and spoke first: "The leader, in the current situation, we are likely to be caught by the dog in Baqifang. I want to say what I said at the beginning. So good, the result is now that we are attacking in front, and they are shrinking behind."

"Not only that!" This person's words also reminded everyone a lot, and they were all a little angry, and slapped the table at the person they had used.

"This morning, a hand came down to report, and there was a huge pit on the border between our two sides. I think this is probably a famous place they made!"

Hearing this, the leader nodded.

He thought so too, that's why he called everyone here.

"No, no." Someone shook their heads and denied this. "What can a pothole mean, and what are the benefits of doing so. This is obviously revealing their behavior."

"What's the advantage? Do you think they are smart? If they are smart, then there won't be so many people from Baqifang rushing to our house to provoke! Lord Wang Ruo"

"All right."

The leader patted the table.

"Don't make a noise, just talk about your thoughts."

The leader's voice fell.

"Cancel the agreement!"

"Stop the siege!"

"No! You are in violation of the agreement!"

Soon, there was a clamor again below.

"That's good." The teacher coughed a few times and patted the table directly, "show of hands to vote."