Mirroring the changes

Flying to Luzhou, Prince Liang’s Mansion.

"Finally let's go!"

Liang Wang Zhu Yong took a sip of fragrant tea and curled up a faint smile.

I don’t know if it’s the smell of tea or the joyful news.

"Da Guangming Temple dyes the southern border, hehehe."

"How will the Sesshoji Temple respond?"

Behind him, the Taoist priest in green clothes was still following him like a shadow.

"No matter how we deal with it, it may not be so smooth for Sesshoji to regain control of southern Xinjiang."

"Um."

"How's it going at Yanshi Palace?"

"Don't worry, Prince Liang. The people from Yanshi Palace have arrived in southern Xinjiang ahead of schedule and are just waiting to meet up with Daguangming Temple."

"That's good, that's good."

"No matter what, we must not let Southern Xinjiang's destiny take hold."

“Also, send another urgent letter.

The Sesshou Temple is an uncertain factor. Over time, it may affect our plans! Urge them to prepare quickly! "

"yes!"

After receiving the order, Taoist Priest Qing Yi turned around and left.

Prince Liang looked at the empty courtyard and didn't know what to think.

…

Southern Xinjiang, Qinghong Villa.

Bu Qingyun tapped his finger, and a wisp of strong wind shot out and flew away through the air.

And the bamboo forest ten steps away was covered with green.

"Father, your "Qian Kun Yi Throw" is really powerful. I don't know how long it will take for the child to practice it to this level."

Bu Hengqiu's injuries are almost healed.

At this time, he picked up a cup of tea and handed it to him with a flattering expression.

"snort."

Bu Qingyun's face was indifferent and he didn't even look at him, but he still took the tea.

"you?"

"As long as you don't cause trouble for me, it will be fine."

Bu Hengqiu scratched his head in embarrassment, but secretly cursed in his heart: It's all that dead girl Bu Lingbo.

It hurts me a lot!

At this moment, a disciple in green shirt burst into the door, holding a letter in his hand.

Seeing this, Bu Qingyun quickly put down the water glass and opened the letter.

One eye and ten lines.

The seriousness on his face has turned into relaxation.

"Very good!"

"Da Guangming Temple has set off from Luzhou!"

"Finally, all the hard work was not in vain."

The corners of Bu Qingyun's mouth cracked, but a little green fire flickered on his hand, and soon the letter turned into ashes.

When Bu Hengqiu heard this, his eyes lit up: "Father!"

"You really have a clever plan!"

The smile on Bu Qingyun's face was fixed, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes, which made Bu Hengqiu beside him shiver.

"Evil beast!"

"If it weren't for you!"

"I should have exchanged the Nebula Banner for the Water Spirit Jade!"

After speaking, he raised his foot and kicked Bu Hengqiu right in the body. He fell several feet before stopping.

In this way, Bu Qingyun was relieved a little.

He snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the backyard.

Behind him, Bu Hengqiu climbed up from the ground with difficulty, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Staring at Bu Qingyun's back, his eyes were burning, as if he was unwilling to accept anything.

The direction Bu Qingyun went was leading to the boudoir of his younger sister Bu Lingbo.

Bu Lingbo, dead girl.

You look good!

There was a trace of madness in Bu Hengqiu's sad eyes.

…

Southern Xinjiang, Zhulong Temple.

Master Huochan naturally already knew the news of the departure from Daguangming Temple.

But now that Sesshou Temple has Shui Ling Jade in hand, many sects throughout southern Xinjiang have changed their views on them.

In order to strengthen his momentum, he contacted several sects during this period.

As soon as I heard that Daguangming Temple was taking the lead, there were indeed many sects who were just outsiders and rejoined the team to attack Shasheng Temple.

Diancang Sect, Luofeng Valley, Danxin Sect...

It's good, really good.

"Slaying Temple! Kill everyone if you find it!"

Master Huochan put down the rosary beads on his chest, stood up slowly, and muttered: "Get ready to go!"

"Amitabha!"

Dozens of disciples behind him were uniform and majestic.

…

Southern Xinjiang, Diancang Sect.

On the journey of Dian Cang Shuang Ying Hong, he had the most contacts with the Shasheng Temple.

Whether it was the initial bamboo shoot competition, the later killing conference, or even the last competition.

The power of Shasheng Temple has long left a deep impression on Hongtu.

After the visit of the monk from Zhulong Temple, Master Cangsong actually broke the previous agreement with Shangyang City.

Instead, he joined the side of Daguangming Temple and jointly attacked Shashou Temple!

Hongtu is very ashamed of such behavior.

"Master! Why are you helping the evildoers!"

Master Cangsong frowned and turned around suddenly, his eyes filled with gloom.

"Aiding the evildoer?!"

His voice was low, but he seemed to be suppressing a lot of anger.

Hongtu couldn't help but take a half step back and shuddered.

This was the first time he had seen his master look like this.

It was only then that he realized that he had been rude just now.

He quickly lowered his head and nodded, clasping his hands into fists, never daring to look directly into Cangsong's eyes again.

Master Cangsong pondered slightly, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and turned his head again, facing away from Hongtu.

"Sasheng Temple... uses blood to practice martial arts. How can such an evil sect use water spirit jade to regain dominance over the thousands of sects in our southern border?"

"The Temple of Killing Life...everyone will be killed if they find it!"

There was endless killing intent suppressed in his tone.

It made Hongtu behind him shudder.

"But……"

Two words that could not be checked were blurted out, but when I remembered the cold eyes of Master Cangsong just now.

The voice suddenly seemed to be forcibly blocked in the throat.

No more syllables were uttered.

Hongtu opened his mouth and finally closed it again.

He raised his head and looked at the slightly old back.

Perhaps he had been wrong all along...

For no reason, the figure of 'Mr. Hongdou' suddenly flashed through his mind.

Perhaps, Mr. Hongdou was right.

Sects are just places to live.

The South Country is the place where the soul belongs.

…

Southern Xinjiang, Ghost Cult.

On the altar, the face made of flames seemed to be raging like crazy.

The surrounding sects were afraid that the green ghost fire would burn them, and they retreated one after another.

"Duanmai Mountain! Lieguang Pavilion!"

"How dare you! How dare you despise my Ghost Cult so much!"

The Ghost Left Protector roared.

The Ghost Crow seemed to be frightened and flapped its wings to fly away.

He Cangwu listened with his ears tilted, and could not help but frown. The number of times that the left protector got angry became more and more frequent during this period.

If this continues, he might be affected too.

Since the competition, the Killing Temple has become the final winner.

Holding the Water Spirit Jade, the future direction of the "human luck" of Southern Xinjiang is determined.

What's more, the Killing Buddha has saved many geniuses in Southern Xinjiang.

So many sects are flocking to it.

This also includes Lieguang Pavilion and Duanmai Mountain, which used to follow the lead of the Ghost Sect.

And in this way, the Ghost Sect has become a lonely family.

Not to mention unifying all the sects in the entire Southern Xinjiang.

Now even the evil way that used to say one thing and one thing has begun to fall apart.

Haha, for the entire Southern Xinjiang, the Ghost Sect can't control it.

In the tomb, green light flickered.

Only then did I realize that a layer of black cloth was tied to the position of He Cangwu's eyes.

However, in the dark tomb, no one noticed that the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

As expected, the South is the eternal home.

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