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Sun Cong and others immediately stood up, gearing up, ready to face new challenges.

But the matter is not over yet. Immediately after Guanzhu Ji, Zen Master Mingtong, and Chongming Shaman, the faces of the other people in the VIP table also changed. Except for a few people who have the same treasures as the Chongming Shaman, they did not faint. Other than the past, others also fell down one after another.

And this was just the beginning, and soon, the same situation spread to other places in the hall.

The scene became chaotic in an instant.

Sun Cong and others: "..."

Is it such a big game?

But they reacted quickly.

"wrong."

But before they rushed forward to find out, at this moment, there was a burst of wild laughter in the air: "Hahahaha, unexpected, you also have today!!"

Before the words were finished, at the same time as the door was knocked open, more than a dozen Taoist priests flew in, and then smashed hard on the ground.

It is the staff of the meeting.

Immediately afterwards, a group of men in black wearing a blood-colored nameplate swarmed in, and even most of the men in black were not holding magic weapons, but various guns.

Almost blurting out, Qu Jingzong shouted: "He is a member of a cult organization."

The leading middle-aged man immediately sneered and said, "That's right."

Everyone came to their senses one after another, and they sacrificed magic weapons in unison to guard against these men in black.

Chongming Shaman's pupils tightened, and he couldn't believe it: "Could it be that you did what happened just now?"

Only the middle-aged man landed on the rostrum with seven or eight subordinates: "Who else could it be except us?"

President Wu said subconsciously: "Wait, haven't you guys already come here to make trouble?"

As for No.1.

"make trouble?"

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, and his voice resounded throughout the square: "That's right, in your eyes, we are just a bunch of clowns who can't get on the stage at all. Just a sense of presence."

"I don't know that those are just cover-ups arranged by us, and they are designed to show weakness to you, so as to lower your defenses, so that we can strengthen our strength behind our backs."

Probably because he felt that the matter was under control, the middle-aged man was very proud, and naturally he was not hesitant to stab the righteous monks present in the chest a few more times.

"On the surface, every operation of ours will fail due to various accidents, and finally become a farce. But in fact, when you are busy with meetings and hunting down those exposed personnel , We have already arranged for people to sneak into the rooms of the high-level officials of the major sects, and secretly got their hair and blood."

"As for you, you claim to be famous and upright, and you love to persuade others with reason, so even if those exposed personnel finally fall into your hands, you will not kill them. At worst, we will send them away after the plan is successful. Just rescue it."

Hearing these words, the faces of all the people present were suddenly green and white.

It's no wonder that after those people were exposed, except for a few who escaped their pursuit, most of them chose to surrender after finding out that they couldn't beat them, instead of fighting desperately.

But they have used this incident to mock the cult organization all these years.

I only heard the middle-aged man continue to say: "The reason why we have to go around in such a big circle is because we know that we are not your opponent, and you have always been vigilant, even if you are at home, you will definitely collect the fallen hair Destroy it, so as not to wander out and be counted by others, let alone go out."

"So we can only wait until you are negligent... For this, we have been planning for 15 years, and you have seen it as a joke for 15 years."

"However, 15 years of waiting finally ushered in the harvest today."

"How about it, hunting geese all day long, and finally being pecked by geese doesn't feel good!"

Hearing these words, the pupils of all the people present tightened their eyes, and then they realized that the people who had the accident just happened to be the top masters of the major sects.

Obviously, after obtaining their hair and blood, the members of the cult organized a formation to suppress them all.

And without these top experts, they are obviously not the opponents of the cult organization that came prepared.

Thinking of this, everyone's hearts sank.

There was dead silence in the hall.

Just at this moment, a dull puffing sound suddenly sounded in the hall.

Everyone subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.

It was Sun Cong who made the sound.

His face was "glowing red" and he was standing more than one meter away from the middle-aged man.

The face of the middle-aged man pulled down in an instant, and he stared at Sun Cong: "Why, what's your opinion?"

It was as if Sun Cong was about to be smashed to pieces in the next second to vent his hatred.

Sun Cong: "..."

Sun Cong tried his best to hold his breath, and replied truthfully: "I don't have any opinions, but you have bad breath, which irritates me."

Everyone present: "..."

No, is now the time to care about this?

Seeing that the middle-aged man's face was almost as dark as the black clothes he was wearing, Sun Cong realized that his actions and words just now seemed to disrespect the middle-aged man, so he thought for a while, Said: "How about I give you a box of beriberi ointment produced by our Qingchuan Temple, that thing is very effective in curing bad breath."

Beriberi cream for bad breath?

Is this scolding that his mouth stinks like his feet?

The middle-aged man's face was completely gloomy: "Boy, you really don't know how to live or die!"

However, before he could make a move, a gust of wind roared in, followed by Sun Cong and the others, flew upside down, and then landed firmly in the square formation of the right way in the audience.

Impressively, it was Wude Zhenren who was sitting on the judging panel.

His face was pale: "Ahem, you have painstakingly planned for more than ten years, ahem, you think the picture is not small?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately turned his head to look at Wude Zhenren, his face turned from cloudy to clear in an instant: "Isn't this obvious!"

He laughed and said: "It's better to let you die to understand. We did this to wake up the ancestors of our Ancestral God Sect."

"The ancestor of the Ancestral God Sect?"

Everyone couldn't help but tremble.

The Ancestral God Sect is the largest religion in the cult organization.

According to legend, the name of the ancestor of the Ancestral God Sect is Ban Ya, who claims to be the sixth and twelfth generation descendant of Xiangliu.

Xiangliu is a fierce god in the myths and legends of ancient times. He has a snake body with nine heads and cannibals countless people.

Ban Ya was active in the Weizhou area during the Northern Song Dynasty. Although he was a human, he inherited Xiangliu's supernatural power and the habit of cannibalism. He even went crazy if he didn't eat a meal of human flesh every day.

So inhumane, the news spread to Bianliang, and the government and the public were shaken. Song Huizong immediately ordered the patriarch Wei Hanzhang to lead the orthodox monks to Weizhou to encircle and suppress Ban Ya, because Ban Ya had supernatural power, and the disciples of the Ancestral God Sect he founded had already spread all over Weizhou. With the help of officers and soldiers, they are still not their opponents.

Seeing the heavy casualties on his own side, the ancestor Wei Hanzhang couldn't bear it, and finally blew himself up and died with Ban Ya.

Regarding this matter, there are records in the classics of many sects.

But now the middle-aged man told them that the cult organization has been plotting for more than ten years just to revive Ban Ya.

Didn't Ban Ya die that year?

"Yes."

As if he had guessed what everyone was thinking, the middle-aged man proudly said: "Actually, the ancestor was seriously injured and fell into a coma. As long as there are enough sacrifices, he can be awakened."

It's just that in the past few hundred years, under the suppression of the court and the righteous way, they have been too busy to take care of themselves, and they have no power to take care of their ancestors.

"But now, our chance has finally come."

"Thanks to the Xuanmen Conference, so many orthodox monks and family members of wealthy families are gathered here. As long as you are all wiped out, and then sacrifice your blood and luck to the ancestors, the ancestors will be able to recover from illness."

The middle-aged man became more and more excited as he talked: "No, it's more than a recovery, even if it's a daytime ascension, it must be no problem."

Hearing this, an old man with a white beard standing behind him immediately said: "Speaking of which, the name of this place happens to be Huixian Temple."

"yes!"

This time, the middle-aged man became even more excited: "Huixianguan, hahahaha, such a coincidence, doesn't this mean that the ancestor will be able to ascend successfully?"

All of a sudden, all the cult members burst out laughing.

The expressions of the representatives of the wealthy and aristocratic families changed instantly.

Even if someone said: "If you do this, aren't you afraid of our family's revenge?"

The middle-aged man immediately laughed wildly and said, "Revenge? Let's not talk about whether your family will still exist after we drain your luck. What's more, when our ancestors ascend to immortality, we don't have to be afraid of you mortals." revenge?"

Only Wude Zhenren and others, who knew the truth of the matter, watched the arrogant middle-aged man become immortal one by one, with speechless expressions on his face.

Layman Daoning immediately said, "Isn't it too early for you to say this now?"

The members of the cult organization immediately stopped cheering and all looked at Layman Daoning.

The middle-aged man sneered and said, "Why, do you think you can stop us with these old bastards?"

Although the sudden appearance of Wude Zhenren, the older generation of orthodox masters, at the Xuanmen Conference caught him off guard, fortunately, he was well prepared.

Then I saw the middle-aged man raised his hand, and in the next second, the muzzles of thousands of men in black pointed at everyone present.

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "In terms of cultivation, we may not be your opponents, but seniors, the times are different now, no matter how strong you are, can you surpass submachine guns?"

Before he finished speaking, he waved his hand expressionlessly.

Hearing this, Master Wude's pupils shrank, and then he subconsciously looked towards the audience, but Zhao Ye was nowhere to be seen.

At the same time, the hysterical voices of President Wu and others came from my ears: "Quickly, set up the formation, set up the formation."

"We hold them back, and the others protect Mr. Shen and they go first..."

But before the words fell, a series of dense gunshots rang out, and amidst the flames, screams suddenly resounded through the entire mountaintop.

"what!"

"I've been shot, save me!"

……

The scene instantly became chaotic.

Fortunately, the righteous monks present quickly reacted, and it didn't take long for protective shields to be erected one by one.

Seeing the bullets being blocked outside the protective cover, everyone breathed a sigh of relief for a moment.

But I didn't want the middle-aged man to just sneer: "Don't be happy, this is just the beginning?"

Then I saw people holding rocket launchers coming out from behind the group of men in black with guns.

I saw them aiming at the protective covers, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Seeing this scene, Sun Cong was dumbfounded.

Fuck, this is too shameless!

The next second—

call out!

Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of piercing through the air, rockets roared towards them.

boom!

The moment the rocket hit each of the protective shields, it exploded violently.

boom!

Most of the protective shields were directly blasted away by the rockets, and the people inside the protective shields were instantly exposed to the air waves generated after the explosion.

"not good."

The faces of the several priests of the Shen family changed drastically, and Qi Qi rushed towards Mr. Shen and Shen Huaichuan, and stood in front of them.

And the same scene is also staged in every corner of the square.

The gunpowder smoke dissipated, and only a few bodyguards were seen pressing on Mr. Shen and Shen Huaichuan, dripping blood all over their bodies, and they were already unconscious.

Shen Huaichuan took a short breath: "Zhou Gongfeng, Dong Gongfeng..."

And old man Shen at the side also looked pale. He had never felt so close to death like this moment.

The next moment, the group of men in black raised their submachine guns and bazookas again...

At the same time, a middle-aged man's rampant voice sounded in the air: "It's useless, in front of guns, you are even worse than a group of ants."

Hearing this, everyone's heart felt cold.

Wude Zhenren's heart swayed: "Defense is useless, rush up and fight them close."

If this is the case, it means that they have to put aside the safety of the representatives of these wealthy families...

But this is better than everyone being slowly consumed by the people of the cult.

And no matter what, they cannot be allowed to wake up Ban Ya, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

In short, this villain, he did it.

The big deal is that he apologized with death afterwards.

After finishing speaking, Wude Zhenren took the lead in attacking the middle-aged man.

Someone set an example, and other people who were still hesitating immediately became ruthless and sacrificed their magic weapon.

All of a sudden, countless people rushed towards those men in black, and above their heads, there were even countless talisman lights flashing.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man calmly said, "Don't struggle, no matter how fast you are, can you be as fast as a bullet?"

As for the talismans they sacrificed, he didn't even care about them, because the clothes worn by the men in black were made of special materials, and ordinary talismans could not reach them at all.

So in the next second, there was a rumbling, and dozens of bucket-thick thunderbolts appeared out of nowhere in the sky, blasting straight towards the square below.

And in a suburban hotel.

Zhao Ye was busy signing for the takeaway.

"...beer, fried chicken, duck neck...etc—"

Zhao Ye shook the duck neck in his hand: "Why is the weight of these duck necks not right?"

——These things are all prepared for the celebration banquet for Sun Cong later.

As he spoke, Zhao Ye narrowed his eyes and looked up at the delivery man.

The delivery man's throat tightened when he heard this, probably because he didn't expect Zhao Ye to be able to weigh the weight with his hands.

Then he quickly said: "The weight is wrong? Impossible, could it be that you feel wrong?"

At this moment, as if sensing something, Zhao Ye suddenly turned his head to look towards the end of the corridor, and his expression changed.

In the next second, his figure disappeared directly into the corridor.

Delivery guy: "..."

His eyes widened, and he fell limp on the ground: "Ghost, ghost!"

Then he came to his senses and kowtowed towards the place where Zhao Ye disappeared, weeping bitterly as he kowtowed, "I was wrong, I never dare to steal takeaway from customers again, don't scare me..."

When the gunpowder smoke dissipated, the expression on the middle-aged man's face froze.

Because the dozens of thunderbolts all hit the man in black without exception.

For a while at this moment, as far as the eye can see, there are scorched corpses everywhere. In just a few seconds, thousands of men in black killed or injured at least 300 people.

He lost his voice and shouted: "Five Thunder Talisman?"

And there are as many as fifty or sixty.

Also shocked by this scene were a group of orthodox monks.

It took a while for them to react, and then they all looked at the cultivator who had just cast the Five Thunder Talisman: "Is your school so rich?"

Actually everyone has a Five Thunder Talisman.

Then they discovered that the clothes passed on by these monks were different: "Wait, you don't seem to be from the same sect?"

And those monks who released the Five Thunder Talisman just now were also stunned, so in the next second, dozens of voices rang out at the same time: "Where did the Five Thunder Talisman in your hands come from?"

Everyone: "..."

As if answering a secret signal, everyone said in unison: "Prodigal son?"

Everyone: "..."

Silence, silence is the Five Thunder Talisman tonight!

What about the promised prodigal son of a famous family?

It was agreed that there would be only a dozen Five Thunder Talismans at most?

How about sneakily buying up all the Five Thunder Talismans in their hands, and then reselling them to make a fortune?

Are the Five Thunder Talismans in their house copied by a copier, or why are they everywhere?

Thinking of this, the hearts of all the monks are... joyful!

Fortunately, those people had enough Five Thunder Talismans, and they took the opportunity to stock up a lot of Five Thunder Talismans.

Fortunately, they didn't disclose the matter of the Five Thunder Talisman in order to make money. Otherwise, how could they catch these men in black by surprise now.

Thinking of the comrades who died tragically at the hands of these black-clothed men just now, all the monks turned red in an instant, and sacrificed the Five Thunder Talisman again...

The situation reversed in an instant.

The middle-aged man finally panicked.

But in the next second, Jili Living Buddha suddenly appeared behind him, and then slapped out with his palm.

In the small palm, there is an overwhelming power.

"puff!"

The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood, then flew upside down and hit the ground hard.

But he didn't even care about his own injuries, he once again attacked him to salute the Living Buddha, he turned his head and looked behind him, seeing another one or two hundred men in black were killed by the Five Thunder Talisman, he instantly blushed eye sockets, and the other monks took advantage of this opportunity to approach those men in black.

He never thought that things would turn out like this.

But he still remained calm, and then he pointed at the representatives of the wealthy family and ordered: "Don't confront them head-on, and rush into the crowd."

Hearing this, a group of men in black rushed towards the crowd without hesitation.

"Quick, stop them..."

Real Wude roared anxiously.

Because once the group of men in black rushed into the crowd, they could no longer use the Five Thunder Talisman to deal with them, otherwise they would inevitably hurt those ordinary people.

But the group of men in black can take them as hostages, and even kill them again.

It's a pity that it was too late, the man in black who was the first to react had rushed into the crowd.

Everyone knows that things are going badly.

Daoist Lingzhen trembling, finally found the phone, and dialed Zhao Ye's number.

And the ones who bear the brunt of the blow are none other than Mr. Shen and Shen Huaichuan.

The man in black who rushed forward raised the submachine gun in his hand and pointed it at them without hesitation.

The air was quiet for a moment.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Feijiu suddenly widened his eyes, and then flew desperately towards the direction where Shen Huaichuan was.

And looking at the pitch-black muzzle in front of him, at this moment, there was only one thought left in Mr. Shen's mind.

Could it be that Shen Shihai is going to die here today all his life?

Still in such a useless way.

In the next second, something was stuffed into his hand.

It was Shen Huaichuan.

He gave the half of the magic weapon to Old Man Shen, because Shen Huaichuan knew that as long as Old Man Shen was sent to Zhao Ye, he would be safe.

With a pale face, he even had time to say what he wanted to tell him the most in his heart: "I love you, grandpa, and, I have someone I like..."

After speaking, he directly pressed the mechanism on the magic weapon.

But one second passed, two seconds passed... Mr. Shen still hasn't disappeared.

How can it be?

On the other side, the man in black had already pulled the trigger.

Shen Huaichuan's face turned pale, and he closed his eyes in despair.

But in the next second, the expected gunshot did not sound, and he himself fell into a warm embrace.

A familiar voice sounded next to his ear: "Are you all right?"

Shen Huaichuan suddenly opened his eyes.

But it was Zhao Ye who arrived.

As for the man in black, he flew upside down and slammed into another man in black who was rushing towards him.

Zhao Ye's eyes fell on the seriously injured and dying priests of the Shen family under their feet, and he naturally guessed why they were so seriously injured. Then he looked at the crowd around him. In order to prevent them from being trampled again, he first stretched out his hand Grab it in the void, and then disappeared on the square with Shen Huaichuan and others.

Founding Zhao Ye's arrival, Daoist Lingzhen's eyes lit up: "..."

No, Uncle Patriarch, do you still remember your disciples and grandchildren by the Daming Lake?

On the other side, Xiao Feijiu flew over: "..."

Garbage Zhao Ye, grab my chance to be a hero to save the beauty!

Wude Zhenren and others: "..."

This is no longer a matter of shattered idol images!

Because on the other side, most of the men in black had already rushed into the crowd.

But at the next moment, there was a sudden twist in the air.

Immediately afterwards, two Eight Immortals tables suddenly appeared on the rostrum, with a person sitting on each side, and each was fatter than the other.

Among them is the patriarch of Qingchuan Temple.

He was urging other people: "Come, come, eat, eat, eat, let me tell you, today is the 380th year and one month anniversary of my acquaintance with Lao Xing. In order to celebrate this good day, I treat you today, incense Enough."

The person called Lao Xing immediately said: "Brother Zhou, you have a big heart. Back then, I snatched my sister-in-law from you, so I often said bad things about you in front of her. In the end, you not only didn't hate me, but also Willing to be my friend."

Others also said: "Yeah, I had an argument with you brother Zhou because of a small matter, but you didn't take it to heart and even gave us incense. I'm ashamed, ashamed!"

……

Someone else said: "Brother Zhou is the one in our group now. Your life is the most nourishing. The family is full of incense, and you can't finish it. It's really enviable. Unlike us, sometimes it takes ten days and a half months. You can't get a stick of incense."

"Yeah yeah!"

For a moment, everyone present was stunned.

Then I heard someone questioning: "That seems to be Mr. Xing, the land owner of Rui County?"

"I remember he was very thin before?"

"And the one next to him seems to be some kind of errand. I was lucky enough to meet him once, but why is he so... plump now?"

And Daoist Lingzhen's eyes also fell on those two tables.

No matter how you look at it, the sauce duck looks like the one he hangs in the backyard.

There is also the bowl of steamed pork, which seems to be enshrined to the patriarch by the aunt of the Liu family half a month ago.

However, what is the reason to treat the 380th year and one month anniversary of the acquaintance, are you sure it is not a treat for the sake of a treat?

Thinking of this, Daoist Lingzhen suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

No wonder the grandfather often goes out recently.

It's no wonder that there are no offerings left by the believers to the patriarch recently. They thought the patriarch had broken the jar.

No wonder a few days ago when he learned that the incense of Qingchuan temple was getting more and more prosperous, the patriarch was unexpectedly not sentimental, but happy.

It turned out that it was because he distributed all the incense and offerings!

As for why the patriarch was suddenly so generous?

Daoist Lingzhen's eyes fell on the four chins of the group of gods.

You have been fooled, it's not that my patriarch doesn't hold grudges, he is small-minded!

Thinking of this, the corners of Lingzhen's eyes twitched.

He found out that since the patriarch came to Qingchuan Temple, the painting style of their patriarch has become a wild horse.

At this moment, the ancestor and the others finally realized that something was wrong with the surrounding situation.

The patriarch turned his head suddenly, and when he met the gazes of Shang Lingzhen and the others, he straightened up instantly.

Among a large group of fat people, doesn't he look extraordinarily thin now! !

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