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There is no impenetrable wall in the world, even in Sichuan.

When Xia Xueyi killed the eighth Wen family with a hearty smile, the sky in the Central Plains became clearer and brighter.He still doesn't know that there is a terrifying haze lurking under the blue sky and white clouds. At this moment, he just wants to enjoy his revenge.

Wiping off the blood on the corner of his mouth, Xia Xueyi's eyes glowed even redder, and he looked at the sixth son of the Wen family who was lying in the corner. A man in his thirties should be in his prime, but his black hair at the temples was stained with hoarfrost, as if he had spent most of his energy overnight.It was even wet between the legs. If people around here were to watch it, they would probably be as hearty as Xia Xueyi.

This is an alley, not deep, and the traffic outside can still be heard clearly.

The heart of the sixth son of the Wen family sank to the bottom of the lake. No one knew better than him that he had been abandoned by that free world, just because of the devil walking out of the abyss in front of him.

"Hero, hero, you have already killed eight members of our Wen family, the great hatred should be gone."

The sixth son of the Wen family's voice trembled, he was terrified of this murderous devil.At this moment, that extremely familiar and extremely handsome face has become his nightmare, if money can send this person away, then he will not keep a cent of it.

As if coming from the cold winter, Xia Xueyi's voice was cold: "Not everyone's life can be bought with money, such as the upright officials in Yangzhou, who are upright and upright throughout their lives; or you, who are not as good as birds/beasts."

The sixth son of the Wen family's life was cut off. If it was someone else, he might die and survive, but he, Wen's sixth son, did not have the courage and courage.

It was as if all the blood had been drained, and his face turned pale.

It is said that people will recall their whole life before they die.It was only at the end that Wen Lao Liu discovered that he had been immersed in male/happy/female/love all his life, and the wine pool and meat forest in ancient times were nothing more than this.

Wen Lao Liu smiled, he had lived enough.The pictures in his mind flowed one after another, and suddenly stopped on a face, soft and delicate, more beautiful than any woman he had ever had in his life.

His black eyes were confused, and he gradually put his eyes on the person in front of him, as if he saw the woman again: "It's you, it's you, hahaha... I thought I could forget you after all with so many beauties, but why do you Don't let me go, why?"

"I originally wanted to go to Miaojiang. The saint there must be more beautiful than you, so I can forget you." His voice became weaker, but his eyes were bright, "It's a pity that I don't have this chance , that saint is about to become someone else's, hahahaha, someone else's..."

His eyes were so bright that even the stars were inferior to them, they flourished and declined, and finally lost the only light.

Xia Xueyi's face also turned pale, he didn't feel happy at all, he seemed to have heard something, about Miao Jiang, the saint, someone else?The scattered words slowly turned into a sentence, as if a fire was burning in his heart.

Wen Lao Liu definitely didn't know, he didn't make Xia Xueyi feel better until his death.

The land of Sichuan, far to the southwest of the Central Plains, is no longer peaceful.

The Miao family's children can always find a few suspicious people by accident, even haunting the distant green hills.The members of the Miao family have never gone out, but they have all heard the legends left by Azu, all people in the Jianghu are like this.

He Qingyu's heart is clearer than his eyes, he can see clearly and think clearly.

The Great Elder sitting next to him snorted softly, and the cup on the table also trembled a few times.The already quiet back room was even more terrifyingly quiet, and everyone was sitting upright.

"That's what your good sister did."

The great elder didn't look sideways, the cold light seemed to want to detain He Qingyu, of course he saw the scene in the distance, not only that, he even learned something from those people's mouths.

He Qingyu turned around slowly and made himself a cup of tea.Here, he is no longer the leader of a sect who holds great power and orders the common people. There is also a great elder, Qiong Li, above him.

"She is also the saint of my religion."

Qiong Li slapped the ground fiercely, the eight guardians and two elders of the Holy Cult all shivered, as if what the elders were holding was not an iron staff, but a sharp weapon for killing people.

There is indeed another mystery in the iron rod.

He Qingyi withdrew his eyes, he looked as respectful and obedient as everyone else: "Those people from the Central Plains just came to join in the fun. After the time has passed, they will naturally return without incident."

Qiong Li is not a kind and kind old man, after all, he once held great power and was in charge of killing.

"Have you ever seen people who come to join in the fun with their clothes stained with blood?"

He Qingyu closed his eyes lightly, there was a stack of thick papers in his hand, the top one was a picture scroll facing down.The picture scroll has not been fully unfolded, to be precise, this picture scroll has been opened and closed in a hurry.

"I will solve those people naturally, and don't bother the elder to worry about it."

He Qingyi spoke very slowly, he wished he could read each word separately, so that everyone here would know that now, He Qingyi is the leader of this holy religion.

Qiongli's world is over.

Qiong Li's face was gloomy, he looked directly at this apprentice who dared to provoke him in public.He knew that their relationship was gone long ago, and after his daughter died, everything was gone.

Many people think that women are unreasonable, they can always appear in unexpected places.

He Qingyi watched the woman named Hongying approach little by little: "Master, can Hongying take a look at the painting in your hand?"

Hongying spoke to He Qingyi, but all her respect and obedience was given to Qiongli.

He Qingyu's hand moved, and he held the scroll just as it was about to leave his palm. He didn't have to put down the scroll until the iron staff came in a storm.

As soon as she let go, Hongying took it away.

This is another woman.

With black hair and snow skin, and vermilion lips, she is dressed in red but is more dazzling than the woman holding her.Her person is peaceful, and if you look closely, it looks like falling clouds. The fairy is actually far away.

There is no heavy ink and color, but a few strokes will have its own charm. Maybe the author is too powerful?Everyone who watched shook their heads, probably because the people he painted were so beautiful that even the paintbrush didn't want the owner to mess it up.

"This is the saint of my religion."

This is what Hongying said, and her words broke the silence in the room.

The gloom in Qiong Li's eyes seemed to disappear a little, and beautiful people can always be easily forgiven.

There was redness in the corner of He Qingyu's eyes, and he looked at the woman in the painting intently: "Isn't my sister beautiful?" His eyes flashed with pride, "She is enough to conquer all men in the world."

"But she also took away my hard-working Miao man."

He Qingyu was stunned by the hatred in those words, the woman's eyes were full of hatred that was not inferior to his pride.

"Does the leader know how many people those Central Plains people have injured in the past three days?"

He Qingyu was speechless, he really didn't know, but how much could Hongying know?There is an old saying in the Central Plains that the drunken man does not want to drink, but he can't say it.

Qiong Li raised his hand, he said everything that should be said, Hongying's words really provoked his anger, all he had to do was to follow her words.He is not a puppet, after he has cleaned up the house, he will naturally have a way to deal with her.

"The Holy Cult has never interfered with the affairs of the Central Plains, and the Holy Maiden has never set foot in the martial arts world. Tell me," Qiong Li looked into He Qingyu's eyes, "Where did the Holy Maiden go the month she disappeared two years ago?" ?”

The fire core in He Qingyu's eyes shook slightly, and he didn't pay attention to the woman's fangs that opened suddenly.No one knows He Qingyu's heart, his heart is trembling, not everyone in this world can sit in this position, let alone grasp the power in their hands.

"Two years ago, Hong Yao had not succeeded to the throne."

His voice was not chaotic at all, as if it was born like this.

"The holy woman is the face of the Holy Cult." Qiongli "Huo" stood up suddenly, and he was extremely angry. "She should be the most holy woman in this world, but now, her portrait is being sent all over the world."

"He Qingyi, don't you feel ashamed at all?"

This sentence made his back bend. He never knew that there would be such a day after he succeeded to the throne.

The other two elders also stood up together.

It seemed that this place that had never been warm had become even colder.