The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

Chapter 133 Joining the Ghost King Sect, Nether Abyss Shura Tower

After Wan Wan left, Meng Jing ate for a while and then left towards the outside of Mocheng. Wan Wan at the inn window saw the back of Meng Jing leaving, and he sighed slightly, with a look of pity on his face.

Ten thousand people tend to think that Meng Jing may not want to be with these monks, but this is just a small episode for ten thousand people, and he doesn't care whether Meng Jing follows him or not.

"What's this person's name? The internal force flowing in the meridians in his body is extremely strong. I'm afraid that ordinary disciples of the Holy Cult are no match for him." Mr. Ghost said standing beside Wan Wan.

"He said his name is Zhang Xiaofan. Mr. Ghost is right. The inner strength of this person really surprised me. Ever since I heard that the Vermillion Bird Sacred Envoy was defeated by a martial arts master, I have paid special attention to this kind of people, but tens of thousands It's miles away, but most martial arts practitioners have meager internal strength." Wan Wan said: "This person is actually very interesting, and he has obsessions in his heart."

"Oh? What obsession?" Mr. Ghost asked.

"I want to fight monks with martial arts." Ten thousand people sighed and said, "What a happy talk, the rules of heaven and earth are irreversible. Even if we monks who can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, we are like ants in front of the world."

"Haha, interesting guy." Mr. Ghost smiled.

Immediately, the two stopped paying attention to Meng Jing.

And Meng Jing was going to discuss with Wan Jianyi and the others, so he sneaked into the ghost king sect directly, leaving a signal along the way for the four of them to follow.

Meng Jing chose to leave directly, and walked directly under the eyes of thousands of people, so that everyone could relax their vigilance. After all, if he left Mocheng secretly, if everyone found out, he would be suspicious instead. Leave in the eyes of the other party.

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In Songxiang City, hundreds of miles away from Mocheng, Wan Jianyi and Cang Song looked at Meng Jing in surprise.

Wan Jianyi asked: "Junior Brother Meng, why did you come back by yourself? Could it be that a monster was found in Mocheng, and you came to ask for help?"

Meng Jingsui was about to briefly explain to Wan Jianyi and the other two about his stay in Mocheng, saying that he planned to mix with the Ghost King Sect team and follow them to the Wilderness Temple. At that time, he would leave marks along the way. Mark to follow.

Of course, Meng Jing omitted the real reason why Ten Thousand People invited him. He didn't mention martial arts internal skills, but said that when he entered Mocheng, he pretended to be a disciple of the Demon Sect and ran wild all the way with a vicious look on his face, attracting the ghost king. The clan asked the disciples to pay attention, and saw that he was a member of the demon sect without faction, so he immediately cast an olive branch.

When Wan Jian heard this, he frowned and said, "Isn't this too risky? If you are alone, if you are discovered by the devil, isn't your identity..."

Cang Song nodded aside, he also thought that the risk of this trip was really high, he couldn't help looking at Meng Jing with a sense of admiration.

"Senior Brother Wan, I think Junior Brother Meng's plan is good. After all, the wilderness is vast. If we don't have a specific route, it will be a waste of time, and we can't even find the target in the wilderness." Cang Song agreed with Meng Jing's plan.

"Senior Brother Wan, don't worry, I can guarantee my own safety, and I won't easily reveal the magic power of Taiji Xuanqing Dao. I really believe in my disguise and breath-holding method." Meng Jing smiled confidently.

As soon as Wan Jian heard the words, he nodded heavily and said, "Okay, Junior Brother Meng, take care of yourself. I will infuse you with a ghost-slaying sword intent, and within a range of three thousand miles, I can sense it...you don't have to be afraid This is perceived by the people of the Devil's Cult, unless that person's morality reaches the sky."

It is not acceptable to use items to mark, after all, the people of the Demon Cult can fly in the air.

Then Wan Jianyi told Meng Jing not to take it lightly, the people of the Devil Cult are extremely cunning, he must pay attention to his strict words, and hold back when encountering injustice, otherwise it will only increase the crisis.

The three of them separated. Meng Jing forged his practice site in the woods about forty miles away from Mocheng, and then returned to the exit of the city gate of Mocheng at dusk, and meditated on a Gobi boulder to practice internal strength until the second day. In the early morning of that day, the scorching sun rose in the east, and the dark red light shone in the Gobi desert.

Meng Jing closed his eyes, Ghost Wang Zong and his party walked out of Mocheng.

"Brother Zhang? Why are you here?" Wan Wan stood in front of Meng Jing at some point, with puzzled eyes and a hint of expectation in his expression.

"Haha, of course I'm waiting for Brother Wan! Didn't Brother Wan say yesterday that he wants to lead me to a career so that I can have the opportunity to fulfill my long-cherished wish of martial arts in the future." Meng Jing smiled sassyly, and the "expectation" for Wan Dao flashed in his eyes .

Emotions cannot be faked.

Ten thousand people were suspicious, so he asked: "Brother Wei, I saw Brother Zhang leave Mocheng yesterday, I thought you were not willing, maybe you figured it out last night."

"I have figured it out. After all, I am thinking about martial arts alone, and I am too closed-door. If I follow you, I may be able to witness the secrets of cultivation and improve my understanding of martial arts." Meng Jing said sincerely: "As a warrior, I practice day and night. The internal strength of the body is yin-oriented, and it is necessary to meditate with eyes closed at night in an environment with heavy yin qi, so that it will do more with less."

"So that's it. I don't know where Brother Zhang is practicing. In fact, Brother Zhang is relatively new to martial arts practice, but he is very interested." Wan Wan said.

"At a stagnant water pond thirty miles to the south, that place with heavier yin energy is suitable for my cultivation, and it is also a good place I have just been looking for." Meng Jing pointed to Fang Zhifang and said.

"Well, Brother Zhang, you are not curious, who is Brother Wei?!" Wan Wan glanced at the south, then said with a smile.

"I really don't know who Brother Wan is, but I don't care whether it's a devil or a righteous one, as long as I can fulfill what I want in my heart."

Ten thousand people were taken aback for a moment, and then laughed and said: "Okay, since that's the case, brother Zhang will follow as brother, and brother will not treat you badly in the future."

Meng Jing nodded, and then thanked everyone, sincerely and excitedly.

Ten thousand people just smiled, and then led Meng Jing into the group of Ghost King Zong. After explaining the situation to the ghost king, they then introduced Meng Jing.

Everyone was more vigilant at first, but when they heard that Meng Jing was a warrior, they all stole contemptuous glances.A small martial arts master actually needs to be wooed by the suzerain's own disciples.

But it doesn't matter, no one is looking for trouble and troubles Meng Jing.

After everyone walked a certain distance, Meng Jing found a disciple who suddenly turned into a streamer and flew towards the south.

In fact, thousands of people went to secretly explain to a disciple of the Ghost King Sect.

The disciple nodded cautiously, and then turned into a stream of light and flew towards the south. Obviously, tens of thousands of people were always wary and suspicious of Meng Jing's departure yesterday and his return today, so he asked the disciple to investigate to see if the south There is a stagnant pool, look for traces of no one practicing.

Meng Jing secretly said, everyone is really careful, but I also made a good disguise.

The disciple came back half an hour later, and whispered to the crowd: "Sect Master Wan, the disciple did find a small depression in the forty miles to the south, where there happened to be a water pond, and there were indeed traces of people practicing , and there are traces of moves."

"Well, good!" Wan Wan's eyes flickered strangely, he thought in his heart, it seems that Zhang Xiaofan is not lying.But Wan Wan thought about it carefully for a while, and smiled secretly in his heart, a martial arts practitioner, he really didn't have to be so careful.

"It's just that the disciples feel that the palm prints are a bit exaggerated."

"How an exaggeration?"

"I have seen the palm techniques of secular warriors before. These people can at best hit something the size of a washbasin, but the palm prints left behind are about several feet long and dark, like those left by practitioners. But I searched carefully. There is indeed no trace of mana left." The disciple looked surprised.

Ten thousand people were stunned when they heard the words, what a Zhang Xiaofan, he can temper his palm technique to such an extent, it seems that I still underestimate him.

Immediately, thousands of people went to let down their guard against Meng Jing.

Afterwards, a group of people prepared to fly into the depths of the wilderness by flying against the sky. Although Meng Jing was powerful in martial arts, he was still unable to fly, which provoked the ridicule of several Ghost King Sect disciples.

In the end, after ten thousand people went to scold those disciples, they immediately took Meng Jing to the sky and hurried towards the depths of the wilderness.

Meng Jing of Yukong Flying put on an 'excited' expression, which made everyone shake their heads and then laughed. He said, "Brother Zhang, how can Yukong Flying thank you?"

Meng Jing took a deep breath, looked down at the rapidly receding sand dunes below, turned his head to look at the white clouds that were quickly behind him, and said, "The whole world is in sight, where can't we go?"

"Haha, living in this world is to pursue a life of freedom, and the red tapes in the world simply frame the world." Wan Wan said with a smile: "Especially in Qingyunmen, there are many rules, each of which is made of elm wood in different ways. head."

Meng Jing nodded with a smile, and said, "Brother Wan, how long will we be flying?"

"After five thousand miles, rest where you are. After all, continuing to fly will consume a lot of mana. It would be bad if you meet some people with malicious intentions, and the wilderness is full of monsters. We also need to be on guard against this." Wan Wan said .

The Demon Sect was integrated because of Qiu Wangyu's supernatural powers and means. Now that Qiu Wangyu was wounded by the ancient sword of Zhu Xian, once Qiu Wangyu died, he would surely be torn apart. After all, the four masters of the Demon Sect only obeyed Qiu Wangyu.

After the second day.

At night, in the depths of the wilderness, the temperature of the desert drops sharply at night, but Ghost King Zong and his party are all practitioners who are not afraid of the severe cold and heat. The unknown is approaching, and it can be early warning.

Because Meng Jing had just joined the Ghost King Sect, he was not very trustworthy, so he stayed in the tent alone, while the dozen or so members of the Ghost King Sect gathered in the Ghost King's tent.

Meng Jing didn't know the content of the conversation at all, until the next morning, a sad expression appeared in Meng Jing's eyes. Meng Jing didn't ask the specifics easily, otherwise there would be suspicion of intelligence.

If what he expected was right, I'm afraid the old ghost king is dying.

"Brother Zhang, alas." Ten thousand people wanted to talk but kept talking, and his face was heavy.

"Brother Wan, I don't know what happened?"

"Oh, the suzerain is dying." Wan Wan said helplessly, "The suzerain was injured by the sword glow of the Qingyun sect's Zhuxian sword. Although it was only a minor injury, the evil spirit of the Zhuxian sword was hard to get rid of. , Now there is only one breath left. Zhuxian sword, Zhuxian sword, it is simply a manpower formidable match."

Along the way, Wan Wan had already informed Meng Jing of his identity, and roughly introduced the purpose of their trip, which was to go to the temple to pay homage to the leader, Qiu Wangyu, with various powerful figures. Hanging leader's throne.

Then ten thousand people went to tell Meng Jing what the old ghost king said last night.

Yesterday, the Ghost King issued the final order, that is, to not allow the Ghost King Zong to participate in the dispute over the leader. At that time, after his death, he will be cremated and return to Huqi Mountain with his ashes.

It is necessary for the ghost king Zong to recharge his energy and store up his energy, and don't waste the elite power of the ghost king Zong.

In the group of Ghost King Zong, there are several people with profound Taoism, and seven or eight disciples with profound Taoism, who are the future pillars of Ghost King Zong.

This made Meng Jing frown secretly, isn't this just about to turn back?
No way, halfway through, you have to go back?

It would be a lot of fun for him to wait for someone to go back to Huqi Mountain with Wan Wan. Maybe Wan Jianyi and the others who secretly followed behind followed him to Huqi Mountain.

"However, the suzerain, in order to dispel the suspicion of the other sects that our Ghost King Zong wants to reap the benefits of the fisherman, let him go to the temple with the suzerain's ashes and the spirit card, and then make it clear to the various sects that the ghost king sect has withdrawn from the sect master. fight."

Meng Jing frowned secretly.

"Brother Zhang, you can come with me at that time. Although you have joined the Ghost King Sect under my recommendation, I hope you can kowtow in front of the Holy Mother of King Ming and take an oath. Look at the magnificence of the temple, and see the indestructible gods of the Sacred Religion—the Shura Pagoda!" Wan Wan said.

"Asura Pagoda?" Meng Jing was suspicious, he had no idea what it was.

"That's right, the Shura Pagoda is the most mysterious object of my holy religion, and it is also a holy object that has always been protected by the holy religion. Every once in a while, this holy object uses blood essence to open the legendary abyss of the underworld. The treasures that fall in the Yuanyi space and even reach the sky." Wan Wan said: "If Brother Zhang is lucky, maybe he can receive Shura Tatriuen and obtain the supreme martial arts inner strength!"

Why do people talk so much? In fact, they want to increase their relationship with Meng Jing. Meng Jing can practice martial arts to such an extent, which is obviously a talent and has ambitions.Therefore, Wan Wan admires Meng Jing very much, and intends to train Meng Jing as a future confidant.

"I really hope so." Meng Jing looked forward to it.

"Heaven and earth will always favor those who work hard!" Wan Wan said.

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On the second day, the old ghost king finally couldn't bear the evil spirit of Zhu Xian, and left the world in a struggle. On that day, Meng Jing saw thousands of people shed some tears, and after wiping away the tears, he ordered everyone to burn the old ghost king's body and put the ashes on the ground. into the altar.

In the end, the rest of the disciples were asked to go back to Huqi Mountain first, and Wan Wan went to the temple with Meng Jing.

On the third day, Meng Jing finally came to the Temple of the Wild Demon Cult, which was a group of palaces built in an oasis.

The first thing that catches the eye are the two towering stone statues of the Holy Mother of King Ming, standing in the center of the palaces of the temple group.

According to the legend of the Demon Cult, the Holy Mother of Youming is the god who nourishes thousands of living beings, while King Tiansha Ming is the fierce god who opens the world and handles punishment. This is very different from the ancient giant god Pangu who opened the sky.

King Ming glared, the Holy Mother is kind.

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