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

Chapter 138 The figure of the temple, resurrected from the dead

"Haha, brother Qinglong."

A voice came from a distance.

Everyone was shocked, and saw a black light falling somewhere.

Wan Wan has piercing eyes, full forehead, and looks like a scribe. He is walking towards everyone at the moment, his eyes are full of confidence.

"Will everyone go?"

At this moment, the Holy Envoy of the White Tiger had a deep hatred for the powerful sects under the Holy Cult, and he said angrily: "If you don't guard your divine halberd, what are you doing here? Get out!"

"Sacred Envoy of the White Tiger, how can I guard the fetish that fell from the deep abyss that I have never coveted from the beginning to the end?" Wan Wan said.

Meng Jing thought to herself: Telling nonsense with your eyes open is comparable to me.

"Then what do you want to do? Want to see our jokes?"

You Ji spoke sarcastically, and she was also very disappointed with the members of the holy sect. When Qiu Wangyu was alive, each of them said their allegiance, but after Qiu Wangyu died, each of them changed his face.Moreover, they don't have any respect for the four holy envoys, and there is no need to ask their opinions on choosing another leader.

"My people, from the beginning to the end, think that I am a disciple of the Holy Cult." Wan Wan said sincerely.

Qinglong and the others felt excited when they heard the silent words.

Meng Jing squinted her eyes and said inwardly: Compared with the behavior of Poison God and others, it is simply a judgment.

The actions of thousands of people at this moment are undoubtedly "sending charcoal in the snow", giving the three holy envoys the illusion that the holy religion has not disappeared.

Meng Jing originally thought that thousands of people would come suddenly, and thought there was something wrong.In fact, it is to win people's hearts. No wonder in the original Zhu Xian Qinglong, Suzaku will work for thousands of people in the ghost king's sect.I am afraid that thousands of people have already planned this way on the way to and from the temple, and it is not a whim at all.

The old ghost king who passed away asked Wan Wan to come and explain the situation, but Wan Wan had already secretly planned to recruit the Four Great Sacred Envoys.After today, Qinglong and others may follow the ten thousand people and join the Ghost King Sect from then on.

Qinglong said: "Very well, since you have this idea, why don't you join hands with me and kill Wan Jianyi and the others!"

"That's natural!"

Wan Wan didn't talk too much nonsense, and instantly turned into a phantom, making a palm print that changed the color of the world, and directly pressed Meng Jing and others.

The power is like covering the sky and covering the earth, and a palm print is like covering the sky.

Wan Jianyi looked solemnly at the people, and said: "This person is not simple, we fight while retreating!" Wan Jianyi casted a sword to slay ghosts and gods to stir up the wind and clouds, and a sword glow shot out, blasting towards the overwhelming palm prints.

Zeng Shuchang and the others showed fierce looks and fought with the demon sect members, following Wan Jian while fighting and retreating.

……

a few days later.

In a jungle at the edge of the wilderness, Tian Buyi and Cang Song were as pale as paper.

The faces of the two were bloodless, and there were bloody wounds under their ragged clothes. Under such serious injuries, the two of them kept supporting Wan Jianyi who was dressed in blood.

The two looked at Wan Jianyi's empty arm guiltily, their eyes filled with endless remorse.

Uncle Zeng and Meng Jing, who were in better condition, stood in the distance looking at the depths of the endless wilderness, and the two watched and observed solemnly.

Seeing that no one was chasing after him in the depths of the wilderness, Meng Jing couldn't help but sit on the ground helplessly, exhaling deeply, the turbid air smelled bloody, at this moment Meng Jing's whole body was full of wounds.

This journey made Meng Jing feel extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't use his martial arts internal skills in front of Qing Yun's disciple, and his combat power seemed to be blocked. Otherwise, how could he be seriously injured?

If it wasn't for Hui Qingyun who wanted to be the first in Fenghui Peak, they would immediately complete the four major sword formulas and the follow-up formulas for Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao.

He will be so desperate?

Uncle Zeng sat paralyzed on the ground, and shouted weakly to the three people behind him who were also terribly injured: "They stopped chasing."

Everyone relaxed, and immediately lay on the ground. The leader, Wan Jianyi, whose snow-white long clothes had already been dyed red, looked at the sky with a sluggish expression, and laughed wantonly: "Juniors, we survived!"

"But, Senior Brother Wan, your arm." Cangsong said with red eyes and a choked tone.

Tian Buyi blamed himself and said, "If Senior Brother Wan hadn't been for you, we would have died at the hands of thousands of people."

"It's okay, as long as we can live." Wan Jian said with a smile.

Wan Jianyi was ambushed by Qinglong Suzaku and broke his arm because he was protecting Tian Buyi and Cang Song from being beheaded by thousands of people.

Meng Jing leaned against the tree trunk, he looked at Wan Jianyi and the others, not knowing why.

Meng Jing had a bad taste in his heart, and he wanted to lead these four people to a point of no return.

Meng Jing stretched her waist, and said as if nothing had happened: "In order to celebrate our survival from desperation, how about treating my senior brother to a restaurant to eat, drink and have fun?"

Everyone was stunned.

Wan Jian laughed when he heard the words and said: "Okay, I love drinking. Before Qing Yun Sect was not allowed to drink, it was very annoying, but do you have any silver taels, Junior Brother Meng? My generation of monks never oppressed the people. If you don't have one, forget it." , directly report back to Qing Yunmen."

"I don't have any silver, will I say it?" Meng Jing asked rhetorically.

……

Several days.

It was the pursuit of the three holy envoys of the Devil's Cult plus tens of thousands of people and dozens of temple guards.

The five retreated while fighting, and escaped from the depths of the wilderness.

But because tens of thousands of people rushed to attack, the situation of the battle was reversed in an instant.

Turned into a unilateral crush, ten thousand people to one person can draw with Wan Jianyi.

The other three holy envoys and dozens of wild temple guards besieged Meng Jing and the others.

Meng Jing used Taiji Xuanqing Dao. Although he could face the temple guards with ease through close combat techniques, he was often taken care of by Qinglong, Suzaku, and White Tiger, which attracted a lot of firepower from the side.

Being chased and killed all the way, the five of them persisted, and finally escaped, escaped from the wilderness, spread their legs out in a green area, and relaxed with their heads up to the sky.

……

At the same time, in the wild temple square.

Bodies are everywhere, apparently after a battle.

However, this war is ridiculous and sad.

Desire and greed from their respective families, hundreds of disciples of the Holy Cult actually fought in the solemn and sacred temple.

Qinglong, Suzaku, and Baihu stood in the square. At this time, the square was empty, only bloodstains and corpses. These corpses belonged to Wandu sect, Changshengtang, Hehuan sect, and other small sects.

Blood was flowing, and the smell of blood permeated the air.

Qinglong stood in the square with a dazed expression, his eyes were looking at a big pit, the corpse lying inside had long since disappeared, what made Qinglong laugh at himself was that there was also a big pit where the divine halberd landed originally .

It's just that this big pit was obviously thrown away by a large piece of land through great mana, and left with the land and the divine halberd.

Qinglong couldn't help shaking as he stood on the square where the corpses were strewn all over the place.

"Brother!" You Ji shouted under the veil.

The tone is sad and gentle.

"Wandumen, Changshengtang, Hehuan faction!" Qinglong's mana was exuding, and he was full of endless anger, roaring: "You traitors of the holy religion!"

This hateful voice resounded.

After passing around for a few minutes, it disappeared into the dead temple as if powerless.

Thousands of people flew from another part of the oasis and said in a gentle and elegant voice: "Qinglong envoy, why is this so?"

"Sovereign Wan, I'm no longer a Holy Envoy. From now on, the Holy Cult still needs to exist?" Qinglong asked back.

"People's hearts are like this, and they are greedy. At that time, the divine halberd was born with such power. I am afraid that it is a divine weapon that is rarely seen in ancient times." Wan Wan said.

"Damn it, no one will move the leader's coffin, right?" The anxious Baihu walked quickly into the main hall.

But the moment he entered the main hall, looking at the figure sitting on the throne of the leader, the white tiger looked stunned at first, and then a cold air burst out from the soles of his feet.

The hairs all over his body stood up suddenly.

(End of this chapter)