Qingyun's sword fairy in white

Chapter 137 Entering the temple alone, the stars begin to shine

"Three of the four disciples of the Poison God have returned to the wild headquarters, that's all, but they still want to try to rebuild the underworld."

On a sand dune not far from the wilderness headquarters, Wan Youxuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the rebuilt wilderness temple with cold eyes, and said calmly.

The desolate wind of the wild desert blew past, mixed with a little yellow sand, and the cloak worn by Wan Youxuan was blown off, revealing long hair like snow.

The black skirts fluttered, and the tips of snowy hair fluttered in the wind. At this moment, Wan Youxuan's eyes were cold, as if he was thinking about something.

Under the scorching sun, Wan Youxuan and Bai Ruoli stood side by side, and lying behind the sand dune were the two Wandumen who they had just captured to inquire about the news.

Wan Youxuan looked at the two people under the sand dune, lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head again to look at the towering black hall like a mountain, and sighed softly.

Hearing Wan Youxuan's sigh, Bai Ruoli smiled lightly and said, "What are your plans?"

Wan Youxuan looked at Bai Ruoli, suddenly smiled and said, "Don't you know?"

After finishing speaking, Wan Youxuan looked at the magic mountain that seemed to still have traces of magma condensation, and said with a smile: "My father and today's four chiefs destroyed this place a hundred years ago, so that the Demon Cult would not have such an inheritance as Nether Abyss, and now there is a resurgence. Traces, I naturally want to stop them."

Bai Ruoli also followed Wan Youxuan's gaze, and said, "The Nether Abyss? It's true that they can't be rebuilt, not to mention the sacrifices needed for reconstruction, but the demons in the Nether Abyss. , that was another bloodbath."

Wan Youxuan smiled, and said: "So that's the case, then I, as a member of the Qingyun Sect, and the Sword Master of the Stars, since I have met them, it is naturally impossible for them to achieve it."

Speaking of this, Wan Youxuan closed his eyes and sighed softly: "Big deal, I'm like Uncle Cangsong, once again detonating the volcano here, with my current divine flame controlling it, I'm afraid it won't be difficult."

Bai Ruoli nodded lightly, then shook her head and said, "Let's leave this method to the end to consider. After all, you are not a bloodthirsty person, and it is easy to destroy your state of mind."

Wan Youxuan nodded, and said: "Then let's take action at night and take advantage of the power of heaven and earth."

After finishing speaking, the two stopped talking, and quietly looked at the majestic black palace in front of them.

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Time passed, night fell, and the sky was full of stars.

Wan Youxuan and Bai Ruoli had already adjusted their status, because they only wanted to destroy the Wandu Gate and rebuild the Underworld, and because of their own cultivation, they didn't check carefully the distribution of the guards.

Wan Youxuan raised his head and glanced at the stars in the sky, then looked at the mountain peaks in front of him, and said, "Ruoli, you know more about Mingyuan than I do, so you don't need to do anything, you just need to check if there is any possibility of rebuilding Mingyuan. Just destroy it."

Speaking of this, he paused, and then continued: "In my case, the three disciples of the Poison God will be beheaded in the wild temple, and the temple will be destroyed by the way. In this way, the Demon Cult should come back Look, the confrontation with Zhengdao will also be postponed."

Bai Ruoli nodded and said with a smile: "I'm fine, but you have to be careful, this demon cult has a history of more than a thousand years, there may be old devils in the headquarters."

Wan Youxuan laughed and said, "Old devil? I am no longer the boy I was when the Qingyun War broke out. I don't believe that someone can hurt me when the three great masters and the four holy envoys are not around."

Bai Ruoli gave Wan Youxuan a blank look, and said helplessly, "You better be careful."

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The wild headquarters, the Temple of the Devil's Cult.

In the main hall, the atmosphere was a little grim. Although Wan Du Sect was about to fall out of the four major sects due to the death of the poison god and the two elders, it was not the other small sects that could touch it. , has been suppressed by Wandumen.

It's just a little different tonight. Meng Ji, the eldest disciple of Changshengtang Yuyangzi, led many Changshengtang disciples back to the headquarters.

And Jin Ping'er, a disciple of Fairy Sanmiao of the Hehuan School, also led many disciples of the Hehuan School back to the headquarters.

The four great masters of the Devil's Cult, except the Ghost King Sect, unexpectedly reunited in this wild temple once again.

The last time it was on such a scale was a hundred years ago, and that time there was no Ghost King Zong involved.

With the arrival of these two factions, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, which was able to overwhelm the headquarters, lost that kind of power. However, because only they know how to rebuild the Nether Abyss, although the current situation is tense, they are restrained.

And at this time, those who are confronting and scolding at the front are all small sects who are vassals of the three great clans. As for the three strongest clans here, they have remained silent so far, just targeting each other with arrogance.

Although the three major factions are strong, there are no anti-Ding figures. After all, although the Wandumen claims to rebuild the underworld, Yuyangzi and Sanmiao Fairy do not believe that the Wandumen really has this ability.

However, the Wandu Sect has not yet selected a sect master, so three of the four disciples of the Poison God came, namely Fan Xiong, Cheng Wuya, and Duan Rushan.

Originally, the three of them were still in the same situation, and they were going to be ranked high and low, but after the arrival of Jin Ping'er and Meng Ji, they joined forces, but no one believed the other.

The reason why the three major factions of the Holy Cult and many small factions gather here is because Wandumen wants to rebuild the underworld, but the resources are insufficient, so the small factions at the headquarters are called on to contribute resources.

And these small factions refused to pay without gain, so they notified Changshengtang, Hehuan faction and Ghost King Sect.

It's just that these small factions are now like attracting wolves into the house. The factions that originally wanted to be free and not subject to vassals can only obediently vassalize and serve as cannon fodder under their hands after the three major lords have arrived.

As for the current conflict, it is very simple, that is, Wandumen wants the qualification to enter the underworld for the first time, but Changshengtang and Hehuan faction refuse to let it go. Even if it has not been rebuilt, this qualification cannot be let out.

After all, although the Devil's Cult is intriguing internally, this kind of agreement must be sworn in front of the Holy Mother, and no one can go back on the open front.

Moreover, from the perspective of the Changshengtang and the Hehuan faction, how many years of history has the Holy Cult so far, and how many people can enter the Nether Abyss to obtain inheritance?
Even if you know how to enter the Nether Abyss, then we cannot let you enter easily. After all, those who enter the Nether Abyss and get inheritance can basically unify the Demon Cult.

Now the four big gates are doing well, we haven't let you Wandumen disappear, but you want to ride on our heads, how can there be such a good thing?

Therefore, the three sect masters have their own opinions, and Changshengtang's opinion is the most clear. Their sect master Yuyangzi has guarded the wild temple for a hundred years. If there is a possibility of rebuilding the deep abyss, then their sect master is naturally qualified to enter first. The poison door has to be rowed back.

The Wandumen naturally refused to give in. This is a method only we know, why let you go in first?If I let you go in first, will there still be my Wandumen after I come out?
As for the Acacia faction, their attitude is the most ambiguous. They don't seem to come to win the quota and help rebuild the deep abyss, but to sow discord.

Because of the ideas of these three major factions, the small sects who vassalize them can only greet the other party's ancestors in front without complaint.

The three members of Wan Du Sect looked at each other, and then Cheng Wuya couldn't help but said: "Brother Meng Ji, Yuyangzi is naturally qualified to enter the Nether Abyss. But if we want to rebuild the Nether Abyss, Wan Du Sect needs a lot of effort." Heavy. So the first person to enter must be a member of our Wandu Sect."

Although the Wan Du Clan was fighting among themselves, it was only an internal fight. Even if they wished for the other party's death, they still had to keep this spot in the Wan Du Clan, so when Cheng Wuya's words came out, all three of the Wan Du Clan nodded faintly.

Meng Ji cursed inwardly, but with a smile on his face, he said, "Brother Cheng Dao is joking, if Wan Du Sect can be rebuilt by itself, of course we won't have much to say. But now that you need the resources of the Sacred Church, is it possible that you still want to do it alone?" Enjoy?"

Before Cheng Wuya was born, Fan Xiong beside him said, "Brother Meng Dao is wrong. After all, this reconstruction method is unique to my Wandu Sect. Can't I be the first to enter the abyss? Or longevity?" Don't you want the Underworld to reappear, and the Holy Church to reappear in glory?"

Meng Ji sighed, seemingly helpless, and said, "Brother Fan Dao, what do you mean by this? Of course, I, Changshengtang, hope that the Holy Church will regain its glory. It's just about the number of people... Sigh... Fairy Jin, what do you think?"

Jin Ping'er saw that everyone was looking at her, covered her mouth and smiled, and said in a charming voice: "Hehehe...Brother Meng, fellow Daoists, why ask Ping'er about this kind of question? I, the Hehuan Sect, have no intention of Ming Yuan, just I just hope that the Holy Cult will be more prosperous..."

But in the eyes of everyone, Jin Ping'er is wearing light yellow clothes at this moment, her eyes are affectionate, her black hair is gently floating on her shoulders, and her eyes are full of water. At first glance, she seems to be immersed in it and never wants to come out again.

"Cough cough cough..."

Fan Xiong and the others coughed a few times, and the lower level people barely recovered their senses, and then turned their heads one by one, not daring to look at Jin Ping'er again.

Everyone scolded Jin Ping'er in their hearts, and they were silent for a while, before anyone could speak, they suddenly heard someone shouting not far away: "Someone is calling!"

There was an uproar among the people in the hall. Duan Rushan, who hadn't spoken to the Wandu Sect, stood up suddenly, and said loudly: "Everyone, listen to me. Anyone who has the guts to come here at this time must be a thief from the Qingyun Sect, but there must not be many." People, so you don’t need to panic.”

Having said that, he glanced at the main hall, and then said: "Do you remember the shame of a hundred years ago? Now that there are people coming again, we can no longer let these people succeed, otherwise there will be no way to rebuild the abyss of our holy religion." day!"

But before he finished speaking, the people in the hall suddenly heard a clear whistle, and a figure that seemed to be shining with stars descended from the sky and landed directly in front of the gate of the wild temple.

Before the people in the hall saw the figure of this person clearly, they saw the starlight flickering, and the person just gave a light push with his left hand.

The two members of the Demon Cult who were guarding the entrance of the main hall uttered two screams, and then flew in feebly, rolled a few times on the ground, and then stopped at the feet of the five three big talkers.

The behavior of this person shocked the members of the Demon Cult inside and outside the temple in an instant.

The hall was suddenly extremely quiet, and then they heard a clear laughter. A white-haired young man dressed in snow-white clothes appeared at the entrance of the hall. God soldiers.

The white-haired young man looked at the people in the hall with a smile, waved his left hand, and said with a light smile: "Everyone, it seems that we haven't seen each other for three years since Qingyun said goodbye?"

In the hall, there were countless people with astonishment on their faces, and Meng Ji pointed at this person in disbelief: "You, you...you are Wan Youxuan, how can you still be alive?"

Wan Youxuan smiled softly: "You are all still alive, how can I be willing to leave this world?"

Jin Ping'er got up suddenly, and said with a charming smile: "Young Master Bing doesn't need to worry about us, if you want to leave, you can leave, but Young Master Bing is no longer a member of Qingyun Sect, right? Why do you still come to embarrass us?"

Wan Youxuan smiled slightly, and said: "Fairy Jin, even if I'm not a member of Qingyun Sect, can't I kill demons and eliminate demons?"

Jin Ping'er's eyes were slightly cold, but she still smiled and said: "Then Mr. Bing is not afraid that we will spread your news? The reason why Mr. Bing has been hiding it for so long is probably to prevent Qing Yunmen from being embarrassed?"

Wan Youxuan shook his head with a broken smile, and said, "Fairy Jin, who would believe you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly let out a long whistle, then raised the Star Sword, and pointed it obliquely at everyone in the hall.

For a moment in the hall, all the people in the eyes could only see the countless star brilliance that bloomed from the star, and this star brilliance carried an extremely fierce sword energy.

In their eyes, this white-haired young man stepped in so easily without the slightest fear, facing more than a hundred masters of the Holy Cult in the hall ahead.

The stars were shining brightly, the sword glowed, and Wan Youxuan went straight into the hall alone.

In an instant, everyone in the hall seemed to be enveloped by the overwhelming radiant sword light. The aura of the star sword light made them feel like they were facing a starry sky.

Wan Youxuan actually pulled all the members of the Demon Cult in the temple into his sword force.

Just like facing the suppression of the starry sky, they are naturally not able to resist, so under this sword, everyone in the hall is actually retreating.

With one person and one sword, Wan Youxuan actually launched an attack on everyone in the hall. This aura of looking down on the world is really heartbreaking.

But the more than a hundred members of the Demon Cult who are qualified to be in this hall are naturally not ordinary people.

These people's Taoism and deeds are all extraordinary, although they are not as good as sect masters and great elders, they can be regarded as experts in the holy religion, and there are more than a hundred of them!

So after being forced back by Wan Youxuan's sword like a starry sky at the very beginning, dozens of people reacted in an instant, and immediately sacrificed magic weapons to counterattack Wan Youxuan.

Wan Youxuan kept laughing, even though he was being besieged by more than a hundred people in the hall at the moment, he still looked extremely chic and invincible.

A star sword blooms with thousands of stars, really like the stars that rule the world, looking down on the whole world, it seems that the more than a hundred masters of the Demon Cult in front of them are all cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks.

Seeing this situation, the spokesmen of the three great figures of the Devil's Cult all made their moves except Jin Ping'er, and Jin Ping'er seemed to be thinking about something, and just looked at Wan Youxuan quietly.

In her eyes, even though Wan Youxuan was being besieged at this moment, he was not at a disadvantage when he was besieged by more than a hundred people. His stars were shining brightly and his sword was sharp, and even forced all the masters of the Demon Cult to retreat.

Dressed in snow-white clothes, with a star-shining divine sword, one person can suppress a hundred people.

The situation at this time made her a little dazed, as if she didn't want to sneak attack.

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(End of this chapter)