Huh!

The flying boat cut through the sea of ​​clouds and ran quickly between the strong wind.

"It's too reckless..."

On the deck, Jiang Shentong looked into the distance and kept murmuring.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, you can't move forward any more."

In the flying boat, Han Xuantong walked out slowly:

"Our country is mainly based on Cangjiangmen, and it is not allowed to enter the law easily, otherwise there will be great difficulties..."

call!

Before he finished speaking, the flying boat had changed from extreme movement to extreme quietness.

"Fellow Daoist Han, do you know that this may be the best time for your Qianyuan Dynasty to get rid of Cangjiangmen. Once you miss it, you may not have such a good opportunity."

Jiang Shentong suppressed his anxiety and anxiety and turned around.

"What fellow Taoist Jiang said is not bad, but I can't decide on this matter..."

Han Xuantong sighed lightly.

In Qianshan City, he saw the sword immortal Nanling killing the Taoist nun Ruhua with his own eyes, and his heart was shocked.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have taken out the flying boat to send Jiang Shentong.

But……

"The three-foot Taoist is dominating Cangjiang for thousands of years. The formation can be triggered to reach the Eight Extreme Lords. Although that person is powerful, he has not yet reached that point, right?"

“Well.”

Jiang Shentong no longer talks.

The power of Cangjiangmen is located for thousands of years. Han Xuantong dared to send him here, but he had seen the fall of Ruhua Taoist Nun with his own eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang."

He was about to leave, but Han Xuantong couldn't help it:

"If the Nanling Sword Immortal wins this time, it will be useless for you to go, but if he loses, you will just die if you go.

What's the point?"

He really couldn't figure it out.

"Fellow Daoist Han, do you know why your Qianyuan Dynasty cannot be independent from the control of the sect like "Yongding", "Jincai City", and "Qiusuo City"?"

"Um?"

Han Xuantong was slightly stunned.

"Nothing else, I'm thinking too much!"

As his voice drifted, Jiang Shentong left his disciples and disappeared in the shadows hanging from the sea of ​​clouds.

The sect holds power and uses dynasties as hawks and dogs to grazle the people. No one resists. There are many like Jincai City, Qiusuo City, etc., whether it is a sect or a holy place, they do not care about the gains and losses of a city and a place.

However, the Qianyuan Dynasty has been planning for hundreds or thousands of years, but nothing has been achieved. The reason is that it is naturally because it is thinking too much!

I think about everything, fear everything, and I dare not take the initiative to fight, and I just think about the gods and people who come from heaven are kind-hearted. So how is that possible?

"over thinking……"

Han Xuantong smiled bitterly.

Indeed, the sword immortal Nanling has great magical powers and is not even the Taoist nun Ruhua, but the Sanchi Taoist has a sect formation that can be urged, and behind it is Wanshitian Sect...

He has powerful magical powers and can move forward and retreat as he wants, but how did the Qianyuan Dynasty resist the thunderous wrath of Wanshitian Sect?

“Master…”

Yan Xia was worried but could not catch up with him, so he had to look at Han Xuantong with contempt and flipped into the flying boat.

Only Han Xuantong stood silently, feeling sad in his heart:

"What can the way of heaven be like this? What can it be? What can it be..."

...

Huh ~

The cold wind blew across the mountain tops, dark clouds gathered, and shadows once again enveloped the mountains.

Walking in the shadows, Jiang Shentong was very careful at first, but soon realized something was wrong.

He traveled thousands of miles away, but he did not meet any disciples from Cangjiangmen on the way, only the rich smell of blood that seemed to be undispersed.

"Could it be..."

Jiang Shentong's thoughts changed and he stepped abruptly, moving with the wind. When he emerged from the shadow again, he couldn't help but take a breath:

"this……"

What appeared before him was a mess, with the mountains broken, the earth cracked, and the palace collapsed and broken...

Cangjiangmen, which covers an area of ​​hundreds of miles, is completely ruined!

"Cangjiangmen, destroyed!!"

Jiang Shentong's face twitched, but for some reason he was stunned.

He dreamed of this scene at midnight and didn't know how many times he dreamed of it. At this moment, he really saw it, but he felt like he was falling into a dream and could not come back to his senses for a long time.

Until someone pats his shoulder:

"Why are Fellow Daoist Jiang stunned?"

Beidou refines, has great magical powers, has gone out of the pass to defeat the enemy, and has gained a lot. He touched the heavy bag of race, and Yu Yang was in a good mood.

"Fellow Daoist, thank you fellow Nanling for avenging this great revenge for my 'Dongshan City'!"

Jiang Shentong woke up just after dreaming, and didn't bother to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and turned around and wanted to kneel down.

“Take a slow start!”

Yang Yu casually put it on, and Jiang Shentong couldn't kneel down, but he still bent and thanked him.

"So why bother?"

Yu Yang could not resist him, so he had to let go.

"This worship is a fellow villager who died for no reason for my Dongshan City."

Jiang Shentong bowed a long time.

"Diet in vain?"

Yang Yu received a bow, but he didn't want him to bow again and again, and asked instead.

"One hundred and twenty-four years ago, the old thief of Cangjiangmen's sake wine, harmed millions of villagers in Dongshan City for the completion ceremony..."

Jiang Shentong's breathing became heavy.

"Millions of people? No, the sake Taoist Taoist has no blood, and his nine-blade rank seems to be the 'demon-slaying master'..."

At this point, before Jiang Shentong could answer, Yang Yu had guessed what he had guessed:

"Hold demons in captivity?!"

The rituals of raising demons to be completed have been happening in ancient times, and Yang Yu has also heard of a lot, but most of them are in the East Wilderness, the West Desert and other places. This kind of thing should not be done in the Nanling Mountains.

Because Nanling is the place of the demon clan, and there are countless demon clans in the mountains and lakes, why should you keep them in captivity?

"yes!"

As if he saw that Yang Yu was confused, Jiang Shentong gritted his teeth and spoke:

"Are you confused by the Taoist fellow? The Immortal Sect is already hostile to the demon clan and has been fighting for thousands or tens of thousands of years. Why did Cangjiang Sect want to raise demons to finish the ceremony?"

"I guessed some..."

Yu Yang frowned slightly and felt very bad.

"The old thief of Sake is the 'demon lord'. The ritual before his promotion was to kill hundreds of demons and save all the people. It is the purest level of immortal Tao, but..."

Jiang Shentong's eyes were twitching:

"Slaying demons in front, saving the people behind! How can you save the people when you go into the mountain to kill demons? But the demon clan likes to live in the mountains and forests. Unless the ceremony is held, they rarely go down the mountain..."

"So, keep it yourself."

Yu Yang's expression was cold.

Even secular dynasties have people who raise enemies and respect themselves, so it is naturally not surprising that the sects will raise demons in captivity.

But this doesn't mean he doesn't hate it...

"fine……

Jiang Shentong, who was sad, seemed to hear Yang Yu's words, looked up in shock: "What, what?"

"Fortunately he was not dead..."

As the wind whistled, Yang Yu's magic power urging the Yuan Magnetic Power penetrated through the sea of ​​clouds like a rainbow light, leaving the dust.

"Not dead..."

After Jiang Shentong was stunned, he chased after him.

Huh ~

As the sea of ​​clouds surged, Yang Yu walked across the street, his eyes were cold and his thoughts were fluctuating.

Jiang Shentong's words made him feel extremely bad, but also reminded him of some of the words in the book "On Jie".

"The fate of disaster is always related. The fruit of Tao is both a fortune and a disaster!"

What if one day he will not be able to complete the ritual he wants, or he will deviate from the precepts?

Bang!

With one step to break through the sea of ​​clouds, Yang Yu's eyes fell on Qianshan City, or the crowded martial arts gate.

That's...
Chapter completed!