A group of people came out in response, the leader was a middle-aged man, his face was cold, and the corners of his eyes and brows showed a kind of "I'm not easy to mess with", he looked around, his eyes seemed to be checking a group of different shapes He finally set his eyes on the owner of Qinglong Island, and said, "I am Mu Lanshan Tang Yao, and it has been a hundred years since I sent the first disciple, Tang Zhen, and recently I heard about him in Guidi. It's rude to visit and fail to greet the island owner beforehand."

Tang Wanqiu was stunned when he saw the person coming, and after a while he said in a daze, "...Sect Master?"

Tang Yao looked at her for the sake of his fellow classmates, and he glanced at her, but he was not very kind, but nodded lightly.

These two people came to Qinglong Island as if they had negotiated, and on the other side was her teacher's sect. Rao was Tang Wanqiu who had left the sect for many years. For a while, he felt that he was sandwiched between two huge splints. Inside and out are not people.

Zhou Hanzheng teased: "It's strange, has Qinglong Island become a place to recruit missing people?"

It may be customary for people in Mu Lanshan to not bend their words, Tang Yao said with a blank expression: "I didn't come here to ask for someone, but someone recently spread a letter to Mu Lanshan, saying that they had seen Tang Zhen's Primordial Spirit in the East China Sea. I don’t know who is so eager for justice and justice, for more than 100 years, but still worrying about people from other sects eating radish, does Master Zhou have any ideas?”

Zhou Han replied without blushing or panting: "There are naturally people who are benevolent and righteous."

"Benevolence and righteousness? I've only heard of 'the Great Dao is abandoned, there is benevolence and righteousness, there is wisdom, and there is great falsehood'." Tang Yao, whose position was a mystery, did not give Zhou Han any favor, and turned to the master of Qinglong Island, "Gu Daoyou, I Although I have no relationship with you, this incompetent disciple has become your disciple and has been taken care of for many years. I am here to tell you one thing - we were looking for clues on the front line of the East China Sea. I heard a rumor that the devil of the Four Saints Fighting was a Beiming Monarch, that the great devil had a strange stone in his hand, and it fell on Qinglong Island after that battle."

Tang Yao paused, ignoring the Island Master's face, and continued: "They said that you were injured by the big devil, you should have died, you have been propped up by that strange stone, and you have been at the end of the game for so many years. I'm afraid the White House master also heard a message and came here specially for that stone?"

Bai Ji was caught off guard and thought, and said angrily, "What nonsense!"

Tang Yao: "Is it true that the White House master knows nonsense, I heard that the strange stone has the ability to mend the sky, also known as the stone of 'everything comes true', it can live and die, and it is not a problem to improve the cultivation level, why? The White House master has always been old and not dead, are you worried about Shouyuan? I don’t even think about the good things of Beiming Great Demon!”

Zhou Hanzheng answered meaningfully: "What does the head of Tang mean - the island owner is currently living on a monster's stone? This... This is not a decent word."

Tang Yao and Zhou Hanzheng said a few words, and Yan Zhengming was horrified when he heard it. Others might not know the reason, but he knew the origin of the Beiming Lord. He only knew that there were some seniors in the Fuyao sect who were obsessed with demons, but when did there ever be a treasure of the magic way?

After thinking about this for a while, Yan Zhengming almost broke out in a cold sweat on his back, feeling that they were being skinned and cramped on the fire.

The island owner did not answer, but said: "Master Zhou, you have been hiding your identity in my Qinglong Island for decades, and your plans must be not small."

He completely avoided the temptation of Zhou Hanzheng and Tang Yao's hot and cold, singing and harmony, but to others, he almost acquiesced.

Seeing that the wind was turning, Bai Ji immediately said, "Gu Yanxue, living by monsters, is the Four Sages of the Dignity deceiving the world?"

That loose cultivator even said loudly: "The martial arts practice has always been a secret that is not passed on. Only Island Master Gu recruits loose cultivators for advanced training every ten years. When you think he is so generous, are you just showing good intentions for no reason? Don't dream. Now, who would have so much kindness!"

When Sanxiu said the end, his voice broke into a cry, and his voice was hoarse under the sound of the waves of the East China Sea behind him. Those who were not looking at each other sounded inexplicably a little more sad than the death of a rabbit and a fox. There was a faint meaning of breaking out of the water. The disciples of Qinglong Island and the people in the West Palace were once again fighting with each other. However, this time, the scattered cultivators on Qinglong Island invariably stepped back and watched, and became vaguely alert.

I don't know who made the first move, and the island didn't know the forces of the parties, and it suddenly turned into a pot of porridge.

At this time, I heard a low cry of "woo" from somewhere, and I saw that more than a dozen people suddenly came out of the loose cultivators who had been retreating in unison. These people were very strange, and they were all brave and not afraid of death. , slammed into the westward palace man and rushed over.

The cultivation base of the loose cultivator is not high, and the person who rushed to the front was immediately smashed to pieces by a sword light next to Bai Ji, and he couldn't die any longer.

But then, something terrible happened.

The loose cultivator's internal organs turned into a cloud of blood, spraying everywhere, but the four or five pieces of the body that were decomposed were still like marionettes, and continued to move forward like a ghost.

Although the sword cultivator in the west palace had a high level of cultivation, he had never seen such a battle, and he was so frightened that he retreated three steps on the spot.

Looking at it again, the eyes of the dozen or so scattered cultivators were all red, and the black aura of fangs and claws was faintly visible behind them.

Bai Ji was shocked and angry: "Gu Yanxue, what else do you have to quibble about!"

The voice fell, and the loose cultivator who had just made a generous statement behind him suddenly let out a howl that was not like a human voice. The blood man actually grabbed Bai Ji's back with his bare hands.

With nearly a thousand years of cultivation, Bai Ji will naturally not let him touch him. With a palm back, a palm-sized demon-subduing pestle flew out of his sleeve. It swayed twice in the air, and suddenly it was as long as a person. Inserted into the blood man's Tianling cover, pinning him in place.

Who would have thought that the bloody man would not die, but was pierced into a meat skewer by the demon-subduing pestle, and he still struggled endlessly. After a while, he suddenly exploded and blew himself into countless pieces of black blood.

There were screams in the crowd, and those blood clots were extremely poisonous and could not be touched.

Zhou Han's face changed: "This is the way of painting the soul in the devil's cultivation. If you put a dark talisman into other people's souls without knowing it, those people can be driven by him."

As soon as these words came out, a large piece of space appeared on the side of the island master, and even the original Qinglong Island disciples looked at their island master in amazement—a great power in the world, except for the level of the Four Saints, who else could draw a dark talisman?

Tang Yao seemed to have been waiting for his words. He heard the sound and turned to the island owner. He crossed the long sword. The head and tail of the great sword were already bursting with shreds of fire, which was the result of his true essence condensing.

Tang Yao said: "Gu Daozhu, how do you say this?"

The island owner smiled bitterly and said, "There is no reason to argue."

Tang Yao asked, "So that strange stone is really in your hands?"

He finally found it out, and when he lifted off the fig leaf, it was still the gem that everyone coveted.

However, there were always people who were unwilling to see the situation clearly, Tang Wanqiu immediately stepped forward and stood beside the island owner, defending with no wink: "Master, I guarantee with my life that the island owner can't be a demon cultivator, let alone greedy. What a monster!"

"Shut up," Tang Yao growled in a low voice, "Tang Wanqiu, you are becoming more and more arrogant. Even if you leave your apprenticeship, you are still my pastor of Lanshan. Don't you want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?"

Tang Wanqiu was suddenly blinded by shameless malice, and her eyes widened immediately. At this time, she understood that even if she deceived herself, at first glance, what the head of Mu Lanshan said was even more grand-sounding than Zhou Hanzheng. But it turned out to be even worse than Zhou Hanzheng.

Tang Wanqiu's face turned pale, and she was silent for a long time. She said word by word, "Then... Then ask the sect master to expel me from the division."

The island owner sighed: "If you are famous all over the world, you will be slandered all over the world. It's nothing. In late autumn, you don't have to do this."

Tang Wanqiu clenched his teeth, and he was unmoved as if he was eating a weight.

The island owner was about to speak again, but he heard Zhou Han, who was standing not far or near, under the blood-stained sea, and said slowly: "I still don't believe it, how could the island owner be a secret person? Sect Master Tang, you How do you know that the so-called strange stone is on Qinglong Island? Maybe it will be annihilated together with the big devil? Have you already found out the source of the Beimingjun?"

As soon as these words came out, the island owner's face finally changed, his figure bào swelled, and his palms fanned to Zhou Hanzheng as if covering the sky and covering the sun, the man who had always been tired and tepid finally brought anger: "Who is your master?"

Zhou Hanzheng dodged awkwardly, and panicked half-truth: "I'm clearly defending the island owner, what does the island owner mean?"

Tang Yao crossed the bar, dodged and stopped between Zhou Hanzheng and the island owner: "Why, are you going to kill someone?"

The two great powers in the world moved their hands secretly, but Yan Zhengming, who was in a state of turmoil, heard the island owner whispering a voice to his ear, and urged, "Bring your juniors and brothers to mingle with the scattered cultivators, and take advantage of the chaos. Hurry up, don’t mention Fuyao Mountain in the future, let alone your ancestor—you don’t know anything!”

In the blink of an eye, Yan Zhengming's chaotic mind suddenly came up with a clue - Zhou Hanzheng clearly knew the origin of the Fuyao faction and Beimingjun, which was a threat.

If the island owner refuses to admit that the stone is in his hands, he will investigate the fact that Lord Beiming belongs to the Fuyao faction. If the stone is not in the hands of the Four Sages, of course it is still in the Fuyao faction!

There is such a thing that "everything comes true, life and death", even if it is only a little suspicious, it is destined to be on the tip of the wind, who cares whether you are innocent or dead?

Yan Zhengming looked at the shouting and killing on the whole island, and felt that he was almost a piece of fish in the cracks, and there were countless knives on his back.

He knew with trepidation that he should carry Xiao Qian on his back and leave immediately with his fellow students, but how could he settle his conscience and let the island owners betray their relatives and stand in front of him?

Yan Zhengming froze in place for a while, unable to make a choice.

The island owner suddenly shouted, "Tang Wanqiu!"

Tang Wanqiu's expression changed a bit when he heard that he was struck by lightning. Finally, he gritted his teeth, turned to Yan Zhengming and said, "I will escort you, go."