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

Chapter 136 Arson Temple
Just when everyone in the Devil's Cult was discussing.

Wan Jianyi and the others saw that the sky was clear and the rain was no longer there, and that the disciples of the Devil's Temple gathered in the square, and their attention was focused on the mysterious corpse that fell from the abyss.

Immediately making a decisive decision, Wan Jianyi quickly organized Tian Buyi and Cangsong to act separately, aiming to set fire to the important palace of the Devil's Sect Temple.

The four of them reached an agreement, and after the plan was correct, they quietly went deep into the back of the temple.

……

on the square.

Meng Jing frowned, he didn't know why, he felt extremely uneasy, but he didn't know where the source of this uneasiness came from, and the tens of thousands of people beside him whispered: "Brother Zhang, this person should have lost his life. There is a strong death energy exuding from my body, and I am afraid that this death energy has been dead for an unknown amount of time. But for some reason, my heart is always palpitating."

"Me too!" Meng Jing said.

"You have it too?" Ten thousand people were surprised, and then continued: "According to my brother's opinion, let's leave here temporarily. The eucalyptus is a sacred object. I want to take it, but there are not enough manpower. The old fox, the poison god, has the upper hand. Do you think we should take advantage of these people’s attention and leave this place to hide? If there is a fight here, maybe we can reap the benefits. As for the strangeness of this corpse, it’s better not to act rashly.”

Ten thousand people will naturally not let go of the eucalyptus, which is as powerful as the ancient sword of Zhu Xian, and it is likely to be an unknown magic weapon in the vast history of Shenzhou.

"Sect Master Wan's plan is good!"

Meng Jing paid homage to the Holy Mother of the King of Ming, so naturally he had to change his name to Wan Wan, who is now the suzerain hand-picked by the old ghost king.

"Then let's go!"

Wan Wanxiang and Meng Jing left the crowd quietly, almost no one noticed their departure, even the Four Great Sacred Envoys looked at the man's body curiously.

Just when everyone was pointing and talking, they didn't notice that a white mist seeped out from the armored man's feet. Under the scorching sun, the white mist sneaked in the cracks between the floors, and slowly walked towards the main hall as if invisible. .

The white mist exudes a faint aura. If someone who is good at spirits sees it, he will definitely recognize it as a broken spirit.

White mist surged on the floor of the main hall, turning into a one-inch-high human-shaped phantom. The human-shaped phantom looked back at the demon disciples in the square outside the main hall, then wrapped around a brand new coffin, and instantly got into the coffin. Not long after the corpse, no one knew that the moment the white thread penetrated into the corpse, the fingers of Qiu Wangyu, who had died not long ago, trembled.

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Not long after Meng Jing and Wan Wan walked out of the temple, they heard screams from inside.

Then raging fires ignited in the five important palaces deep in the temple. Ten thousand people suddenly turned their heads and frowned and said, "Who dares to set fire to the temple?"

"This direction?" Meng Jing said, "It seems to be the Buddhist scriptures pavilion!"

Ten thousand people trembled a little when they heard the words, their faces were extremely ugly, his heart was in a stalemate, deciding whether to put out the fire, to save the accumulation of the holy religion for thousands of years, but after thinking about it, his body suddenly relaxed, and he said: " Forget it, someone will come to rescue."

"Then what should we do?" Meng Jing asked.

"For me, the divine halberd is my luck and my life. To get this kind of divine object is unpredictable. Let's wait and see for a while." Wan Wan said, grabbing Meng Jing's shoulder and looking into the distance Flying away, it landed on a tree in the oasis, and the two stood in the distance watching the temple.

"Damn it! Hurry up and put out the fire, who set it on fire?" The Poison God cursed angrily, pointing in the direction of the scripture storage deep in the temple, and ordered many demon disciples to leave.

All of a sudden, there was chaos in the temple.

The four holy envoys all ran into the depths of the temple, and they didn't care about the divine halberd and the mysterious man's corpse in the square. For the holy envoys, the inheritance of the holy religion is more important than anything else.

If the important and heritage-worthy palaces of the temple are burned down, the Holy Cult will really fall apart in the future, and there will be no chance for integration. The Wild Temple will no longer be attractive to the disciples of the Holy Cult.

The four of them turned into streamers and flew to the depths of the temple, wanting to find out who dared to set fire to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

It can be said that there was a wave of unrest and another wave, and suddenly someone screamed: "The Hall of Merit is also on fire!"

"Sacred Envoy Qinglong, the inheritance hall is on fire!"

The white tiger was furious, its feet hit the ground suddenly, its body quickly rose into the sky and roared: "I will tear him apart." Then it turned into white light and searched around the temple.

"Damn! Who is making trouble in the temple?"

Many Demon Sect disciples screamed ferociously, and used their magic weapons to fly around the temple, intending to find the culprit.

A quarter of an hour later, someone finally found the figures of Wan Jianyi and the others, and the sound of fighting and cursing resounded from the temple.

In the oasis in the distance, thousands of people frowned and saw the man in white clothes like snow fighting against many disciples of the Holy Cult in the sky, their faces turned ugly in horror and said: "It turned out to be Wan Jianyi from Qingyun Sect! Why did he suddenly arrive at the temple?" ? Could it be that the Qingyun sect launched a massive attack? No, how do they know where the temple is?"

Meng Jing stood aside and said, "Is he the Qingyun wizard Wan Jianyi that the suzerain mentioned?"

"That's right, this person may have reached the Shangqing Realm in Taiji Xuanqing Dao, and has already won the ranks of the top monks in Shenzhou!" Wan Wan said with admiration in his tone.

"Is it that great?"

Meng Jing looked at Wan Jianyi, who was fighting with the disciples of the Demon Cult above the temple, his sword moves really slashed ghosts and gods, and the sword light shot all over the sky.

"You stay here, I'll go and see what's going on?" Wan Wan said, "I'll come find you afterwards!"

Meng Jing was overjoyed when he heard the words, and said, "Why can't I go?"

"Haha, Brother Zhang, don't worry, firstly, your martial arts cultivation has a great strategic plan for the Ghost King Sect! Secondly, you can't fly in the air, so it's useless if you go." Wan Wan said: "You Don't worry, I guarantee that your future contributions will be no less than that divine halberd!"

Such words made Meng Jing's mind flutter, and the words of thousands of people were probably the reason why he recruited him, but Meng Jing didn't know the specific reason yet.

Thousands of people turned into streamers and left.

Seeing thousands of people going to the holy hall, Meng Jing immediately recovered the magic power of Taiji Xuanqing Dao, and the inner power of martial arts was quickly hidden in the dantian, and then wantonly brandished the sword light on the spot.

Then he regained his martial arts internal strength, and used the ruthless palm technique.

Here, he pretended to forge the battlefield where he "Zhang Xiaofan" met Qingyun's enemy bandits by chance.

At the same time, Wan Jian on the sky is no match for four hands with one pair of fists. Even though he has advanced in Taiji Xuanqing Dao, facing the siege of the three holy envoys Qinglong, Baihu, and Suzaku, Wan Jian is gradually declining. Kill ghosts and gods.

Qinglong's expression was cold, the Qiankun Qingguang ring on his fingers was shining brightly, and he punched Wan Jianyi's chest, Wan Jianyi spit out blood. At this time, he was already covered with blood in white clothes like snow, and there were many scars all over his body. Extremely chaotic, Wan Jianyi used his strength to fly away, and immediately let out a long roar in the sky, calling for the rest of the juniors who set fire to flee quickly.

ps: Can you talk. .well
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