The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 289 Four Great Masters
Xi Yao and the others were taken aback immediately, and when they looked up, the light at the entrance of the grotto dimmed, and several people filed in.

The leader, whose bronze-colored skin shone with dazzling luster, and the wild hemp robe that he wore on his body fluttered in the wind, his palms were wide and wide, but he exuded an evil and inexplicable awe-inspiring aura, he was regarded as a prairie warrior. Honor, Bi Xuan who once fought against Song Xing.

The person on Bi Xuan's left has an unusually narrow and long face, and all the facial features on it are defects that no one wants to have, more like they are all squeezed into a pile.

His forehead looks particularly high, his slender jaw is a little sloppy, and his curved nose bridge is disproportionately tall and huge, making his eyes and mouth even smaller in comparison.

Fortunately, there is a long black hair with two shoulders, which reconciles the incongruity between the wide shoulders and the narrow face, otherwise it will be even more awkward.

Standing on Bi Xuan's right is an old man with a tall crown and a broad belt, with five strands of long beard, an elegant and simple face, and wearing a thick brocade robe, which makes his figure taller than ordinary people even more majestic. It has a dusty and elegant hermit taste.

The two stood beside Bi Xuan, but their aura was as high as a mountain, not at all inferior to Bi Xuan, the Turkic Martial God.

The three of them stood together, and the momentum alone filled the entire palace.

Looking at the three people in front of him, Song Xing already guessed the identities of the other two.

Yijian master Cailin, Sanren Ning Daoqi!
"Three great masters, what a big battle!"

Song Xing smiled slightly, and also released his aura to resist the coercion of the three of them.

"Being able to organize the three great masters, I think the contemporary master of Cihang Jingzhai will also come."

Song Xing's voice fell, and a figure walked out from behind the three great masters, and said to Song Xing: "Cihang Jingzhai Fan Qinghui, I have seen the Demon King of the Demon Sect."

She was wearing a white dress, with a dignified and beautiful face, and her demeanor was as refined as a banished fairy.

"I didn't expect that it was rumored that the master of Cihang Jingzhai was such a beautiful woman." Song Xing praised slightly.

"The devil is absurd." Fan Qinghui shook his head lightly, and said: "The poor nun came to see the devil this time to ask for something."

A trace of sarcasm flashed in Song Xing's eyes, and he said, "Let's listen."

Fan Qinghui said: "Please, the Demon King, put the world's common people first, give up fighting for world hegemony, and lead the Demon Sect to withdraw from the Central Plains."

Song Xing looked at the woman in front of him, and said in a daze: "It turned out that he came here for the Li family. Song was really curious about how much benefit the Li family had promised Cihang Jingzhai, and let you stand on the back of your shoulders, and try your best to help them."

Fan Qinghui looked at Song Xing's expressionless face, and his voice remained calm: "The poor nun said, it's just for the sake of the common people in the world, the co-lord of the world chosen by the Li family for Cihang Jingzhai. Going against the law of heaven, for the sake of the common people not to suffer, I am willing to ask the devil to let go."

Song Xing sneered: "It's a good sentence to be a co-lord of the world, but as a Han Chinese, he chose a co-lord of a foreign race for the world, such a merciful Cihang Jingzhai."

Compared with Song Que's firm desire to restore the rule of the Han nationality, the owner of Cihang Jingzhai believes that the south will submit to the north, and the north will unify the south, which will be the inevitable direction of historical development.

She believes that even if a foreign race in the north rules the Central Plains, as long as the war can be ended, all this is worthwhile. After a long time, assimilating the foreign race with Han culture and forming a national fusion is the right way.

Hearing Song Xing's sarcasm, Fan Qinghui's face changed slightly. These years, Cihang Jingzhai has been high and respected in the Jianghu, and he has never been confronted like this face to face.

"The general situation of the world is already clear, so why should the devil go against the sky."

Song Xing said: "Li Family and you can't represent God's will. If you want to win the world, you can get it by your own ability!"

Before Fan Qinghui could speak again, Song Xing said loudly: "Since the evil king is here, why hide around in a sneaky way, if you want to take the head of a certain Song, let's do it together."

The faces of everyone in the grotto changed, and Fan Qinghui's eyes flashed with vigilance.

After a few breaths, a ghostly figure floated into the grotto. In the eyes of Xi Yao and Bai Qing'er, this figure was as light as smoke, really like an evil spirit.

The man who appeared in front of everyone had a face that made women scream, a tall nose bridge, sexy thin lips, and deep and charming eyes.If it wasn't for the evil smile slightly curled up at the corner of his mouth, perhaps it would really give people a sense of gentleness.

It's a pity that the light shining in his pitch-black phoenix eyes was a bit cynical, making his handsome and handsome face suddenly darken!
Sensing Shi Zhixuan's aura that did not lose to Bi Xuan and the others, Song Xing understood that with the help of Cihang Jingzhai, Shi Zhixuan finally broke through the realm of a great master.

Those who were invited by Fan Qinghui to ambush Song Xing were not three great masters, but four!

Perhaps with the help of Cihang Jingzhai, Shi Zhixuan also stepped into the realm of a great master, and was even invited by Fan Qinghui to ambush Song Xing.

Song Xing guessed Cihang Jingzhai's plan in an instant. Even if the ambush of Song Xing failed, two great masters appeared inside the Demon Sect, and they would inevitably fight for power and profit, so they couldn't take care of more things.

After being suppressed by Laojunguan for three years, Cihang Jingzhai finally showed his terrifying fangs, and the first shot was a lore. The lineup of the four great masters made it clear that they did not intend to let Song Xing leave the grassland alive.

Song Xing laughed loudly, looked at the people in front of him, and said, "No wonder you dare to come to the door so confidently. It turns out that you talked to the four great masters. Even so, what can I do?"

Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan are both great masters of foreign races. It is naturally desirable to have the opportunity to eliminate the great masters of the Central Plains and plunge the Central Plains into a state of turmoil.

Song Xing can guarantee that although the two of them are encouraged by Fan Qinghui on the surface, they both have their own little calculations in their hearts.

If Song Xing really died in battle on the grassland, the next moment, perhaps the Turks would take advantage of the troubled times in the Central Plains and lead troops to the Central Plains, causing even greater bloodshed and massacres.

Fan Qinghui said calmly: "Monarch, the poor nun advises you not to be stubborn. If you are willing to surrender and abolish martial arts, the poor monk can make the decision. How about keeping your life?"

Song Xing sneered and said, "Damn, you Cihang Jingzhai are worthy of my surrender?"

Anger appeared between Fan Qinghui's eyebrows, and he said slowly: "Then don't bother the devil to choose."

Song Xing sneered, and suddenly stretched out his hand towards the void, grabbed the void, and with a sudden grip, all the air within a few feet around instantly froze.

Fan Qinghui's body trembled, and he stepped back seven or eight steps in a row before stopping.

"Cihang Jingzhai, that's all."

Song Xing snorted coldly, and with a movement of his body, he turned into an afterimage and disappeared in the same place, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Fan Qinghui.

"Zheng-"

The sound of the saber resounded through the sky, Song Xing waved his arm, and a ray of cold light shot towards Fan Qinghui's throat.

Fan Qinghui's complexion changed slightly, his sleeves fluttered, and his majestic internal force gushed out, blocking the evil king that Song Xing was slashing at, and leaping back more than ten feet with his strength, opened the distance between the two, and said coldly: " After all, the Demon Lord is also the leader of the majestic faction, so don't you feel ashamed to attack like this?"

Song Xing sneered and said, "Cihang Jingzhai also has the nerve to talk about face?"

Fan Qinghui was silent for a moment, then said: "If you don't surrender, the only thing waiting for Laojun is destruction."

Song Xing sneered: "Let's see, today is your Cihang Jingzhai's destruction or my Laojun Guan's destruction."

Following his words, a fierce momentum suddenly erupted, and the situation in the entire grotto changed, and stone chips flew, and everyone in the grotto looked in Song Xing's direction in fear.

(End of this chapter)