The heavens start from the eight parts of Tianlong

"Ning Que wins." Not far away, Yan Se, who was watching the battle, said with a solemn expression: "But I can't see how he won."

"No matter what his reasons are, if he wins, he wins." Master Huang Yang said very optimistically: "Don't forget, he is the new dean of the academy."

"Yes, victory is victory, how can there be so many reasons." Yan Se laughed at himself: "The people of the Tang Dynasty will have another patron saint."

"Well, the poor monk saw that Xiahou's last move was clearly half a foot above the five realms, but he still lost so miserably. It can only mean that that person's cultivation level has surpassed all living beings. ." Master Huang Yang said.

"Is there an existence beyond the five realms? It is a good thing for Datang." Yan Se said.

"By the way." Master Huang Yang continued: "There was news from Xiling earlier that the person who escaped from the Youge should have come to Chang'an City."

Master Yan Se took a deep look at him, and said with an indifferent and sad expression: "The God of Light finally escaped from that dark place, what are you doing in Chang'an City?"

Master Huang Yang smiled bitterly and said: "The Guangming Great Priest of the temple, the second person in Taoshan, such a person... I think he came here because of what happened 13 years ago."

"When the stars are covered at night, will the country be restless? The so-called prophecy is just to fool those ordinary people. The funny thing is that he actually believed it."

Master Yan Se said without hiding his sarcasm: "I'm here, come on!"

The two chatted for a few words, then turned and left.Also leaving with them were Jun Mo and Qinian, who were watching the battle from a distance.

At the same time, in a hidden courtyard in Chang'an City, the Zimo priest looked solemn and said with a sad expression: "Xiahou's aura has completely disappeared. The winner... is Ning Que."

"It's similar to what we estimated. The person recognized by Master is not idle. His cultivation level is very likely to have surpassed the five realms." The mysterious man in black said.

"In this case, it's time for me to leave." Priest Zimo said, "If I don't leave, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave."

"Let's go!" The man in black said, "I also want to lurk for a while, and please don't contact me again during this time."

The true identity of the man in black is still very high at the south gate of Haotian Dao. He is a very important chess piece buried by the Xiling Temple in the Tang Dynasty and cannot be lost.

"Yeah!" Priest Zimo didn't talk nonsense. He was about to leave when he suddenly heard a burst of cicada chirping. The sound of the cicada chirping was so clear that it made his hair tremble all over his body and he froze on the spot.

Of course, it was not only him who heard the cicadas chirping, but also the mysterious man in black.

"Who is it?" The man in black said extremely alertly.

"The person who killed you." Yu Lian's figure slowly walked out of the door.

"Mr. Third of the Academy!" The man in black recognized Yu Lian's identity at a glance.

"Have you seen me? It seems that your status in Tang State is not low. It's a pity." Yu Lian said lightly.

How important the academy was to the Tang Dynasty. Chang'an City was the headquarters of the academy. Unless the academy didn't want to investigate, and if it wanted to investigate a few people, no one would be able to escape the academy's investigation.

"I have long wanted to learn from you, Master's master's methods." Priest Zimo knew that Xingzang was exposed, and this time it would definitely be a disaster.

But for those who devote their lives to Haotian, what does death mean?
In this regard, Yu Lian did not say anything, but just smiled at the purple ink priest.Then a glimmer of light, as thin as cicada wings, suddenly appeared between the neck of the purple ink priest, and bright red blood dripped from the neck of the purple ink priest.

"What's...what's wrong with me?" Priest Zimo's expression was stunned. Then he suddenly found that his vision had dwindled, he suddenly fell from mid-air, rolled on the ground several times, and then completely lost consciousness. He...died !
A temple knight in the Dongxuan realm was beheaded by Yu Lian while chatting and laughing, and his head was missing.

"Mr. Third's methods are indeed terrible. I'm afraid everyone in the world will look down upon you." The man in black smiled bitterly and lifted the black sermon covering his face and said: "I am Li Qingshan's disciple. Please spare my life, Mr. Third."

Frankly speaking, He Mingchi was very unwilling to be caught out by people from the academy like this, but since he had been exposed, it was natural that it would be better to die than live.He Mingchi was a spy arranged by Haotian Dao Sect to be with Li Qingshan, the headmaster of Haotian Dao South Gate, but he did not have the consciousness to dedicate his life to Haotian.

Therefore, he decisively revealed his identity, hoping that Yu Lian could spare his life for the sake of his master.

"Stab!" A sound as light as cracking silk came. He Mingchi looked at his hand that was broken into two parts in the middle in shock. He did not expect Yu Lian to be so cruel and ruthless.

"Mr. Three, I still have a lot of information about Xiling Temple, and I am willing to tell it all..." Before He Mingchi could finish his words, he followed in the footsteps of Priest Zimo and fell to the ground.

Until his death, he never thought about why Yu Lian didn't spare his life.

"A mere mouse hiding in the dark dares to secretly plot against the president of the academy. He is simply seeking death!" Yu Lian said indifferently.

The reason why Yu Lian killed people is very simple, that is, the majesty of the academy cannot be trampled on, no matter who the person is!

"He's looking for death. Mr. Third arrived very quickly." At this time, Ning Que's figure also appeared in the courtyard and said to Yu Lian.

"It turns out that the dean is here." Yu Lian nodded politely to Ning Que.

Ning Que looked at the two of them and said, "It is indeed the work of the Xiling Divine Kingdom. Do they think that since I am not a master, they can do whatever they want?"

"What's the dean's plan?" Yu Lian said without any nonsense.

"If the people from the temple dare to come to Chang'an, I will go to the temple to meet them, so what?" Ning Que smiled at Yu Lian.

Yu Lian was a little puzzled, but when she saw Ning Que's figure disappear in front of her eyes in an instant, she suddenly realized.

"Did you... go to Taoshan?" Yu Lian said with a smile on his face: "Our dean is really very similar to our junior uncle!"

With the death of Priest Zimo and He Mingchi, all the instigators of this drama in Chang'an City were killed.

The new dean of the academy, Ning Que, made his first move in front of others and killed the general of Zhenbei, Xiahou, whose martial arts prestige in the Tang Dynasty was second only to the general of Zhenguo, Xu Shi.

His personal cultivation was hidden in the Five Realms, and he was soon widely praised.

But at this moment, Ning Que was no longer in Chang'an City. There was no distance between the academy and the end of the world was within a short distance. With a thought in his mind, Ning Que rushed to the Taoshan Temple, the holy land of the Xiling Divine Kingdom.

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And just when Ning Que left Chang'an, an old man in white robes with pale face and white hair appeared very low-key outside Chang'an City.

As the most virtuous and respected Guangming Priest of the Haotian Taoist Sect, although the old man has been imprisoned for more than ten years, there are still countless priests and strong men in the temple who are willing to sacrifice everything for him, and there are countless subordinates who are loyal to him in Taoist temples all over the world. Now that he had escaped, someone helped him arrive in Chang'an quietly.

"Darkness was born in Chang'an, and Haotian's revelation is unmistakable." The old man closed his eyes and said slowly, "I can already feel the invasion of darkness."

The old man walked slowly into Chang'an City with his hands behind his back and his hunched body. Just when the old man's right foot was about to step onto the street, the painting of the Suzaku deep in the stone ground in the distance of Zhuque Street slowly appeared. Opened his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the eyelids of Suzaku's portrait slowly closed again.

"It's such a big formation, but it has nothing to do with me. I'm just here to guard the light." The fugitive God of Light said. (End of chapter)