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Chapter 279 Taoist Huanglong, a hero!
boom!
He pressed his fingers hard.

The giant's head exploded and turned into ashes.

He rubbed his five fingers slightly, and the fine lime dust flowed through the gaps between his fingers and fell to the ground, where it merged with the rubble from the giant's body.

There were soft footsteps coming from the side.

Su Heng looked up and saw Ke Yulan walking out from a lush jungle.

When the two started fighting, Ke Yulan sensed something was wrong and moved away.

The giant's strength was a bit exaggerated. She would only be a burden if she stayed here. When the battle was over and she returned, she saw this scene. Ke Yulan's body trembled slightly, and there was a visibly fearful look on her fair face.

Su Heng didn't care what she thought. He withdrew his gaze and looked back at the pile of rubble that the statue had turned into.

Just extend your spiritual perception outward.

He then sensed the large amount of spiritual power gathered in the statue, which was far greater than what he had gained from any statue before. Su Heng was not in a hurry to absorb it, but first opened his attribute panel. The degree of completion of the Heavenly Demon State had now increased to just over 32%.

Then he once again activated the Heavenly Demonic Technique, and easily extracted and absorbed the spiritual power from the statue.

It took some extra time to convert.

A slight bloating and pain appeared in Su Heng's mind.

He opened his eyes and reopened the attribute panel. The number of the demon state on it had increased to 45%. This statue was almost equivalent to the harvest of the previous six or seven statues.

Apart from the fact that the four-armed, hundred-eyed giant was very powerful, Su Heng believed that this race's talents and attainments in the spiritual realm should be closely related.

Previously, I fought against masters among humans or demons.

Most of them rely on physical strength and reaction speed, and attacks from the spiritual realm are not often encountered.

But this four-armed, hundred-eyed giant has secrets of his spiritual realm one after another.

And, on this basis.

This guy's physique is quite remarkable.

Judging from this short battle, this race must be quite good at fighting.

If they were really the masters of this land and had lived here for millions of years, how could they disappear in just a few thousand years?

What exactly does the last war that the giant mentioned refer to?
If what he said is right.

So, where do humans in this world come from?

The conversation with the four-armed giant did not dispel Su Heng's doubts, but increased them. According to what the giant said, there should be many strong people of this clan in Changshengtian.

The echo of Changshengtian deepened, and the strong men returned. As long as they continued to grow, it would not be long before they could fight the strong men of this tribe who had returned. By then, the truth of some of the things that happened in the past should be revealed in front of them.

As for what happened in the past, right or wrong, it doesn’t really matter.

There is only one thing that matters.

It's about who is strong and who is weak, that's all.

Swish!
The scabbard hanging on Su Heng's waist vibrated slightly.

Feeling something in his heart, Su Heng unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the sky, and then a gray-black light shone into it.

A layer of gray writing appeared on the surface of the scabbard, and Su Heng glanced at it lightly.

I knew in my heart that the meeting between the Immortal Sect and the Aristocratic Family was about to begin.

Su Heng prepared to leave.

However, before that, his eyes fell on Ke Yulan, "Now that the eighteen statues of gods in Jiangbeizhou have been collected, the agreement between you and me has been fulfilled."

"What do you think next?" Su Heng asked calmly.

Looking at Su Heng's burly and ferocious body under the moonlight, Ke Yulan did not feel relieved, but panicked. A layer of cold sweat oozed out of her smooth forehead. She thought for a moment, half-knelt on the ground, and replied respectfully, "My strength is weak, but I have accumulated a little in terms of collecting intelligence and training personnel."

"If you don't mind, I will serve you like a dog or a horse."

As the situation changes, it is indeed necessary to have your own exclusive information channel.

A lot of his current intelligence came from the Lieyang Sect and Wuji Sword Sect. But if he continued like this, on the one hand, it would be a waste of time and it would be easy to miss good opportunities. On the other hand, he would be controlled by others, which would always be inconvenient.

So, Su Heng thought about it for a while, then nodded, "Okay!"

"Thank you, Master!" Ke Yulan breathed a sigh of relief, almost like she had escaped death.

But wait until she raised her head again.

The bright moonlight remained, but on the scarred open space, Su Heng's burly figure had disappeared.

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In the ancestral home of the Wu family in Jiangbei, there is a landmark building called the Swallow Tower.

This wooden pagoda is 100 meters high and stands on Fengshan Mountain. The top of the pagoda is an octagonal spire, with eight vertical ridges meeting at one point to form a spire and a pagoda top. There is also a precious orb on the pagoda top. It was dawn and the sun was rising. The orb refracted the sunlight, and the colorful light was like fog, hazy and beautiful.

This pagoda was damaged during the previous battle with the Wu family's ancestor, but not seriously.

It took a few days for Meng Huan to send people to repair it.

It is now used as a place for consultation and negotiation between the immortal sect and the aristocratic families.

In the open space around the pagoda, many disciples and elders from various sects gathered together. In the past, although there were frictions between the immortal sects and the noble families, the relationship on the surface was still good.

It is normal for young disciples to meet each other, chat and laugh, and discuss new things.

But now, such relaxed conversations are rare.

Most people had gloomy faces and heard the news. The atmosphere in the square was very serious.

To the left of the Swallow Tower, beside the gurgling stream halfway up the mountain, among the lush maple leaves, there is another quaint octagonal pavilion.

There were two figures, one tall and one short, talking in the pavilion. The short one was dark and fat, with an ordinary face, and was wearing a fiery red Taoist robe.

This fat man's name is Master Mu Yi, and he is the leader of the Lingxiao Sect, one of the three major immortal sects in Jiang and E.

Among the three major immortal sects, Wuji Sword Sect is the strongest, while Lingxiao Sect is the weakest. It has always been at the bottom. From the beginning of the sect's establishment to now, no cultivator above Tiangui has been born.

The reason why it can be ranked among the immortal sects and has such an extraordinary status is mainly because the Lingxiao Sect has a considerable background and can enjoy the shade by leaning on a big tree.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were three main Taoist sects, namely Zhenyi, Dadao, and Jingming.

The Lingxiao Sect is one of the twelve branches of the Jingming lineage.

The mythical battlefield came, and Master Mu Yi felt that there was no hope of winning the battle. Moreover, Lingxiao Sect was different from the other two major immortal sects. The Jingming Sect, which was backed by the three main branches of Taoism, would only return to its original sect even if it left the Jiang-E area. There was no so-called serious loss of vitality.

Therefore, there is no consideration.

Master Mu Yi planned to leave with his disciples and elders, as well as the resources and wealth he had accumulated over the years. But it was not so easy to leave.

Because the Immortal Sect has been developing for so many years, the resources and population of an entire state have all been absorbed.

It is natural that we should shoulder the responsibility of maintaining local stability. This is a common sense.

Now in danger.

Even before the war really started, they just rolled up their bedding and ran away.

This is no different from a deserter on the battlefield; it is despicable.

When Meng Huan organized this consultation, Master Mu Yi had a premonition that there would definitely be a conflict and that he would not leave so easily.

But he still chose to attend the meeting in person, and the black fat man had a confident expression on his face. The reason for this was the white-browed Taoist beside him.

The Taoist had white hair and eyebrows and looked to be in his seventies.

But his face was ruddy, his eyes were sharp, and his strong muscles made the Taoist robe, which should have been loose, bulge out.

Especially the ends of his hair, which were tied into a small braid. He had copper rings on his arms and a sinister look on his face. Just standing there motionless, at a glance, he gave people a strong sense of oppression.

This Taoist is named Huang Long, and he is a supreme elder in the Jingming Sect.

According to seniority, he is the uncle of Master Mu Yi. He is extremely powerful and has suppressed the demon god in Changshengtian. But he is also very irritable. At this time, Master Mu Yi was very cautious when talking to him.

Complete the report of what has happened during this period of time.

Taoist Huang Long's expression became increasingly gloomy. He cursed in a low voice, "What a coward!"

"As a dignified immortal sect, we have to look at other people's faces and rely on others whenever we come and go. It has really brought shame to our Jingming lineage to such a state!"

Master Mu Yi lowered his head, but did not dare to refute.

He just continued, "During this meeting, these two people need Master to be careful."

He took out a stack of straw paper from his bosom and handed it to Taoist Huanglong. The latter took it, but just glanced at it casually, then stretched out his hand and shook his arm, and the straw paper turned into fine powder, which was blown away by the wind in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

"I understand." Taoist Huanglong just nodded, but obviously did not take the above content to heart.

Seeing this situation, Master Mu Yi felt a little worried.

"Meng Huan is fine, but Su Heng has an undefeated record in battles with King Dingxuan of Qingzhou." Master Mu Yi lowered his head and added cautiously.

"Oh, really?" Taoist Huanglong raised his sword-like eyebrows, looking a little surprised.

But thinking about his attitude in front of his nephew just now, he couldn't lose face.

"So what? King Dingxuan was seriously injured and can only exert 50% of his strength. Even if it's a draw, it doesn't mean anything." Taoist Huanglong patted Master Mu Yi on the shoulder and said firmly, "With me here, you can rest assured. There won't be any trouble!"

"That's good. Thank you for your help, Uncle Master." Seeing that Taoist Huanglong was still full of confidence and seemed to have won.

Master Mu Yi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his dark and fat face.

"In that case, let's go meet these people." Master Mu Yi struck while the iron was hot.

"Okay!" Taoist Huang Long raised his head and sneered, "Let me see what kind of heroes there are in this Jiang-E area."

(End of this chapter)