Ghosts and gods are originally indifferent to existence, and they are not indifferent. Just like the Buddhist reincarnation, because some people believe it, they are in existence.

When the Siquan was still considering how to ensure that he knew who gathered nine remaining pictures at the first time, rumors spread in the Mount Schaeve. The specific news that the report was not verified, but the content was very touching: someone had gathered nine maps and learned that the Buddha-slaughtering sword was on the Black Rock Peak in the middle of the Mount Schaeve.

When Nalan Yan woke up, she saw Ziying still sitting aside with the purple gauze on her face, and she suspected that the other party was embarrassed because she was amazed by her appearance. Si Quan sat by the bonfire and was frowning. The rest of the good and evil birds on the ground were eaten by him.

"What's wrong with the official?"

Si Quan did not answer, but just handed the note in his hand to the other party.

"Are you stupid? This news sounds fake."

"There are fakes, but what do you think others will do when they know it?"

Nalan Yan thought about it and soon came up with the mystery. It would rather be trusted than trustless about this kind of thing. As long as people who have not gathered together with the map, they must go and test it. After all, such things cannot be missed or let go.

When Ziying heard the conversation between the two, she woke up and saw the information and immediately became disgusted.

“Someone wants to gather map holders in one place!”

"This is what I have always been worried about. In this way, it is possible to gather three maps."

Si Quan hated the monk Wujie. If he hadn't seriously injured himself and gave Jiang Tao an opportunity to take advantage of it, it wouldn't be a problem even if he stole the broken picture from Mu Wangshu's hand.

"What do the officials plan to do?"

"Don't you know my identity? This news came out last night. Not many people know about it yet. I have to treat it with the same principles."

Si Quan sneered in his heart, and if he wanted to spread rumors, no one could beat him.

The power of Xuanji Building was finally reflected at this time. Because the information of Xuanji Building preferential treatment to the personnel of this sect, some even only allowed the personnel of this sect to know, many people registered code names on the non-staff members of Xuanji Building. People entering the Shravas Mountains were mixed with all kinds of people, but most of them had the identity of Xuanji Building, of course, this was an unexpected surprise that the sergeant could never have imagined. After all, except for the number, everything else was fake, and Xuanji Building itself was difficult to find the other party's true identity.

Not far from the Black Rock Peak, a group of people were heading towards it. Suddenly a carrier pigeon landed on the shoulders of the man. Looking at the insider, the man looked ugly.

"What was said in the letter?"

A thin, green-faced old man with him took the note and frowned after reading it. This old man is also a famous man in the world, known as the green-faced wolf. As soon as he entered the world, he was frightened by blood and cruelty. He was unwilling tolerate the righteous path and joined the Ming Cult. He was honest and kind-hearted young man in front of him, and was Feng Ji, the saint of Ming Cult.

"It seems that no one will come"

Feng Ji said henhen, the news before was his idea, but now there are rumors that the four major cults set traps on the Black Rock Peak, preparing to attract heroes from all sides to the trap.

Although the two messages make people feel conflicted, they both point to Black Rock Peak. Most of the knights in the martial arts world are fussy. Of course, Si Quan would not think that this could stop everyone from being curious, so several messages were released in a row, aiming to disrupt everyone's sight. For example, the only unrepeated residual image was obtained by the ghost king Mu Wangshu; the Buddha-slaughtering sword was suppressed under the Reincarnation Tower of Wenwu Temple; Buddhist masters secretly protected the destined person, and would appear to prohibit killing whenever they were alive and died.

"Those old monks have bad tempers. Will they be in danger if you spread rumors like this?"

More than a dozen of the messages reported by the sect now say bad things about Buddhism, and Nalan Yan is worried.

"I was hurt like this by them, but I just said it was pretty good."

"Are you injured by a Buddhist?

Ziying's heart trembled. When Si Quan heard Si say that Mu Wangshu is not, he thought he was injured by Mu Wangshu.

"That's right? He was competing with people for a map. At a critical moment, Wujie suddenly attacked and seriously injured him. Then he signaled that Jiang Tao, Yin-Yang Sect, stabbed him in the back. If I hadn't appeared in time, I would have been murdered by them."

"There is still such a thing?"

Ziying was frightened. When she heard what Nalan Yan said, Buddhism collapsed in her heart.

"I also suspect that they colluded, but there is no sufficient evidence, so it's better not to alert the enemy first, so as not to cause killing disasters for yourself."

Si Quan looked at Nalan Yan tacitly: This woman is much more powerful than him in spreading rumors. Wujie Ben just wanted to stop a killing, but who told him to provoke a villain like Si Quan!

"As sooner or later, we will find evidence for this kind of thing. Next, we should act carefully. If there is any situation, let go of the Buddha-slaughtering sword and leave here."

Upon hearing this, Si Quan felt a little guilty and used Ziying's trust in herself to make her conviction of Buddhism.

"Go back to the original plan and find someone who is most likely to get the map together."

Because of the injury, Siquan rested in the stone forest for four or five days in the asylum. Somewhere in the stone forest, Mu Hua and his party had just found a way out.

Compared with those children of aristocratic families and descendants of religions with strong resources, some people achieved achievements through their own talents and hard work. The sages of the emperor acted in a low-key manner and liked to speak out in silence. The rumors about him in the world were the kind of people who joined the Tianqing Sect to make a fuss. The people he was familiar with, such as Zhou An, Ximen Yu, had already become famous.

Needless to say, Zhou An has been in the world for nearly ten years and has been famous all thanks to his fists. He is a famous young hero on the Dragon List. Ximen Yu has been wandering in the three states in recent months, defeating countless masters who come to challenge him. He had defeated Chu Xiu on the Tianqing Sect and was ranked third in the Dragon List, and his fame is still above Zhou An.

Anyone who has seen Zhou An knows that he has always followed two subordinates, Xue Qiyingjiu, and they are already among the top ten people on the killer list. The three of them are facing Donghuang Wankong and his group, whose martial arts are not inferior to them.

If we talk about Donghuang Wankong, he was also a person who was diligent in defending his ancestral property. Unfortunately, the leader intervened on Feihuang Peak for the battle. Shan Zhan did not compromise and split Zhenshen Mountain. If he wanted to reorganize the ancestral property, he had to deal with Shan Zhan first, but the opponent's force was above him, and the Buddha-slaughtering sword became his current hope.

On the grass, the two brothers Dong Mofei fought against the Blood Seven Ying Jiu evenly, and Donghuang Wank and Zhou An could no longer tell who was who. Flying sand and stones and dust were shrouded in dust. Zhou An became more and more brave as he fought, and Donghuang Wank became more and more shocked. In his opinion, Zhou An was just a late junior, but his martial arts were not much worse than himself. This was only tenth on the dragon list. Wouldn't the one who was even ahead of him? The outside world was so terrible!

"I can spare your life by handing over the map. You are still young, so there is no need to ruin a bright future for the mere map."

Donghuang Wankong took the upper hand and began to induce the other party.

"Haha, it's ridiculous. If you're not as good as someone, why not die in battle?"

Zhou An's momentum was even stronger. Although his strength was insufficient, his invisible arrogant attitude made Donghuang Wankong suffocate when he saw it. He sincerely sighed that this son was not the golden scale in the pool.

"I'm still too young, so I'll just treat this map as a fee to teach you a lesson!"

Donghuang Wankong no longer dragged on it, his internal force gathered on the sword body, and the long sword in his hand buzzed, and his destructive moves were striking towards Zhou An.

Seeing Donghuang Wankong's stronger killer moves coming, Zhou An's eyes gushed in his fighting spirit and suddenly greeted the opponent with the power of Zhuxian and slaughtering Buddha. A pair of iron-hard evil clutches used to slaughter the opponent's long sword. The Buddha-slaughtering sword would be the most suitable weapon for him.

"Hmph, so arrogant."

Donghuang Wankong seemed to have seen a scene of a superstar being torn apart by himself before it even took off, but at this time he was reluctant to let go. In the flash of lightning, the two of them faced each other.

"How is that possible?"

The dust scattered, and Zhou An stood up without any damage. Donghuang Wankong couldn't believe that it was his long sword that broke.

"This is the map you want, Blood Seven Warblers Nine, let's go."

Zhou An threw out the only three map fragments on his body and exhausted all his internal strength and was difficult to recover in a short period of time. Since he could not fight again, he had to call his two subordinates to leave.

"This is how you should have a child!"

Donghuang Wankong looked at Zhou An and sighed, "If there were such young descendants in Zhenshen Mountain, he would be at ease even if he was born."

"President Dong, long time no see!"

Donghuang Wank turned around, and a man and two women walked in the morning light.

"It turned out that Young Master Si was here. I think it was not a chance encounter, right?"

Donghuang Wankong frowned. After the Gods Conference, he inquired about the information on the monarchy. He looked down on such a soft-hearted young man from the bottom of his heart, and even embarrassed his ancestors.

"I heard that Shan Zhan rebelled from the sect and established an organization called Liushi, so did the Eastern Chief Sect allow it?"

"This school is confidential, and there is no way to tell me."

"You are powerless to stop it?"

"There is still important things to do. If Young Master Si is here to mock me, I will not be with you."

Donghuang Wankong and his group all shared the same hatred for the enemy. Although the entrusted power had a good wife, the sage can be killed but not humiliated.

"I can help you get rid of the mountain war"

When Donghuang Wankong heard this, his face changed and his figure stopped immediately. This temptation was too great for him. If this could be done, why would he have to worry about fighting for the Buddha-slaughtering sword?

"What conditions"

"Destroying Shan Zhan and his followers was just a matter of me closing the door, but the Buddha-slaughtering sword is hard to come by, and I need you to help me seize it."

"I'm not sure so many people are eyeing the Buddha-slaughtering sword."

Donghuang Wankong wanted to agree at once, but the chances of fighting for the Buddha-slaughtering Sword are slim, so he is no longer the chance.

"Of course it's not for you to get it. As long as you help me at the last moment, as soon as the Buddha-slaughtering sword is obtained, I will immediately let someone deal with the mountain war."

"good"

Donghuang Wankong doesn't agree, it's because he has a brain problem

, Compared with hundreds of years of ancestral property, what is a mere Buddha-slaughtering knife?

While Siquan was talking about cooperation with Donghuang Wankong, the battle in the Mount Schaeve was still in full swing. A gray-eyed green man specialized in finding soft persimmons. He won dozens of map fragments and had four effective ones. He was proudly looking for the next target, but he was also regarded as a prey by others.

When he saw the visitor, 6 Qing was confused: he was about the same age as himself, but his outfit was very arrogant. From the tip of his head to the soles of his shoes, all of which were red and red that made people want to beat him when they saw him, but his entourage had an unfathomable master. He was already a first-class swordsman in the mid-stage period and could not sense the opponent's background. He could only be a master or above.

"If you want to survive, hand over all the map fragments."

6 Qing was unhappy. Although the other party spoke like a gangster bandit, unfortunately he was as difficult as a good woman to resist.

"If you want it, come and get it yourself if you have the ability!"

6 Qing took out two maps and shook them. It was obvious that he was angry that the young man could feel that he was weaker than him.

"Want to duel with me? So brave, do you know who I am?"

6 Qing saw that the other party had good martial arts talent, but he was essentially a second-generation ancestor.

"Now maybe someone knows that I won't let you disappear from now on."

6 Qing said harshly, and the green-legged sword on his waist was out of the sheath, secretly planning: outnumbered and inferior to others, he must first threaten the hot man in front of him as a threat.

“It’s coming just right”

The person who came was not afraid at all. No one dared to hurt him since he was a child. The reason why he targeted Liu Qing was because the other party’s unconventional outfit stole his attention.

"Haha, I won't be with you anymore."
To be continued...