Along with the voice of Zen Master, the atmosphere in the grand hall had changed constantly.
The people felt it was absurd in addition to being shocked.
Earlier, the situation was so serious that all the sects and the Imperial court sent letters one after another, as if a storm was coming and the Underworld was about to invade. Bu Qiuxiao slammed the table and stood up; but in the next moment, that important figure from the Underworld had died.
The small black wild cat sensed something was out of place. He meowed fearfully and ran to the distance again.
The people suddenly thought of a problem. What Zen Master said was that the Twelfth Priest was killed by the Cultivationists of Aoyama on the Cold Mountain, but Aoyama was in the far south, tens of thousands of miles away from the Cold Mountain … This matter was obviously suspicious, but many people hadn't figured it out yet. Even if they thought of it, they couldn't say it out loud.
The autumn light and shadow shone on the outside of the grand hall. The bell had stopped ringing, and the voice of Bai Zao rang out again.
"Why is the Cultivationists of Aoyama there?"
The sky was so vast that no two birds would bump into each other, unless the eagles were ready to strike.
Jing Jiu didn't answer this question. It was Gu Qing who did.
He said calmly, "It's because it's what we should do."
This answer was in line with the status of the sect master of Aoyama and the style of the leader of the orthodox sects, but it also meant that it was a tasteless official statement.
Like Zhao Layue, Gu Qing had guessed Jing Jiu's plan, though he didn't see Tong Yan enter the Underworld from the Heavenly Well.
The reason why the Zhongzhou School asked the Aoyama Sect to give in was straightforward: it was because there were no devils of the Underworld in Chaotian to kill them. Didn't they have them now?
Jing Jiu stood up, ready to leave.
Bai Zao asked him, "Is this just the beginning?"
"Yes," Jing Jiu said.
Bai Zao said, "Shall we wait a few more days in the Guocheng Temple?"
Jing Jiu nodded calmly and walked out of the hall.
Zhuo Rusui crossed his arms and followed. His eyelids were still drooping, but his head was raised quite high. His nostrils were very clear as he stared at them.
Holding the Sword of the Universe in his arms, Gu Qing followed behind them. The sense of coldness coming out from the layers of coarse cloth was no longer cold, but a faint intent of killing.
Zhao Layue walked at the back with A 'Da in her arms. The white cat narrowed his eyes and looked at the people in front of him. His eyes were filled with contempt and mockery.
The people of Aoyama left, and the conference could only come to an end.
Some people were discussing the movements in the Underworld nervously. Some people came to the front of Zen Master to greet him and ask for a confirmation. Some people were talking to Bu Qiuxiao in a low voice.
But no matter who it was, the one who paid the most attention to Bai Zhenren.
The seemingly real cloud and fog prevented people from seeing Bai Zhenren's face and expression, so they couldn't tell what she was thinking and feeling.
They only knew that she didn't say anything else today except for asking the Kunlun Sect to give up the investigation of that murder case.
Zhen Tao also sensed the strangeness of this matter. Hearing the discussions around her, she said worriedly, "This is too much of a coincidence. Everyone can see the problem."
Que Niang said nothing with a smile. She thought that her Master must have calculated everything before he came to the Guocheng Temple. How could anyone predict his chess skills better than his?
Sensei glanced at her. She wanted to pull Zhen Tao away from her, but thinking of the recent rumor in the Cultivation circle, she asked curiously, "I heard that you have taken him as your Master?"
"Yes," Que Niang said with a smile.
Sensei suddenly felt that Que Niang was much more pleasing to the eye. She asked Que Niang and Zhen Tao, "Do you know the Twelfth Priest?"
Que Niang and Zhen Tao shook their heads.
"My mother told me that he was a formidable figure, very ambitious and murderous. He had many supporters in the Underworld, but he had never come to the surface of the earth."
Sensei arched her eyebrows and continued contentedly, "Such a figure came to the surface of the earth, but died before he could cause any trouble. It's because the Aoyama Sect had prepared for this."
Zhen Tao asked worriedly, "How will the Aoyama Sect explain this matter?"
Sensei said, "Killing the Twelfth Priest is a great contribution to the human race. What's there to explain?"
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It was said that it was the golden autumn season, but the autumn on the Cold Mountain was white, because of the white frosted grass and the early snowfall. The cold wind traveled through the fields, harvesting all the green plants and freezing all the clear water. Only the warm wind brought by the lava from the cracks in the ground could soften the ground, but it couldn't change the white color of the earth.
In this white world, the red color was so conspicuous that it could be seen even if one looked down from the sky.
It was a short man, wearing a red robe, lying on the desolate field.
This was the common dress of the priests of the Underworld, which was different from the colorful dress of the royal family.
With his body as the center, innumerable deep cracks extended to the surrounding fields and mountains, with no end in sight.
The lava gushed out from the cracks in the distance, and a large part of the nearby cliff had collapsed. The smoke and dust had settled down and covered the ground evenly, indicating that an intense and high-level fight had taken place here.
There was an extremely strange and powerful aura in the short man's body. At this moment, it was also gradually drifting towards the heavens and earth through the cracks.
He was the Twelfth Priest of the Underworld.
He opened his eyes wide and looked at the gray sky. The strange glow in his eyes grew dimmer, and the vitality in his eyes faded away, leaving only a bewildered expression.
It was until then that he still couldn't figure out what had happened.
The reason he took the risk to leave the Underworld and come to the surface of Chaotian through the secret passage was to find the Seal of the King Of The Underworld.
According to the Zhongzhou School, the Grand Priest and the Underworld Master were both deceived by Jing Jiu, and the Seal of the King Of The Underworld was not in Aoyama.
He intended to find a Fire Carp in the fire source at the bottom of the Cold Mountain. It was said that the Fire Carp had a broken piece of the Sun Banner.
Next, he would find a deviant practitioner of the human race named Su Ziye. He would find the traces of Taiping Zhenren through this person and obtain the Seal of the King Of The Underworld in the end.
These clues were quite clear, and they seemed to be flawless; but … why did he encounter the ambush of the swordsmen of the human race as soon as he left the Underworld?
Looking at the sky, the Twelfth Priest suddenly felt that there seemed to be a shapeless Underworld River hidden in the burning fireball, which was descending slowly. Was this the omen of death?
He had cultivated diligently for one hundred years and tempered his body in the Underworld River for thirty thousand days and nights; was he going to return to the Underworld River like this? He was truly unwilling to accept this fate, because he had many things to do. He wanted to become the Grand Priest and even the new King Of The Underworld; he even wanted to lead the army of the Underworld to Chaotian and bring back the glory of his ancestors …
Ah, was that the rumored sunlight?
He squinted his eyes with difficulty, thinking that the sunlight was not as beautiful as rumored, and the sunlight was too dazzling; it was not as comfortable as the heavenly fire.
At the last moment of his life, he suddenly felt remorseful for a brief moment, wondering why he and his tribesmen had to risk their lives for such a dazzling fireball. Having thought of this, the Twelfth Priest stopped breathing and closed his eyes. His Soul-Fire dissipated into countless glowing specks and was burned into a puff of green smoke by a sword fire descending from the sky, nowhere to be found.
Among the swordsmen of the new generation in the Underworld, the Twelfth Priest was undoubtedly the greatest threat to the human race.
He was ambitious, strong-willed, far-sighted, and cruel in his methods. Most importantly, he had a lot of room for growth.
This was the first time he had come to the surface of Chaotian.
And it was also the last time.
In fact, what he encountered was not an ambush, because the attacker was only one person. … …
A Daoist in green clothing stood on a barren mountain a few miles away.
The appearance of the Daoist in green clothing was quite ordinary, which didn't match his profound and profound Cultivation state.
After ascertaining that the Twelfth Priest was dead and his Soul-Fire had been extinguished, the Daoist in green reached out his hand to call back his flying sword.
The sky grew dark instantly, and the sun was not as dazzling as before.
The flying sword was very bright, as if it had absorbed a portion of the sunlight.
As the cold wind rose, the Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church arrived by breaking through the air and landed on the peak top.
He cupped his hands to the Daoist in green clothing, and asked uncertainly, "Are you Guangyuan Zhenren?"
Guangyuan Zhenren was the peak master of Shiyue in Aoyama. He had always kept a low profile and seldom came out of the mountains. The Cultivation circle didn't know how powerful he was until the battle of the West Ocean a few years ago. Now that Fang Jingtian was behind death doors, he was the second most important figure in Aoyama in terms of strength.
The Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church hadn't seen Guangyuan Zhenren before, so he guessed his identity based on the bright flying sword.
The only sword that could compete with the scorching sun was the Sword of the Returning Sun of Shiyue Peak.
Guangyuan Zhenren returned the greeting, looking as dull as usual. "I heard that a devil man of the Underworld had sneaked into this place, so I came here to kill him," he said in a flat voice.
The Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church was a bit annoyed, thinking that this place was the Cold Mountain, and Aoyama was far away in the south, so it would take more than a day for the fastest Thoughtless Sword to come here. Did he come here to kill a devil man of the Underworld after knowing that there was a devil man of the Underworld? How did he kill him? Everybody knew that he must have been hiding here the entire time. But couldn't the Aoyama Sect be a bit more serious and find a reason to kill him?
The Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church noticed that Guangyuan Zhenren's green robe was a bit damaged, and his sword wills were a bit messy, so he realized that Guangyuan Zhenren must have been severely wounded. Looking at the patch of red in the barren land, his expression changed slightly, thinking that this devil man of the Underworld dared show up in his true body. Was he a disciple of the Underworld Master?
"The Twelfth Priest of the Underworld."
Guangyuan Zhenren added after a pause, "It seems so."
It was obvious that he had made a slip of the tongue.
The Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church didn't want to waste time here, heading toward the field.
A moment later, he and Guangyuan Zhenren came to the side of the corpse of the Twelfth Priest. Looking at the cracks between the field and the cliff and sensing the gloomy energy that hadn't disappeared completely, the Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church was certain that this Twelfth Priest of the Underworld was very powerful, and that it would be hard for him to kill him if he came alone. Thinking of this, the Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church couldn't help but feel impressed by Guangyuan Zhenren's Cultivation state, and at the same time, he was baffled by Aoyama's confidence. Why did the Aoyama Sect send only one person to face such a powerful devil man of the Underworld?
As he was thinking of this, the Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church suddenly heard the cry of an eagle on a distant mountain … No, it sounded like someone was singing.
The wooden expression on Guangyuan Zhenren's face had finally changed a bit, and he said with a stutter, "Young Sister … is drinking wine."
Looking at the mountain ten miles away, the Master of the Windy-Broadsword Church thought that the Peak Master Nan Wang had come as well.
Then, he saw an isolated band of wind and snow in the distance, realizing that Aoyama Sect had prepared well.
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When I passed by Shenyang years ago, I saw the Chess Board Mountain, so the chess tournament of the Plum Meeting in the Path to Heaven was held on this mountain. Que Niang couldn't forget the amazing game between Jing Jiu and Tong Yan until now. Today the Chess Board Mountain is on fire. It's really scary to watch the video. I hope everything is fine.
(End of this chapter)
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