At the bend of the river, ice floes collided with the shore, leaving deep and shallow marks. A khaki-colored tent stood beside the river. The surrounding mud and water were dyed black as if tainted blood had accumulated over the years.
Ever since the people of Ashura Temple moved into the Yellow Tent, this place had been filled with killing and blood. The grassland experts were reluctant to approach and vacated a large area around the tent.
Mengqi was wearing a brocade robe with his hair tied up in a bun with a wooden hairpin. His eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, but his face was pale as if he would go crazy at any time. He slowly walked toward the Yellow Tent with his hands behind his back.
"Please." The two Ashura Temple disciples who had enlightened the Acupores just looked at Mengqi and felt their Vital Spirits tremble as if Grand Asura Meng Nan was standing in front of them. They did not stop him or report to their master but let him in directly.
Mengqi stretched out his left hand and lifted the tent flap. Before he entered, he smiled and said, "Sha Ma, your disciple is still too green."
"No matter how mature he is, he can't resist the Superlative Evil Thoughts?" A deep, drum-like voice came from the person sitting at the head of the tent. He had a high nose, wide eyes, blue eyes, and brown hair. He was a typical person of the West Regions. His facial features were sharp, but his hands were twice the size of a normal person, as if he could crush someone's head with one hand. He was surrounded by a murderous aura. He was Sha Ma Huo, the Asura King who cultivated the Luohou Form.
Two disciples stood behind Luo Hou, both in their twenties. One of them was tall and straight, with strong facial features and a bloodthirsty cruelty in his eyes. The other was eight feet tall and muscular. He wore a black fur coat that resembled a kasaya but was not. His eyes were violent, filled with the feeling that he could fly into a rage at any time. They were none other than the Ashura Temple disciple that Meng Qi knew, Lou Jia, who cultivated the "Angry Look". A few years had passed, but even though his realm was higher than Meng Qi's, he had yet to cross the first step of the Celestial Ladder.
There was another person sitting in the tent. He looked old and wore a blood-red robe. His white hair was thick and strange like a thin snake.
"You're here too, Vermin?" Mengqi smiled as if he had returned to his own hall. He asked casually and found a place to sit leisurely.
This old man was the "liaison" sent by the Blood Sea Rakshasa, the Venerable of Vermins.
"You can come, but I can't?" Venerable of Vermins snorted coldly. He was old and had a high seniority. He had never liked pretentious juniors like 'Devil of Malice'.
There were also two disciples of the Bloody Garment Cult standing behind him. They were both men in crimson robes. Their eyes were filled with madness and only fear of the strong. There was no other humanity in them. One of them had a thick bloodline that was visible to the naked eye, and the other had a row of baby heads hanging from his waist.
Luo Hou did not introduce Lou Jia and the others behind him. There was no need for him to do so. Everyone present was a grandmaster and they had never seen an Exterior master who had not even crossed the first step of the Celestial Ladder. He rapped his huge palm on the table in front of him and said in a low voice, "Abominable Devil, there's an old saying in your Central Plains that no one visits a temple without a cause. We also have a saying in the West Regions that it's better to fight a straightforward person than to drink with a lingering person. Speak your mind."
You want me to say it just because you want me to? I don't have the air of a grandmaster at all! Mengqi leisurely flipped the upside-down bronze goblet in front of him. He took the wineskin and filled a goblet with wine. He placed it in his mouth without tasting it. His eyes narrowed and his nose twitched as he enjoyed the aroma of the wine.
When he was done, Mengqi looked up at Luo Hou and pointed at the tall man with strong features. "Is this your personal disciple?"
At his current realm, Mengqi could roughly determine a person's Dharma Form by sensing the direction of their bloodline, the abnormalities of their Aperture acupoints, and some characteristics. It was obvious that the man was also a "Dharma Form of Luo Hou".
"Yes, I've just reached the Exterior level." Luo Hou was slightly impatient.
This was the flaw of the Ashura Temple's skills. It brought about rage, irritation, bloodlust, and a thirst for battle. To a large extent, one's achievements depended on whether one could restrain and control these emotions.
"So it's that Luo Hou Junior who was ranked third on the Ranking List of Young Masters …" Mengqi still did not get to the point.
The look in Luo Hou Junior's eyes did not change, but his posture seemed to have become even straighter and more arrogant. Lou Jia, who was beside him, seemed to be growing more irritable and angry.
The two disciples behind Venerable of Vermins looked at Luo Hou with a sense of comparison.
"There are so many people in the top three on the Ranking List of Young Masters that you can't even count. What's the point of mentioning this?" Luo Hou said bluntly. "Devil of Malice, are you here for the previous battle?"
"So you're here for that too, Venerable of Vermins?" Mengqi did not answer Luo Hou. He turned to look at Venerable of Vermins with a faint smile.
Venerable of Vermins asked in a serious voice, "Can't I?"
Luo Hou, who was sitting at the head of the table, grew increasingly impatient. He felt that talking to "Devil of Malice" was like punching cotton. He could not get to the point and felt indescribably uncomfortable.
In a short time, Mengqi had "grasped" the emotional changes in the Yellow Tent and was using them to practice the Yuan Xin Seal.
Only then did he slowly reply, "Of course I can. I just wanted to ask you two how you feel so that I won't have to go to the Green Tent."
"What can I feel? Since the Great Khan has defeated Lu Da and Chong He, other feelings are no longer important. "Venerable of Vermins' wrinkles appeared on his face as he smiled ferociously.
Luo Hou did not answer but asked instead, "Devil of Malice, how do you feel?"
"Lu Da and Chong He have unknowingly broken through the obstacles and become Earth Immortals. I'm afraid the Great Khan can no longer sweep the Central Plains, but if we join forces, we'll be able to deal with Kong Wen and He Qi. The outcome is still clear, so there's no need to worry." Mengqi looked confident. "When the time comes, all the sects will be destroyed, all the forces will be overthrown, and the power of the world will be rewritten. As long as we follow the Great Khan, we'll definitely reap great benefits."
There seemed to be nothing wrong with what he said, but Luo Hou Junior and Lou Jia frowned. "As long as we follow the Great Khan?"
Suddenly, the sound of bells, bells, and chanting came from outside. It was ethereal and holy. The tent was lifted, and a pair of spotless white boots entered the sight of Luo Hou and the others. Then, a delicate face appeared. She had an ethereal temperament, and a faint smile hung on the corner of her mouth. White lotuses floated around her, and there was a hint of cleverness in her holiness.
Behind her was a skinny old man with a majestic breath. He held a green lamp in his hand. The flame was as small as a bean and did not move at all. The dim yellow light shone on her white dress, bringing out the warmth of home and the nobility of a mother.
Luo Hou Junior, Lou Jia, and the two disciples of the Blood-robed Cult were all attracted to her. They stared at her, as if they had just walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood and met the flawless fairy in their hearts.
"Gu Xiaosang!" Mengqi's heart skipped a beat, but soon returned to normal. He had just replaced Devil of Malice and he had already run into familiar faces. "Isn't this Gu Xiaosang?"
Gu Xiaosang walked gracefully and looked around with a faint smile. "Asura King, please forgive me for visiting in the middle of the night."
As she spoke, she found a seat and sat down. Luo Hou Junior and the others followed her as if they could not take their eyes off her.
"Is this the Goddess of Big Luo with unparalleled beauty?
She really deserves her reputation. Hearing about her is not as good as meeting her in person! "
Even Venerable of Vermins and Luo Hou could not help but take a few more glances at her until the Celestial Lamp Ambassador cast his emotionless gaze over.
Looking at the Celestial Lamp Ambassador, who ranked 66th on the Terrestrial Rankings, standing respectfully beside Gu Xiaosang without sitting down, looking at the Venerable of Vermins and Luo Hou's covetous and fearful expressions, looking at Luo Hou Junior, Lou Jia, and the others' lustful and longing gazes, Mengqi suddenly had a subtle feeling that he had never really examined Gu Xiaosang.
"Her position in the Luo Denomination is so high that even a grandmaster can stand beside her without any complaints?"
The holy and noble aura she was displaying now was different from the cheeky and temperamental one in front of him. Which one was the real her?
Come to think of it, he had never seen how she behaved in front of others …
Gu Xiaosang looked at Luo Hou with a smile. "Seniors, are you discussing the previous battle?"
"Yes, Lu Da and Chong He have suddenly become Earth Immortals. It's hard to avoid feeling uneasy." Mengqi took the initiative to strike up a conversation to see if he could get any important information out of him.
The smile on Gu Xiaosang's face did not waver. "It was indeed unexpected, but there are many things that can't be undone. Don't you think so, seniors?"
Luo Hou and Mengqi frowned slightly, not knowing what she was referring to. Only Venerable of Vermins was a little emotional, but he quickly calmed down and said with a hoarse laugh, "Of course, the Great Khan's strength has been completely revealed. The Blood-robed Cult will certainly join in!"
Eh? The Rakshasa of the Bloody Sea hasn't even said anything, and you've already made a promise? Or had the Blood-robed Cult made up their mind? Mengqi suddenly felt puzzled.
Gu Xiaosang's eyes turned clear and she said, "After Gao Lan achieved Dharmakaya, he became ambitious. He tried to collude with the Great Khan to go south and kill one of Chong He and Lu Da at the critical moment. Then he betrayed them and joined forces with the other one to expel the Great Khan. This was to balance the strength of the aristocratic families and sects. But now that the three of them have broken through, he can no longer play a decisive role. His plan has completely failed."
The news she revealed was quite shocking. Both Luo Hou and Venerable of Vermins were a little stunned. They asked in unison,
"Gao Lan has defected to the grassland?"
One was happy while the other was nervous.
"This girl's words are full of lies and lies. She didn't mention anything about the Emperor's Sword …" Mengqi looked at Gu Xiaosang's fair and holy face and cursed in his heart.
"How could she say such things so openly? Is she not worried about leaking the secret?"
"Now he can't back down." Gu Xiaosang smiled faintly. "In order to prove his sincerity, he roped in many forces to form an alliance with the grassland, such as the Cao family of Peijing. Now that they have seen the power of the Great Khan, they have abandoned him and completely surrendered to the Great Khan. This is the Cao family's proof of allegiance."
She took out a head with long hair and a handsome face. Its eyes were wide open and full of disbelief. Blood was still flowing and dripping down Gu Xiaosang's hand.
"Cao Xianzhi?" "Cao Xianzhi, the Lord of Purity and Magic!" Mengqi's heart suddenly contracted and he almost lost control!
"Cao Xianzhi is dead?"
"He, who has the Eight Nine Mysteries and became a grandmaster, was killed?"
"Based on the Eight Nine Mysteries' premonition of danger, Cao Xianzhi should have reacted even if someone close to him attacked!"
"With the Eight Nine Mysteries' tyrannical power, even if several grandmasters of the Cao family attacked together, and even if they used divine weapons, he would still have a chance to escape!"
Gu Xiaosang's small face was as fair as jade. Her smile was faint and faint. In front of her was a hideous head that died with its eyes wide open. The two of them complemented each other, giving her a kind of demonic charm.
She was as beautiful as jade and could kill with a smile. This demoness was a genuine demoness.
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