Black Pot quickly gave Chen Luoyang the answer he was looking for.
Blood mist rose from the mouth of the pot and condensed into a long article written in blood.
Chen Luoyang read through Nie Guangyuan's life experience and was deep in thought.
From these concise descriptions, it was temporarily impossible to see that the seat of honor of the White Tiger Hall had colluded with foreign enemies.
He also did not throw the Heavenly Stone of Two Extremes into the volcano. The sudden eruption of lava under the Ancient God Peak had nothing to do with him.
However, this man looked calm on the outside, but he was definitely an ambitious person.
He secretly managed his own loyal confidants and cultivated a private army.
Although it was just a simple mention, it had already attracted Chen Luoyang's attention.
It was not certain that Nie Guangyuan already had the intention to rebel, but it was obvious that he had a strong desire for power and was unwilling to be under others.
This might be related to the current situation of the four inner halls of the Devil religion.
Among the four seats of honor, the strongest was undoubtedly the seat of honor of the Rosefinch Hall, one of the Five Emperors of China.
He was recognized as the second most powerful person in the Devil religion, second only to the Hierarch Chen Luoyang. He was also very young and had unlimited potential.
Not to mention within the Devil religion, even in the entire Divine Land, he was undoubtedly a powerhouse.
In the religion, although he was suppressed by the Hierarch, no one dared to belittle him.
The four seats of honor were originally of the same level. In theory, there was no difference between them.
However, because the current seat of honor of the Rosefinch Hall was too powerful, he was known as the Grand Master.
If the Grand Master of the Emperor Wu Realm could be disregarded for the time being, then there was still the seat of honor of the Blue Dragon Hall, Chen Chuhua, in the four halls.
Chen Chuhua was the same age as Nie Guangyuan, but the cultivation base of the twelfth realm was one realm higher than that of the eleventh realm Nie Guangyuan.
In addition, although Chen Luoyang had yet to figure out the relationship between this sister and the Hierarch, it was certain that they were extremely close.
If there was a ranking among the four First Seats, Chen Chuhua would definitely be above Nie Guangyuan.
In fact, the people within the Devil religion did respectfully address Chen Chuhua as the Second Seat, second only to the First Seat of Rosefinch.
As for the Basaltic Temple's First Seat, Su Wei, he had yet to condense the true meaning of martial arts and become King Wu.
But because of the special function of the Basaltic Temple, the requirements for the First Seat's martial arts realm were not so strict.
No one would simply judge whether a God of Fortune was competent or not based solely on the level of cultivation and strength.
Besides, Su Wei couldn't beat Nie Guangyuan, but his brother could.
In a sense, the two brothers, Su Wei and Su Ye, could be regarded as the same person within the Devil religion.
If that was the case, then such a person who excelled in both the pen and the sword would definitely be in the top five in the Devil religion.
Of course, this was a bit of a bully.
But even if Nie Guangyuan could suppress Su Wei in the comparison of the four First Seats, there were still the First Seats of Rosefinch and Blue Dragon above him.
Besides the four First Seats, there were also the Left and Right Messengers by the Hierarch's side.
The Senate was left idle by the Hierarch.
But as the third expert of the Devil religion and the Great Elder of Emperor Wu, his status and prestige naturally couldn't be compared to the others.
Even if the old man had just suffered a setback in the hands of Emperor Xia, there would be a day when he would recover.
To Nie Guangyuan, the key to stimulating his self-esteem was that, not counting the entire Evil Cult from top to bottom, only the young and vigorous figures, he was not the number one person under Jiaozhu's command, he could only compete for the top three positions.
So Chen Luoyang wasn't too worried about him at the moment.
Nie Guangyuan didn't want to be inferior. First, he stared at Rosefinch and Blue Dragon.
His ability and ambition weren't enough to threaten the Hierarch for the time being.
Chen Luoyang even felt that the Hierarch might have known about it before. Instead, he deliberately encouraged and encouraged Nie Guangyuan's ambition.
Or in other words, he fully mobilized the other party's enthusiasm for work …
Rosefinch and Blue Dragon weren't easy to deal with either.
It wouldn't be easy for Nie Guangyuan to topple these two people.
"This should be a way to keep the emperor in check …" Chen Luoyang thought.
He didn't have to worry about Nie Guangyuan for the time being.
But he still had to pay attention to the follow-up from time to time.
If this White Tiger Hall's First Seat could really become second only to one and above tens of thousands, then his ambition would be another matter.
Chen Luoyang's mind connected with the mysterious black pot in his mind again.
Everyone on the mountain was a suspect.
It was hard to guard against a thief in the family. Nie Guangyuan was the Hierarch's confidant. If he was a traitor, it would be especially dangerous. So Chen Luoyang investigated him first.
The person who posed the greatest threat was naturally the Great Elder.
But the injured Emperor Wu was still Emperor Wu.
The blood red nectar in the black pot was limited. He couldn't get any information about him.
Chen Luoyang wanted to save the nectar for Emperor Xia or Rosefinch's First Seat.
So he skipped the Great Elder and investigated the Sixth Elder, Zhou Pancheng.
The Fourth Elder, Chai Han, was at the eleventh level. The Sixth Elder, Zhou Pancheng, was at the tenth level.
He had to be thrifty and save as much as he could …
Blood-red characters quickly condensed on the mouth of the pot. Chen Luoyang calmly read them.
…
While the Great Sect Master Chen was busy with his own matters, an unprecedented scene was happening in the sect. It was a scene that might never happen again.
From the Great Elders, the Basaltic Temple's First Seat, the Left Emissary, and many of the Devil religion's higher-ups, to some ordinary disciples of the Devil religion, all gathered in front of the stove in the kitchen. They watched the pots and kettles boil water.
The Basaltic Temple's kitchen manager, Chen Pi, led a group of cooks and cooks to stand aside in fear. They didn't know what was going on.
His own First Seat, Su Wei, waved his hand at them. The group of people retreated as if they had been pardoned, leaving the place to these inexplicably occupied big shots.
The Fourth Elder, Chai Han, the Sixth Elder, Zhou Pancheng, and the Seventh Elder, Shangguan Song, were all expressionless.
Beside them stood a tall, fat man who didn't make a sound.
But the young disciples of the Devil religion consciously avoided him and Su Ye.
The Black Tortoise, "Ghost Dragon", Su Ye.
The Rosefinch First, "Mad Tyrant", Lin Dongyi.
The two of them, one insane and one insane, kept strangers away.
It wasn't that there weren't big shots with higher status and stronger cultivation than them.
But at least the big shots were fair in their rewards and punishments.
The Ghost Dragon and Mad Tyrant couldn't be judged by common sense. Anyone who got close to them could die at any time, and it would be the kind of death where there wouldn't be a whole corpse.
The Rosefinch First, Lin Dongyi, had just been ordered to dig a tunnel to divert the water of the Dragon River.
When everything was almost ready, it was interrupted.
Fortunately, Xiao Yuntian's strength was above his. If someone else had passed the order, the consequences would have been terrible.
Silent, he stared at the pots and kettles.
"It's coming!" Zhang Tianheng suddenly shouted.
Everyone's attention was focused.
Even the elders who didn't look happy slightly straightened their expressions.
Then, a group of big shots who had the ability to destroy mountains and rivers watched the pot lids, kettles, and lids trembling and occasionally jumping …
The scene was quite funny, but everyone looked serious.
Su Wei muttered to himself, "I've seen this occasionally, but I've never thought about it."
"Tianheng." Xiao Yuntian called Zhang Tianheng.
He waved his hand, and the Great Phantom Technique formed a strange aura field, rolled up a large amount of water in the water tank, and then poured it on Zhang Tianheng like a waterfall.
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