Chapter 773 Shocking News
At the bend of the river, floating ice sometimes hits the shore, leaving deep or shallow marks. A yellowish-brown tent stands beside it, and the surrounding mud and water are bloody black, as if there has been bloody sediment year after year.
Ever since the people of Shura Temple moved into the "yellow tent", it has been full of killing and blood. The strong men on the grassland subconsciously don't want to get close, leaving a large area around.
Meng Qi is wearing a brocade robe, with a wooden hairpin tied up his hair. His eyes are full of vicissitudes, and he is indescribably mature and carefree, but his face is pale, hiding madness, as if he will go crazy at any time, and walks slowly towards the yellow tent with his hands behind his back.
"Please." The two awakened disciples of Shura Temple guarding the door just made contact with Meng Qi, and they felt their souls tremble, as if the great Asura Meng Nan was in front of him, without stopping him or reporting, and let him in directly.
Meng Qi stretched out his left hand and opened the tent. Before entering, he smiled calmly: "Shama, your disciples are still too immature."
"No matter how mature they are, they can't resist the intimidation of extremely evil thoughts?" A dull sound like beating a drum sounded from the person sitting at the top. He had a high nose and broad eyes, blue eyes and brown hair, a typical Westerner, with facial features as sharp as a knife, but a pair of hands that were twice the size of an ordinary person, as if they could crush someone's head with one hand. The whole body was filled with murderous blood and evil spirits. It was Shamahuo, the Asura King who practiced the "Rahu Dharma Image", and people often referred to him as Rahu.
Behind Luohou stood two disciples, both in their twenties. One was tall and straight, with strong features and bloodthirsty cruelty in his eyes. The other was eight feet tall, with strong muscles, wearing a black fur that looked like a cassock but not a cassock. His eyes were irritable and full of anger at any time. They were the Shura Temple disciples that Meng Qi knew, Loujia who practiced the "wrathful phase". After a few years, he was originally higher than Meng Qi, but he had not yet stepped over the first level of the ladder.
There was another person sitting in the tent, who looked old, wearing a blood-stained robe, and his white hair was thick and weird, like thin snakes.
"Wan Chong, are you here too?" Meng Qi smiled slightly, as if he had returned to his own hall, asked casually, and found a place to sit down at will, calm and leisurely.
This old man was the "liaison envoy" sent by the Blood Sea Rakshasa, the Venerable Wan Chong.
"You can come, but I can't?" Venerable Wan Chong snorted coldly. He was old and of high seniority, and he never liked the pretentious youngsters like "Extreme Evil Heavenly Demon".
Behind him stood two disciples of the Blood Robe Sect, both men, wearing dark red robes, with crazy eyes, only fearing the strong, without any other humanity. One had thick blood vessels visible to the naked eye, and the other had a row of baby heads hanging on his waist.
Luo Hou did not introduce Lou Jia and others behind him, and there was no need to introduce them. Everyone present was a master, and they had never looked at the scenery that had not even stepped over the first level of the ladder. He knocked on the table in front of him with his huge palm and said dully: "Extreme Evil, there is an old saying in your Central Plains that you don't go to the temple for no reason. We in the Western Regions also have a saying that it is better to fight with a straightforward person than to drink with a cunning person. Just say whatever you want."
You want me to say it, and I will say it? How un-masterly! Meng Qi slowly turned over the upside-down bronze wine cup in front of him, took the wine bag, poured a full cup, put it to his mouth, did not taste it, narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his nose slightly, and savored the aroma of the wine.
After doing all this, Meng Qi looked up at Luo Hou, pointing at the man with tough features and a tall figure: "Is this your direct disciple?"
At this level, Meng Qi can roughly judge the other party's Dharma image by sensing the direction of blood vessels, abnormal acupoints and some characteristics. That person is obviously also "Luo Hou Dharma Image".
"Yes, just promoted to the external scene." Luo Hou was a little impatient.
This is the defect of the Shura Temple's skills, which brings rage, irritability, bloodthirstiness and desire for battle. Whether they can restrain and control them will largely determine their achievements.
"It's the little Luo Hou who was ranked in the top three of the human list before..." Meng Qi still didn't get to the point.
Little Luohou's eyes did not change, but his posture seemed to be more upright, showing a bit of pride, and Loujia next to him seemed to be more irritable and angry.
The two disciples behind the Venerable Wan Chong looked at Luohou, with a hint of comparison.
"There are too many people in the top three of the human list to count, why are you talking about this?" Luohou said directly, "Ji'e, are you here for the previous battle?"
"So Wan Chong, you are here for this matter too?" Meng Qi did not answer Luohou, but turned to look at the Venerable Wan Chong, with a smile on his face.
The Venerable Wan Chong said in a serious tone: "No?"
Luohou, who was at the top, became more and more impatient, feeling that talking to the "Extreme Evil Demon" was like punching cotton, not being able to get the point right, and feeling indescribably uncomfortable.
However, in a short period of time, Meng Qi took the emotional changes in the yellow tent into his "palm" and used it to practice the Yuanxin Seal.
Until this time, he replied leisurely: "Of course, I just want to ask you how you feel, so as to save the trouble of going to the vicinity of the Qingzhang."
"What feelings can I have? Since the Khan has defeated Lu Da and Chonghe, other feelings are not important." The wrinkles on the face of Wan Chong Zun burst out one by one, and his smile was extremely ferocious.
Luo Hou did not answer but asked: "Ji E, how do you feel?"
"Lu Da and Chonghe have unknowingly broken through the obstacles and promoted to earthly immortals. The Khan may not be able to sweep across the Central Plains, but we will be able to deal with Kong Wen, He Qi and others together. The trend of victory and defeat is still clear, so there is no need to worry." Meng Qi looked confident, "When the time comes, one mountain gate after another will be broken, one force after another will be overthrown, and the situation in the world will be rewritten. As long as you follow the Khan, you will definitely get great benefits."
His words seemed to be without any problems, but little Luo Hou and Lou Jia frowned slightly when they heard it. As long as they follow the Khan?
Suddenly, the sound of bells, bells and chanting came from outside. It was misty, ethereal and sacred. The tent was opened and a pair of dust-free white boots first came into view of Luo Hu and others. Then a picture of Yi Xi appeared. She has a graceful and delicate face, an air of ethereal and refined appearance, a slight smile on her lips, and seemingly invisible white lotus flowers falling all over her body, revealing a bit of wisdom in her holiness.
Behind her was a skinny old man with a majestic aura, holding a green lantern in his hand. The light was as bright as a bean and did not move at all. The dim yellow light fell on the white skirt, bringing out the warmth of hometown and the nobility of mother.
The eyes of Xiao Luohu, Lou Jia and the Blood Clothes Sect disciples were all attracted to her, and they stared at her intently, as if they had just walked out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and met the flawless fairy in their hearts.
Gu Xiaosang! Meng Qi's heart skipped a beat, and then returned to normal. He had just replaced the extremely evil demon, and he met acquaintances one after another. Isn't this guy Gu Xiaosang!
Gu Xiaosang moved lightly, looking around with a half-smile but not a smile: "I came to visit you at night, and please forgive King Asura."
While she was talking, she found a seat and sat down. Xiao Luohu and others followed her with their eyes, as if they couldn't take their eyes away.
Is this the Daluo Saint who is said to have an unparalleled appearance?
It's really well-deserved. It's better to meet than to be famous!
Even Lord Wanchong and Luo Hu couldn't help but look at him a few more times, until the lantern god cast his emotionless gaze.
He looked at the lantern god who was ranked sixty-sixth on the earth list and stood respectfully beside Gu Xiaosang without sitting down. He looked at the coveted and fearful expressions of Master Wanchong and Luo Hu, and looked at Xiao Luohu, Lou Jia and others. With eyes full of lust, admiration and longing, Meng Qi suddenly felt a subtle feeling, as if he had never really looked at Gu Xiaosang.
Her status in the Luo Sect is so high that the Grand Master can serve her without any complaints?
The holiness and nobility she showed now were different from the weird, moody and moody person in front of her. Which one was the real her?
Speaking of which, I have never seen how she behaves in front of others...
Gu Xiaosang looked at Luo Hui with a smile: "Are the seniors discussing the previous battle?"
"Yes, Lu Da and Chong He's sudden promotion to Earth Immortal will inevitably make people uneasy." Meng Qi took the initiative to chat to see if he could get out any important news.
The smile on Gu Xiaosang's face remained unchanged: "It is indeed unexpected, but many things are irreversible. Do the seniors think it is true?"
Luo Hu and Meng Qi both frowned slightly, not knowing what she meant. Only Venerable Wan Zhong had some emotional ups and downs, then calmed down and said with a hoarse smile: "Of course, the strength of the Great Khan has been fully demonstrated, and I, the Blood Clothes Sect, will definitely participate in this grand event! "
Hey, you made a promise even before the Blood Sea Rakshasa said anything? Or is it that the Blood Clothes Sect has become determined? Meng Qi suddenly felt confused.
Gu Xiaosang's eyes moved with clear eyes, and he turned to say: "Gao Lan has ambitions behind the law. He tried to hook up the Khan to go south. He took action at the critical moment and killed one of Chong He and Lu Da, and then turned against him. We unite with the remaining Great Khan to balance the strength of the family and the sect, but now that the three have broken through, he can no longer play a decisive role, and the plan has completely failed."
The news she revealed was quite shocking, making both Luo Hu and Lord Wan Zhong a little stunned, and asked in unison:
"Gao Lan defected to the grassland?"
One happy and one worried.
The little girl spoke lies and lies, cheating people to death without paying for their lives, and didn't mention the Human Emperor Sword at all... Meng Qi looked at Gu Xiaosang's white and holy face and cursed inwardly.
She actually told this kind of thing openly, without worrying about leaking the secret at all?
"Now he is riding a tiger and it's hard to get off." Gu Xiaosang smiled lightly, "In order to prove his sincerity, he attracted many forces to form an alliance with the grassland, such as the Peking Cao family. Now that they saw the might of the Great Khan, they have abandoned him and completely surrendered. At the feet of the Great Khan, this is the certificate of surrender of the Cao family. "
She took out a head, with long hair disheveled, a handsome face, wide eyes, full of disbelief, and blood was still flowing, dripping down Gu Xiaosang's hand.
Cao Xianzhi? Qingyuan Miao Dao Zhenjun Cao Xianzhi! Meng Qi's heart suddenly contracted and almost lost control!
Cao Xianzhi actually died?
He was eighty-nine years pregnant and became a grandmaster, but he was actually killed?
With eighty-nine premonitions of danger, Cao Xianzhi shouldn't have no reaction even if someone close to him takes action!
With Bajiu's tyranny, even if several masters of the Cao family attack together, even if they use magic weapons, he still has a chance to escape!
Gu Xiaosang's face was as white as a jade, with a light smile. She held a ferocious head in front of her with eyes closed. The two contrasting features gave her an enchanting charm.
Beautiful as jade, chatting and laughing, killing people, the witch is a real witch.