A fertile land of thousands of miles, a majestic city of all ages.

Wushuang City.

In the city lord's mansion, Dugu Yifang looked gloomy and browsed the letter sent back from the second envoy of the Phantom Inner Demon in his hand. His eyes flashed and he snorted coldly, "Master of Heifeng Village... If you are still alive, that's fine. If you are really dead, just one Dongfang Bubai can't support your Heifeng Village's foundation. Any ambition and resource must match your strength..."

Having said that, Dugu Yifang ignored the serious injuries caused by the second envoy of the Phantom Inner Demon in the letter and forcibly suppressed his anger.

He knew that a small unbearable situation would cause great plans. No matter whether Jiang Dali and Xiongba fought to death or life, his powerful and difficult friends were not easy. Therefore, even though he was ambitious, he could not rashly start the war.

The only strategy nowadays is to wait for news.

If the Black Wind Village Master really dies or does not appear for a long time, then he has some ways to make Wushuang City get the best benefits in this battle with the World Club.

At the beginning, he and the Lord of Heifeng Village agreed that no matter how many Tianxiahui divisions he attacked, he would get 30% of the territory and resources as a battle.

In fact, nearly 90% of the attacked branches of the world have been taken over by his unparalleled city troops.

Of course, half of these are not territory attacked by Wushuang City.

However, the Heifeng Village was short of troops in Shenwu Kingdom, so after the attack on this territory, they were all handed over to Wushuang City's troops to take over.

Originally, if Jiang Dali was still alive, he certainly wouldn't dare to play any tricks.

But now Jiang Dali's life and death are uncertain. If he is really dead or seriously injured and disappeared, he can completely insist that the ninety-five-point earths occupied by Wushuang City are all defeated by Wushuang City.

Finally, according to the agreement, occupying 30% of the 90% of the territory and resources is the most abundant, and it is okay to give up the remaining 70%.

In this way, he has achieved the maximum profits of Wushuang City, which can not only block the public, but also seems to be doing things according to the agreement. Even if Jiang Dali and his friends have no reason to cause trouble for him.

The development of these 30% of the territory resources can also help Wushuang City develop rapidly. In the future, whether Heifeng Village, which has lost Jiang Dali, the leader of Heifeng Village, can still maintain such a large territory? It is a question between the two.

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Day 8.

Dongfang Bubai and others who were searching for Jiang Dali's whereabouts near Tianshan Mountains seemed to have given up completely after searching for a long time, and they all left one after another.

After King Nie left, he went to find his son Nie Feng, Dongfang Bubai and others returned to Song State by eagle, and Xiao Feng and others also followed.

The entire Tianshan Mountains, which was razed to the ground, completely returned to the loneliness before the establishment of the world.

Even the sweeping monk had already left and returned to Shaolin after one day of rescuing the dead souls.

On this day, the Tianshan Mountains, which had not snowed for a long time, suddenly started to snow, as if the sky was saddened by the death of a destined man who was once favored.

The snow is like a lemon, flying around in the gray Tianshan sky, mixed with the wind, like willow catkins flying, slowly falling down, spraying the Tianshan Mountains with a thin white film, white and shiny, simple and beautiful.

From a distance, the towering Tianshan Mountains were faintly visible, as if shrouded in fog, like clouds.

A burly old man in gray suddenly jumped a few times and arrived at the messy Tianshan Mountains shrouded by light white snow at a very fast speed.

His light skills are so high that he has no trace of walking on the snow.

Like a gust of wind, it reached the edge of a deep pit that was like a sky pond, with a slightly sad and sigh, like a lonely old man who lost his child.

But soon, the sadness disappeared and he became an extremely majestic old man again.

Looking carefully at the wide face under the hat, the domineering eyebrows like eagle wings, the deep tiger eyes, and the white beard that raised clouds...

sky!

He was like another dominant.

Apart from his head full of white hair, his deep ambition was not visible at all, and even his slightly kind eyes were slightly more kind. He clearly looked like the image of Xiongba, who had grown old.

He is naturally the father of Xiongba, the purple-clothed boss who once pursued the head of the seven demons.

At this time, he stood proudly by the cliff and sighed in a low tone, "My son, I have said a long time ago that I will stay in the east mountain without fear of no firewood. Unfortunately, you have just passed the easy-to-break. Fortunately, although your battle for hegemony was a failure, you still left Youruo, and you will still be a father. If you are a father, you will be revived for the world."

As soon as he finished speaking, purple aura appeared on his face, and his arms suddenly shook, revealing an extremely gorgeous purple dragon robe under the gray cloak. He jumped into the deep pit below, pointing at a little in the empty space inside the pit.

A few snarls.

The rocks cracked and exploded, revealing a piece of purple-black silk and a pool of dried blood in the gap.

Here, it was the place where Xiongba's body exploded to death. The purple-clothed boss turned his fingers and grabbed it, and suddenly grabbed the blood-stained stone with one claw. With a wave of waves, white smoke suddenly burst out from the stone, and blood was quickly sucked away with waves of white smoke.

The eldest brother in purple suddenly raised his head, and the light flashed slightly in the tiger's eyes. After using the Huiyuan Blood Hand to absorb the remaining essence and blood from the stone, his aura also became obscure and deep.

Suddenly, his palm flipped, and he raised his chest with one palm slowly closed his power. He looked around and said intimately, "It's a pity."

"It's a pity... My son's destiny has been broken with his death. I'm afraid that such destiny will not be born between heaven and earth..."

A cold and hostile voice suddenly came from his mind.

"Your son is gifted and if he does not die, he will become a great man. Unfortunately, he does not know how to keep a low profile, and he is also plotted against him, wasting his destiny in vain."

When Boss Ziyi heard the sound in his mind, his face bulged slightly and said in his heart, "You still don't want to tell me who designed Wuer?"

He was afraid of this consciousness in his mind, and he hated it, but in order to save his life, he had to surrender and obey his orders for the time being.

If it weren't for the other party, he wouldn't have stayed in the realm of heaven and man.

But to this day, he has always been conspiring and ambitions. He pretended to be crazy and extremely depressed, and wanted to numb the other party, find an opportunity to resist and swallow the powerful consciousness in his mind, and occupy all his skills.

This is certainly not an easy thing, but it is something that must be done to save his life. In order to achieve this goal, he would even rather watch his son die tragically.

The voice in his mind sneered coldly, "That person can unlock the ban on the divine stone. His skills are probably not inferior to me, and even surpass me. If a small vassal state can have such strength, hum, I will tell you, what can you do to him?

Unfortunately, I didn’t expect that I had reached the thirteenth level of the sutra and Wudao, and could not borrow the power of the Yuan Blood Hand to steal the destiny... But I have discovered another interesting thing."

"What's the matter?"

The eldest brother purple-clothed had this thought in his mind, and his eyes suddenly became bright and bloody, like a demon and a demon, and he couldn't help but point his hand.

Immediately, an invisible finger force accompanied by a lawless soul power rushed out and drilled into the gaps between the layers of stone piles below.

A mental scream immediately came from the gap in the stone pile, and then a weak soul shrouded in black light was restrained, twisting and waving under the finger force, presenting a handsome but ferocious face.

"It's you! Xie Tiao!"

The boss in purple was surprised.

The powerful consciousness in his mind grinned coldly, "This person actually has the breath of my master. Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

The eldest brother in purple suddenly cooperated with his hands, grabbed the backhand, and the bloody hand of Huiyuan was released. In combination with the powerful soul power of the consciousness in his mind, he suddenly swallowed the already weak Xie Tiao soul.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the ground above.

As the snow was flying, an old monk in green with long beards appeared on the edge of the deep pit, with his hands folded, looking at the purple-clothed boss below, and said calmly, "I didn't expect that after many years, I could see the Yuan-blooded hand again in the world. You are the purple-clothed boss who once pursued the head of the seven demons, but I don't know what happened to appear here?"

"Hmm? This old monk has indeed appeared again."

Although the eldest brother in purple was still shocked, he slowly turned around and looked up at the sweeping monk on the ground above. The eyes of the soldiers flashed blood, and then he laughed wildly at the sky. The laughter rose and fell one after another, and his momentum was extremely arrogant, which shocked the snowflakes, rocks, and corpses within a few feet of radius. They all shook his laughter and even the ground was so bright that it showed cracks.

An invisible airflow was driven and spread by its laughter, throwing all the broken stone away and rushing out of the deep pit.

"What a strong skill, what a weird person."

The monk sweeping the floor suddenly flashed with his eyes, and he couldn't quickly pluck his whole body's strength to defend.

Even so, after this burst of laughter, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, stained with beard and rumbling ears.

With a whoosh, the eldest brother in purple roared his feet and jumped out of the deep pit, shaking the snowflakes all over the sky, staring at the sweeping monk with fierce eyes, and said fiercely, "Monster, you have indeed gone back and appeared again."

The monk sweeping the floor-sweeping heart sank, looking at the old purple-clothed road in a strange state, "Amitabha! It seems that the donor has been observing me for a long time, and my whereabouts are all within your control."

The eldest brother in purple sneered, and his blood-red eyes suddenly fell between the hands of the sweeping monk Heshi, and said coldly, "Monk, you shouldn't have to, you shouldn't have to show this treasure in front of others. This treasure is more powerful and attractive than the divine stone in my eyes. It involves a huge secret, a secret hidden by your Shaolin Damo before his passing.

This hidden secret thing is called the [Heart of Bodhidharma], right?"

The monk swept the floor heart was shocked, his face was solemn and solemn, his Buddha light appeared slightly, and his eyes suddenly burst out with golden Buddha light. Two Sanskrit words "卍" flashed on the face of the old man in purple. In an instant, he seemed to see a demon hidden in those eyes, and his face changed slightly.

"Support the heart of Bodhidharma!"

The eldest brother in purple shouted wildly, and the extremely surging power of the soul attacked the sweeping monk. His figure was faster than the sound and he arrived in front of the sweeping monk. His palms suddenly exuded the mad energy.

No scriptures and no principles!!!

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"Bang!"

The stone table, which was ten feet square, suddenly sank under Jiang Dali's thick palm, and all of its feet were trapped in the floor tiles.

Xu Ziling, who was standing beside him, held his fists and said, "Master, if Ziling does something wrong, Ziling is willing to accept punishment. Ziling believes that he does not have the ability to take the position of the rudder of the Wuliang Mountain branch again. Today I beg to resign from his position and retire from the world, and ask the master of the village to fulfill his wishes."

Jiang Dali's tiger eyes shone brightly to determine Xu Ziling. He could see the blood flow rate under the other person's skin and various physical functions at a glance, and even sensed the concentration of true qi in his dantian, the mental strength in his brain, etc., but he laughed instead of angry.

"Okay! Xu Ziling, I didn't expect that the village leader had not paid attention to the Wuliang Mountain branch for a long time, so you could be so lazy? Even though you knew you had made a mistake, you still dared to speak like this in front of the village leader. If you really bring the seed, aren't you afraid that the village leader will kill you with one palm?"

Xu Ziling looked calm and humble, bowed and said, "Everyone is afraid of death, and Ziling is no exception. But the main camp killing me is easy, and I can't escape even if I run away. I can only report the situation truthfully and obey your punishment by the leader of the village."

"good!"

Jiang Dali raised his right palm and said calmly, "The master of the village is clear in rewards and punishments. He will not directly kill you, but you will never feel good either. The master of the village will give you a palm. If you can stand it, it means that your life should not have such a fate. If you can't stand it, it means that your life is not strong enough!

From today on, you will no longer be the rudder of Wuliangshan branch.”

Xu Ziling looked solemn and said, "Ziling is willing to lead the village leader to punish him!"

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