Xu Buyi, the great envoy of the Biluo Border Army, was walking in the mountains and forests of Biluo Ling with his ghost military advisor on his back.

The ghost military advisor, who looked slumped and didn't even have the strength to move a finger, said coldly, "Even Nanshan Mu knows that you are Zhou's first assistant... but we don't know."

"There are too many powerful people in this world. No matter how powerful a person is, it is impossible for him to know everything." Xu Buyi, with brown hair and wrinkled face, mocked slightly: "Although I have seen Wenren Cang Yue in my life,

The most powerful hero, but it is impossible to know everything that happens in this world... Even Dean Zhang cannot do it."

"You finally spoke. It seems that you also want to understand...Whether you want it or not, you have reached this point. Talking at least can make this journey less boring." After a slight pause, Xu Buyi's face

The sarcasm became even stronger, "I have stayed here longer than Nanshan Mu and Wenren Cangyue, but I didn't know that you were actually from Xiyi."

"This is originally our Xiyi place." The ghost military advisor was silent for a moment and then said.

"It's not difficult to understand." Xu Buyi nodded and narrowed his turbid eyes, "A person as ambitious and powerful as you cannot possibly sacrifice his life for Wenren Cangyue just for the sake of friendship. I believe Wenren Cangyue

I have given you some promises... Or maybe you believe that Wen Ren Cang Yue will help you Xiyi people return to Biluo Ling. So, this time he does not only have those troops who are loyal to him. I am afraid that you, the powerful people of Xiyi people, will

It got to the point where I had to stand up and be with him."

The ghost military advisor said slowly: "If we can survive in the desert, we can live forever. One day we will return to Biluoling."

Xu Buyi sneered, "This will happen in the future, but I'm afraid you will make a huge mistake again this time. After all, you still underestimated Wenren Cangyue's ambition. Wenren Cangyue can mess with the Holy Emperor, and can mess with the nine

Old man, but the mistake is that you can't mess with Qingluan Academy."

"Going back to Biluo Ling is the only thing you Xiyi people dream of and long for, but for Wenren Cang Yue, it is just a small splash on his way to becoming the most powerful person in the world. You don't need to doubt what I say.

." Xu Buyi turned his head and glanced at the ghost military advisor, "If his ambition is only to separate Biluo Ling from Yunqin and become the king here, then he will never kill Gu Xinyin."

The ghost military advisor's body trembled inexplicably: "Gu Xinyin is back?"

Xu Buyi sarcastically said: "I chose to set off at this time, not only because the longer the delay, the easier it is for him to think that you are dead or have been sent out, but also because I am waiting for him to set off to the Prajna Corridor...

I know how much control you have over Biluo Mausoleum, but at least without him personally showing up to intercept me, my chances of success in taking you out of Biluo Mausoleum will be much higher."

"No, you still don't know him well enough." The ghost military advisor was silent for a long time, but then became quiet again, "He is much more powerful and terrifying than you think, and even I will always be confused when I come into contact with him.

His thoughts are still underestimated. He will definitely not be completely carried away by fear of a certain person. If he decides to fight this war, he has already thought of all possibilities.

He will only win, not lose. He will use means to pay a certain price to at least complete his minimum plan."

Xu Buyi also fell into silence.

After a long time, Xu Buyi said coldly, "Okay... In that case, we just need to see whether the people of the world can defeat him, or whether he can be strong enough to defeat the people of the world."

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A man wearing ordinary green cloth stayed in the yellow sand and sat on the shaded side of a dune.

On the back of this kind of sand dune, there will be many highly poisonous sand scorpions. Most practitioners would not dare to sit in such a place. The back of this sand dune is no exception. Almost every moment, there will be several sand scorpions who don't know where they are.

Wherever he got out, but this man with as thick ink as ink and red lips didn't care at all.

Because there is no sand scorpion in the world that can hurt a practitioner of the Saint Master level.

And he is the invincible Wenren General among the Saint Masters.

All the sand scorpions that smelled the smell of fresh meat and crawled toward him were suppressed by the natural aura of his body and could not move when they were a few feet away from him. Then, within half a breath, they clicked.

There was a slight sound, the shell shattered, and a pool of yellow water burst out from inside.

Wenren Cang Yue, who is known throughout the world for his bravery, iron-bloodedness and ability to run an army, and who has countless admirers and supporters in Yunqin, is slowly adjusting his breath, adjusting every part of his body to the most powerful and most powerful one in his life.

Peak state.

Because of Emperor Fengxuan's arrangements and because of the time difference, he didn't know what had happened in Tangzang. He didn't know that Emperor Tangzang, who had made some deals with him, had been killed by a flying sword that made the Saint Master frightened.

It turned into a puddle of crushed flesh. He came here alone just to kill that person.

If you kill this person, he will be truly invincible at the level of Yun Qin Saint Master from now on.

Of course, he can be sure... He is now invincible among the Yun Qin Saint Masters, because even if Gu Xinyin has obtained some unique cultivation methods from the legendary Prajna Temple, even if he has been practicing in the dark water prison for so many years, the speed of soul power cultivation is still there.

He was above him, but Gu Xinyin's body was definitely not as good as his.

He wanted to kill Gu Xinyin just because if Gu Xinyin's body could fully recover in a few years, her fighting power might even be able to overwhelm him by then.

He knew that the cultivation and combat prowess of Vice President Xia and some old people were still above him at this moment, but those people were already very old after all. In ten or twenty years, those people might not be in this world, but with him.

His equally young Gu Xinyin is still there.

This is something he is afraid of.

However, he still had to kill Gu Xinyin when he was surrounded by enemies. However, it was not because the situation was too chaotic and he was too afraid of Gu Xinyin that he lost his mind.

Cang Yue was a more powerful and terrifying existence than him, but she still underestimated him. In fact, Wenren Cang Yue's view of the world was completely different from what they thought.

The situation in the west of Yunqin was extremely chaotic and complex, but in the eyes of this stern man with thick eyebrows and red lips, it was extremely simple and direct.

The victorious battles he commanded concealed his true vision.

It's not that he can't be defeated, he can use temporary defeat to achieve his final goal, but because he is too strong, he has never even suffered a temporary defeat before.

He has only one goal. If the whole world is a very high mountain, his goal is to stand on the highest point of the mountain and overlook everyone and all the wind and clouds below.

So what he has to do is to pull out the flags and go around the mountain, pulling out the flags that can cause obstacles now or in the future. As for whether he should first fall down the valley or go around to the foot of the mountain.

, he actually doesn’t care at all.

No matter how many things he has to give up, he only needs to complete his goal for a stage.

Everyone has a lot of waiting in his life, but his time is precious, and his calculations are very accurate, so he didn't wait long before a motorcade appeared among the sand dunes in the distance.

A convoy covered in dust was escorted by hundreds of golden-armored sergeants riding tall white camels unique to Tang and Tibet.

The water loaded on this convoy must have been almost consumed. With Wenren Cangyue's eyesight, it can be seen from a distance that the lips of all the golden armored sergeants are scorched and cracked, but these are not Wenren Cangyue's.

Things to consider. After the motorcade appeared in his sight, he stood up and walked towards the motorcade.

His steps are very steady, and he can cover a distance of dozens of steps for an ordinary person. Although each step seems to be very slow, because of the distance each step takes, it gives people an extremely thrilling feeling.

The further he walked, the stronger his aura became, the colder he became, and the more he appeared to be as strong as iron.

He was only one person, but when he walked past the gleaming golden column, it seemed as if there were thousands of troops following him.

The glittering Tang and Tibetan team had discovered his presence almost as soon as he walked onto the first sand dune. After a moment of panic, the Tang and Tibetan team all stopped at the spot.

Then someone gave the order, and all the golden-armored sergeants and the rest of the entourage began to retreat like a tide. Only one camel cart with a white canopy and heavy tassel curtains remained at the front.

The hot sun shines on the yellow sand, the heat rises like flames, and the moon appears across the sky like a demon god.

Because he didn't want to waste any time, when he was still three hundred steps away from the carriage, a red sword light shot out from his sleeve.

Generally, the flying swords of Saint Masters give people the feeling of being extremely fast and sharp, like cold lightning dropped from the sky, but the light of his sword is unparalleled, and when it lands on the white canopy, it has already turned into a crimson color.

of rays of light.

It's like the sunset glow has rolled down for nine days.

A ray of red glow enveloped the white canopy and heavy tassel curtains.

The white canopy and heavily tasseled curtains instantly turned to gray in the red glow, revealing the person sitting inside.

Inside was not the Gu Xinyin that Wen Ren Cang Yue was waiting for, but a bald monk wearing bronze Zen clothes. He was holding a Zen staff with nine golden rings in his hand, and a string of golden beads hanging on his chest.

Each prayer bead is about the size of a child's fist, making it look too huge.

He is not tall, but every muscle on his body is as high as a rock, with a layer of holy light golden light flowing on the surface.

With a muffled sound of "duh", the Zen staff in his hand hit Wenren Cangyue's flying sword, and a golden and red light group was generated between his Zen staff and the flying sword, like a dream.

All the yellow sand within a few meters of him was shaken and flew upwards, like a sand rain falling from the sky.

Wenren Cang Yue frowned slightly. This was completely beyond his plans and calculations. However, there was no expression of disappointment or shock on his face. Instead, he said softly.

One sentence: "The practitioners of Prajna Temple... are interesting."

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I have to go to Nanjing today to talk about some things, and I won’t be back until tomorrow. Because I don’t want to make myself too tired, I’ll just update this one for now. I’ll make up for the missed updates in a day or two... To guarantee my character...

.There are three more outbreaks this month... As long as everyone keeps saying...
Chapter completed!