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Tianxin Lake is still clear.

On the lake surface that is more than ten miles a radius, the blue waves are like mirrors, the reflections of the towers, the weeping willows are green, and the lake and mountains are beautiful.

Tianxin Island, the scenery is as old as before.

There is also the curved pier, the surrounding lotus, and the cool breeze, as if the scene of that year.

On the second floor of Longwu Pavilion, Wujiu sometimes looks down from the railing, nodded slightly, sometimes surrounding the pavilion, and strolling leisurely. Behind him, he is followed by Guangshan, Yan Li, Guiqiu, Guinuo, Guiye, and of course Wanshengzi, as well as his two juniors, Gao Gan and Guyuan.

It was just noon and the sky was bright. People were above the pavilions and could see the huge villa.

Although the villa has changed hands due to a change, the formations, courtyards, houses, and even trees, flowers and plants in the villa are intact. It can be seen that after the demon clan seized the villa, the great care was taken as his own nest to operate. Looking at Lu Hai, such a villa that hides wind and gathers energy, is easy to defend but difficult to attack, has complete facilities and elegant scenery. Since he is here, who would like to leave?

Under Wujiu's forced force, especially in the face of the joint attack between the twelve silver armor guards and the seventy-three ghost witches, Wan Shengzi had to withdraw the formation and put on a sincere and hospitable attitude.

However, once the guests enter the door, they will turn the guests back.

"Where is a disciple of Long Que left in the villa?"

"The huge villa is not easy to manage, so I left a group of monks, dozens of people. If you don't like it, kill me!"

"Are there any major construction projects or destroying the villa?"

"My demon clan doesn't know how to repair the house, how dare you destroy it? You have seen it too, the villa is intact..."

On the second floor of Longwu Pavilion, there is a circle of corridors. Facing the lake, there is a wooden table and two wooden stools.

Wujiu took everyone around, checked the situation in the villa, walked to the wooden table and sat down. Guiqiu nodded and took his seat with him. The rest of everyone could only stand on both sides.

The Son of All Saints regards himself as the new owner of Longwu Villa. He was quite embarrassed, but pretended to be calm and said, "Everyone will linger for two days, so that I can set up a residence..."

Wujiu raised his hand to stop him and directly ordered: "Gi Nuo, Gui Ye, take the masters of the Ghost Clan and set up camp in Longxiang Pavilion, and take care of the defense of the villa. Guangshan, Yan Li, and his brothers, live on the first floor of Longwu Pavilion, and respond in the center to prevent accidents."

Gui Nuo, Gui Ye, Guangshan, Yan Li bowed his hands and jumped out of the pavilion and left.

"this……"

The expression of the saint of the sect was in distress and hesitated: "Wujiu, do you want to snatch the villa..."

"No!"

Wujiu reached out to knock on the wooden table and smiled calmly at the lake and mountain scenery in the distance.

"I promised Long Que and took back the villa for him."

"You promised Long Que? You are like his mortal enemy, nothing more than an excuse to occupy..."

Halloween son was hunched, hunched his back, spread his hands open, and argued with reason. The high-ranking officials and Kuhara behind him were also full of indignation.

With a "bang", a jade slip was added to the table.

In an instant, a light flashed on the purple-red desktop, and then a golden little man appeared, who looked like a dragon magpie, and then yelled—

"Wujiu, help me take back Longwu Villa and kill those demons. I am willing to be driven by you for a hundred years..."

With the method of transmitting notes and the method of Yingjue, images can be stored, which is more interesting and more realistic than transmitting notes.

Wujiu rolled up the jade slip with his sleeves, and looked at him sideways—

"Son of the Holy Son, follow me from now on, and spend a hundred years of time to wash away the sins of your demon clan!"

“…”

The face of the Halloween Son was gloomy and silent.

The high-ranking officials and Kuhara behind him seemed to be greatly humiliated, staring at their eyes angrily, clenching their fists, and always showing their desperate spirit.

Wujiu stood up and signaled: "Ghost Hill Great Witch, please persuade me. If the Son of All Saints is obsessed with it, it will be considered that you and I will be the most righteous! "

He raised his foot forward and suddenly turned his head and glanced.

"Hey, who should I scare?"

The high-ranking official still raised his head and chest, with his tiger's eyes wide open, which was very majestic, but he responded very quickly. He hurriedly took a step back, turned to face the lake, and exclaimed like nothing happened: "Oh, the scenery here is beautiful..."

"You black-faced guy, you said something human!

Wujiu jumped out of the corridor and turned over and fell downstairs.

The brothers of the twelve month tribes, including Guangshan, sat cross-legged on the stone steps near the lake, without any leisure at all. Instead, they held iron rods and iron axes, looking alert.

Wujiu gave a few words quietly, crossed the lake and walked away from the waves.

Guangshan winked with his brothers and asked, "How about your spiritual consciousness?"

"Enough to see the entire villa..."

"Be careful. If the demon clan refuses to surrender, follow the teacher's instructions and leave no one..."

"Ha, it's easy to deal with the ghost clan, and it's easy to deal with the demon clan..."

"Shh, try to transmit the voice..."

How could the brothers hide the whispers of seriousness than the Halloween Son upstairs?

Seeing Wujiu leaving, he grabbed the wooden table and sat down, and said anxiously: "Brother Guiqiu, how could this happen..."

"well--"

Guiqiu sighed, bent down, his mouth opened and his voice was transmitted secretly.

After a moment, the All Saint Son was surprised and lost his voice—

"Ah, brother is saying that he imprisoned the Dragon Mag Priest and the Ghost Red Witch Old? The thousands of corpse-refining ghost evil spirits of the Ghost Clan were also destroyed by him? In addition, he also knew the existence of the Heavenly Book and was going to the original realm of Luzhou to challenge the Jade Temple, Oh my God..."

"Yes! Although the two ghosts and demons hated the Jade Temple for a long time, they could only swallow their anger. Why? Mr. Wu and I have reached a consensus. You and I are fighting each other and have many concerns. We are not opponents of the Jade Temple at all... Now that he is standing up, it may be a good thing..."

"What my brother said is reasonable..."

"What's more, he is a person from Shenzhou. He has been paying attention to the heavenly books and the heavenly tribulation for many years. He will help him with his strength. If the task is completed, you and I will make a profit by the way. If it is unexpected, I will make a fuss..."

"This is a solution to both ends..."

"Brother Wan, take care of me..."

"Brother, each other..."

The ghost clan and the demon clan came together again, as if they were in a collusion, and they had their own plans and tacit understanding.

For a certain gentleman, conquering the demon clan was also a crazy idea. However, with the ghost clan ahead and the ghost clouds' appearance, coupled with the coercion and temptation, he was not afraid of the Saint Son being foolish.

In front of a courtyard, dozens of monks gathered, all of whom were immortals, and the juniors who built foundations were all trembling and at a loss.

Wujiu is walking with a smile on his lips—

"I will gather you all and have something to say!"

He walked up to someone, looked at him for a moment, and said softly: "Long Mao, a foreign affairs disciple in the villa, have you remembered Mr. Hun in the past years?"

It was a man in his forties or fifty years old, with his eighth level of human immortal cultivation. He looked panicked, shook his head, and nodded quickly.

"Hey, it doesn't matter if I don't recognize me. I am Wujiu, and I am known as Mr. Wu!"

He disguised himself as a disguise and acted at night. The ordinary villa disciples did not recognize his appearance. However, his name was well-known.

Everyone was upset.

"Don't panic!"

Wujiu grabbed the jade slip from before, threw it into Long Mao's hand, and said with a smile: "I have become friends with the Priest Long Que. Today I will help him take back the villa and visit his disciples on his behalf!"

Long Mao held the jade slip, was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly winked with everyone present, and then bowed: "Greetings to Mr. Wu..."

"Well, I remember there are still a group of Earth Immortal Masters in the Villa. Where did they go?"

"When the demon clan captured the villa, all the elders had fled. The younger generation had nowhere to go, so they had to send them..."

"You are all loyal and kind-hearted people, and you will be happy to take care of the villa. The day when the Dragon Que Priest returns will definitely be rewarded!"

Wujiu sincerely praised him a few words, then waved his hand, walked around in a square step, and left leisurely.

Long Mao passed the jade slip in his hand to everyone, and learned that the Long Que Priest was alive, and everyone was excited...

The water is gurgling, and the bridge is connected. The forest is deep and there is a unique world. It is the fragrance of flowers that are overflowing, and I am unconsciously in another courtyard.

Wujiu stopped and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "Long Que, you just think you are greedy for money and lust, but you don't want to enjoy it so much. Such a unique manor really makes people linger!"

There is a sound transmission sounding from the magic sword of Qihai-

"Hmph, if you have a word first, who dares to occupy my villa? I am incompatible with him... Slowly, you are already in the villa?"

"Yes, I have helped you take back the villa and summoned your disciples to encourage and praise them, just waiting for your return..."

"Haha, you keep your word, you're a man... It's not right, how did you regain the villa, and why can't you stay there..."

"I have a rare beauty in the world, so I naturally have to appreciate it. For example, the ruins of this treasure pavilion are of unique interest!"

"Treasure Pavilion... Wujiu, what are you going to do? Get out of the villa..."

Wujiu's thoughts moved and the sound of the transmission came to an abrupt end.
To be continued...