The Saint of Vermilion Bird in the White Lotus Sect received a message from the Saint of Qinglong, asking her to help inquire about the whereabouts of the old demon in Black Mountain.

Fu Mingyao received the news and laughed so hard that she had no worries about betraying the White Lotus Sect. She turned around and took the secret letter to find Wang Daoling: "Master, they are looking for you and the Fantasy Star Fox!"

"Aren't I the old demon of Heishan?" Wang Daoling was also happy and returned the secret letter to Fu Mingyao. After thinking for a while, he said, "It's a good opportunity. I'm still free to go to Hongxi City in Kunxi Mansion. Go and see that chaotic place, and increase the reputation of the old demon of Heishan!"

"Do you want Mingyao to accompany you?" Fu Mingyao giggled: "There is also a lady from the village named Bai Lou, next to the old demon in Heishan!"

"Well, you are familiar with the path of the White Lotus Sect. This time, I happened to accompany me. I went to take down the branch of the White Lotus Sect in Hongxi City. I happened to be short of money recently!" After the incident of the branch of the White Lotus Sect in Guangling, Wang Daoling received 6 million star coins. He gave the Fang family in Nanling one million, Fu Mingyao and Luo Qianqian one million, and the auxiliary materials for two alchemy were more than 500,000 yuan. Bai Wei and Hongxiu left the remaining 400,000 yuan, and one million left on him. With such a good opportunity, how can you miss it?

"Then I will prepare the carriage." Fu Mingyao was also excited.

"This time we don't need a carriage, we can directly penetrate the Guangling Mountains. You can fly with flying swords in the air in the mountains. Go and go back quickly, and catch him off guard!" Wang Daoling laughed and said, "Prepare two masks to reflect the characteristics of the old demon in the Black Mountain and the characteristics of the wife of the village Bailou.

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Recently, Dong Peng received the order of Wusheng Lao Mother above and asked about a gangster named Heishan Lao Demon everywhere. However, he had no gains for three days. Today he had to return to the main hall and report the progress to the higher authorities. Dong Peng was a little discouraged and was thinking about what other friends he knew from a more remote family, and whether he could ask about the heels of Heishan Lao Demon. He didn't notice that there were two figures hanging from behind him.

Originally, some time ago, Pang Dahai was praised by the Qinglong Saint Son. Not only did he reward a heaven-level martial art, but he also rewarded a lot of elixirs. In addition, his subordinate branch recently developed a beautiful young woman believer, and he succeeded. It was the stage of spring breeze. Who would have thought that after reporting a message, he immediately became busy and had no time to go to the new young woman.

Today is exactly the time to summarize every three days, and I haven't collected any useful information recently. The person below was active for a while, and when he saw that there was no effect, he got tired. However, the above was urging him tightly, so he had to come to the main hall in person to cheer up his subordinates.

The incense pot at the Hongxi Branch Main Hall is also in an old mine road, which is very secretive.

A ritual has just been completed in the main hall. Around the altar, there are the high-level branches of the branch. On the outside are the masters of each branch, and on the outside are the masters of each branch, and on the outside are the masters of each branch. At this moment, Pang Dahai stood in the center of the altar, and tried his best to convey the order of the old mother Wusheng - actually the meaning of the Saint Son of the Qinglong - I hope that the backbone of the branch can show their magical powers and find out the information of the old demon of the Black Mountain. Because the previous rituals and the people under the altar were also emotionally excited.

"I heard you are looking for me?" A loud sound of a huge sea that was obviously not loud but covered up his hissing and tried hard, came into the ears of everyone in the entire hall.

"who?"

"Who is pretending to be a ghost?"

"come out!"

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"Aren't you looking for me?" Along with the voice, a figure appeared at the entrance of the hall. The stranger who came in was wearing a black iron mask with an evil smile on his face and a black robe covered with skeletons. A masked man holding a cute pet was also followed by. Just by the curve under his clothes, he could think of a charming woman.

"You are looking for me all over the world, but you don't know who I am?" The low voice was full of jokes.

"The Black Mountain Old Demon!"

"Fox of Fantasy Star...!"

"Bai Wei!"

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"I have no money recently, come and get some!" Before he finished speaking, a long knife was pulled out from Wang Daoling's waist.

"choke!"

Many people only heard the sound of a long sword coming out of the sheath, accompanied by a blurred white light. There were already several incense masters and core people separated from each other near the entrance.

"The devil, you actually dare to come to Wusheng's old mother temple to do evil!" Pang Dahai shouted: "Everyone comes side by side!"

As his subordinates surrounded him, Pang Dahai began to retreat quietly. He knew that the old monster of Black Mountain had the record of killing five innate people alone in the same battle, so how could he rush up stupidly?

Wang Daoling had long noticed that the puppet sea was standing in the center of the altar. How could he allow him to run away? Xingyuan was moving, and nearly one foot long sword energy appeared at the tip of the knife. In the middle of the knife, there were casualties in front of him. Taking advantage of the gap that was revealed in an instant, Wang Daoling slashed a silent star Yuan wind blade into the puppet sea, and then lifted the sword to continue his "massacre".

What a massacre! When Wang Daoling, who was innate to death, cut through with Xingyuan's sword light, all obstacles along the way were only cut off with one knife and two cuts.

Because there were at least eight mine entrances around the hall. Shortly after the massacre began, a group of believers fled from fear of death to being killed. Although Fu Mingyao was also helping to block the enemy, he finally escaped more than a dozen people. However, from the pony sea, the entire Hongxi branch, except for a few innate elders, almost all the troops were destroyed, and the losses were no less than Guangling.

"Finished!" After the battle, Fu Mingyao went straight to several places and began to collect the property from the Hongxi Branch Headquarters. Because she is also a senior executive of the White Lotus Sect, the property hidden by the Red Lotus Sect using the White Lotus Sect method and thinking is no different from that in front of her and it is not even considered a place. It is simply too easy to find it.

"How many?" Wang Daoling cut it casually, took a flag on the White Lotus Sect Incense Altar on the side, and carefully wiped the blade. In fact, there was no blood on the knife.

Fu Mingyao was so completely rebellious? She didn't care about Wang Daoling's insult to the image of the White Lotus Sect, but instead smiled happily: "Hongxi is still rich... The place in the headquarters alone collected more than two million star yuan in cash!"

"Go to this guy's house to take a look?" Wang Daoling looked downward and picked up the puppet sea that was split in half by his Xingyuan Feng blade, and picked out a few keys, several letters and a talisman.

"Hehe, I'm so lucky, there's an address on the letter!" Wang Daoling smiled and said, "Is he still the owner of a mine? Is it the characteristic of Hongxi City?"

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Since the middle and high-level leaders of the Hongxi branch were almost slaughtered, and the White Lotus Sect was connected with the superiors and subordinates in a single line, and lost several layers in the middle. The dozen people who escaped could not find anyone to report the situation. The bad news of the massacre of the old monster in the Black Mountain was delayed until three or four days later.

Fortunately, there was an elder in the branch rudder who felt something was wrong and felt that the whole branch was too quiet, so quiet that no one was seen. Then I remembered to go to the main hall to take a look. After seeing it, I almost fainted, and the entire main hall had turned into a rotten and smelly corpse pit.

The elders didn't know where the temple of the Qinglong Holy Son was, so they had no choice but to hold a meeting to make a decision. After repeated consideration, it took another day to decide to send out news, saying that the old demon of the Black Mountain slaughtered the entire Red Crescent Main Hall of the White Lotus Sect. After two days of fermentation, the city was full of turmoil, and the people in the Qinglong Taoist temple heard the news. So the people below reported the news to the Red Fish, and the Red Fish reported it to the Qinglong Saint Son. When the Qinglong Saint Son came to the scene, there was no way to investigate anything.

Zhuo Bufan had nowhere to vent, shouted the name of the old monster in Black Mountain, and collapsed the mine where the branch main hall was located in anger. At this time, Wang Daoling and Fu Mingyao had returned to Guangling and started counting money.

"Tsk, this old guy is so brave!" Wang Daoling looked at the stack of golden tickets on the desk, and some papers that recorded the secrets of the White Lotus Sect, and smiled and said, "It's okay to make some little secrets, but my pocket is even fatter than the sect. I, an outsider, thinks he's still alive."

Fu Mingyao smiled and said, "This is normal. It's strange that which branch leader of the White Lotus Sect is not fat!"

Wang Daoling's eyes suddenly turned to Fu Mingyao and joked: "The main industry of Hongxi branch rudders is not counted. The family alone has collected more than 5 million star coins, which is not worse than the Guangling branch. So, as the entire Zhuque Saint of the Zhuque Dojo in Nanling Prefecture, how much private money does it have?"

Fu Mingyao said embarrassedly: "I took office as the Saint of Suzaku. I was killed by the people from the inner sect of Yuecang Sect in Nanling City four years ago. The next year, the slave won the Alternate Saint of the General Assembly. I was arrested by my master after only one year of serving as the Nanling City. How much money can I save?"

Okay, it’s revealed! Wang Daoling smiled awkwardly, but he was quite generous to his own women. He just took a random stroke and gave Fu Mingyao more than 700,000 yuan, plus one million yuan: "If you can solve it with money, don’t make yourself suffer!"

Fu Mingyao looked excited and wanted to practice dual cultivation with his master immediately.
Chapter completed!