Zhan Wuque took it and opened it and took a look.

It was filled with hundreds of thousands of medium-grade Yuan stones.

"Since that's the case, I'm disrespectful."

Zhan Wuque bowed.

For him, these Yuanshi can be regarded as a timely help.

He only broke through the half-step martial spirit not long ago. If he wanted to break through the martial spirit, he would consume a lot of Yuan stones and spiritual medicines.

Therefore, when the national treasury selects three things, Zhan Wuque will give priority to what is helpful to cultivation.

With these Yuan stones and spiritual medicines, Zhan Wuque's breakthrough speed can also be slightly faster.

After a stick of incense, Zhan Wuque left Tangdu and headed straight for the west of the ridge.

Previously, he learned a clue by searching the soul of the Yuansheng Sect. He had to seize the time to see if he could catch the leader of the Yuansheng Sect through this clue, Li Xiuyuan.

After Zhan Wuque left the Tang Capital, the atmosphere in the Tang Capital gradually became subtle.

Danta.

A musical notes in the wine fairy's hand slowly fell and began to ignite spontaneously. After landing, they had turned into ashes.

He frowned slightly, then cursed, "A group of villains who are competing for power, what is he!"

Yi Chenzi stood respectfully aside, heard this, bowed and asked, "Wine Immortal, what happened?"

"It's not the old guys in Danta. I don't know where I heard about Lao Shijiu. Now I'm ready to set out in Qingzhou!"

The wine fairy sneered.

Of course, he knew the purpose of these people was not because of the book "The Demon Swallowing" back then.

"What?!"

Yi Chenzi was shocked.

"If this happens, wouldn't it be said that many powerful Wuzong people will descend to Qingzhou soon?"

"No," Jiuxian nodded with a serious expression.

"So I decided not to leave for the time being," said the wine fairy.

"If that guy named Thirteenth of Lao is in danger, maybe I can save his life."

Although the martial arts realm of Jiuxian is higher than that of Laozi, Laozi's practice of "The Demon Swallowing" has been transformed into no flaws after fighting, and his strength has increased sharply. In addition, he is brave and good at fighting, and his combat power is full of strength, Jiuxian asks himself that he is not an enemy.

But two fists cannot match four hands, and the Jiuxianren can foresee that Qingzhou will cause another stir in the near future.

By then, either you die or I die.

Temple of War.

A group of believers are building the side hall of the Temple of War.

On that day, Lao Shijiu took a strong move and not only killed Wu Liu in public, but also killed a lot of the temple.

This made the people of the Temple of War agitated, but they had no choice but to do anything.

Because, their strength is not a little worse than that of Lao Tzu.

I can only wait for the strong to send to support me.

This wait took a long time.

"Son of God, Snow White is here."

A divine servant came in to report.

“Where?”

Wu Yi immediately stood up.

During this period, the two of them spent day and night together, and as they were rubbing each other, Wu Yi and Bai Xue had already had a bit of affection.

Especially recently, the Temple of the Martial God is weak, and Bai Xue has been comforting her. Not only that, she also secretly passed on to Wu Yiyi's unique skills, which made Wu Yi feel even more happy, and he thought that Bai Xue was close to him and had no purpose.

Wu Yi came to the peach blossom forest in the back hall, and the snow stood among the peach blossoms with graceful figure, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"Xue'er!"

A rare hint of softness appeared in Wu Yi's eyes.

"Wu Yi, come and see, today's peach blossoms are particularly bright."

Bai Xue's beautiful eyes flowed, filled with endless soft colors, like the eyes of a lover.

Wu Yi smiled and was about to go over when suddenly, an old man with a blond hair in red robe and a magical staff fell from the sky.

"Wu Yi!"

The old man's eyes looked like lightning and he glanced at Wu Yi.

"Sir Deacon!"

Wu Yi was shocked.

The old man in front of him is not the deacon of the current Martial God Temple, but the deacon of the General Hall of the Dongzhou Martial God Temple in Qingzhou!

Status, power, and strength are all very different!

"Wu Yi, see what you are doing!"

The old man in red robe shouted.

"Wu Liu died, and the Temple of the Martial God was humiliated. You are actually talking about love here!"

"Talk about the harmony!"

"Sir, Wu Yi knew his mistake!"

Wu Yi quickly knelt on one knee on the ground.

He is just a son of god in a small state. If he angers the other party, he will be angry and the old man in red robe will not have to bear any responsibility even if he kills him.

"Hmph, I'll settle the score with you later!"

The old man in red robe slowly turned around and looked at Bai Xue.

"You witch girl, you have a lot of magic, but you shouldn't have been so sure, you should have hit me with the son of the God Temple!"

"Sir, why did you say this? I haven't done anything before."

Bai Xue had an innocent expression on her face.

"Still pretending!"

The old man in red robe sneered, "I will reveal your true form today!"

"boom!"

The old man in red robe suddenly took action, and a huge figure of the God of Martial Arts appeared behind him, covering the sky and incredibly real, much stronger than the previous figure of Wu Liu.

This is a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth!

It is enough to prove that this old man is a real Wuzong strong man!

"People from the Temple of War!"

The wine fairy who was in Danta immediately looked up, with a trace of light in her eyes.

"I didn't expect that it was him who came!"

Temple of War.

Bai Xue looked at the vision with a expressionless face, looking calm.

"Sir, please spare her life!"

Wu Yi spoke up to plead for Bai Xue.

"Shut up!"

The old man in red robe turned around and shouted.

When he turned his head again and was about to suppress Bai Xue, he suddenly found that there was a half-part jade pendant in Bai Xue's hand.

Bai Xue raised the jade pendant above her head.

A layer of light slowly dissipated with the jade pendant as the center. This inconspicuous light wrapped the snow in it and then disappeared instantly.

It was too late to say that, and the whole process was less than one breath.

The elder of the Red Robe just turned around and saw Bai Xue disappear inexplicably.

"This power?"

The elder of the Red Robe appeared where Bai Xue disappeared just now, stretched out his right hand, as if he was feeling something.

"Is that?"

The old man in red robe was shocked and immediately came to Wu Yi. He looked at his pulse and his face suddenly looked ugly.
To be continued...