As he spoke, he heard the rapid footsteps outside, Teng Fei rushed directly into the Sutra Pavilion, waved his palm, and put all the bookshelfs, no matter what they were, into the storage rings. Almost in an instant, a large number of martial arts and scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion of the Dragon Slaying Holy Land disappeared completely!
Teng Fei's spiritual sense sensed that several extremely strong auras were approaching here quickly, and he didn't stop for a long time. He raised the sword in his hand and directly picked up the roof of the Sutra Pavilion from it, soared into the sky, and carried the Garuda Heart Sutra, and quickly disappeared into the vast night.
...
The meeting hall of the Dragon Slaying Holy Land was brightly lit and crowded, and everyone was whispering, and many people were angry and ferocious.
"cough!"
With a light cough, several old men with a slight face walked in, and the discussion in the hall suddenly stopped, and almost everyone turned their attention to these old men.
The disciple of the Dragon Slaying Holy Land who had been hiding in the Sutra Pavilion and survived by lucklessness, knelt on the ground with trembling snot and tears, telling what he had just seen.
"My master... wuwu, as soon as he met, he was killed by that man. My second uncle recognized the fighting skills that man used, which was Jingtian's Thirteen Slash. Finally, when the man pierced the second uncle with a sword... xiong's mouth, wuwuwu... xiong's mouth, wuwuwu... xiong's mouth, the second uncle grabbed the méng face towel opposite and called out Jingtian Demon... These three words, the man pulled out the sword, and then the second uncle... wuwuwu..."
The disciple was so scared that he was almost terrified. He saw that his master, who was like his biological father, was killed, and he was so sad that he could not control himself.
One of the old men waved his hand and someone came up to take the disciple down. At this moment, there was a silence in the entire meeting hall.
Suddenly, an old man in the crowd said angrily: "Jingtian Demon Palace... is too bullying!"
Someone took the lead, and everyone started to curse angrily, and the crowd was in a state of great enthusiasm.
"Damn it, these bastards in Jingtian Demon Palace, although I occasionally have minor frictions with them in the Dragon Slaying Holy Land, there is no big grudge at all. They actually came to the door. It's really too much!"
"Hmph, Jingtian Demon Palace relies on their demons being selected into the Divine Realm Island this time. It is lawless!"
"I suffered a big loss in this competition in the Dragon Slaying Holy Land. Has it become the fish in their eyes? I can't bear this matter. I must give an explanation to Jingtian Demon Palace!"
"Yes, I want Jingtian Demon Palace to give us an explanation!"
"Damn it, I'll just say nothing, just kill it!"
"Yes, kill it!"
"Let Jingtian Demon Palace see that our Dragon Slaying Holy Land is not easy to bully!"
The person who can stand in the conference hall has a low status. But at this moment, it is no different from ordinary tycoons in the world. The crowd is full of emotions and is so angry that he blushed with anger.
"Cough cough..." A 70-year-old man who had been sitting upright as a mountain at the first place coughed a few times, and the conference hall gradually became quiet.
The 70-year-old man was thin and wearing a moon-white robe. His hair was scattered on his shoulders. He had no white hair. His face was like a baby, his eyebrows were white, and his eyes were very vivid. He sat there calmly, like a mountain.
"What do you think about this matter? "The old ancestors?" The 70-year-old man looked at the old men standing beside him.
One of the old men said in a deep voice: "There is something strange about this." After that, he stopped talking.
Another old man raised his eyebrows and said, "I think there is nothing strange. The other party came for our Sutra Pavilion. This time, almost all the martial arts and scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion were stolen, and the losses were heavy. They clearly wanted to take advantage of the decline of my Dragon Slaying Holy Land this time to shake our foundation."
A short and fat old man coughed and took over the words: "That's right, these demon palaces have never been to take advantage of the situation in the past. To be honest, taking advantage of people's illness and killing people, this is the method of those demon palaces. And the disciple who witnessed the whole thing cannot tell lies."
"What if the enemy deliberately disguises himself and makes a fuss to Jingtian Demon Palace?" The old man who spoke before retorted: "You know, although there are occasional frictions between us and Jingtian Demon Palace, there is no big hatred of life and death..."
"Report, ancestors, younger generations have something to say." A voice came from the crowd, which suddenly interrupted the old man's words.
"Huh?" The old man glanced and fell into the crowd. When he saw the person talking, he was a little slow. He was a great-grandson junior. The old man said, "If you have something to say, just say it."
"Yes, my ancestor, I got the news yesterday. Seven hundred miles away, a very bizarre celestial phenomenon appeared. I sent someone to check it and found that there were large traces of battle there. Then I found a few pieces of broken clothes. The clothes... were the standard clothing of the Jingtian Demon Palace people, and..."
"And what?" the old man asked with a frown.
"And the person wearing that dress should have a good status!" After saying that, the man in the crowd retreated to the back.
"Seven hundred miles away... the bizarre celestial phenomena... the people from Jingtian Demon Palace?" The old man murmured to himself, then his eyes flashed, and he said angrily: "Are the people who entered the Sutra Pavilion tonight really the people from Jingtian Demon Palace? I thought it was us who killed them and then came to take revenge?"
The short and fat old man and others looked at each other and nodded one after another. The short and fat old man said, "It's almost the same, there's really a possibility!"
"***, I'm so angry!" The ancestor was furious when he spoke: "Although it happened in the territory of my Dragon Slaying Holy Land, what does it have to do with us? Or is it that which of you did it?"
"No, it's definitely not us!" The people below denied it.
The Dragon Slaying Holy Lord, sitting in the middle of the main seat, slowly spoke: "Ancestor, since the incident has happened, according to various information, this matter has nothing to do with Jingtian Demon Palace. Why don't we send people to Jingtian Demon Palace to ask? I always feel that something seems to be wrong here."
The old man nodded: "I also think something is wrong. First of all, it is not surprising that the people from Jingtian Demon Palace appear seven hundred miles away, but what is the bizarre celestial phenomenon? Since the one who killed Jingtian Demon Palace is not ours, who did it? Also, if someone framed me for the sacred place of Dragon Slaying, then who is this person tonight? The two guarding the Sutra Pavilion are also holy-level warriors. Although they are not particularly strong, they are not people who can knead..."
The short and fat old man pondered for a while and said, "It seems that before the person guarding the Sutra Pavilion died, he said Jingtian Demon... Before he finished speaking, the person died. The other party used the true teaching of Jingtian Demon Palace, and the Thirteen Slash of Jingtian Demon Palace. Could it be that Jingtian Demon Son was not successful?"
Everyone's mood suddenly became heavier. The Dragon Slaying Holy Land must be not afraid of Jingtian Demon Palace. Everyone's background is similar. If they really fight to the death, it's probably a difference of half a dozen. But if the person who takes action tonight is really the demon of Jingtian Demon Palace, then the problem will be serious.
It shows that Jingtian Demon Palace had already planned the Dragon Slaying Holy Land, and even wanted to subvert the Dragon Slaying Holy Land in one fell swoop!
"This matter needs to be carefully verified!" The Dragon Slaying Holy Lord breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "Now count the losses first and restrain the dead. If it is found that this matter is related to Jingtian Demon Palace, then it is impossible to say that I, Mo Dao, even if I am defeated by the death of the fish in Changchun, I will still ask Zhang Zhibo to ask for an explanation!"
...
This night was a sleepless night for the Dragon Slaying Holy Land. The Sutra Pavilion was robbed and two guards of the Dou Sheng were killed. This was something that had never happened before when the Dragon Slaying Holy Land was established in ancient times.
It is said that several ancestors who have not been born for hundreds of years have also been alarmed, and they have sent people to inquire about what happened.
Early the next morning, a group of people came outside the Dragon Slaying Holy Land. The leader looked handsome and handsome, with a handsome face like a crown and a starry sky, but his face looked a little depressed and looked a little dusty.
There were seven or eight people following him, and a few of them were obviously not easy-going. Their temperament was completely different from that of ordinary people.
When he arrived at the door of the Dragon Slaying Holy Land, Zhang Jingrui recalled his father's teachings and said aloud to the disciple of the Dragon Slaying Holy Land guarding the mountain gate: "Zhang Jingluo, the demon son of Jingtian Demon Palace, come to visit the Dragon Slaying Holy Land!"
"Zhang...Jing...Luo?Zhang Jingluo!" The disciple guarding the mountain gate was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and his eyes turned red.
What happened last night was too sudden and too fast, so that the Dragon Slaying Holy Land could not cover it even if it wanted to cover it. It spread directly throughout the holy land. Even the low-level disciples guarding the mountain gate almost knew about the passage.
"***, the surname Zhang, do you dare to come back?" The disciple who guarded the mountain gate was also a irritable guy. He got angry on the spot and stood above the mountain gate and cursed.
The one next to him was not vague. When he heard that the demon son of Jingtian dared to come back, this was simply too much. He just robbed our Sutra Library last night and killed two holy-level warriors. He dared to visit him early this morning. Do you think our Dragon Slaying Holy Land is a fish-bottom or are they all fools?
"Zhang Jingluo, you bastard, beast, shameless and despicable scum, you dare to come to the door? Do you think this is Jingtian Demon Palace? This is the holy place for dragon slaying!"
The sect suffered heavy losses, and the Jingtian Demon Palace suspected that this matter was related to the Dragon Slaying Holy Land. Zhang Jingluo was already full of anger and had killed several groups of bandits who were unaware of their eyes along the way. Now that he had just arrived at the gate of the Dragon Slaying Holy Land, he heard such insults. The Jingtian Demon Son was angry on the spot!
Furious, furious! It's simply furious!
Before Zhang Jingluo could speak, a king-level master beside him coughed lightly, his face was cold, and his eyes shot out two divine lights, directly shooting at the two disciples guarding the mountain gate who were shouting loudly.
"ah!"
"ah!"
The two disciples guarding the mountain gate each screamed, covered their eyes, and rolled on the ground frantically.
He was actually blinded by this king-level master!
Immediately, a shocking roar came from the Dragon Slaying Holy Land: "Jingtian Demon Palace is too bullying!"!