My Disciples Are All Villains

Vol 3 Chapter 698: Preaching World Three

The middle-aged man looked at the practitioners at the entrance of the barrier and disappeared before turning around and leaving.

After all, he is not here, no other practitioners are obsessed with fanaticism, and there are still two days left. Staying here will not help.

For those who look at the lively and admired practitioners, they naturally have to stay, even if they can’t hear it, they can’t see it.

...

After entering the barrier, all practitioners hiked up the mountain according to the agreement in advance.

Practitioners will not be tired because of this. Instead, they will talk and laugh all the way and appreciate the scenery on Jinting Mountain.

In terms of towering and precarious, Jin Tingshan is far from Sanzong. But there are not many disciples of Jin Tingshan. There are no three cases where tens of thousands of people are so huge. One mountain is awesome enough.

Halfway through, I saw a man with a silver mask on the side of the mountainside, in the pavilion, with one hand behind him, overlooking the mountains.

"Hush... This person was the first person in the Black List more than three hundred years ago, Leng Luo. Now he is one of the elders of the Demon Pavilion." It was Shen Liangshou who spoke.

"Shen Liangshou, haven't you studied the devil's pavilion?"

"That's that...to recognize people, so as not to make the low-level mistake of'dogs looking at people's low'." Shen Liangshou recalled the past, not only studied the disciples of Motiange, but also added those who joined Motiange. Everyone studied it clearly.

After a long period of wisdom, he has been studying the Motiange for the past year, and he boasts that he knows the Motiange better than himself.

"You rank first in the white list, tied with Senior Leng Luo, don't you say hello?"

Shen Liangshou embarrassedly said: "Don't joke, people rely on strength, I rely on bragging..."

Everyone laughed and walked up the hill.

Not far away from the pavilion, I saw two girls flying around at low altitude.

The practitioners are puzzled.

Isn’t this Jinting Mountain not allowed to fly?

Shen Liangshou first said: "Don’t make any fuss... This is the red silk, it is Mr. Motiange Jiu, who is next to her in a clouded coat, it should be her sister. Don’t think they are young, think Nothing. At Motiange, the most dearest of all the gentlemen is Mr. Jiu. She does what she does, and all of them are supported by brothers and sisters.

"..."

This is terrible.

It is equivalent to being pampered by thousands.

The two are like elves, with a graceful body, and they are already beautiful women only possessed by adults.

Young ancestors can't offend.

Shen Liangshou stopped and looked closely at the conch beside Xiaoxie'er, and wrote down her appearance.

He doesn't know much about this conch. It's definitely not easy to stay here for so long.

Many practitioners continue to walk upward.

"This is Mr. Mo Tiange, don't look at him dumb. At first, when he was only in the court of the gods, he was sitting in the fierce tiger cottage, but it was okay. Both Mr. Da and Mr. Qi valued people." Shen Liangshou introduced.

Someone interjected: "Mr. Ba's father is said to be an expert at Yaba. Is it true?"

Shen Liangshou responded with a smile: "Mr. Ba’s father, who worked in Liangzhou during the First World War, struggled with the aliens of the Seven Kingdoms. He is a veritable Ba Ye expert... if I remember correctly, he came from the ancient holy religion."

Others looked at the unraveling of the ancient saint leader.

After unraveling through the crowd, he came to Shen Liangshou and asked cautiously, "Dare to ask your Excellency?"

"Not worth mentioning, under, Shen Liangshou." Shen Liangshou returned.

"As you said just now, the father of Mr. Eight, came from the ancient sacred religion?"

"Yes."

"Is it convenient to tell him the name?" Untie said.

"Zhu Tianyuan." Shen Liangshou raised his hand to cover his mouth, whispered to his ear, and said other names in public, showing disrespect.

When he heard the name, he opened his eyes and seemed to be electrocuted. He staggered and took a step back.

Shen Liangshou said: "What's wrong with you?"

"This is the leader of the ancient saints, untie." Some people said.

"..."

Shen Liangshou immediately understood that the Tiantian Yuan came from the ancient sacred religion, and you are the leader of the ancient sacred religion... not that the enemies don't get together. He sighed and shook his head, patting the unbuttoned shoulder: "Take care."

Not long.

Everyone came to the Demon Hall.

Since Si Wuya and Ming Shi did not care what they were talking about, they directly led them to the North Pavilion, and then they returned.

...

East Pavilion.

Luzhou no longer carries out the enlightenment of the Heavenly Book, but devotes himself to practice, consolidates and enhances the practice.

The original owner Ji Tiandao has already extended the Dantian gas sea wall to the eight-leaf peak consummation. Therefore, there are no barriers and bottlenecks in the overall process of upgrading Luzhou from the quenched body to the great consummation.

The life expectancy is reversed within the range not affected by age, and the speed of spiritual practice has also improved a lot.

"Master, the person who came to learn the Tao has been arranged properly." Si Wuya appeared in the East Pavilion.

"In addition, Tu'er secretly made the decision, so that the ancient saint leader unraveled the mountain."

Luzhou Wei responded with his eyes closed: "I see."

"Tuer quits."

Without Master’s clear attitude, it is freedom to make the decision.

This is the answer that Si Wuya wanted most.

Just out of the East Pavilion.

Si Wuya saw the ancient saint leader untie

, Led by Pan Zhong, walked through the corridor and pavilion.

Da Lao Yuan, nodded and then nodded and said:

"Ancient sacred religion, untied, and met Mr. Seven."

"Something?" Si Wuya said.

"Zhu Tianyuan is my elder brother. I misunderstood him. I wonder if Mr. Seven can recommend it?" Jie said.

"Introduction is not necessary...I have a suggestion for you." Si Wuya said.

"Please speak to Mr. Seven."

"It's very simple, give him the position of the leader, and then leave the ancient sacred church on his own. This is good for you and him."

"..."

Unlocking did not expect Si Wuya to be so direct, and staggered, "Does Mo Tiange really want to intervene in the ancient holy religion?"

"Can't intervene?" Si Wuya asked.

Zhu Honggong is an eight disciple of Motian Pavilion and a descendant of ancient sacred religion. Why can't he intervene?

Even though he had been psychologically prepared for the unraveling, he was still asked to look dumbfounded.

"Mr. Seven doesn't ask why?"

"Why ask?"

Mo Tiange helps his family, isn't that right?

He sighed, "I really thought about it, and thought that Mo Tian Ge would deal with it impartially, just according to what Mr. Qi said."

Turn around and leave.

"and many more."

"What advice does Mr. Seven have?" Xie Xie was bored, and the tone of the answer was naturally unpleasant.

"Motiange has always been very grievous and resentful. If you don't accept it, you can raise an objection with my eight younger brothers." Si Wuya said in a tone. "However, I have to advise you that this is the Motiange, not the ancient holy religion, Put away those useless arrogances, and if there is no order from the teacher, just by what you said just now, you are already dead."

After speaking, Si Wuya left and left.

Unravelling his body, he bowed his body, and when he looked up, his back was soaked with cold sweat.

He did not hesitate and extravagantly think about it. When he returned to the North Pavilion, he tried to find someone to talk to him and told Zhu Tianyuan that he was willing to give up the position of the ancient holy religion and leave the ancient holy religion unconditionally.

Tiantian Yuan, who heard the news, couldn't help but talk.

"Untie, you have today! Haha..." Zhu Tianyuan said with a smile, "Is this the feeling of bullying?"

...

Time flies.

Two days passed in a flash.

Devil's Pavilion, East Pavilion.

Luzhou opened his eyes slowly... In fact, his Dantian Qihai reached its completion last night.

The reason for practicing till now is to simulate the scene of breaking the nine leaves in my mind.

In the eyes of others, he is just re-demonstrating it, but only he knows... This is his ninth leaf.

"Come here."

The disciples outside the door bowed: "Please call the Pavilion Master."

"Submit the order, gather at the Demon Pavilion."

"Yes."

All practitioners in the North Pavilion are gangsters from all over Kyushu.

But no one dismissed the conditions of the North Pavilion.

They got together early, waiting for the orders of the Patriarch of the Demon Heaven Pavilion.

This is the voice from outside the cabinet.

"The pavilion master has orders, gather in front of the hall of the demon pavilion, everyone please."

All the practitioners were happy, and they all flocked to the Demon Hall.

Hundreds of people occupied the front of the hall.

at the same time.

Outside Jinting Mountain, many practitioners were suspended in high altitude, trying to see something.

Those who can't fly too high, or can't fly, can only sigh and shake their heads.

...

Immediately afterwards were the four elders of the Demon Pavilion, Leng Luo, Pan Litian, Zuo Yushu, and Hua Wudao. In front of them, all the people present were juniors.

Then there were the disciples of Motiange, all except Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong.

Every time a person enters the field, the practitioners will greet each other.

Even at the bottom of the position, Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng, who were only devoted to miscellaneous, were still greeted by everyone.

"The patriarch arrived."

There was a sound.

The practitioners all looked at the direction of the East Pavilion.

Despite Luzhou's world-famous ~www.novelmtl.com~, there are still many people who have never seen the appearance of the Lord of the Devil's Pavilion.

Buzz!

Special energy resonance sounds.

"Above."

Luzhou appeared on the spire of the Motian Pavilion, facing away from the practitioners, looking at the sky while stroking his beard.

Immortal wind bones, superior style, robes drooping...