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There is a mountain villa on the outskirts of Luoyang. There is martial law on all sides, but there is no one to be seen inside the villa.

In the underground of the villa, there was a huge secret room that was forcibly dug out. It was connected in all directions. There were constant sounds of footsteps in the passages, and even quarrels could be heard.

In the largest secret room at the easternmost part of the secret room, Zhu Yuyan, dressed in black, stared at the majestic body in front of her that radiated coldness.

His entire body was grey in colour, emitting a chill and a smell of corruption and death. Just standing in the secret room could give people a sense of oppression.

"Is this a success?"

There was some uncertainty in Zhu Yuyan's words. The development of the Western Region Divine Weapon had been going on for nearly two months.

Although there has been progress, success has never been achieved.

Now standing in front of her was a magical weapon from the Western Regions, which looked like a puppet pottery figurine, emitting the aura of death. Zhu Yuyan had no idea whether it was a success or a failure.

"Hehe, don't worry, Queen Yin, this version has been successful. It is no different from the magic weapon you instructed."

Next to him was a hunchbacked man huddled in a black robe, his voice hoarse, like the cry of a night owl.

"Queen, please look!"

The man suddenly clapped his hands.

clap clap...

In an instant, the motionless Western Region divine soldier suddenly opened his eyes, and the death aura emanating from his body suddenly became more than ten times heavier!
"Do it!"

As soon as the hunchbacked man's voice fell, the divine soldier from the Western Regions in front of him instantly raised his hand and clenched his fist, and punched directly at Zhu Yuyan!
boom!
The air twisted and the punch was powerful!
Zhu Yuyan's expression remained unchanged, but there was excitement in her eyes. She raised her hand and a spiral force instantly destroyed the magic weapon's shoulder.

Wow…

In an instant, the right shoulder of the Western Region Divine Weapon that was shattered by Zhu Yuyan continued to shatter outwards like sand and gravel, and then fell to the ground and completely shattered like a pottery figurine.

But it’s not over yet. The Western Region Divine Soldier didn’t feel anything and raised his left hand to continue killing Zhu Yuyan!
The terrifying death energy came towards Zhu Yuyan with a mighty fist force. The ground under his feet changed and he even used light Kung Fu skills!

This scene shocked Zhu Yuyan greatly. These were all made by dead people!
His figure flashed and disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant. With a light touch of his fingertips, he directly shattered the spine of the Western Region Divine Weapon.

boom!
Without the support of the spine, his lower body shattered, but his upper body was still on the ground, punching towards Zhu Yuyan.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

Zhu Yuyan's words were full of satisfaction. She kicked his head and smashed it to pieces. A silver needle fell to the ground, still shining.

"The Western Region's divine soldiers are indeed worthy of being called Taoist soldiers!"

At this moment, Zhu Yuyan's heart was filled with incomparable excitement. If such a magical weapon could be refined into 10,000 or 100,000 pieces!

It's easy to sweep the world!
The researcher next to him also said in a low voice, "Yes, I have studied drugs and poisons for many years, but I never thought there would be such a thing."

"This divine weapon is definitely not something that can be possessed by humans..."

"If such a magical object is used in war, it will surely be invincible!"

Zhu Yuyan nodded, suppressed the excitement in her eyes, turned her head and looked at the man in black robe: "Now that we can develop the Western Regions' Divine Weapon, I want to ask you, how long does it take to cultivate a Western Regions' Divine Weapon?"

"Seven days!"

"Seven days is enough to successfully cultivate a Western Region Divine Weapon!"

The black-robed man whispered, "I and others have found through research that the more powerful a person's martial arts skills are, the greater their chances of success."

"If it is an ordinary soldier training, it may take three corpses to successfully train one."

"But as long as one cultivates internal energy, success is 100% guaranteed!"

"The higher your martial arts skills, the higher your ability to retain your previous strength!"

"If we can train a dozen or so Grandmaster-level experts like this, it would be enough to sweep the martial arts world..."

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Yuyan patted the black-robed man on the shoulder and said, "You did a great job."

"There are already more than 200 frozen corpses in the secret room. We will start cultivating them all now. In seven days, I will need at least 100 Western Region Divine Weapons!"

"Hehe, no problem, Queen Yin, rest assured, I'll take care of this matter."

As he spoke, the man in black robe raised his head, revealing a face shaped like a skeleton, skin and bones, and even a smell of decay on his face, but his eyes revealed a strange blood red color.

"But I hope that Queen Yin will keep her word and bring me, my disciples and others to see the Immortal Lord."

"You know, we study poisons and drugs, dig graves, and now we won't live long. If the Immortal wants enough Western Region magic weapons, if we die..."

"Hmph, don't worry. As long as you work hard, I promise you that if you can reach 3,000 Western Region Divine Soldiers in three months, I will take you to see the Immortal Master."

"Don't worry, we'll find a way to deal with the body later."

Zhu Yuyan snorted coldly and turned to leave. The man in black robe said anxiously, "Queen Yin, I hope you can hurry up and cultivate the blood orchid. There are enough blood orchids for now, but if you want 3,000 divine soldiers in three months, you must at least prepare 10,000 blood orchids for me!"

"Well, I know."

After leaving the secret room, Zhu Yuyan looked at the sky as the sun was about to set, and the suppressed emotions suddenly returned to her heart.

The magic weapon of the Western Regions!

"With such a magical weapon, the desired plan will surely succeed, and I will definitely lead the Demon Sect to an unprecedented height!"

But Zhu Yuyan still felt a little worried, even afraid.

The Western Region's magical weapons appear to be Taoist weapons, but the method of refining them is truly frightening. Taoist weapons are refined with corpses, and in the end they become the appearance of demonic weapons, with an extremely terrifying deathly aura.

Especially the cultivation of blood orchid. When she first found this thing in the Western Regions, she found it in a tomb of a hundred people.

Blood orchid is a plant that grows in blood and flesh!

Although it is not limited to humans and can also be animals, if you want to refine tens of thousands of Western Region magical weapons, you need at least 100,000 blood orchids!

The flesh and blood required would be at least the flesh and blood of 100,000 people...

Therefore, Zhu Yuyan was a little frightened. Was this immortal really an immortal?

Still the real devil!

The divine soldiers of the Western Regions are more like demonic soldiers than Taoist soldiers!
What this immortal did was even more evil than that of the devil!

By then, will they wait until the immortal has accomplished his mission and then kick the Demon Sect open?

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuyan realized that she was courting disaster.

Moreover, it was difficult to get off the boat. Two of his three disciples, Xiao Meiniang, Bai Qing'er, and Wanwan, had already been sent to the immortal's bed.

And myself...

All the power of the Yin Gui Sect has been mobilized...

"Master, I hope you are really a fairy..."

Maybe the immortals will still have some friendship, but what about the demons?
Zhu Yuyan knew that even this demon sect didn’t have any friendship, let alone the real demon!

After adjusting her mindset and letting out the anger in her heart, Zhu Yuyan left the villa and passed the news to Chang'an through the channels of the Demon Sect.

She knew about the Chang'an Dharma Assembly and the time was approaching.

Seven days later, she will go to Chang'an with a hundred divine soldiers from the Western Regions. She wants to see how that bitch Fan Qinghui will be taught a lesson at the Chang'an Dharma Assembly!
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Time flies, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

In Chang'an, people carrying knives and swords can be seen everywhere on the streets at this moment, which has caused most ordinary people in Chang'an to dare not set up stalls.

Since Yang Guang returned to the capital, the whole Chang'an has changed. The nobles, the common people, the merchants, everyone is holding back their breath. In the few nights after returning to the capital, the horror of killing and the smell of blood filled the whole Chang'an for a long time.

At the east gate of Chang'an, a white carriage entered the city. The driver was an ordinary-looking old servant in plain clothes. But after the carriage entered the city, pedestrians on the street avoided it and did not dare to block its way.

Even when the carriage approached, no one dared to make any noise.

Because there was a flag hanging above the carriage with only two words on it.

"Cihang"

The carriage of Cihang Jingzhai!
It was not until the carriage entered an inn that the gang of martial artists began to speak.

"call……"

"It's so scary. When the carriage came over, I felt like a big stone was pressing on my heart."

"You feel it too?"

"But I always feel like there's a sword hanging over my head, as if it will fall down in the next moment..."

Suddenly, someone sneered and said, "Cihang Jingzhai, it's ok for you to be domineering on weekdays."

"This is Chang'an. Yang Guang held a ceremony to release the news that he had the Heshi Bi. Cihang Jingzhai came to participate in the ceremony this time."

"Haha, I wonder how Cihang Jingzhai will cope with the situation when the time comes?"

"Yes, a few days ago I heard that Fairy Feixuan, the descending master of this generation of Cihang Jingzhai, appeared in Luoyang, Yangzhou and other places..."

"Choosing the emperor on behalf of the heaven, haha..."

"Okay, be careful with your words. We can't afford to offend them. We can just watch their jokes from the sidelines."

Inside the inn, there were three people sitting in Fan Qinghui's room.

Fan Qinghui, Shi Feixuan, Ning Daoqi!
That’s right, the wandering man Ning Daoqi, the leader of the three great masters!
At this moment, Fan Qinghui's pretty face in the room was a little gloomy, Ning Daoqi was expressionless, and Shi Feixuan frowned and said, "Master, Taoist Ning, what exactly does Yang Guang want to do this time?"

"He openly spread the news that he had the Heshi Bi and attracted many heroes to gather in Chang'an. Does he want to capture them all in one fell swoop?"

"Fei Xuan, this matter is not as simple as you think. All the heroes gathered in Chang'an, and Yang Guang came here just for my Cihang Jingzhai."

Fan Qinghui's eyes flashed with coldness: "It was my Cihang Jingzhai that said this at the beginning. Now Yang Guang's actions are to force my Cihang Jingzhai to admit that he is the chosen emperor."

"Humph, such a tyrant, a tyrant who wants to seize the world's justice while the people are suffering, I will never let him do that!"

As he spoke, Fan Qinghui looked at Ning Daoqi and said, "Master Ning, I'm afraid I need your help this time."

As early as when she saw Yang Guang's invitation, Fan Qinghui knew that this time, it would be impossible to stop Yang Guang relying solely on their strength.

Therefore, he wrote directly to Ning Daoqi, inviting him to come to Beijing with him.

Ning Daoqi smiled and said, "Master, don't worry. Since I am here, I will naturally help you."

"Yang Guang is a tyrant and the people of the world are indeed living a hard life. The Taoist priest is not only taking action for the sake of the host."

"However, I will not kill anyone."

Ning Daoqi never killed anyone in his life, not even a bad person.

He practiced Taoism and had long since become detached from the world. The reason he got involved with Fan Qinghui was to read the Cihang Sword Classic in order to take himself to a higher level.

The favor I owed you is too great, now isn't it time to repay it...

"Don't worry, Taoist priest. We are not here to kill Yang Guang."

"So good."

Ning Daoqi stood up and said, "Master, I will go back to my room first, you guys chat."

While waiting for Ning Daoqi to leave, Fan Qinghui asked softly, "Who is the mysterious and powerful person behind Yang Guang?"

Fan Qinghui knew that the person who was able to kill the four great monks must be at least a grandmaster.

There are three great masters in the world, Ning Daoqi, Fu Cailin, and Bi Xuan.

In fact, Shi Zhixuan is one of them, as well as Tiandao Song Que.

As for the others, they were all half a step away.

And now an unknown grandmaster has appeared, and he is unable to control him, so Fan Qinghui is naturally a little annoyed.

Ning Daoqi was tied up on his warship, and Song Que could make him take action once if he wanted to.

Shi Zhixuan was deposed, and the remaining two were not in Central China.

Who else could it be?

Fan Qinghui racked her brains but couldn't figure out who it was...

"Master, with so many heroes gathered together this time, we can take this opportunity to inspect the princes who have entered the capital as part of our next plan."

Shi Feixuan said lightly: "After this Dharma Assembly is over, we can further investigate the governance of the various lords' territories and quickly elect a new emperor to end the current chaos."

Fan Qinghui smiled but did not respond.

She was extremely satisfied with her disciple, who had an unparalleled talent for martial arts and now had a clear understanding of the sword. His fighting ability was not much different from her own.

But after all, it is just a flower bud in the deep mountains, and there are many things that are not clear to it and that it has not considered comprehensively.

Some things are too superficial and the essence cannot be seen clearly.

"Well, there are still a few days before the Dharma Assembly begins. You can go out for a walk."

"understood……"

Suddenly, cheers came from outside, interrupting their conversation.

Fan Qinghui stood by the window, looking at the huge convoy below.

Song!
With a smile on his face, he said, "He's here too."

That’s right, the Lingnan Song clan!

Such a convoy, and the driver is a one-armed master old man.

This is Song Que coming in person!

No wonder there were such cheers on the streets.

Song Que has not left Lingnan for many years, and has not even left the Modao Hall.

Now he has come to the Chang'an Dharma Assembly in person!
How could it not cause cheers!

Smiling in his heart, Fan Qinghui felt a little relieved.

In this way, with Ning Daoqi and Song Que both on my side, who else in this world can match us?

Yang Guang, oh Yang Guang, you think you want to use my Cihang Jingzhai to clear your name.

This time, I will make sure you pay the price.

It's time to change the position of the master of the world...

An uncontrolled emperor who wants to subvert the foundation of Cihang Jingzhai will only die!

Song Que, who had his eyes closed in the carriage, suddenly opened his eyes and seemed to meet Fan Qinghui's gaze through the curtain.

"Teacher, stop the car." (End of this chapter)