Zhuxian Prequel: Wilderness

Chapter 47 The Temple

In front of the Devil's Sect Temple, under the strange-shaped tower, a large group of people are gathering at this moment, all members of the Devil's Sect, and almost all the leaders of the sect with the highest status appear here.In addition to the big and small factions, the four most powerful factions in the Devil's Cult have now come to Sanmen, of which the Poison God is naturally the leader, and the Hehuan Sect and the Changshengtang are also here. Standing in front of the crowd are Sanmiao and Yu Yoko.However, the Ghost King Sect, another one of the four great sects, was extremely powerful, but no one showed up at this time, and no one knew where it went.

In addition, many members of the Demon Cult who originally followed the previous leader Qiu Wangyu, headed by the original Four Great Sacred Envoys of the Demon Cult, were also present, but at this moment they were all scattered, and many people had even stood up directly. In the teams of other big and small sects, it is obvious that they have been drawn over.That is to say, only Qinglong, Baihu and Suzaku stood alone, looking very lonely.

Many members of the Devil's Cult looked at Qinglong and the others standing under the Asura Tower with a big urn in their arms, with a bit of unkindness in their eyes. This scene made people feel extremely embarrassing.You must know that not long ago, when the previous leader was still alive, Qinglong and others were all hot newcomers in power, but the situation is completely different now.

However, Qinglong didn't seem to be aware of the looming hostile gazes around him, but with a look of grief on his face, he stood in front of the tower holding the big urn that contained the ashes of the leader of Qiu Wangyu.I don't know when it started, suddenly there was a faint ancient song fluttering from the distant hall, weeping like crying, the wind blew and the flag moved, people in the Demon Cult bowed their heads one after another, some closed their eyes silently, while others opened their mouths in low voices Sing.

That sound seems to be inherited from the ancient times, echoing between the heaven and the earth, fluttering and agitating, straight to the sky.

Qinglong stared at the tower, suddenly picked up a bowl of dark red blood from the ground, and poured it directly on the tower. After a while, there was only a roar, and then a beam of light fell from the sky, shining on the top of the Shura tower.Suddenly there was a rumbling sound, black light appeared on the Shura Pagoda, and then a phantom lit up across the sky. It was extremely dark, like a ghost hell, as if if you looked at it one more time, you would fall into the darkness and never be reborn.

When the black abyss-like phantom appeared, all members of the Demon Cult knelt down, and Qinglong stood at the front, the person closest to the Shura tower and the black abyss phantom.Even with his strength in Taoism, he couldn't help shivering. He didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly sprinkled the ashes in the urn in front of the Shura Pagoda, then silently recited ancient scriptures, and then knelt down and kowtowed.

A shrill howling sound suddenly sounded, but it came from the black abyss-like phantom, like the howling of an evil ghost, as if someone was roaring furiously in it.The voice was extremely ferocious, making all flesh and blood tremble, and the ashes were blown up by the wind, mixed with the sand and soil all over the sky, and sank under the Shura Pagoda like this.

The darkness swelled and shimmered, as if something was trying to break free from the confinement, but at this moment, suddenly a breeze came from the temple in the distance, sweeping across the yellow sandy land, like sunlight shining into the shadows, Suddenly let all the darkness shrink down.

The screaming sound in that phantom quickly fell silent, and then the shadow gradually shrank, and finally disappeared on the Shura Tower.

Seeing the piece of ashes blowing away with the wind, Qinglong burst into tears unknowingly, and knocked his head heavily on the ground, making a faint choking sound.And behind him, the situation of Baihu and Suzaku looked similar, except that Suzaku was covered with a black veil, so outsiders couldn't see her expression, but her shoulders shrugged slightly, obviously very sad.

Compared with these three demon cult envoys, other members of the demon sect seemed to be much more relaxed. After the ceremony, many people stood up quickly, without much sadness on their faces, but looked at Qinglong , Bai Hu, and Suzaku looked a little more disgusted.

A few coughs sounded, but it was the God of Poison who walked up to the three of them, and said softly, "The three of you are in condolence, and the leader is a peerless hero. It is also his wish to be buried under the Shura Pagoda after death. You don't need to be sad."

Qinglong took a deep breath, wiped away the tears on his face, calmed down a bit, then stood up and bowed to the Poison God, saying: "Thank you."

The Poison God nodded, looked back at the crowd, and then said loudly: "Everyone follow me into the temple, the sect master's funeral has been settled, now we should discuss the current countermeasures of the holy church."

Among the Demon Cult crowd, some people agreed abruptly, some were expressionless and did not respond, and some looked left and right, seemingly hesitating.

The Poison God didn't care about that many, he took the lead and walked towards the main hall. Behind him, the disciples of the Wandu Sect followed immediately.

After the Wandu Sect left, the other sects waited and watched for a while, and then they all began to walk towards the main hall one after another, but the atmosphere in the air became heavy and cold. Whenever they looked at the people around them, if they were not from the same sect, There is a sense of vigilance.

Qinglong, Baihu, and Suzaku stood at the end, Baihu snorted coldly and said, "Brother, shall we go there too?"

Before Qinglong could reply, Suzaku beside him said: "I don't think so, don't go there, these people look like they wish we could die soon, it's disgusting to see."

Qinglong pondered for a moment, sighed, and said: "Let's go and have a look, no matter what, we are still members of the Holy Cult."

Baihu and Suzaku didn't speak. Although they seemed a little reluctant, they didn't insist on being stubborn any longer. Obviously, they still valued their status as members of the Holy Cult.Qinglong led the two of them for a few steps, and Suzaku suddenly spoke again, saying:
"Brother, is Xuanwu really not coming back?"

Qinglong nodded and said, "That's what he said when he left."

Bai Hu said angrily: "This guy is so dishonest, obviously the four of us made an oath together back then, but he was the only one..."

"Okay, don't talk about it." Qinglong interrupted Baihu's words wearily, and said, "It can't be blamed on him. It is really that the situation of our holy religion is not good. When the opportunity is right in the future, I will naturally come back again." Go find him."

Baihu nodded and stopped talking, while Qinglong glanced at the large group of Demon Cultists who were gradually entering the hall in front of him, and suddenly said: "No one from the Ghost King Sect came."

Suzaku interjected: "Yes, I heard that they held a big funeral for the Sect Master of the Ghost King at the edge of the wilderness, and then that person named Xiao Wan didn't care about it. With the body of the ghost king suzerain and everyone, he ran back to Huqi Mountain inexplicably."

Bai Hu said angrily: "I think he is really stupid. If he doesn't come here, how can he get something?"

Qinglong sneered and said: "What do you know, he is really smart."

Suzaku and Baihu were startled, Qinglong looked up at the sky, snorted, and said: "Just wait and see, the world will change in the future, I don't know who will have the last laugh."

(End of this chapter)