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Chapter 395 The Dark Church
The number one person in the Guangming Academy, who possesses supreme power and absolute majesty, is naturally the master of this generation of Guangming Academy, Wu Tianhen.

The second is Shen Gang, the Taoist protector, and Wang Xuangang, the Grand Priest.

It's just that for many years, the palace lord, Shenlong, was hard to see and hid in the world. The affairs of the school were almost all presided over by the Grand Priest Wang Xuanzang, so that many people almost forgot the existence of the palace lord.

But once this name is mentioned, everyone will show the most respectful and humble expression.

You must know that the masters of the Guangming Academy in the past dynasties have been selected through numerous assessments, promoted to holy sons from among many godsons, and finally passed the trials to enter the Guangming Palace, and they have to go through the nine stages of life and death to obtain the approval of the Guangming Palace. Able to inherit the position of palace lord.

Therefore, the masters of each generation of Guangming Academy are monsters, absolute monsters, and it can even be said that their strength is not below the Twelve Thrones.

Especially this generation is even more different.

Wu Tianhen, there have been rumors in the world for a long time that this palace lord has an extraordinary background and is the ancestor of the Great Xia. His blood is amazing, and he has shown unimaginable talent and strength since he was a child.

After being promoted to the Holy Son, he entered the Hall of Light and even defeated the first king of that generation. His strength is still a legend to this day.

Later, he was involved in many major events, such as the rise of the Twelve Thrones, the Qin Emperor's seizure of the palace, and the fierce oppression of the Guangming Palace.

Therefore, even though Wu Tianhen traveled around the world and didn't ask about academic affairs, he had a very high prestige in the Guangming Academy.

"That kid has already attracted the attention of the Palace Master!?" Ying Beichen couldn't believe it.

In his eyes, Wu Tianhen is aloof, aloof from the world like a god, detached from the world of mortals, and nothing seems to arouse his interest.

Even Ying Beichen, known as one of the most outstanding geniuses in Guangming Academy for the past 20 years, has stepped into the ranks of masters at this age, and will definitely become the mainstay of Guangming Academy in the future.

So amazing, and he has never received Wu Tianhen's attention and advice.

A little guy like Wang Qiong actually attracted Wu Tianhen's attention, and even issued an order to make Wang Xuangang protect him?

This... This simply surpassed Ying Beichen's cognitive boundary.

"Why?" Ying Beichen blurted out, unable to understand at all.

Why did the dignified Guangming Academy try to protect the body of a major crime, and it was in advance of offending the Guangming Palace.

"Wang Qiong called the Hall of Light..."

"You have to remember..." Wang Xuanzang shouted in a deep voice, interrupting Ying Beichen's words.

The Grand Priest's eyes are as calm as water, although there are no waves, they hide undercurrents.

"The Hall of Light is the Hall of Light...don't be confused with us..."

hum...

Ying Beichen's brain roared, and an unbelievable expression appeared in his eyes.

For an outstanding man like him, many things don't require too much words at all. As long as he speaks on demand, he can understand everything and think through all the joints.

It was precisely because of this that he knew what kind of meaning was hidden behind Wang Xuanzang's seemingly simple words.

Back then, the sages of the human race went on and on, in order to keep the fire of human beings alive, they founded the Temple of Light, which stood on the sky, and was born on the ground, with generous elegy and bloodshed. Only then did this immortal orthodoxy pass down.

Even the sages who founded the Guangming Academy all came from the Guangming Palace.

Over the years, the Guangming Academy and the Guangming Palace have always been in a dependent relationship, advancing and retreating, and sharing weal and woe.

But now Wang Xuanzang's voice revealed a trace of unusual taste, it seemed that Guangming Academy did not want to continue to maintain such a relationship.

"Grand Priest... this matter..." Ying Beichen's expression changed.

Compared with Wang Qiong, the signal sent by Wang Xuanzhang is the major event concerning Qianqiu's future.

"Things in the world, if you are poor, you will change. If you are poor, you will change. If you change, you will last forever. Everything is impermanent and uncertain. There is nothing strange about it." Wang Xuanzang did not say anything, but said indifferently.

"But..." Ying Beichen couldn't help but said.

Leaving the Palace of Light is a major event, and if it affects the whole body, it may cause a catastrophe.

"When the sage founded the Guangming Academy, he said that the times are changing and the fate is torrent. The old light will eventually be annihilated, and the new light will be reborn from the destruction..." Wang Xuangang sighed leisurely.

The sages of that era had already foreseen the changes in the future.

Perhaps on the day when the sage founded the Guangming Academy, he had already expected that one day, the Guangming Academy would part ways with the Guangming Palace and embark on different paths.

"This is a big deal!" Ying Beichen said shyly.

If this is the future that is destined to happen, he dare not even imagine it.

"Don't panic, there is still a long time, maybe ten years, maybe 20 years, and the salary is exhausted. What we need to do now is to cultivate the seeds that can entrust the future." Wang Xuanzang said lightly.

This is Wu Tianhen's plan. In fact, over the years, the master of the Guangming Academy has traveled around the world and has found many seeds of unfavorable luck. They all shoulder the hope of the future of the Guangming Academy.

When the time is right, these seeds will attract the attention of the world.

"Wang Qiong is also one of them!?" Ying Beichen couldn't help asking.

Wang Xuanzang nodded: "You have to remember, he is very special."

Ying Beichen understood, if this was the grand plan set by the palace lord, then his little personal grievances were naturally nothing and had to be put aside.

"The Tianmeng Guild..."

"Just wait and see what happens! We will know when the time comes." Wang Xuanzang said lightly.

In fact, he doesn't know what the truth behind this is, and he will only know everything until that day.

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The imperial capital, Xishan!
The moon rabbit rises in the east, and the branches are separated in twos and twos, and the shadows like sparrow claws are sifted down.

On the side of the cold pool, a figure rose slowly from the water, and the moment the liquid in his body touched the air, it condensed into flesh and blood.

"Liu Yue'er, you are so courageous, you even ignored the canon and took so long to reply." A dark voice sounded under the moonlit night.

Liu Yue'er's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, she looked at the person with a hint of fear.

"Sailor Moon, I've said it happened for a reason."

"Things happen for a reason, but they may not be innocent!"

Sailor Moon's black hair stood on end, and his whole body exuded an icy chill. Even the dark pool water became icy clean, and the surrounding vegetation felt like it was in the winter.

Liu Yue'er's complexion changed suddenly. The man in front of her was a master of the Dark Church, belonging to the Zidian level, while she was only at the Baihong level. The other party's status was two levels higher than his.

The disparity is so great that it is unimaginable that this move will make her pay a heavy price.

That ghostly figure appeared in front of Liu Yue'er, and the frost struck her, freezing everything.

"The Dark Church is too petty."

At this moment, a loud sound resounded, and the terrible breath shook everything away.

Sailor Moon's complexion changed suddenly, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes. He subconsciously pulled back and stepped back. At almost the same moment, a broad palm fell on his shoulder.

"Did you only send a little guy to talk to me?" Wang Qiong chuckled, as gentle and gentle as slaughtering a pig or a sheep.

(End of this chapter)