Chapter 1245: Five hundred forty nine

Chapter 1245 Chapter 549: Meng material
"Only fifty thousand?"
The sick tiger is still alive, and Xiang Qian is already at the last moment in his life.
And such a beautiful sentence that people are about to die does not apply to this old man.
At this time, he looked like a beast at the end of the road, and the slightest stimulation would arouse his killing intent and anger.
The counselor who was shrouded by this might trembled his legs and said with a drowning voice: "In addition to the Li family, his subordinates have also requisitioned several idle merchant ships. They will definitely be able to arrange all the 70,000 people!"
Xiang Gan, who was covered with dark spots on his face, reduced his momentum, and his low-hanging white hair covered most of his face: "Let the tribe members board the boat quickly and prepare to leave."
"Yes, ancestor."
The strategist who was ordered ran out of the Qiankun Tower, and the hunchback with a sore face looked at the other side's humble appearance and let out a cold snort of disdain.
"Cough cough cough cough."
"What happened to the ancestor."
"It's okay."
Xiang Qian waved his hand weakly to stop the hunchback from going forward to check his own.
The so-called spiritual fading is a sign that the martial artist's life span has reached the end.
It is also called the five decays of heaven and man, that is, the decline of spiritual power, the decline of inner law, the decline of spiritual bones, the decline of soul, and the decline of final life.
If it is properly maintained and there is no hidden injury, the grandmaster will have a life span of ten to twenty years even in the spiritual fading period, but Xiang Qian is already too old.
The spirit faded at the age of nearly 400 years old, even in the realm of the master, it is still happy and bad.
However, Xiang Qian was not happy at all. The Xiang family, who was in the midst of the sky, suffered successive blows in just three years.
Xiang'ange, Xiang Nan, and Xiangzhuang left one after another, and Xiang Yan's body fell, which dealt a fatal blow to the old man.
In the early years, he was always waiting for the spirit to fade, feeling that he could know his fate, but now he just wants to have a little more time, even a year or even a few months.
As long as he can protect his tribe to reach Zhongzhou, he will die without regret.
"Let the various ministries of Yingdao prepare and clear the waterways to ensure that the merchant ships can travel smoothly. This matter is the most important thing, and there is no tolerance for it. Let Yingyang do it himself, and there is no need to entangle with the South China Sea gangs!"
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In the schoolyard of Tianyuan Wuguan
The demon killers were deducing the possibility of the plague, but their whereabouts were discovered by the forest elites who were patrolling by the Emperor Dutian.
This group of Tiannan Wang's disciples who followed Yanshan with the help of Shishin's tail were already thrilled when they discovered the lineup in the Tianyuan Martial Arts Hall.
The rich devilish energy has become the best shelter for the Shishen Yingui, and even the sharpest Tang Luo didn't find a few strands of the spirit hidden in the evil spirit, let alone others.
Although there is no way to hear the conversation in Tianyuan Wushu Hall, these elites in the forest have already made up a drama with hundreds of thousands of words.
The highest aptitude and comprehension of the Wuxiang Temple, Yanshan colluded with the Blood Tower and the Demon Lord. Only when the time was right, he had to formulate the rules of the game between heaven and earth and rewrite the order of the holy land.
It's hard to see that even a character like the guardian of the corpse of the ancient blood building can only stand on the side with his hand held. The only interlocutors are Yanshan and Gouchen.
The forest elite, who felt that he had discovered the secret of the great sky, couldn't wait to immediately plug in his wings and fly back to Zhongzhou Hanging City, telling the news to Supervisor Cao Dadu.
But they knew that the most correct decision right now was to report it to Wang Shang from Jialan Village at the foot of Floating Cloud Mountain, and the patrol angel would decide whether or not to leave the news.
After all, it is about the Buddhas of Wuxiang Temple. Even Wang disciples like them do not have enough shoulders to bear the possible consequences.
The ghost faded along with the devilish energy, and the forest patrol angel in Jialan Village heard the incredible news and smashed the tea cup.
"Yanshan conspired with the corpse monk and the demon master in the schoolyard of Tianyuan Wushu?"
"Yes!"
Wang Qian said with excitement: "The monk who went down under the guise of Zhenfu also honestly used the Sutra of Sutra of Suffering and Silence to suppress the killing intent of the people, but when he walked to the central city, he took the people behind him They all dispersed, and then pushed the door into a martial arts hall called Tianyuan."
"In the martial arts museum, there was only the corpse monk Guhan. Yanshan should have taught the corpse monk the secrets of Wuxiang Temple. In just a quarter of an hour, the other party's Molian ghost Arhat spirit was reborn, not only the brows were white. Jin Yan's head is bald."
"After instructing Guhan's cultivation base, Demon Lord Goochen appeared. He and Yanshan are also old acquaintances. Yanshan not only smiled at him, but also gave him a five-body gift, which is very respectful!"
"Boss, these things have been seen by my Shijin, and there is no lie. Those monks in Wuxiang Zen Temple usually have their eyes above the top and look like they disdain our Wang Xun. Unexpectedly, see if they have any reason to be bullish!"
"Okay." Wang Chang waved his hand to stop Wang Qian's increasingly off-topic description, and asked faintly: "You mean, the demon Lord Gou Chen has no health problems?"
"That's right." Wang Qian said firmly: "In the eyes of Shishen, the demon lord hooks Chen's blood and energy like a dragon, and his body is like a melting pot of the sun. The prosperity of Yang Qi is only seen in his life. The body can't do it, such a person really doesn't look like a severely injured person!"
"I see, you go down first."
After listening to Wang Qian's description, Wang Chang said lightly.
After stepping back, Wang Chang turned around and asked Wang Po, "Do you think, how credible what the king said just now?"
"Wang Qian is a member of our Wang family. Although he is a prostitute, he is loyal to the family. Besides, he shouldn't talk nonsense about such a big thing!"
Wang Po listened to the report together at the time, and felt that the other party really had no reason to lie about this matter: "I think it should be 90% credible."
"Ninety percent?"
Wang Chang shook his head. He was very worried about Wang Po's knowledge and employment, but he still patiently explained: "The king is loyal to the family, but he wants to get ahead."
"Is this bad?" Wang Po asked puzzledly, "Isn't it motivated if you want to get ahead?"
"If you want to get ahead too much, you will use too much force, and you will be prone to unjust, false and wrong cases."
Wang Chang said indifferently: "It's about the Buddha of Wuxiang Zen Temple. If you are not careful, it will be a major event in Xihe. But when Wang Qian was talking about this matter, there was only excitement and excitement. The information given by such people, It is very dangerous."
"Danger?"
"Yanshan is the most likely disciple of the Buddha in this generation of Wuxiang Zen Temple. The demon Lord Gouchen is the man who stirred Xihe Fengyun as soon as he came out of the mountain. You know what will happen if these two people meet together. Reaction?"
Wang Chang solemnly said: "Moreover, after these two trials, I have become more and more suspicious that the devil Gou Chen has awakened the blood of immortality!"
"Immortal blood!?"
Wang Po was startled: "Isn't this the earth-level bloodline that is scarce than the sky-level bloodline in the legend, Demon Lord Gouchen, how is it possible?"
(End of this chapter)