The handsome young man was Longqing who was shot through by Ning Que in the wasteland. Under that arrow, his Qihai and Snow Mountain were destroyed. Then he was wandering for several months and came from the wasteland to Song State alone, like a beggar.

In the face of all thoughts, a ship appeared overseas and he saw a Taoist in Qingyi.

The Taoist Qingyi is naturally the subject of the spectator. The subject of the spectator repaired the Qihai Snow Mountain for him, and ordered him to go to Zhishouguan. He worked as a servant for half a year, read the sand and the two volumes of heavenly books on the sun, and encountered the opportunity in the green mountains outside the viewing, and even broke through Zhishouguan. Then, he went to the South China Sea, met the subject of the spectator again, and was arranged to the Temple of the South China Sea.

The South Sea Temple was founded by Wei Guangming's previous generation of the Great Master of Light, who was also powerful. With the acquiescence of the Temple in recent years, the South Sea Temple has developed its power to no less than any temple in the Xilingling.

When Longqing left, there was a commander to the master of the South China Sea, and the great priest of the South China Sea Temple was granted his priesthood. However, afterwards, many practitioners of the South China Sea Temple disappeared. They were discovered by the great priest of the South China Sea to kill him. They were originally trying to kill him, but they were escaped. On the way to be hunted, they were either bewitched or coerced by some masters of the South China Sea Temple to serve as their subordinates.

The academy never cared about Longqing. In the year and a half since Ning Que returned from the wasteland, no one paid attention to him. If Ye Qi learned about this, he would probably be a little surprised. Longqing was still restored to Qihai Snow Mountain by the audience, but some of his experiences were separated from the original development and he was sent to the South China Sea Temple by the audience.

Ning Que walked out of the carriage, and he saw Longqing behind more than a dozen people at a glance. The destiny practitioner was actually him, but with an iron bow and talisman arrow on his body, and a small sword left by his twelfth senior brother, he was not worried that he and Sangsang would be buried in front of this old temple in the deep mountains.

Ning Que did not feel that he had said a few words from behind the strong enemy. He was curious that while Long Qing recovered his cultivation, he pulled the iron bow extremely coldly and shot out three talisman arrows in succession. Then he took out the box behind him, and dozens of small swords rose in the wind, and the sword energy covered the sky outside Honglian Temple.

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In the northwest of the Great Wilderness, a clear stream flows on the grassland with green and tall calves. At the edge of the clear stream, there are many people gathered around the tent. Each of them was wearing light armor and holding a scimitar, and riding a tall black horse on the Golden Tent Grassland under their crotch. After counting carefully, there were no less than a thousand. Each of them showed a breath of bloody killing. They were obviously the most elite cavalry in the Golden Tent Royal Court.

The Golden Tent Royal Court can be said to be the country with the most powerful military power in the world. Judging from the results of countless battles with the Tang Kingdom in the past, although they were mostly defeated, the Tang Kingdom also had to pay a heavy price.

Inside the tent sat an old man wearing a grassland single garment and a blood-colored hat. He held a string of bone chains in his hand and meditated with his eyes closed, but judging from his straight sitting posture, his mood was not peaceful at this time.

The old man was the national teacher of the Golden Tent. A long time ago, the Golden Tent was the largest force on the wasteland. Each tribe only believed in the fictional and hypothetical wolf god. The Taoist sect saw the strength of the Golden Tent, so he sent someone to preach. According to the example at the southern gate of the Tang Kingdom, the national teacher, the most powerful Golden Tent entrusted to be the great priest of the Baoding priest.

During the missionary process of Xiling, this great priest of the treasure tripod played a crucial role. With his prestige in the royal court, no one in the Golden Tent royal court could remember the wolf god in the past for decades. Now he only knows that there is the Heaven of Changsheng, and the Heaven of Changsheng is also the Heaven of Haotian.

There are many mysterious people in the world, such as the 23rd year of the Demon Sect leader who has disappeared for many years, such as the first lecture seat of the Hanging Mountain for many years, such as the drunkard and butcher who lived for eternal night, and the 12th Mr. Twelve, a strong man in the world who was very young, was redefined by only four swords in the world.

Master Jinzhang is also a very mysterious person. His best attitude is never the sacrificial method of the grassland barbarians. His practice seems to integrate the concepts of many sects, but it does not belong to any sect.

Even himself, it was difficult for him to know what method he was practicing. After he was born, he grew up with the high priest of the Right Tent of the Grassland King Court, so he first practiced Buddhism. After he went to the Golden Tent, he found a seriously injured young man in a mess of grasslands. The man was named Xiong Chumo, who is now the head of Xiling. He saved Xiong Chumo. Xiong Chumo expressed his gratitude and taught him the magical arts of Xiling. Later, he walked around the world, traveled all over the wasteland, crossed the river, Xiling, and traveled in Chang'an City for a while.

Buddha, Taoism, and witchcrafts for sacrifice are all his practices. His knowledge is enough to be before the world, so his realm can also be before the world. Before he became the national teacher of the Golden Tent, his thoughts were inexplicably understood. He understood why he practiced, which was a sense of belonging that everyone had been pursuing and could never avoid.

Where is his sense of belonging? Many years after becoming the King of the Golden Tent, one day he drank water by the clear stream and suddenly felt the great will of the heaven of immortality. Then his body and soul were washed by invisible existence, and he understood where his sense of belonging came from.

The sense of belonging has never been related to the master sect, but only to faith. Just like Liu Bai's sword, the reason why he is powerful is because he understood a long time ago that his belief is on the sword.

His faith is in heaven.

More than ten days ago, he saw a piece of yellow sand floating in the Western Wilderness, so he understood the whole story without investigating the matter in the Western Wilderness. Since that day, Wang Ting has transferred a thousand warriors from the border camp between Wang Ting and Tang Kingdom, and he has been sitting here since that day and has never moved again.

Someone roared, and the sound of horse hooves stomping outside the camp tent sounded, and then the sound of killing and the sound of scimitar being shedded drowning all the movements. At this time, a drop of sweat flowed through his shriveled face.

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After stabbing the head of the lecture, Ye Qi did not use any distance to travel, but walked to the Great Wilderness on the yellow sand on the Western Wilderness and came to the Great Wilderness. He did not need to find where the King's tent of the Jinguan Master was in the Great Wilderness. He only needed to release his perception and could sense the other party's aura. More than ten days later, he saw the mother stream of the big river in Yuelun, the thousand grassland cavalry, and the king's tent.

After seeing him, the grassland cavalry did not ask, and then they knew why they and others were suddenly transferred from the royal court and the Tang border by the king. The roar was the sound of the cavalry commander ordering the killing of the enemy.

A thousand scimitars were pulled out of the sheath by the cavalry. The swords had drunk so much blood, and they were blood-colored. A thousand steel scimitars were exposed in the air, instantly blocking the sunshine in the sky. They ran and formed an attacking formation in an instant, like a wave of blood surging.

With such a mighty power, even if they face great practitioners in the realm of knowing their destiny, they can also fight.
Chapter completed!