"Brother Lei, it seems that you are quite loved in the Desert Ghost Town."

Zuo Yang smiled at Lei Xingkong with confidence.

He kept observing the reactions of the residents around him. After these residents knew that Lei Xingkong had returned, most of the expressions on their faces were quite complicated... This is enough to illustrate the problem. They actually welcomed Lei Xingkong back in their hearts, but they had no confidence in him. In order to prevent them from being retaliated by Nasuladin later, they did not dare to easily have anything to do with Lei Xingkong. It is precisely because of this expression that makes it so complicated.

The reason why Zuo Yang is so popular is actually because he heard from Aguda that the residents of the Desert Ghost City were dissatisfied with the rule of Nasuladin and their nostalgia for Lei Xingkong, so he wanted to take advantage of the situation in this way.

In this way, even if Nasuladin sends people to suppress it, as long as Lei Xingkong and Zuo Yang and others can tie with Nasuladin's men in the battle, the residents of the Desert Ghost City will see the hope of overthrowing Nasuladin's rule. At that time, he will "mobilize" Lei Xingkong and have the opportunity to launch a mass war.

Water can carry a boat and can also overturn it.

In the war between the masses, the rulers who are unpopular with the people are paper tigers. Even if there are those mysterious people, Zuo Yang can still increase his chances of winning...

But Zuo Yang didn't know that the residents here were actually not afraid of Nasuladin, but the group of mysterious people!

"Haha, my brother praised it."

Hearing this, Lei Xingkong even started to make a fuss about his head with a little embarrassed.

...

And on the other side.

Lei Xingkong came back alive and brought some helpers to the news, and was soon reported by Nasuladin's eyeliner.

"What!?"

Nasuladin immediately stood up in panic, and his face wrinkled into bitter gourd and paced back and forth.

His steps were taller and shorter. Although he could still walk, he was still a little unsatisfied. This was the commemoration left by Lei Xingkong when he bullied the market.

He hated Lei Xingkong, but from the bottom of his heart, he was still afraid of Lei Xingkong.

He was not Lei Xingkong's opponent back then, and now he is disabled with one leg and he is not Lei Xingkong's opponent. Even if he mobilizes all his subordinates in the city to strangle Lei Xingkong, he may not be able to solve the problem, because the news brought back by the eyeliner shows that Lei Xingkong was not alone this time, and he also brought helpers, and these helpers are likely to come from Shi Guanyin, who no one dares to mess with in this desert. Someone saw the elusive bamboo ship outside the city gate.

After a moment.

"Come here!"

Nasuladin roared.

"City Lord!"

Immediately, two subordinates ran in and knelt on one knee.

"I went to the palace to invite the Tantric envoy, and said that the desert ghost city was in big trouble. I needed their help and I would like to thank you very much afterwards."

Nasuladin said in a hurry.

"yes!"

The two subordinates quickly got up and did as they did.

"Slow down!"

But Nasuladin suddenly called them again and said in a deep thought, "The Tantric envoy is noble. I'll send you to invite me to insult them. I'd better go there myself."

...

The most gorgeous building in the north of the Desert Ghost Town and clearly separated from other buildings is the palace built for Tantric Buddhism.

Outside the palace, two cold-faced men stood guard. Their temples were raised high and their eyes were full of killing, which made the residents in the desert ghost city dare not approach the palace easily, and even dared not look at them again.

In the palace, there were still many men in black standing on both sides of the hall with their hands behind their backs. Nasuladin stood in the center of the hall with his eyebrows down and said softly.

Opposite Nasuladin, a middle-aged man with a slightly fat figure was sitting on a chair and was leisurely tasting tea. The middle-aged man was wearing luxurious silk and brocade, and there were several rings inlaid with pigeon egg-sized gems in his hands. In the Central Plains, only a wealthy man could afford this outfit.

"That's all?"

After Nasuladin finished talking about the matter, the middle-aged man just raised his eyes slightly and said slowly, "You are really disappointing if a mere Lei Xingkong scares you into this."

"The messenger is not the only one Lei Xingkong. According to my eyeliner report, Shi Guanyin may have also become his helper."

Nasuladin trembled and he quickly knelt on the ground and said.

"So what about Shi Guanyin? You are too underestimating the foundation of Tantric Buddhism. Whether it is Lei Xingkong or Shi Guanyin, as long as these people dare to break the Tantric Buddhism, Tantric Buddhism can still teach them to regret coming to this world."

The middle-aged man put down the teacup in his hand, and still said indifferently, "If it weren't for your dog, you are always more obedient and easier to control than Lei Xingkong, I wouldn't mind changing you and let Lei Xingkong continue to be the city lord."

"I am sorry for the sin. I am useful. I am definitely more useful than Lei Xingkong. Please give me another chance. I will take my people to prove that Lei Xingkong will be killed and proved to the messenger!"

Nasuladin lay on the ground and kowtowed, and kept begging the middle-aged man desperately.

The Tantric group has been in the Desert Ghost Town for some time. Once, they took back some martial arts masters from the Central Plains from outside and were locked in the dungeon behind the palace. During that period, they could hear heart-wrenching howls from the dungeon every day.

Nasuladin dared not say or ask. It was only later that the envoy asked him to help deal with the corpses, and he saw the corpses of these martial arts masters who had long been gone. Among Nasuladin's men were just a few people who had escaped from the Central Plains. These people in the Central Plains recognized the identity of one of the corpses. That man was actually a hero who had been famous in the Central Plains martial arts world for a long time, and he was also the head of a second-rate sect!

Since then, Nasulading has both liver and gallbladder, and he has no doubt about the strength of the Tantric organization, and he has obeyed the envoy and dared not disobey at all.

"Okay! Since you have this determination, then go, I'll wait for you to present Lei Xingkong's head here."

The middle-aged man sneered and nodded.

"yes!"

Nasuladin didn't dare to say anything more, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and stumbled and ran out.

It was not until this time that a man in black walked out of the back of the hall, walked behind the middle-aged man, looked at Nasuladin's back and said, "Mr. Tao, if Rushi Guanyin really interfered in this matter, the dog's head would probably be lost. It would be not easy to find such an obedient dog in this desert."

"I know."

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently and said, "Let him try the depth first. It will not be too late for us to show up again if necessary."

Nine Heavens Divine Emperor
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