On the central axis of the City of Vientiane, there is a towering hall second only to the Tianshu Building, and a large building complex on the hillside is magnificent and extraordinary. The Tianshu Building has a bottom-up magnificent momentum, but this building has a top-down majesty.

If the Wanxiang Sect is compared to a country and a country of practitioners, the Wanxiang City is the capital, and this building is similar to an administrative center such as the "Forbidden City" and "Senate", which is responsible for handling all matters within and within the city and is called the "True Teaching Hall".

As the name suggests, the hall of true disciples. The Wanxiang Sect is jointly ruled by true disciples, so its status can be imagined. All internal affairs of the sect must be dealt with here, including disputes between true disciples must be reviewed here.

In the True Teaching Hall, in the main hall, a female monk was frowning and writing quickly.

She was wearing a luxurious purple dress, with black hair tied up high, stacked like clouds, setting off her skin as white as snow, and was a peerless beauty in the world. However, she had a solemn and majestic expression, dignified and noble temperament, and had the style of a queen.

The nine-foot-long desk in front of her happened to be located on the central axis of Vientiane City and even this True Teaching Hall.

It is the third senior sister "Dai Mengfan" who is in charge of the True Teaching Hall.

Because no matter who is the eldest brother, she is the third sister, she is privately respected as the "Eternal Third Sister" or nicknamed the "Third Third Sister" by other true disciples.

If the "big brother" is the king of a country, who commands the army and conquers all directions, then she is the prime minister of a country, who manages everything every day, and she will handle all the internal affairs of the sects.

"Senior Sister. Qingyang Zhenren from Qingyang Temple wants to see you."

A female disciple tiptoed in and said softly. Perhaps because of the busy business, the third senior sister's temper has become increasingly stronger and stronger recently. She seems to have become a different person. In the past, she was gentle and friendly, talking and laughing, and was very considerate to everyone, but she was not angry and powerful, which made people dare not offend. But now all subordinates are cautious when they see her and dare not breathe.

"not see!"

Sure enough, Dai Mengfan didn't raise his head, his tone was full of impatientness.

In a flash of thought, all the messages of Qingyang Temple - origin, development, current situation, names and cultivation of the sect leader and main disciples - were all in control, and immediately came to a conclusion: What a shit Qingyang Zhenren, an old waste who can't survive five heavenly tribulations in three thousand years.

However, his disciples "Ling Xiaozi" and "Miao Zhenzi" are worth recruiting, especially Miao Zhenzi, who is said to have ascended from a very small world. In just a few decades, they have reached the peak of the Golden Pill from the early stage of foundation building.

Because the spiritual energy in the small world is thin and it is difficult to ascend, such people are generally very good at talent, mind, and blessings, and they are also a female monk, so they are worth paying attention to.

If it were normal, she might have summoned her to come and see her, but now she is not in the mood.

Recently, there are more and more people like this. They refuse to join the Wanxiang Sect well. They think they are a master of the Breaking View and want special treatment. They all get annoyed to her.

But considering the image of the Wanxiang Sect, he added: "You go and entertain it! Be more tactful." Special treatment is impossible. The Wanxiang Sect does not lack a disciple in the house, nor does it lack so-called geniuses.

"Yes." The female disciple took the order and left.

Dai Mengfan's brows were frowning even tighter, his eyes were erratic, his hands were writing quickly, but his attention seemed to be completely not on the desk in front of him, but was thinking about something else-

In fact, no matter how difficult the affairs are, it is not difficult for a Yang Shen monk to deal with them. Her thoughts can surpass the so-called wise man in mortals who meditate for three days and three nights.

Her real distress, like the Qingyang Zhenren, is the upcoming great disaster in heaven and earth.

Her position is higher than that of Qingyang Real Person, closer to the "sky", and you can see more things - she has already smelled the bloody smell of war and even the rotten smell of death.

With her talent and cultivation, she had always had the opportunity to become a "master sister", but the "monarch" had to preside over the conquest of the Demon Realm. It was precisely to stay away from war that she had always been at ease to be a "prime minister". She was arrogant and generous in her body. She worked hard to practice forever, not to fight against the demons.

However, no matter how smart she is, she can't do anything. Once the catastrophe of heaven and earth comes, the true immortal will be unable to protect herself, let alone a mere Yang Shen cultivator.

Not to mention that at the moment when the Yinghuo Demon Star was born, a true immortal had already fallen. Ordinary practitioners may not be able to distinguish between the gods and the three thousand worlds, but she could do it.

At that time, she watched the star break through the sky and fall to the earth after it burst out with bright light. In her wild thoughts, everything in her memory seemed so slow that it fell inch by inch.

And deep in the dark sky, a red star suddenly shone brightly, causing her to have a nightmare all night.

Since then, she has changed. Panic, anxious, and disaster is coming. In a flash of thought, there are also fools among mortals who have been thinking hard for three days and three nights but cannot solve them. It is like a gambler who owe usury. The creditor will come to the door tomorrow and bring more than a dozen thugs, but she can't even get a penny.

The atmosphere of the entire Wanxiang Sect also changed. Guihai Lingzun closed the Tianshu Building, no longer read any books, or see anyone.

The true disciples began to practice desperately, or collect magic weapons and weapons to deal with the great disasters. More and more small and medium-sized sects want to incorporate into the Wanxiang Sect.

Strangely, the nine heavens fell into silence, and the stars seemed to be shocked by the demon stars, and they didn't know what to react or had any deeper plans.

So with humans and immortals as the boundary, the practitioners below were disturbed and made their own way to make a living, just like ants before the rainstorm was about to come, climbing up the tree as much as possible. However, the gods and emperors above were completely silent, and were reluctant to give a decree, and explained the red star that appeared in the sky, not knowing what they were planning.

In this complexity and silence, it seems like an invisible string is tensing. The moment it breaks, everything in front of you will collapse.

And there was a vague premonition that was tormenting her. It seemed that something bad would come to her soon, and the worst thing was that she could not confirm that it was just a normal panic, or it was true.

Only by trying hard to hit her thoughts on the work in front of her, and absorbing a sense of control over her destiny. The right hand of the fast-written pen pulled out a series of afterimages, and the printing press filled the blank paper. Just when she felt that she was about to succeed, the female disciple came in again and immediately interrupted her thoughts.

"So what's wrong?" There was a hint of anger in his voice.

"Sister Third Senior Sister, Qingyang Zhenren has a female disciple who is said to be the old friend of the eldest Senior Brother." The female disciple said tremblingly.

Dai Mengfan stopped writing and looked up, "Really?"

"He said so."
Chapter completed!