Nightfall Chapter 42: Momoyama Rebellion

The middle-aged Taoist said: "How can people count as heaven?"

"Heaven can count everything, but she doesn't necessarily count herself."

The watcher held the tea cup and looked at the direction of Taoshan outside the wall and said calmly. In order to prevent the person from the Temple of Light from knowing his arrangements, he didn't even know what he wanted.

If that person can return to the Haotian Divine Kingdom, he will let the people of the South China Sea return to Taoshan, which can be said to let the authentic descendants of the Temple of Light preside over the light sacrifice. And if that person can't go back, this bright sacrifice is meaningless. Daomen must consider the future situation. The people of the South China Sea are his strength, and Chen Pipi naturally does not need to be sacrificed.

The middle-aged Taoist said: "How could she lose?"

The master watcher said: "She was left in the world by the master, and she was cut to the dust, so she would naturally lose."

The middle-aged Taoist said: "Even if she cuts on the fate, she can cut the lives of Taoist people."

The watcher said: "Although she has come to the world, she is no longer the Haotian I believe in, but just like Haotian, she must be absolutely objective and fair. I have done so many things for Haotian Dao Sect. , Why did she kill me? My survival is exchanged for my faith, no one can break."

The middle-aged Taoist said: "What about the Nanhai people?"

The master said: "If you can live, you will be the gate of the future. If you die, please rest in peace."

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Xiling Temple, Taoshan Qianping.

The Dean of Tianyu Academy stared at Zhao Nanhai and said, "What are you trying to do?"

After six hundred years, the great priests of the South China Sea returned to the world. Naturally, it was impossible to participate in the light festival. Zhao Nanhai raised his head and looked at the Temple of Light on the top of Taoshan Mountain, and said with a complicated expression: "We will return to the Temple of Light and light the long lantern."

The Nanhai line was inherited from the great priest of Guangming, and was recognized by the Daomen for orthodox status. Now that there is no owner of the Guangming God Seat, their request to inherit this position is not an excessive request.

The most important thing is that through the previous sacrifices, people vaguely feel that these priests who have returned from the South China Sea may really have the strength to re-enter the Temple of Light.

Listening to the request of the people from the South China Sea, the figure of the head teacher in the gods no longer leaned forward, but sat up straight again with a sense of indifference.

If he changed to the previous one, even if he faced the South China Sea line that suddenly returned, he would find it a bit tricky, because no matter from the orthodoxy or inheritance, the other party has the qualifications and reasons to hold the Temple of Light again, but now He didn't care about this matter. Because although the 10,000-year-old lamp in the Temple of Light is extinguished, it does not mean that there is really no one in the Temple of Light. As long as the person is in the Temple of Light, whoever wants to return to the Temple of Light is the most ridiculous in the world. joke.

The dean of the Tianyu Academy looked at the people in Nanhai and said: "How cautious the Daomen's reunification is. After the Illumination Festival is over, we will discuss it seriously. Now I invite you to step aside for the time being."

No one knows the true purpose of this light sacrifice, and the dean does not know it, but the light sacrifice is the grandest ritual of Taoism. It is impossible for him to watch being disturbed by the people of the South China Sea.

There is a young girl among the people in the South China Sea. It is the little fisher girl who preached to level Mochi Garden when she passed Mogan Mountain. She looked at the dean and said mockingly: "The people in the Temple of Heavenly Oracle are not learning and skillful, and they can't even read the Fengtian chapter. What qualifications do they have to host the Illuminati? You should be the one who stepped aside."

Hearing this sentence, the dean of Tianyu Academy looked extremely ugly. However, the previous facts have proved that he is indeed inferior to these people from the South China Sea in understanding and mastering the Xiling Scriptures.

Zhao Nanhai looked at the head teacher in the giant lion, and said blankly: "The temple of Guangming has no owner for nearly 20 years. The Taoist priests have been fighting against the Tang, but in the end they have no gains. On the contrary, they have suffered heavy losses. It has been several months, and there is still no inheritance. The head teacher can be called mediocre."

There was a great uproar in the field, and no one thought that, in addition to wanting to regain control of the Temple of Light, these descendants of the Great Southern Sea officials seemed to want to pull the master from the position of the lord of Peach Mountain.

There are only more than a dozen people in the Nanhai line, so where do you come from? We must know that today Taoshan Qianping gathers strong people, no matter how the Xiling Temple declines, it is impossible that even these people can't be suppressed.

The priests and deacons of Xiling Temple saw that this person dared to be disrespectful to the head teacher, and became angry. Some people even sternly shouted. However, the head teacher still did not speak and did not respond. This made people feel that Something unusual-no one knew it was because he didn't even bother to answer.

Seeing that the figure in the giant lion was still calm, Zhao Nanhai frowned slightly, and he didn't seem to think that the leader of Xiling was not as irritable and arrogant as the legend. His gaze slowly swept across the guests beside the altar, and suddenly fell on the Golden Horde and the General Loeb, and he scolded displeasedly: "Now even the barbarians on the prairie can go to Taoshan to observe. The temple is really getting worse and worse."

It was the people of the Golden Tent King Court. The accusation was still on the Xiling Temple, and the sharp focus was still on the head teacher in Nian. Before the temple could respond, Loeb raised his eyebrows.

Guo Shi looked at Zhao Nanhai but didn't speak, and stroked Mu Ding with a slight smile.

Zhao Nanhai is the person with the highest generation in the Nanhai line today. The Xiling Divine Art has already been cultivated to the pinnacle of knowing fate, and the Nanhai line wants to re-administer the Temple of Light. He is the best candidate for the great priest of Guangming.

However, looking at the seemingly non-existent smile of Master Jinzhang, the strongest man in the South China Sea frowned slightly, and the wrinkles on his dark face became more and more profound, his expression extremely solemn.

There was no wind on the front of Taoshan, and there was no change in the vitality of the heavens and the earth. Zhao Nanhai and Guo Shi just looked at each other, and the sea of ​​knowledge between each other set off an extremely sinister storm.

This kind of purely mind-powered fight, does not move foreign objects, does not disturb the autumn leaves, and outsiders cannot feel any fluctuations, but it is extremely dangerous for the two inside the game.

In this life, Master Jinzhang only cultivated the power of mind. He used grassland sacrifice as a technique, and experienced decades of retreat, and he was profound. Even Ning Que, whose mind was as powerful as the sea, almost suffered a big loss when he met this national teacher on the wasteland last year. Although Zhao Nanhai's realm is unfathomable, he cultivated the Divine Art of Xiling. At this time, he was forced to be dragged into the power of mind by the national teacher, and he naturally suffered a bit.

Zhao Nanhai snorted softly, as if there was divine brilliance in his eyes, floating a few inches away from his cheeks, then disappeared, relying on the cutting of mind power by the magical technique, he forcibly retreated from the battle.

The teacher no longer looked at him, caressed Mu Ding lightly, still with a smile on his face.

The competition between the Golden Horde and the strongest of the descendants of the South China Sea started silently, and then ended abruptly. Zhao Nanhai faintly suffered a bit, but he saw that the situation was not right, so he started from this thought power battle. Coming out lightly, I have to say that this person's accomplishments in Xiling Divine Art are somewhat unimaginable.

The battle ended in an instant. Many people around the altar didn't even know what had happened. General Loeb knew very well, thinking of the other party's humiliation before, stepped forward and punched out.

Loeb is the number one martial artist in the Golden Tent King’s Court. His muscles and bones are hammered like bronze and iron. He shakes the mountain with his hands and feet. At this time, he punched out from a distance. Driven to whizz away, as if a hill was smashed out by him, heading straight to the people in the South China Sea!

At this moment, Zhao Nanhai looked at the Golden Account Master, and didn't even bother with this domineering punch. A lean man among the people in the South China Sea took a step to the side, but also a punch without fancy.

The previous battle of thought power fought in the air. At this time, the fists of Loeb and the thin Nanhai man were also sent several feet apart, and the wind suddenly broke out in front of the altar, and there was a sound of thunder.

With a loud bang, the two fists met in the air, and the peach blossom that fell on the ground before the light festival was shaken up like a butterfly, and then torn into countless pieces.

The ground in front of the altar seemed to have experienced a drought that lasted for several years. There were countless deep marks on it, and the cracked ground looked like it would collapse into an abyss at any time.

The lean man snorted and took a step back. The hat on his head split like the ground, and then it fell down, and debris was scattered all over his face.

General Loeb did not retreat, but shook his figure slightly, then he slowly closed his fists, watching the people in the South China Sea, and said indifferently: "The descendants of the Nanhai Grand Priest...but so."

Zhao Nanhai looked at the Golden Account Master and said, "It's no wonder that he has been able to confront Tang Guo for many years, it is really amazing."

The Golden Account Division and the generals have demonstrated a powerful realm of cultivation, and they have been able to compete with Tang for many years. This is not beyond the expectations of everyone in the field. What really shocked people was the Nanhai line.

Nanhai lost in these two competitions, but people can see clearly that Zhao Nanhai's realm is really unpredictable. If you really want to let go, I think it will be tricky.

The lean man who is slightly inferior to General Loeb is only the sixth among the people of the South China Sea. If the people of the South China Sea are ranked by strength, does it mean that these people are close or even defeated Loeb's strength? You know that Loeb is the number one martial artist in the Golden Tent King Court!

If all the people in the South China Sea are of such a realm of strength, today's Xiling Temple really has encountered an annoyance, how should the masters of the South China Sea be taught by themselves?

The headmaster still did not speak, because Xiling Temple had its own person to handle this matter, and that was the ruling temple responsible for maintaining the order of the Daomen.

At this moment, Xiaoyu, a girl from the South China Sea, looked at the ruling **** and found a beautiful woman sitting in the **** veil, and asked: "You are Ye Hongyu?"

Ye Hongyu ignored her, and the deacon of the adjudication department said coldly: "This is my lord adjudication. If you have anything to report, please come quickly if you have any trouble."

"It turns out that you are the contemporary adjudication." The Nanhai girl looked at the god, and felt that the color was a little ugly, and said: "Come down, I want your position."

There was an uproar in Taoshan Qianping. No one thought that Zhao Nanhai had just targeted the head teacher, and then this girl would be so bold to ask Ye Hongyu to give up the position of the judgement seat!

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