Chapter 133 Joining the Ghost King Sect, Abyss Shura Tower

After thousands of people left, Meng Jing ate for a while and then left outside Mocheng. Ten thousand people at the inn window saw Meng Jing's leaving figure. He sighed slightly, with a look of pity on his face.

Wanren thought that Meng Jing might not be willing to associate with monks like them, but this was just a minor episode for Wanwen. In fact, it didn't matter to him whether Meng Jing would follow him or not.

"What's this man's name? The internal energy flowing through his meridians is extremely strong. I'm afraid ordinary disciples of the Holy Cult are no match for him." Mr. Ghost said, standing beside tens of thousands of people.

"He said his name is Zhang Xiaofan. Mr. Ghost is right. The strong inner strength in this man's body really shocked me. Ever since I heard that the Suzaku Holy Envoy was defeated by a martial arts master, I have paid special attention to this kind of people, but tens of thousands

It's miles away, but most of the martial arts cultivators have mediocre internal strength." Ten thousand people went to say, "This person is actually very interesting and has obsessions."

"Oh? What obsession?" Mr. Ghost asked.

"I want to counterattack the monks with my martial arts." Ten Thousand People sighed and said, "How can I say it? The rules of heaven and earth are irreversible. Even if we monks who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, smash mountains and rivers, we are like ants in front of heaven and earth."

"Haha, interesting guy." Mr. Ghost smiled.

Then the two of them stopped paying attention to Meng Jing.

Meng Jing was going to discuss it with Wan Jianyi and others, so he sneaked into the Ghost King Sect and left signals along the way for the four of them to follow.

After that, a group of people prepared to fly into the air and fly deep into the wilderness. Although Meng Jing was powerful in martial arts, he was still unable to fly, which caused ridicule from several Ghost King Sect disciples.

"Okay, Brother Zhang, aren't you curious, who is Brother Wei?!" Wan Wan glanced south and then said with a smile.

Of course, Meng Jing omitted the real reason why thousands of people invited him. He did not talk about martial arts skills, but said that when he entered Mocheng, he pretended to be a disciple of the Demon Sect and went on a rampage with a vicious look on his face, attracting the ghost king.

The clan sent the disciples to pay attention and saw that he was a member of the Demonic Cult without any faction, so they immediately extended an olive branch.

Cangsong nodded on the side. He also thought that the risk of this trip was really high. He couldn't help but look at Meng Jing with admiration.

It's not possible to mark things with objects, after all, people from the Demon Cult can fly in the air.

"Haha, people are pursuing freedom and freedom when they live in this world. The red tape in the world simply blocks the world." Ten thousand people said with a smile: "Especially the Qingyun Sect, there are many sect rules, and each one is a different modification of the elm tree.

Brain.”

In the end, the other disciples were asked to return to Huqi Mountain first, and then they took Meng Jing to the temple.

The disciple nodded cautiously, and then turned into a stream of light and flew towards the south. Apparently thousands of people were always wary and suspicious of Meng Jing's departure yesterday and his return today. They then asked the disciple to investigate to see if there was any danger in the south.

There is a stagnant place, look for signs that no one is practicing.

Meng Jing nodded, and then thanked the thousands of people, sincerely and excitedly.

"Senior Brother Wan, I think Junior Brother Meng's plan is okay. After all, the wilderness is vast. If we don't have a specific route, it will just be a waste of time, and we may even never find the target in the wilderness." Cangsong agreed with Meng Jing's plan.

Ten Thousand People just smiled, and then led Meng Jing into the group of Ghost King Sect. After first explaining the situation to the Ghost King, he introduced Meng Jing.

Everyone was wary at first, but when they heard that Meng Jing was a warrior, they immediately looked at him with contempt and disdain. A small martial arts master actually needed to be won over by the disciples of the sect master.

Meng Jing closed his eyes, and the Ghost King Sect and his party walked out of Mocheng.

Meng Jingsui briefly explained what happened in Mocheng to Wan Jianyi and the others, saying that he planned to mix with the Ghost King Sect and follow them to the Wilderness Temple. He would leave marks along the way, and Wan Jianyi and the others would follow.

Just mark and follow.

The next day, the old ghost king finally couldn't bear the evil spirit of Zhu Xian and passed away in the struggle. On that day, Meng Jing saw thousands of people shed some tears. Then after wiping the tears, he ordered everyone to burn the old ghost king's body and put the ashes in the world.

Enter the altar.

"However, in order to dispel the suspicion of the other sects that our Ghost King Sect wants to take advantage of us, the sect leader asked him to go to the temple with the sect leader's ashes and spiritual tablets, and then make it clear to all the sects that the Ghost King Sect would withdraw from the leadership of the leader.

Fight."

"Yes, the Shura Pagoda is the most mysterious object of our Holy Religion, and it is also a sacred object that has always been protected by the Holy Religion. This sacred object will open the legendary abyss with its blood every once in a while, and the selected person will receive the abyss of the underworld.

The fallen treasures in the different space may even reach the heavenly secrets." Ten Thousand People went to say: "If Brother Zhang is lucky, he might be able to receive the grace of the Shura Tower and gain supreme martial arts internal strength!"

But it doesn't matter, no one is looking for trouble, not Meng Jing.

Meng Jing secretly thought, everyone should be careful, but I also put on a good disguise.

The Demon Sect was integrated due to Qiu Wangyu's Taoist deeds and methods. Now Qiu Wangyu was injured by the Ancient Sword of Zhuxian. Once Qiu Wangyu dies, it will definitely fall apart. After all, the masters of the four gates of the Demon Sect only obey Qiu Wangyu.

"Well, okay!" Wan Wan's eyes flashed with something strange. He thought in his heart that it seems that Zhang Xiaofan was not lying. However, Wan Wan thought about it carefully for a while and secretly smiled in his heart. For a martial arts practitioner, he really doesn't need to be like this.

careful.

"Brother Zhang, please come with me when the time comes. Although you have entered the Ghost King Sect under my recommendation, I hope you can kowtow and swear an oath in front of the Holy Mother of the Ming King, and you will be a member of the Holy Cult from now on. I will take you to see

Look at the majesty of the temple, and see the immortal sacred object of the Holy Religion - Shura Pagoda!" Thousands of people came and said.

Then ten thousand people went to tell Meng Jing what the old ghost king had said last night.

Along the way, Ten Thousand People had already informed Meng Jing of his identity and roughly introduced the purpose of their trip, which was to go to the temple to pay homage to the leader Qiu Wangyu with various sects. It sounded like a memorial, but in reality it was all in vain.

The hanging throne of the leader.

It would be great fun if he went back to Huqi Mountain with Wan Wan and others. Maybe Wan Jianyi and others who were secretly following behind him would also go to Huqi Mountain.

"Senior Brother Wan, don't worry. I can guarantee my own safety and will not reveal the magical power of Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao easily. I believe in my disguise and breathing skills." Meng Jing showed a confident smile.

Meng Jing, who was flying in the air, pretended to be "excited", which made thousands of people shake their heads and then laugh. He said, "Brother Zhang, how can you thank me for flying in the air?"

In the end, thousands of people went to scold those few disciples, and then they took Meng Jing with them to fly into the air and quickly headed towards the depths of the wilderness.

Wan Jianyi asked: "Junior Brother Meng, why did you come back alone? Could it be that a demon was found in Mocheng and you came to ask for help?"

On the third day, Meng Jing finally arrived at the Temple of the Wild Demon Cult, which was a group of palaces built in an oasis.

Meng Jing took a deep breath, looked down at the rapidly retreating sand dunes below, and turned to look at the white clouds quickly behind him. He said: "The whole world can be seen. Is there anywhere in the world that I can't go to?"

"I really don't know who Brother Wan is, but it doesn't matter to me whether he is evil or good, as long as he can accomplish what I want in my heart."

Meng Jing had just joined the Ghost King Sect and was not a very trustworthy person, so he stayed alone in the tent, while more than a dozen members of the Ghost King Sect gathered in the Ghost King's tent.

Meng Jing smiled and nodded, and said, "Brother Wan, I wonder how long we have to fly?"

"Disciple has seen the palm skills of secular warriors before. These people can at best hit a few feet the size of a washbasin, but the palm prints left behind are about several feet and are full of yin energy, just like those left by cultivators. However, the disciple searched carefully and found that the palm prints were

There is indeed no trace of magic power left anywhere." The disciple's eyes were surprised.

…

The three of them separated. Meng Jing forged a training place in the woods about forty miles away from Mocheng. Then he returned to Mocheng at dusk near the city gate exit and meditated on a Gobi boulder to practice internal energy until the second day.

In the early morning of the same day, the sun rose in the east, and its dark red light shone in the Gobi desert.

In fact, ten thousand people went to secretly explain to a disciple of the Ghost King Sect.

"Asura Pagoda?" Meng Jing was confused, he had no idea what it was.

"Alas, the sect master is dying." Wan Wan said helplessly: "The sect master was injured by the light of the Qingyun Sect's Immortal Killing Sword. Although it was only slightly injured, the evil energy of the Immortal Killing Sword was difficult to drive away. It kept corroding the wound to the point where it was difficult to heal with medicine and stone.

, now there is only one breath left. The Zhuxian Sword, the Zhuxian Sword, is simply unbeatable by manpower."

This made Meng Jing frown secretly in his heart. Wasn't this about turning back?

No way, you have to go back halfway through?

In Songxiang City, hundreds of miles outside Mocheng, Wan Jianyi and Cangsong looked at Meng Jing in surprise.

As soon as Wan Jian heard the words, he nodded heavily and said: "Okay, Junior Brother Meng, please take care of yourself. I will inject a trace of my ghost-killing sword intention into you, and I can sense it within a range of three thousand miles... You don't have to be afraid.

This will be sensed by the people of the Demon Cult, unless the human being is able to reach heaven."

Yesterday, the Ghost King issued his final order, which was not to allow the Ghost King Sect to participate in the dispute over the leader. When he dies, he will be cremated and his ashes will be returned to Huqi Mountain.

…

Meng Jing was completely unaware of the content of the conversation until the next morning, when a sad look appeared in Meng Jing's eyes. Meng Jing did not easily ask for details, otherwise he would be suspected of setting up intelligence.

Meng Jing's brows secretly stretched.

Ten thousand people were stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "Okay, in that case, Brother Zhang, just follow me as my brother, and I will definitely not treat you badly in the future."

Why did Wanwanzhong say so much? In fact, he wanted to increase his relationship with Meng Jing. Meng Jing was able to practice martial arts to such an extent. He was obviously a talented person and had great ambitions. Therefore, Wanwanchang admired Meng Jing very much and planned to bring Meng Jing to her.

Cultivate as a future confidant.

After the second day.

You can't fake your emotions.

"What an exaggeration?"

"Brother Zhang? Why are you here?" Ten thousand people stood in front of Meng Jing at some point, with doubts in their eyes and a hint of expectation in their expressions.

If his prediction is correct, I'm afraid the old ghost king is dying.

Meng Jing chose to leave directly, walking under the gaze of thousands of people, so that everyone could relax their vigilance. After all, if he left Mocheng secretly, and if thousands of people discovered it, he would be suspicious, so it would be better to be honest.

Leave in the eyes of the other person.

"Brother Wan, I wonder what happened?"

"It's just that the disciples feel that the palm prints left behind are a bit exaggerated."

"I see, I don't know where Brother Zhang is practicing. In fact, I am relatively new to martial arts practice, but I am very interested." Wan Wan went to say.

At night, in the depths of the wilderness, the temperature of the desert dropped suddenly at night, but the Ghost King Sect and his party were all practitioners and were not afraid of the severe cold and heat. They set up several tents in one place in the desert and arranged a magic circle at a distance of thousands of feet to prevent any danger.

If the unknown is approaching, you can be warned in advance.
To be continued...