"Everyone, our Taixuan Sect reopens its gate today, and it will never disappear again. That's why we took this helpless move to kill some unstable factors. These people are too cruel. If they stay, they will definitely be in trouble in the future.

If anything happens to me, I will definitely take revenge on my Taixuan Sect disciples."

As soon as He Qiu said this, everyone just remained silent.

They believed that if He Qiu disappeared or died, those people would really tear Taixuanmen into pieces again.

After all, Taixuan Sect is not ranked among the top 100 among all the forces in the Eastern Wasteland. Without the presence of a saint like He Qiu, it is really just a big piece of fat.

"As for the remaining people, I believe they will change their minds after seeing my determination and the ugly faces of these people, so I will no longer pursue them."

"From now on, our Taixuan Sect will no longer care about the pursuit of my disciples. You must also put aside your grudges. How about that?"

He Qiu said kindly to Wanchu Shengzi and others.

"This is He Qiu's act of compromise. After all, if we really pursue the case, nearly half of the people in those holy lands have participated in the hunt for the Taixuan Sect disciples, and they will all be killed."

"But if he really does this, then He Qiu will face at least dozens of saints, or maybe the King of Saints, so this move is reasonable. Even if he is a monster, he will not be able to fight against so many people at the same time at this time.

Many saints."

The Queen Mother of the West sent a message to the Holy Maiden of Yaochi.

She was analyzing the meaning behind He Qiu's actions, and wanted to let Yaochi Saint, a person who had not experienced many human affairs, quickly understand some things.

After all, the Saint of Yaochi has become a powerful person. It stands to reason that she can take over the title of Queen Mother of the West and become the real talker of the Yaochi Holy Land.

However, because the Saint of Yaochi is still too young, many elders of Yaochi, including her, believe that the Saint of Yaochi still needs to go through some training before she can succeed to the throne.

"Follow the words of the sage!"

The Holy Son Wanchu was first controlled by the Tao seed planted by He Qiu and said.

His expression was very respectful, not showing any signs that his Holy Lord had just been killed by He Qiu, which made many people praise him for his thick face and dark heart, which was comparable to that of Ye Fan.

After that, others also followed He Qiu's words.

These people are all saints or saints of various holy places, and what they say can be considered representative of the holy places.

In the future, after these people break through to great power under the control of He Qiu, it will be time to harvest.

However, the details of this still need to be worked out, otherwise if they all suddenly become powerful, it is very likely that someone will find something wrong.

He Qiu thought this way, but in his heart he already regarded these holy places as his own.

In a restaurant.

"Today, what I want to tell you is how the saint punished the holy master and how all the holy places offered gifts and congratulations."

A monk dressed as a storyteller bowed his hands to all parts of the restaurant and sat down on his own.

"Speaking of which, Emperor Daxia, Holy Lord Wanchu and many other Holy Land Lords went against the grain and arrested all the disciples of Taixuan Sect regardless of their face. Saint He was still a little Dragon Transformation monk at the beginning, so he could only endure the humiliation and bear the burden and avoid it for the time being.

He was sharp, but his heart was filled with grief that could not be calmed down for a long time."

There was a clang, and the storyteller patted the table.

"Fortunately, the way of heaven is good for reincarnation. Saint He practiced hard for ten years and went through many hardships. He finally achieved the status of a saint, returned to Taixuan Sect, killed the Emperor of Great Xia, and destroyed fifty-seven Holy Land Lords. It is really satisfying!"

"Hey, that's not right. After killing so many Holy Lords, no one in those Holy Lands will go to attack the... Saint?"

A casual cultivator asked curiously.

"hehe!"

The storyteller sneered.

"Those Holy Lands are used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong. When facing ordinary people, like us casual cultivators, they are like a big tiger, but when facing Saint He, they are like little kittens."

"you!"

With a bang, a Holy Land disciple smashed the table into pieces.

"What are you looking at?"

The storyteller saw the Holy Land disciple staring at him angrily and stared back.

"ah!"

A scream came from the mouth of the Holy Land disciple. He covered his eyes tightly with his hands, and red blood flowed from the gaps in his palms.

"Mighty!"

someone exclaimed.

In the restaurant, the storyteller has been here for a long time, which can be said to be a very unique scenery.

After all, unlike the secular world, what this storyteller talks about are important matters in the spiritual world.

Therefore, when a discerning person inquires, he will know that this storyteller is not a simple storyteller. He is definitely a monk with advanced cultivation. Otherwise, he would not be able to dare to say some taboo words like a storyteller among mortals.

But guesses are guesses. At this time, the storyteller showed his powerful cultivation, which still surprised the regulars in the restaurant.

After all, a powerful person, even a casual cultivator, can live a very comfortable life. How he can tell stories in a restaurant is really puzzling.

"Everyone, I should be leaving this time, so this may be the last time I see you. I give you a free message. Taixuanmen is being rebuilt, recruiting a large number of disciples, and because nearly half of the main peaks of Taixuanmen are

The inheritance has been destroyed, so if there is a powerful person who wants to join, the vacant main peak can be given to him to open a line of inheritance."

After the storyteller finished speaking, he left here in an instant.

He once offended a Holy Land Lord, and although he later became a powerful person, his combat power was at the bottom among powerful people because the inheritance he cultivated was too weak, and he did not have the weapons to fit his hands.

Therefore, I can only remain anonymous and be a storyteller.

A few days ago, when he heard that the Holy Lord he had offended had been beaten to death by He Qiu, he had the idea of ​​leaving.

Coupled with the fact that Taixuan Sect has a saint named He Qiu sitting in charge, it is definitely the most glorious force in this era.

Moreover, He Qiu is young and even younger than him. If nothing unexpected happens in the future, he may really become the first great emperor after Qing Emperor.

The good people in Beidou also gave He Qiu a title similar to "Northern Emperor" and "Central Emperor", calling him Young Emperor.

The few words in it are not derogatory, but real praise, thinking that He Qiu will definitely be able to achieve enlightenment in the future.

This title has been spread in a small area, and only in the remote village where the storyteller lives. And because of the poor communication with the outside world, most monks are not aware of it.

If he hadn't told this story in the restaurant today, it would have taken half a month before the monks in this place would fully know about it.

After all, there are very few gatherings of monks, and most people only occasionally drink wine and drink tea in the restaurant dedicated to monks.
Chapter completed!