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MTL - It’s Not Easy Being a Master-Chapter 71 metropolitan
As for the wasteland town demon, Xiaozongmen's qualifications are still low, and perhaps not much is known, but for large-scale gates like Qingyunzong, there will be some records in the files.
Shen Zhixian flipped through the relevant files and read them one by one, only two options were available-either to gather the power of the immortals and suppress them again; or to let them go and find ways to get along with them peacefully.
The first method, Shen Zhixian only thought for a moment, and left it behind.
For thousands of years, powerful monsters and monsters have been suppressed in the wasteland. Xianxiu have no strong rivals and are lazy, and the group of monsters and monsters toss and fight in the wasteland all day long-really want to fight each other, It is hard to say who wins.
What's more, Shen Zhixian believes that no one in this world of Xiuxian can re-establish such a huge forbidden seal.
Then only the second method is left.
The difficulty is not small. The monsters and monsters are already a taunted temper. No one is convinced by anyone. The immortals have always been accustomed to the sleazy and crude appearance of these monsters.
Shen Zhixian sighed.
It's very difficult for the two Xianxiu and the demons who are scattered like sand to want to merge together.
His thoughts were scattered and he thought of Yan Jin again.
During this time, Yan Jin remained in the wasteland. Although he is a natural demon, he has just been lifted from the ban. His state is not stable and sometimes difficult to control. It is easy to hurt people and hurt himself. So he stays in the wasteland temporarily, while tempering himself and conquering the wasteland. The remaining demons and goblins.
He had done this in his life, and he was very familiar with light cars. These demons and ghosts, on the other hand, don't have as many minds as the Xianxiu people. It is easy to subdue them, and the fight is over. Yan Jin is best at fighting.
There is only one way in the wasteland to the outside world, that is the dark sea. Yan Jin was standing by the sea. When she saw one by one, she howled the demons and shrank back into the wasteland.
In the wasteland, Yan Jin's demon monsters jumped around, and Xianxiu and the demon were fighting fiercely.
Shen Zhixian pondered, and had a vague idea.
...
And Song Yan's side.
The chaos outside was not the primary concern of Song Yong.
What he hated and troubled most right now was that Shen Zhixian began to overpower him secretly.
Song Zong was personally designated by the Sovereign Wen as the next Sovereign. Among the various private agreements, because Shen Zhixian was involved and was not made public, everyone looked at Wen Zong's side and respected Song Zong.
However, Song Xun's behavior was smooth and smooth, and he could not hide the fact that he was a chicken in his practice. In Qing Yunzong, a respected strength, it was actually very difficult for Song Xun to sit in this seat.
Only because everyone didn't have a more suitable person to take over the position of the suzerain, they reluctantly tolerated it. This tolerance lasted for many years, and until now that Shen Zhixian, who had returned to normal, stood up, they began to move their minds.
During this time, Song Zheng was guarding Shen Zhixuan, and at the same time asked his confidants to find a way to crowd out Shen Zhixian. The half-devil who was hiding in his body caught the opportunity and urged him to hurry up Shen Zhixian's body. Get it.
Under the pressure of several parties, Song Yan was so anxious that he couldn't help refusing a few words toward the half demon.
The half-devil mocked: "You are really a waste. 了 You have grown Shen Zhixian so many years old and controlled Qing Yunzong for so long, this little thing can't be done ..."
Song Yan sneered: "You can, you go out of my body and go with Shen Zhixuan's body, and I save trouble."
Half a demon exhaled a ray of black gas. In the candlelight, there was a shadow, it was silent for a while, and suddenly smiled strangely: "I have a way ..."
The black air floated to Song Yan's ears, and he went in as soon as he smoked.
Song Kun shivered, his expression hesitating: "Is this ... really feasible?"
The half-monster voice was full of temptation: "Why not? As long as you clean your tail, no one will know what you have done ... everyone will only know that the demon in the wasteland is doing evil."
Song Yan's face changed uncertainly. After a short while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."
The half-devil burst into an arrogant and unpleasant laughter, slammed into his body and disappeared.
However, Song Yong's plan has not yet been implemented, and the second elder in charge of personnel came with a heavy face to tell him: "The eighteen big disciples who went to the north a few days ago have all gone down."
Song Yan stunned.
The second elder sighed: "This is not the way to go, Qing Yunzong's disciples have broken this many, and the rest of the Xiaozongmen can't bear it anymore, and so on ... The situation in Xianxiu world is worrying."
Eighteen big disciples, this is not a trivial matter. The two elders have always been calm and neutral, and Song Ji believed him subconsciously. However, for a moment, Song Ye did not think of any good solution, and said: "This matter needs to be carefully considered, and everyone will discuss it tomorrow."
The second elder groaned for a moment and nodded. Before leaving, he seemed to remember something suddenly and turned back: "Recently the parliament hall is being repaired recently, and the suzerain will go to listen to Songtang tomorrow."
Song Yong still thought about Shen Zhixian in his mind. He didn't think about it. He answered well. The elder's eyes flashed a ray of light, and he slowly walked away.
On the second day, Song Yan walked a long way to remember that the Assembly Hall was being repaired, and he went to listen to Songtang on the halfway turn.
The closer to Song Songtang, the more weird Song Song felt. Suddenly the heart beat a little faster, Song Yan was unknown, so frowning and enduring this heart palpitation, he quickly walked to Ting Songtang.
I haven't used Songtang for a long time. The layout here has probably not changed for several years. A bit of cold scent diffused into the nose. Song Yu vaguely feels familiar here-but he has never been here.
There was silence all around, and Song Ye stepped into the hall, wondering why no one was, and his eyes suddenly became cold.
--wrong!
He has been here!
This is the usual hall of Wen Zongzhu. He was only a young disciple and had no right to enter. Only that day ...
Only that day!
The day that Wen Zongzhu explained his position and Shen Zhixian!
Song Yan's footwork froze. The whole person seemed to be nailed in place. The door behind him closed silently. The light in the room darkened for a moment, but the figure sitting on the high position was blurred to clear.
"Song Ye." A gentle male voice sounded, echoing in the empty hall, showing a little stunned, "Calling you today, there is something very important to tell you."
This sentence is exactly the same as a few years ago.
Leng Xiang grew stronger.
Subconsciously, Song Yan took a step back. After a moment, his eyes widened suddenly, and he rushed to the man in three or two steps and lost his voice: "Master Wen!"
He looked at the man in disbelief in disbelief, shocking and terrified, making him look weird.
Wen Rujun's handsome man seemed to not see his weirdness, and only said gently: "I had agreed with you that time, you should be temporarily suzerainty. If my heart is cured, I will return the suzerainty to He. Right now he's fine, why are you still sitting here? "
Song Xun retorted without thinking, "Have you and I ever had such an agreement!"
Sovereign Wen was so drunk by him, paused, and said slowly: "You promised that year, now you have turned away?"
Song Ye looked so embarrassed that he couldn't help thinking about why there was a Wen Sovereign here. He accumulated many years of resentment and unwillingness to make him lose his mind. He was angry: "Why! I worked so hard for so many years, and Shen Zhixian what he is Take it all away! "
"You're too unfair! That's your bias!" Song Yan sternly said, "I work hard, nothing in your eyes, Shen Zhixian counts, he's just a waste he can't protect himself!"
He was almost hoarse and exhausted. The figure in front of him became Shen Zhixian for a while, and then became Wen Zongzhu, but no matter who he was, he made him irresistibly hate.
Perhaps he was grateful to Lord Wen once, but after repeated efforts were ignored and denied, this gratitude became hatred.
The position of the suzerain originally did not belong to him, but he had been for a long time, and gradually he wanted to own it.
Suddenly the door was knocked, and the sound was not loud, but it fell like thunder in Song Ye's ears. He suddenly turned back, and when the door opened silently again, a little disciple stood respectfully at the door: "... Zong Zong is closed."
Song Yan heard his calm voice: "Okay, I see."
His voice was calm and normal, but no one knew that his heart was beating violently, and excitement and tension held his entire heart. He suppressed the tumbling emotions and strode out. .
The surrounding scene rippled like a lake, gradually changing into another look. The hallucinogenic cold incense lingers around, eroding Song Kun's consciousness. So this was supposed to be a weird scene, and Song Yan didn't realize it at all.
Song Yong is standing in front of a door.
The lord Wen, who retreats and is ready to rise to the ranks, is in this house.
The hesitation and struggle struck under his eyes, and he gradually became firm after a while. He took a deep breath and panic when he spoke again: "Zongzhu! Zongzhu! There is something wrong with your master!"
Nothing should be ignored during the retreat, but Song Kun knew that Shen Zhixian was the weak point of Wen Zongzhu.
Sure enough, the door opened, and Wen Zong sat on his knees on the couch, his expression tense: "What?"
Song Yan opened his mouth and said, "Master, he suddenly went crazy and hurt a lot of people!"
Afraid that the lord Wen didn't believe it, he opened his sleeves and exposed a stabbing sword injury, and there was blood dripping on it. Song Zheng said gravely: "After my brother hurt many people, he suddenly began to harm himself. It's really not a rival of Shishi ... "
He knelt down: "Master, please go out to rescue the rescuer and brother!"
During that time, the mood of the half-devil who lost Shen Zhixian was really unstable and often mad, and Song Yan always looked like a kind and honest man. Since Wen Zong can choose him as his temporary master, he naturally believed in his temper. .
The enthusiastic Wen Zongzhang stood up and walked out without thinking, and forcibly got out of Ruding, his body's spiritual strength rolled over. He couldn't help taking a sip of blood and took two steps.
When Song Kun fell behind, Wen Zongzhu turned back and was trying to let Song Kun lead the way, but there was a icy sword light in his eyes——
"Oh!"
The cold swordsmanship and murderous spirit smashed across Song Yan's face, almost touching the tip of his nose when he fell on the ground, a deep sword mark.
Song Yong suddenly woke up, only to find that he was still standing at the door of listening to Songtang, and never entered.
An ominous premonition came out, and Song Yan slowly turned around.
Then he saw a crowd of people.
Standing at the forefront are the four elders with long swords. The four elders made the epee. His epee was on the ground, and he could see a hole in the ground. The sword lingering on his body was exactly the same as the one that just hacked him.
The remaining elders were also there, as well as many other officials, large and small, whether it was his confidant or the old man from the time of the Wen Sovereign.
Countless eyes were staring at him tightly, and the sight was unbelievable.
The four elders gritted their teeth and lifted up the epee: "Song Ye! Ingratitude villain! Brother Wen trusts you so much, but you have done such things as revenge!"
Pointed by the epee, Song Xuan's heart calmed down instead. He looked around and didn't see Shen Zhixian. He smiled strangely: "Why my good master? Why not?"
There was silence all around. Song Yan no longer covered up, and the contempt in his eyes almost turned into a substance flowing down: "I've made you think that you are very clever and you haven't been teased by my applause. I have sat here for so many years and want to take it away easily?" He snapped sharply: "Impossible!"
The sky suddenly darkened, Song Ming was thinking about what he was holding, his fingers swiftly drew a trick, and a barrier separated the four elders' swords. While casting, he hurried back and wanted to retreat to Songsongtang.
Then he felt a pain in his waist, as if he wanted to break it, and rushed forward uncontrollably. If he didn't respond quickly, he turned around quickly to avoid, and he would have many blood holes in his body at this moment.
He looked back angrily, only to see Shen Zhixuan retract his feet gracefully, and stomp his clothes, as if he had removed some dirty things, and looked at him lightly: "Want to come in? Too dirty."
Song Yan only felt that the last string in his head, called the sane, was completely broken.
His hands were shaking, his eyes were spitting fire, and the polite and rude stance disguised for many years was completely torn apart, he hated and said, "Dirty? Then I'll show you completely dirty!"
The tactics were played out in full, and the dark air burst out from the place where Song Yan was. The strands soon spread into a large area, and the half-magic emerged from him, smirking with him.
The sky is completely dark—not the entire sky is dark, but where everyone is standing, the head is black and dark, but it is bright in the distance, but the light seems to be far away.
Demon rampages, tumult of all demons.
Hidden in the dark air were countless monsters and ghosts, which swept across the flowers and trees, and the greenness was withered immediately, and no one lived. Everyone evaded. Four elders drew swords, and an invisible barrier blocked the menacing demons.
But this burst can only resist for a moment, and soon, the demons broke through the barrier and slaughtered with everyone.
The base of Song Xun's feet is where the tactics fall, and also the place connected to the wasteland-he summoned the monsters and monsters of the wasteland.
Countless demons and monsters emerged one after another from the connection, and everyone tried their best to kill, and they could not kill, and in the utterly overwhelming darkness, it was easy to cause fear.
In the chaos, I wonder who shouted: "Shen Zongzhu save us!"
It is self-evident who the shouting Lord Shen shouted.
Song Yan was wrapped in black gas, even with black eyebrows. He heard this, and was angry, and was about to refute, but he heard a chuckle.
He turned his head subconsciously, only to find that Shen Zhixian didn't join the battle, and he stood not far behind him. The demon lingered on his side, but didn't rush forward, but nodded his head respectfully.
Song Yan angrily said: "Waste! Waste! Kill me!"
The demon in his body also began to move, clamoring to pounce on Shen Zhixian.
However, the demons were still still, making weird sounds, and seemed to be expressing something.
Song Yan hated his heart and pulled out his sword to kill Shen Zhixian himself.
He knows that he is not Shen Zhixuan's opponent, but it doesn't matter. The half-demon is still on him. He has also called these many demons.
The breath suddenly choked.
Shen Zhixian issued a sword.
The sharp sword tip was still one punch away from him, but he clearly felt an invisible hand, and clamped his throat fiercely, making him unable to breathe!
Shuang Huijian was inspired by the magic, came out of the sword, and revolved around the sword body. Shen Zhixian held the sword firmly and made a stroke.
The sword tip still hadn't met Song Yan, but the sword's qi made him unable to resist. The hands and feet seemed to be heavy, and the corners of his eyes glanced at it, and it was a large group of black gas that trapped him in turn.
Song Zheng looked at Shen Zhixuan in shock, only feeling that warm liquid was flowing from his neck and wet.
"This sword is Master."
Shen Zhixian's eyes became cold, watching the Yin Hong blood dripping from Song Yan's neck, he shook his wrist again, Song Yan screamed, Ling Gen was broken by the sword gas.
"This sword is Yan Jin."
If it wasn't for Song Yong's deliberate introduction of monsters to chase him and Xiao Yan Jin, they would not be forced into the wasteland, ending their first encounter in such a tragic way.
Later, Song Xuan even dared to bring Xiao Yan Jin back from the edge of the wasteland, and handed it to the half-devil who robbed him, in an attempt to let the half-devil and Yan Jin torture each other to death-the last life, he did succeed.
With another sword, Song Xuan just felt soft and lumpy, paralyzed on the ground, his pain was unconscious, and only a pair of eyes could move, staring hard at Shen Zhixuan.
"This sword, for me."
Shen Zhixian looked down at the rotten meat: "The Master once taught me that it is mine, so you should keep it up and not give up. Qing Yunzong is my responsibility and I cannot tolerate you."
"So you just die. Save yourself from jumping out and dirty my eyes."
Shen Zhixian rarely said such vicious words, but he felt that it would not be enough for Song Yi to be even one hundred times ten thousand times more vicious.
The monsters summoned by Song Yong swallowed his body clean, only a few white bones were left, and his skull was still there. Song Yan was left with a last breath, struggling unwillingly, and spit out the vague words: "You ... magic……"
Shen Zhixian guessed what he wanted to ask, smiled slightly, and whispered: "It doesn't matter if I talk to you. My Jin is now the Lord of the Wasteland. Guess, these wasteland demon you called will help you. Or kill you? "
A Jin from his family ...
With a last bit of strength, Song Ye remembered who it was, and then he couldn't get up again, and made a bang, his head was cleaned by the demons, and the half-devil who could not escape was sipped by a ferocious monster Half of it, half of it left in my mouth.
Without Song Yan's support, the connection began to gradually disappear, Shen Zhixian took control, and the monsters who nodded their heads aside and said, "Go back."
The monster, who could not see the appearance, answered, and then made a weird noise. Hearing this voice, those monsters and monsters who had been fighting with everyone shrank back and forth, and went back and forth wherever they went.
At the last moment, the calling monster tweaked to Shen Zhixian and whispered quietly, "You are so serious today, and have been practicing in the wasteland for a long time. If you have seen your respect, please let your respect be good." Several times ... "
Its epilogue dissipated along with the connection, Shen Zhixuan closed her eyes with laughter and tears, gathered her emotions, and turned her head to look at everyone.
Although the monsters and monsters looked fierce, they were ordered beforehand. Although they were fierce in fighting, they did not kill them. At most, they had some serious injuries and no life threats.
The darkness is still there, Shen Zhixian 掐 掐 disperses the remaining magic, and the surroundings return to calm, but the mess around the land still shows the danger.
The people supported each other, and their faces felt how they felt for the rest of their lives. The Xiuxian Realm had really been peaceful for a long time, and most of them had seen so many demons and ghosts together for the first time.
The elder elders, who had always been taciturn, took the sword silently, stood up silently, silently, and made a great gift to Shen Zhixian.
The author has something to say: Si Fei doesn't write in the text, he hasn't thought about sending him a knife or sugar, hey.
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