Chapter 465: The left and right alliance (Part 1)

The autumn wind suddenly blows, causing the Yellow River to rise and roll up the turbid waves, rolling up the noisy water waves. On both sides of the Yellow River, reed flowers float and geese grow long hiss. As the saying goes, the autumn wind and rain are so sad that this scene can be seen. Even the rolling Yellow River waves bring a seven-point cold air at this moment. The water mist about a foot thick drifts up and down the river, showing a cold and quiet atmosphere.

The water of the Yellow River in this section seems to be surging because of the narrow river channel, like a dragon roaring, shaking dozens of miles. The rushing waves slapped hard on the reefs on both sides, rolling up waves with slippery foam more than ten feet high, and it is like the saliva sprayed from the mouth of a demon dragon. It is so scary! A team of caravans were walking slowly along the river bank, but looking at their trembling appearance, it was obvious that they had already been absorbed by the roaring Yellow River, and only a walking corpse was moving in a daze.

The leader of the caravan was a powerful man with great martial arts. He held a big knife and shouted loudly: "Brothers, cheer up, go twenty miles further forward, and there is a ferry crossing to cross the river. Work harder and hurry to Dawangzhuang before sunset. It has delicious food and drinks, and you can have whatever you want."

Hearing his encouragement, the people in the caravan who had already become weak quickly cheered up, drove the horse, and pulled the truck to run forward. The man smiled proudly, cheered up, and walked forward quickly with the big knife. While walking, he looked back, fearing that someone would pull him behind. But after just a few times, his neck could no longer be turned. Not only was his neck unable to move, but his body suddenly stiffened there, as if he had seen a ghost.

Hundreds of people in the caravan didn't know the clues, so they quickly followed the man's eyes and looked at the Yellow River. This time they saw them scared them all. In this part of the narrowest part of the Yellow River, the fastest water flow, the fiercest waves, and the largest and most turbulent vortex, more than a dozen figures were standing steadily on the surface of the river, not moving at all.

Look at the two leading men, one is like a bamboo pole, with a stiff body, a hint of black air, and a green light in his eyes. The people behind him are also full of yin energy, and their figures are basically tall, like a row of bamboos in the mountains. The person in front of the thin old Taoist was chubby, round, and a bald head with kind eyebrows and a chubby old Taoist. The people behind him are long and short, fat, thin, and unparalleled. But these Taoists are also surrounded by evil spirits, and they are obviously not easy to mess with.

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On the river surface, the thin and tall old Taoist slowly turned his head and glanced at the caravan with five or six hundred people. A sneer suddenly appeared on his face. With a bounce of his right hand, a thin phosphorescence suddenly shot into the water waves of the Yellow River under his feet. A series of "rumbling" sounds came from the river, just like a mountain collapse and cracking the ground. Two huge dragon heads suddenly appeared on the water surface. The two faucets, which were pitch black all over and green ghost fires, opened their mouths and made a shocking long hiss. Then countless water balls roared from the nearby river surface and fought towards the caravan.

In every blink of an eye, millions of water balls swept across the caravan at the speed of a meteor. The flesh and flesh were shattered, and then the cracked flesh and flesh were blown to pieces. The vehicles and goods had no resistance at all and were swept clean in an instant. The blood was everywhere, the broken flesh was everywhere, and countless crystal clear water balls were still shooting in the air, smashing the reed marsh into pieces, and countless deep marks appeared on the ground.

The thin old Taoist saw that a caravan with hundreds of people turned into vanish in an instant. He immediately grinned his teeth and blew out a mouthful of black gas. A deep gap broke open on the ground, swallowing the minced meat and wood chips on the ground in one bite, and then immediately closed it. The thin old Taoist looked at the caravan that turned into vanish with satisfaction. The ghost laughed a few times and snorted coldly: "Zuo Sheng, now it's fine, there's no dirty people, you can say anything nonsense, right?"

He smiled a few times, and bowed: "To be honest, I want to thank you. I have killed so many disciples of the Blood God Cult for me last time." His eyes were even green, and he stared at the chubby old Taoist, and said with a grim voice: "As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on the owner. Although those wastes are not good, they have also surrendered to this saint. Zuo Sheng, you just want to control the waste of the third prince, and you dare to let go of slaughter, but where do you put this saint?"

Zuo Sheng looked innocent, looked at the thin old Taoist with a smile on his face, spread his hands and said helplessly: "Yousheng, you can't blame me! At that time, I had just come out of the temple, how could I know that the people of the Blood God Cult are your subordinates?" He smiled sinisterly, with an extremely deceitful light flashing in his eyes, and he smiled sinisterly: "Besides, is that really the Blood God Cult really surrendered to the Right Saint? I'm afraid it's not? Hehe, we know it ourselves, why do we have to look so angry?"

There was no one talking on the rolling Yellow River for a while. After a long time, the Right Saint laughed a few times and said slowly: "In this way, you, like the Zuo Sheng, you and I, finally ran out of the temple, but you didn't do it for him with your heart? Hehe, since that's the case, we are just each other. If you want to get a piece of the pie in the Central Plains, I don't blame you. The waste you killed will die if you die, and I don't rely on them to do it anyway! But today I invited me here, what's the point?"

Zuo Sheng sneered several times before finally speaking: "It's so impressive, but we don't need to talk like this? Right Saint, if you and Yuan Sheng can do it, you have added restrictions to restrict the overly powerful magic fluctuations and prevent the immortals from being aware of it, but you have already surpassed the level of the Daluo Golden Immortal tens of thousands of years ago and reached the first-class strength of the Immortal King! If you were wholeheartedly doing things for the Lord Saint, you would probably have been a big deal!"

After a few "hehe" sounds, Zuo Sheng stomped his feet hard, causing the river banks on both sides to collapse for dozens of feet. Then he continued: "But for the past tens of thousands of years, you have been wandering in the Central Plains for a long time, but you have accomplished nothing. Why? You are not going to do your business for the Lord Saint sincerely? This saint can't help but save you this thought, why should you be pretending in front of this saint?... The Blood God Sect is just one of the lackeys you used to disturb the Central Plains Taoist Sect. Even if I slaughter them all, will you feel distressed?"

At this point, the Right Saint couldn't help it, and could only keep sneering: "You are smart. You are worthy of being a powerful figure who undermined the Left Saint tens of thousands of years ago and inherited his position! Haha, Zuo Saint, Zuo Saint, why did you invite me to come today? Since you understand my thoughts, I will not ask you to care about the matter of the Blood God Cult. As you said, the Blood God Cult is one of the lackeys of this Saint, but it is not the most powerful subordinate of this Saint. It doesn't matter if you die. But today you want me to meet on the Yellow River. What's wrong with me? You have to give this Saint a lesson!"

After pausing, the right saint continued: "The Lord saint misread this saint and Yuansheng, did you see it right again? You are not saying that you are arrogant and bullying the natives in the temple, but you are also doing things in the Central Plains, and you are just focusing on cultivating your own power as the most important thing? Is it really that you are trying hard for that big thing?... Hehe, how many dragon veins have you checked? How many pure yang minerals have you collected? How many supreme yang magic weapons have you prepared?"

"Even if the Yuan Sheng snatched at least a few colorful lotus flowers from Kunlun last time and dealt with it. But for the past few years you have been in the Central Plains, you have not used it at all?" The Right Saint smiled several times, with a green light in his eyes, and said with a crazy smile: "Do you think I don't know what you think? You just want to recruit tens of thousands of monks and replace them! But it's so easy? Haha, Zuo Sheng, you underestimate the Lord Saint too much! Not only did you underestimate the Lord Saint, but you also underestimate the Lord Saint me!"

Zuo Sheng roared angrily: "I have underestimated him? But what about you? What you do in the Central Plains is the same as that of this saint? What qualifications do you have to say to me? I know what you are doing in the Central Plains are doing, and where are you really doing that for the Lord Saint? I can also do this to build a private power and form a party and respect yourself... If you can hold power, who would be willing to surrender to others?" He looked at the Right Saint indignantly and sneered: "If I want to say that I have underestimated him, what if you wait for the two of you?"

He lowered his head, looked at the surging river water under his feet and sneered a few times. The Right Saint slowly raised his head and said coldly: "It turns out that you have been with him in the temple for so long, but you don't know anything. You don't know anything at all, but you dare to learn the actions of the Original Saint and Yuan Sheng. It's hard for you to have such great courage."

Seeing Zuo Sheng's face full of dementia and looking like he was confused about the meaning of his words, the Right Saint laughed proudly a few times, and gently rubbed his hands: "The origin of the Yuan Sheng, hehe, I already know, but you don't know. The origin of the Lord Saint, Mr. Yin, Mr. Ying and others, I also know some clues, so I can boldly hang out in the Central Plains, no one can control it. But Zuo Sheng, you don't know anything, and you dare to do this, hahahahaha!"

After laughing wildly, the Right Saint suddenly stopped laughing, looked at the Zuo Sheng coldly and asked, "You don't know these things, but I don't have the intention to explain them to you. It is your ability to find out the truth behind it yourself. If you can't find out, then you will spend all day waiting to die. What's the matter with me asking me to come here today? If you just want to tease me, you will be more beautiful! You must know that although this Saint is a little worse than Yuan Sheng, it is far better than you."

With a 'sweeping', the right saint waved his right hand and pulled out five dark space cracks in the void. He looked at the Zuo Sheng coldly and sneered: "This is the real strength of this saint. The great magical power of the saint who stolen from the main saint who shattered the void as a weapon. Humph, if you think that ordinary Taoist magic can withstand such magical powers, then you would be really wrong." At this point, he waved his right hand and made a gesture, as if he wanted to throw the five black cracks towards the Zuo Sheng.

A cold sweat broke out on Zuo Sheng's forehead and he never dared to be mysterious again. He was frightened by the call of the Right Saint. He thought he was already well-informed in the temple and knew everything about the temple well. Who knew more about the right Saint's big and small things than he knew the inside story! Especially the strength shown by the Right Saint today made Zuo Sheng sweat in his heart. Such a magical power that could tear the void should be the means of ancient gods and demons? The tricks of ordinary cultivators are indeed not against each other.

At this moment, Zuo Sheng no longer dared to be negligent and quickly said, "Forget it, I will tell you! Didn't Yuan Sheng accept Lu Feng as a subordinate? But now Lu Feng has directly surrendered to the Lord Sheng and received the instructions of the Lord Sheng to do that matter! The Lord Sheng attaches great importance to this matter and has sent Mr. Ling, Mr. Zhen, Mr. Huan, and Mr. Kong to Lu Feng. Look at this saint's appearance, his vitality has been consumed by 70% of it, and he was humiliated by the four of them and almost lost his soul."

The right saint's eyebrows shook violently, and the five void cracks on his hand disappeared with the sound of "swish". He frowned and pondered: "Hey, how could that old guy join in with Lu Feng, the bold and arrogant boy? And he also sent Mr. Ling and the other four to be his bodyguards? This is not easy to deal with. Mr. Ling and the other four must be suppressed by the Jiuzhou barrier now, and they cannot exert half of their strength, but this half of all the power is also the peak level of the world, and it is rare to deal with it."

After a while of silence, the Right Saint raised his head and asked coldly: "So, you asked me to tell me these things today, but what do you want to do?" The Right Saint's tone involuntarily eased, and he no longer said that he would call himself the saint. At the same time, there was a slight turbulence on his face, and the green light in his eyes was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and obviously hesitated in his heart.

Zuo Shengjang laughed a few times and said to the right saint: "Well, since I don't know the obstacles, but after all, there is still the right saint in the world, you know the foundation of it! This matter is important, but I dare not make a decision alone. Since the right saint has been in the Central Plains for so long and has been operating a foundation for tens of thousands of years, I believe that he has more experience than this saint, so please give me more advice and see what should I do."

After squinting his eyes and pondering for a long time, the Right Saint suddenly sneered: "Just you want to join forces with me?" However, he quickly changed his tone: "Forget it, as the saying goes, one person will succeed, two people will help each other, but it is rare to deal with such a situation. Since you have said this by Zuo Saint, I have come up with a clear way."

After blinking his fingers, the men in black behind him immediately turned into series of phantoms and flew out. Several extremely vicious restrictions were set up several miles away, and Mantianjie began to patrol. Seeing this, Zuo Sheng looked back and explained a few times. The subordinates behind him also flew out one after another and cooperated with the old Taoists in black to patrol. Perhaps because he saw that the restrictions set up by the men in black were really extremely vicious, Zuo Sheng's subordinates did not spend any more effort.

Seeing that all the subordinates had flew away, the Right Saint then corrected his face, looked at the Left Saint very seriously, and said in a deep voice: "The main Saint has finally found someone who might accomplish that great thing for him. Although this matter is simple, it is just to choose a specific place, build a Yuan magic array, and cast nine pure Yang magic dragons, but the obstacles are extremely important! Yuan Saint is not sure why he is unwilling to do this, but the original Saint is instinctively afraid of doing this, so he has been perfunctory for tens of thousands of years."

"But Lu Feng was bold but did not know the powerful relationship. Since he had more power in his hands, among the civil and military officials of the Ming Dynasty, Lu Feng coughed, and no one dared to speak! The place he selected should be Beiping City? Lu Feng is also the director of the construction of the Beiping City. Isn't it easy to build an underground palace and arrange a few magic dragons on that point? Therefore, this matter cannot be stopped. I can only say how to use this matter to get the greatest benefits!"

Zuo Sheng frowned and looked at the Right Saint in confusion: "You dared to send someone to assassinate Lu Feng in the past, but you provoked Yuan Sheng. Why do you say such things now? If Lu Feng built the underground palace and the dragon, what would happen?" Zuo Sheng couldn't help but feel a little angry and blushed. He had been a general manager in the temple for so many years, but he knew the so-called great things of the Lord Saint but didn't know why. He was somewhat embarrassed when facing the right Saint's talk.
Chapter completed!