The Holy Volcano of the Western Regions is the main hall of the Holy Fire Cult.

It is one of the world's martial arts holy places and is also the largest sect in the Western Regions. Another wealthy Sect in the Western Regions has declined since Zhang Moye left, and compared with the Holy Volcano, its momentum is somewhat worse than that in the holy volcano.

Although the name is Holy Volcano, it is actually a snow mountain.

It is on the edge of the foothills of the Tianshan Mountains, with a high altitude and atop the peaks, and the snow does not melt all year round, but this place is not bitter and colder than other mountain ranges, and the climate is milder all year round.

The reason is that the thousand-year-old sacred fire remains here, and the heat it emits when burning can still maintain the temperature in this mountain without interfering with the snow.

This ball of fire is unusual.

It is a secret treasure of the immortal family, and in this chaotic secular world of the Western Regions, it is also the foundation of the faith of the Holy Fire Cult.

The Western Regions connects Middle-earth and Western countries. In the early years, trade flourished when they were in Great Chu. Hu caravans crossed the desert to sell goods from Middle-earth and Western countries.

It creates a prosperous situation, but it also becomes more chaotic.

The Hu Han family was not talking about the mixed residence. Even the local Hu people were divided into many factions, but no matter what kind of sect came here, they would be suppressed by the Holy Fire Sect.

Especially after the appearance of the desolate wind in the Western Regions and isolate the Western Regions and Central Earth, this chaos became more and more obvious, and the small countries in the Western Regions also continued to conquer.

But the belief in the Holy Fire religion grew stronger and stronger in this chaos.

Today, there are nearly one million people in the Western Regions who believe in the doctrine of the Holy Fire, and there are hundreds of thousands of sincere believers, just like a copy of the Miaojiang witchcraft.

But unlike the Miaojiang witchcraft family, there is also a Seven Quarter Sect in the Western Regions, and the ambitious Zhang Chu is interfering.

In addition, Yang Tao, the head of the Holy Fire, is a character who does not like secular disputes and focuses on faith. Therefore, although the Holy Fire Cult is famous in the Western Regions, it has not achieved the unification of the state religion like Phoenix City.

Nowadays, the changes in the world's general trend have also affected some small countries in the Western Regions, and they are ready to pay tribute to the Great Chu.

But these things must be approved by the Holy Fire Sect and the Seven Quadrass Gate.

Zhang Chu died in Yanjing, and the seven quatrains had no leader. The small country they controlled became more and more chaotic and out of control. The Holy Fire Sect also returned because of the wounded leader and became somewhat conservative.

They did not issue a clear order to prevent tribute from various countries, nor allowed such actions, which caused panic among small countries.

"Miss, a guest is here."

At the Holy Fire Cult, in the main hall where the holy fire was placed, Mr. Zhao, who had already shown an old appearance, stepped into the hall and said to Miss Lei Shiyin, who was carrying the holy fire with unconcealed joy:

"It was the hero Shen Qiu who came with his son-in-law. He was riding on the Mo family's treasure ship, and from the clouds, he landed in front of the Holy Fire Hall, which shocked the believers.

Yang Tao has already gone to meet. Miss, we can go back to Luoyang. Are you... unhappy?"

Butler Zhao saw Lei Shiyin's expression.

My eldest lady's face was calm when she heard the news.

As the streaming light on the forehead was pounding like a third eye, Shiyin, wearing Western Regions costumes, pulled her fingers away from the steadily burning holy fire in front of her.

She looked at the flame in front of her that was protected by her with care and became stronger and stronger. The flame was like a mirror, reflecting her face and her eyes.

"Of course I'm happy, Uncle Zhao, I just have some ideas."

Shiyin looked back and smiled at the loyal old housekeeper. She took a deep breath and looked at the majestic and majestic hall above her head.

She was already very familiar with this place, almost knowing it, and she said softly:

"We have lived here for several years. I feel like I am connected with the Holy Fire. I always want to convince myself to regard this place as a place to settle down.

I call it "home". I am busy here and live. I seem to have adapted to the days here. The life in Luoyang is far away like the previous life."

Shi Yin lowered her head, and her voice became a little deeper.

"But I just can't convince myself. I hate every moment here, this is not my home."

After a few breaths, Shiyin raised her head again.

She looked back at the golden flame that was burning with her mood behind her, stretched out her hand toward it, and asked:

"I'm going home, are you going with me?"

The flame seemed to respond.

The next moment, it turned the burning fire into a ball of fire like flowing water and flowed into Shiyin's hands, like a fire snake and a fire dragon, wrapping around her arms, shoulders, and waist.

It was like a layer of golden light feather fairy robe for Shiyin.

This is its response.

It was willing to leave with the sound of the poem, as if it had been in this holy volcano for a thousand years, and it had also felt bored and wanted to see this world a thousand years later.

Shiyin's smile even more.

She took a step down the steps, leaving behind a burning footprint behind each step. The flame was extinguished without leaving any embers, but as she stepped on her footsteps, it was like lotus growing step by step, and the fire was leaping.

The saint set off like a goddess in fire.

"Let's go, Uncle Zhao."

Shiyin said gently to Butler Zhao:

"Let's go home."

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"We are waiting today, it's a bad guest."

Outside the Holy Fire Hall, Shen Qiu, with his hands in his arms, took Zhang Lan, Xiao Tie, Yao Qin, Huiyin, and a group of Mohist people, standing on the square surrounded by the Holy Fire believers.

All around were elites from the sect, commanded by various guardians. Everyone was overwhelming and the atmosphere in the field was suppressed and low.

In front of Shen Qiu, ten feet away, Yang Tao was standing with a peach wood stick.

The head teacher didn't have much anger on his face, and even his expression was lacking. He was still wearing the robe dressed by the old pianist, with white hair spreading on his shoulders and spots left by the holy fire on his forehead.

The two sides are in a confrontation.

But no matter how firm the people around them were watching, they knew that the protagonist of today's battle was not them.

Shen Qiu looked around.

The buildings on the top of this mountain are surrounded by beautiful scenery. From here, you can see the foothills of the Tianshan Mountains in the distance, majestic, connecting the heaven and earth, and you can also see the pillar of heaven standing in the mountains.

That was the consequence of the change that arising from the Battle of Fairy Mountain on that day. It set up thirteen everywhere in the world to connect the earth veins, and introduce the spiritual energy of the revived heaven and earth into the earth veins, so that all things can grow together with the spiritual energy.

It's like a spiritual node that causes changes in the world.

"At that time, in Jinling, the head teacher made an agreement with my brother, and took my sister away, and became the saint of your religion, and protected the sacred fire.

Now the time for the agreement has come."

Chen Qiu ignored the noisy shouts around him, and he said loudly:

"I'll wait to come here and pick up my sister home! Can the head teacher stop him?"

"Agreement is an agreement."

Yang Tao waved her hand, and the shouts of the excited Holy Fire Cultists around the square fell, and soon became dead silent. As these people were watching, the old master said in a gentle tone:

"After the contract is established, I will fulfill it. I will not stop you from taking away my saints, but everything must be done according to the agreement."

Speaking of this, the old man changed his mind.

He said to Chen Qiu:

"On that day, I made an appointment with the brothers of Master Wangchuan, not with you. Today's affairs shouldn't be forced to make a move, right?"

Chen Qiu curled his lips and said:

"Master, are you afraid that Chen will interfere?"

"certainly."

Yang Tao said frankly:

"I really worry about the methods of Master Shen in Xianshan. If you, like a master, come and get involved, I really don't have the confidence to fulfill this agreement."

This is to admit it in person that your martial arts are not as good as Chen Qiu now.

Even though there is a holy fire to protect the body, you will not lose.

But it is difficult to win.

Chen Qiu turned around and looked at Xiao Tie wearing Tiangang armor, and the latter nodded to him.

So he took a step back and Xiao Tie took a step forward.

"Clang"

The Juque sword hit the feet, causing the bricks and petrol to turn into powder, and the blood-red battle aura began to rotate around the black Tiangang armor. Under the eyes wearing ghost faces, the sound of a small iron jar sounded.

"Today, I will come to the appointment! I will take my wife away and take her back to the world to make up for her regrets. Master, please."

"you..."

Yang Tao also took a step forward. He looked at the little iron wearing a ferocious Tiangang armor in front of him, like a giant beast. On the Penglai Fairy Mountain, he could see that this little iron was full of domineering brute force, and could resist the old ancestor's changing ferocious beast.

Judging from the method of force alone, the person in front of him is the best in the world.

"You're a little bit short."

Yang Tao shook her head, with a hint of regret in her eyes, and he said to Xiao Tie:
To be continued...