Chapter 075: The Action That Begins Soon

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Back and forth, it took Yue Yuan half a month.

In the middle, except for some necessary arrangements, within the Ming Sect, Yue Yuan can be said to be allowing some unsatisfied people inside to move around. It's just that when Yue Yuan returned to the Bright Peak, the expected rebellion did not appear.

The purple-shirted dragon king Daisy was still at the top of the light, and did not flee as he imagined. As for whether he secretly contacted those who were not convinced, Yue Yuan didn't care. Moreover, in Yue Yuan's opinion, there are also people in the upper echelons of the Ming Sect who will not watch them do things like mantis arms blocking cars.

For example, Yang Xiao, the left envoy of light.

After returning to the Bright Peak, Yue Yuan immediately issued an order and summoned the high-level leaders of the Ming Sect to gather at the Bright Peak.

Soon.

The upper and lower levels of the Mingjiao got the news.

Except for a few people who stayed at the top of the light, the others were removed by special carrier pigeons to deliver messages.

Mountainside, a pavilion.

Facing the cold wind, Liu Ji shook the folding fan in his hand, looked at the slightly desolate scenery in the distance, admired the fine sand blown into the air by the wind, and muttered in his mouth: "After the sect leader returned from the east, he made such a big fanfare, what does the senior brother think?" ”

"There should be a big action!"

Zhang Zhong, the Iron Crown Daoist, flicked his sleeves, glanced sideways at the white clouds in the direction of the sky, and sighed: "Originally, I thought that the sect leader's move would be earlier, but the sect leader is a master of art and bold, not only giving us room to resist, but also giving those enemies time." ”

Mingjiao is a big faction.

Yue Yuan didn't need everyone in the Ming Sect to recognize his identity to become the sect leader, he only needed to subdue the ambitious high-level people. With Yue Yuan's ability, it is not difficult to subdue this group of high-level leaders. Therefore, in the original speculation of the Iron Crown Daoist, the time for the sect leader to start his actions was a little earlier, but in fact it was much later.

"It seems that it is because of the two women who came to the top of the light in the first place!"

Liu Ji didn't calculate, and when he faced Yue Yuan for the first time, after calculating the trauma he caused, Liu Ji remembered this lesson. This time, it's just a very ordinary answer based on your eyes and thinking.

The two women, their brothers and sisters, had not seen each other's power, but they knew the horror of these two women from the occasional chatter of others. You know, that incident has become a taboo in the heart of the Blue Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao.

Whoever mentions that incident makes Wei Yixiao involuntarily think of the caged bird, then he will be so angry that he wants to kill.

This taboo is naturally clear to this group of people.

Although I don't say it to my face, there are still people who secretly laugh dumbly and shock the strength of those two women.

“……”

In silence, Liu Ji's action of gently shaking the feather fan in his hand suddenly stopped, and his eyes suddenly fixed on the top of his feather fan, where a feather that had been taken off was fluttering in front of his eyes. For a while, Liu Ji's attention was attracted by this feather.

He looked at it in a daze for a long time, until the feather floated out of the pavilion and floated to the bottom of the cliff, and Liu Ji came back to his senses.

Equally.

Also attracted attention was Liu Ji's senior brother Tieguan Daoist Zhang Zhong, who also looked at it in a daze for a long time, until the feathers floated out of sight, and then he came to his senses. The two brothers glanced at each other, their fingers twisted together, and after measuring for a while, they both saw an emotion called joy from the depths of each other's eyes, and said in unison: "The master is back!" ”

The two of them looked to the east together, but unfortunately they could not see through the peaks, and all they saw were the endless mountains and the crescent moon that had faintly appeared in the broad daylight.

Far East.

A valley.

The faint white fog is shrouded almost all year round, and I don't know if it's a natural formation or because of other reasons.

Here, outsiders don't see any signs of the inside.

In this valley, a simple grass hut was built. This is where Liu Ji and Zhang Zhongshi learned art from school, but after they left school, the two brothers rarely stepped into it again.

Not only that, but when I go back occasionally, I only see the grass house, but I don't see anyone else.

As long as they are free, when they return here, they will do their best to repair the grass hut so that it looks safe and sound, and will not become shaky after too much wind and rain to live in.

Under the sun's rays, the light shines through the white mist, making it seem like a faint sense of water vapor transpiring.

And today, the grass house, which has been empty for many years, once again has its owner.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

A figure appeared at the doorway, and through the sunlight, a long shadow dragged out of the doorway. The shadow swayed, that is, the clothes of the person who appeared moved with the wind, so that the shadows on the ground appeared in the same motion.

"The Emperor Star is dim, and these days of barbarian power have come to an end!"

"How can the light of the stars compete with the bright moon?"

A deep voice echoed in the grass house, and the person who came stretched out his right hand, condensed water vapor out of thin air, and drew a character in front of him, and from a distance, this character was a text, a text that was not in the current shape, but an ancient character. If there is a scholar who is good at calligraphy, he will definitely be able to recognize this ancient character as a small seal.

This small seal is exactly a 'Yue' character.

Then, the visitor reached out and brushed away the font condensed by the water vapor and replaced it with the word 'month'.

"The old days are over."

"A new era is beginning!"

"Everyone has to learn to survive in this era!"

In the depths of his eyes, there seem to be countless human figures floating in the depths of his eyes, which are countless swords, guns and arrows, countless war horses galloping, countless corpses and mountains of blood, and countless grievances and hatreds: "All living beings can't escape this catastrophe!" ”

"They are just part of the catastrophe."

"Because the sleeping dragon has opened its eyes."

……

Yue Yuan's eyes were closed and opened suddenly.

A golden glow flashed in the depths of his eyes. No one saw that the moment he opened his eyes just now, his eyes were golden, and his pupils were vertical.

“……”

Rubbing his forehead with his right hand, his open eyes narrowed again, Yue Yuan couldn't help but sigh, his body turned out to be in this situation again, it seemed that Tu Feng's battle did not have the effect he needed.

Originally, he thought that after hedging with dragons and phoenixes, or even changing his body, he would be safe and sound.

But now it seems that the star soul cultivated by his previous flesh and blood really still has the influence of the dragon yuan in his body. That Long Yuan, is this all condensed in his own flesh and blood?

He still underestimated Long Yuan's erosion of the body.

No!

To be precise, it is the erosion of ordinary people by one's own flesh and blood.

The body of the star soul has been completely transformed into its own body, which is the same as the body it once was. Moreover, this little remnant of the power of the Dragon Yuan is actually growing, and if it continues like this, it will return to the level of the past, or even stronger than it.

If this continues, he feels like he is about to turn into a dragon.

Mo Chou and other women will not recognize themselves.

Half a day.

Yue Yuan sighed.

That's fine.

It's just a matter of making up my mind again.