The first thousand three hundred and seventy-two chapters aftermath

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An old castle on the mountainside stands tall in the darkness. Several owls are clutching the tree poles and resting on the treetops near the castle. In the darkness, the bright pupils are shining with dark light.

Whizzing!

Suddenly, the forest made two screaming wind noises, and two black shadows swept across the forest and appeared at the gate of the castle.

Two black wings stretched out behind the two shadows, which were at least ten meters long. The two gathered their wings and strode towards the castle.

Soon, the two of them walked directly into the castle. The inside of the castle was pitch black. There were bronze lamps hung on the stone walls, emitting a little red light, reflecting the cold walls.

In front of the castle hall, a throne made of black jade suspended in the air.

The two who entered the castle walked to the center, knelt on one knee, bowed their heads, and said respectfully: "Your Highness!"

Hula la~

After a while, a lingering black mist condensed on the throne, and the appearance of a handsome young man slowly emerged. This was not him, but just a ray of spiritual thought.

"whats the matter?"

The handsome young man on the throne said lightly, his voice containing some coldness.

"My Majesty, according to our intelligence system, a major event happened to the Yin-Yang Shenzong of the Sang Kingdom. The **** spirit veins of the Yin-Yang Shenzong on the Flaming Island were stolen..." A man kneeling on the ground said hoarsely. the sound of.

"Oh?"

The young man sitting on the throne finally had a touch of emotion on his face, and immediately smiled: "I can’t think that the Yin-Yang Shenzong actually suffered such a big loss, but it’s not a bad thing for us. Continue to investigate. It’s best to investigate the name. Who is the one who dares to steal the Yin-Yang Shenzong spiritual veins?"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The two responded in unison.

After a while, the young man on the throne dissipated in the air as wisps of black gas.

In a rich man's villa area 20 kilometers away from the castle, there is a patty in it. A handsome young man in a suit and long blond hair is sitting on the sofa, with two hot models lying beside him.

The young man held the red wine in his hand, and a thought-provoking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Hehe, Yin-Yang Shenzong, spiritual veins? Whoever steals spiritual veins, no one can stop us from returning!"

...

In St. Paul's Church, a priest wearing a white robe was reading the old and shabby Bible in his hands by candlelight in the church. His body faintly had a holy temperament and light, and the surrounding darkness was dispelled by the light on his body.

Outside the church, two men in white suits with white wings stretched out behind their backs swept across the dark sky, fell outside the church, and then strode in.

"Didn't I tell you? Don't bother me without my order."

Inside the church, the bald-headed priest said in a deep voice while reading the Bible.

"My lord, there is something important!"

Two men in white suits have already walked into the church, and the two white wings behind them suddenly shrunk into their bodies, saying respectfully.

"Ok?"

The bald pastor closed the Bible in his hand, stood up, turned his head to look at the two of them, and frowned slightly, "What's the matter?"

"The spiritual veins of the Yin-Yang Shenzong were stolen by a mysterious person!" one of the men in a white suit replied.

The bald priest was taken aback for a moment, frowned and said, "Someone dare to steal the spiritual vein?"

Spirit veins are the source of spiritual energy. They are extremely important to monks from all sects and countries. The value of a spiritual vein is simply unimaginable. Stealing a spiritual vein is equivalent to declaring war on the entire place.

"You should investigate carefully and find out who stole the spirit veins." The bald priest ordered.

"Yes, my lord."

The two nodded in unison, and immediately unfolded the white wings behind them, and immediately turned into two streams of light and left the church.

Almost all the major forces in the world got news at the same time.

Every force has eyeliners inserted into each other, and the spirit veins are stolen and there is a lot of noise. It is impossible to cover up the news.

Lan Guo.

Kyushu Secret Realm, inside the Kylin Martial Arts Hall.

The owners of the four major pavilions gathered today. Fang Tangjing, Wu Yingxi, Wu Jinfeng, Liang Yuan, and Shi Jian were all sitting on sandalwood carved chairs.

"Samurai sword, have you heard that someone actually took the spirit veins of the Yin-Yang Shenzong Flame Island, what a great person!" Wu Jinfeng laughed, quite gloating.

"I've also heard that the people of Yin-Yang Shenzong might jump with anger." Liang Yuan followed with a smile.

"The Yin-Yang Shenzong only has four spiritual veins. Now someone has snatched one of them. Naturally, it hurts his vitality. But who do you guys dare to **** the Yin-Yang Shenzong spiritual veins? That's going to have a life and death grudge against the entire Yin-Yang Shenzong "Wu Yingxi raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Fang Tangjing smiled and said, "I am afraid that there are not many people in the world who can do such earth-shattering things. Could it be Zhuo Bufan who did it?"

"The son?" Shi Jian frowned Liu Ye's eyebrows, and a small face like a porcelain doll showed a suspicious look. Zhuo Bufan had never told her about this.

"This matter has not yet been finalized. Let's not guess at each other. If Zhuo Bufan comes back, we can ask him." Liang Yuan said in a deep voice.

Fang Tangjing's face also showed a solemn expression: "Well, this matter has not been finalized for the time being, and the news cannot be spread casually."

Everyone nodded.

Inside the Qinglong Wuguan.

Two disciples were practicing the exercises on the mountainside. One of the young men struck out with both fists at the same time, making the air bang and bang. There were nine sounds in a row, causing the air to burst.

"Brother Luo, your nine-stroke wave has reached the realm of great success, congratulations!"

Another young man standing by and watching showed awe and a flattering smile on his face.

"It's just the lowest yellow rank first-grade martial arts. The master promised that as long as I can practice the nine-quan wave to the peak, I will choose the profound-level martial arts practice." Luo Danhua squeezed his fists, his eyes flickered. .

"I must become stronger, the shame of the past... I must get it back ten times, Zhuo Bufan!" Luo Danhua gritted his teeth, secretly feeling fierce in his heart.

Two years ago, Zhuo Bufan not only killed his younger brother Luo Shaozhou, but also suppressed his Luo family and couldn’t lift his head. Luo Danhua has been deeply buried in his heart for this hatred, and he secretly vowed that one day he will get back from Zhuo Bufan. Once shame.

Regarding the robbing of the Yin-Yang Shenzong spiritual veins, it is no longer a secret among the world's super-large forces, and it has also caused the major forces to strengthen the control and defense of the spiritual veins.

I don't know who dared to draw other people's spiritual veins. This is equivalent to being an enemy of all monks!

This year, it is called by the Blue Star Cultivation World, the Year of the Lost Spiritual Vessel!

The Yin-Yang Shenzong has also become the laughing stock of all the powers of cultivation in the world.