“Ling Xiao, why do you want to let the Temple of Destiny go? I think the Temple of Destiny is as hateful as the Chinese. These bastards are simply rats hiding in the dark, and they can only hurt people secretly!”
The white dragon horse said indignantly that it disliked the old woman Zhao Qun. If it weren't for the Moon Goddess, it would have wanted to kick Zhao Qun hard in the face.
"The Temple of Destiny is indeed hateful, but after all, Moon Goddess is the Saint of the Temple of Destiny, so let's give her some face! As long as the Temple of Destiny doesn't provoke me in the future, I won't bother to pay attention to them! If there is a next time, don't blame me for being rude!"
Ling Xiao sighed softly.
"Ling Xiao, don't say such nice things. I think you just feel sorry for your old lover. Aren't you afraid that Jinse and Xuewei will come after you if you do this...ah..."
The white dragon horse sneered and couldn't help talking nonsense again.
But before it could finish its words, it let out a scream and was kicked away by Ling Xiao.
Everyone secretly thought that he deserved it.
This guy Bai Longma is just an old ruffian, a bastard who is trying to climb up the ladder, and he speaks without restraint. Everyone has long wanted to beat him up.
“Ling Xiao, it seems that the people from the five immortal holy places, the Samsara Temple, the Nine-Layered Imperial Palace, the Heavenly Curse Sect, the Spacetime Heavenly Gate, and the Five Elements Heavenly Sect, have not yet arrived. I’m afraid they have made the same choice as the Hua Clan!”
Pangu Tiangang said to Lingxiao.
"Forget about the Samsara Temple. For Xue Wei's sake, I won't pursue it any further! But the Nine-Layered Imperial Palace, the Heavenly Curse Sect, the Space-Time Heavenly Gate, and the Five Elements Heavenly Sect. I think they are just like the Chinese. They are tired of living!"
Ling Xiao sneered, with a hint of cold murderous intent in his eyes.
"Do you really want to come to your house to interrogate me?"
Pangu Tiangang asked.
"Three days! If they don't come to apologize within three days, we will have no choice but to come to their house and interrogate them! Wait two more days!"
Ling Xiao said lightly, with a hint of depth in his eyes.
Over the next two days, the Light and Dark Sect and the Silent Temple both delivered rubbings of the Infinite Light and Darkness Sutra and the Silent Sutra as promised, which contained the complete true meaning of the Emperor Sutra, as well as 100 billion Origin Pills, as well as those who had attacked Ling Xiao and the War God Temple.
However, when those people were brought here, they were already dead bodies.
As for other sects, families and divine kingdoms such as the Tianlei Sect and Danfu Mountain, they also sent all kinds of rare treasures, even much more than they promised.
This time, in order to gain Ling Xiao's forgiveness, they spent a lot of money.
Where in the Temple of War God have you ever seen so many treasures
The War God Temple has been in a miserable state over the years. It has been extremely poor and destitute, and is even about to fall out of the ranks of the Twelve Immortal Holy Lands. The cultivation of the disciples in the sect is already stretched to the limit, not to mention treasures such as the Origin Dan River.
Seeing the treasures sent by those immortal holy places and powerful sects, Liu Baiyi and Zhan Feng Tianzun were extremely excited. With so many resources, the cultivation of the elders and disciples of the Temple of War God would surely improve by leaps and bounds.
On the third day, an uninvited guest appeared in the Temple of War God.
On the top of Zhan Mountain, the sea of clouds is misty.
An old man with white hair and beard came walking in the air, his clothes fluttering in the wind. He looked like an immortal, with a transcendent and otherworldly temperament.
He exuded a pure and natural aura, as if he had merged into one with the surrounding world.
Especially his eyes, which were deep and bright, as if the strange scenes of the rotation of the sun and the moon and the reincarnation of all living beings emerged.
"Someone from the Samsara Temple?"
There was a gleam of light in Ling Xiao's eyes, and his gaze fell on the old man. He felt the same aura from the old man as that of the Lord of Reincarnation.
Moreover, this old man's cultivation is far beyond that of the Lord of Reincarnation.
There are actually two powerful emperors in the Temple of Samsara
Ling Xiao was secretly on guard in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface. He asked calmly, "Who are you?"
"My dear friend Ling Xiao, I am Xue Wei's master. If you don't believe me, you can call Xue Wei out and ask her!"
The old man with white hair and beard smiled slightly. His smile was gentle and he looked very kind.
"Xue Wei's master?"
Ling Xiao was slightly stunned.
"Master?! Is it really you who came back?"
At this moment, Xuewei also sensed the old man's breath and rushed out immediately. After seeing the Ancestor of Samsara, her eyes were filled with great surprise.
The Ancestor of Samsara, the most powerful person in the Samsara Temple, is also Xuewei’s master!
No one knows how old the Ancestor of Samsara is. When the Lord of Samsara was very young, the Ancestor of Samsara was already the Ancestor of Samsara.
Therefore, Xuewei holds such a transcendent status in the Temple of Samsara.
"Xuewei girl, I have been away from the God Realm for the past two hundred years, and you have suffered!"
The Ancestor of Samsara glanced at Xuewei and sighed softly, his eyes full of pity.
"Master, it's not hard for Xuewei to see you! Did you come here today because of the Palace Master's matter? Master, this matter is all the Palace Master's fault. It was the Palace Master who insisted on killing the young master. Don't blame the young master!"
Xuewei looked at the Ancestor of Samsara with some concern.
On one side is her beloved young master, and on the other side is her most respected master. Xuewei doesn't want the two of them to become enemies.
"I know the whole story! Qin Wuji and Qin Miesheng have evil intentions towards you, and they have made enemies with the Chosen Son. They are destined to suffer this catastrophe, and even I can't stop it! I came here today to ask you to go back and take over the throne of the Lord of Reincarnation!"
The Ancestor of Samsara sighed softly.
"Master of Samsara? Master, I can't do that. My cultivation is too weak! Master, it's more appropriate for you to be the Master of Samsara. Besides, I want to be with the young master!"
Xuewei was a little surprised, and finally her face turned red and she spoke shyly.
Ling Xiao was also slightly stunned. The cultivation level of the Samsara Ancestor in front of him was unfathomable. Ling Xiao felt that perhaps even the ancestors of the four holy clans were not as good as this Samsara Ancestor.
If this old ancestor of reincarnation took action, Ling Xiao would not be able to kill the Lord of Reincarnation Qin Wuji at all. But it seemed that the old ancestor of reincarnation knew everything. He did not stop Qin Wuji, nor did he take action against Ling Xiao.
And now, the Patriarch of Samsara wants Xue Wei to be the Lord of Samsara, which makes Ling Xiao find it difficult to understand the Patriarch of Samsara's intention for a while.
"Xuewei, the Samsara Temple is now leaderless. You, who possess the Samsara Sacred Body, are the most suitable candidate! As for me, I can't stay in the God Realm for too long. The great calamity of the epoch is coming, and Lord Kunwu and I still have a lot of things to do. We must plan for the future of the human race in advance!
You and Ling Xiao are not ordinary people. You both have your own responsibilities and missions. If you can survive this epochal catastrophe, you can stay together forever! But if you can't survive, then everything will be over! Master hopes that you can become the Lord of Reincarnation, but he won't force you. I hope you can think it over carefully!"
The Ancestor of Samsara looked at Ling Xiao and Xue Wei seriously and spoke, his voice full of vicissitudes, containing the fluctuations of the endless passage of time.
(End of this chapter)