The True Lord of Northern Lu began to think.

So, how did Kitazawa and his two other disciples die?

After all, the Pure Land Qinglian Sect is just a small sect, and the strongest one has only reached the realm of image and has not yet reached the true image.

He pinched his fingers again.

This time, the calculation time took a little longer.

After a long time, he opened his eyes strangely, "It turned out to be a disaster, the gate of flesh and blood?"

The so-called disasters are recorded in the upper realm, but they can cause panic and only a small number of people know about them.

The True Lord of Beilu is one of them.

The tide of demons is a disaster, and everyone knows it.

Because the leader of the Tide of Demons, the ten-tailed, white-faced demon is extremely terrifying, and he can split and assimilate more demons' subordinates, and the source of the demon is unknown.

Then, this is the disaster now.

The fairy world has lasted for millions of years, so hasn't there been any other similar things happening in these millions of years?

Of course there is.

So these terrifying disasters have been completely eliminated?

It is naturally claimed to be like this, but only a small number of people know that the disaster has perished, while more are staying in the mezzanine space.

If the main universe is compared to a huge bubble, these mezzanine spaces are composed of countless tiny bubbles.

They are not fixed, but are constantly flowing, but there are some terrifying disasters that can directly enter somewhere in the main universe through some "channels".

These disappearing but not extinct disasters are recorded.

The Gate of Flesh and Blood is one of them.

The true king of the Northern Lu can still remember that the number is 91st.

In other words, it is the 91st found surviving disaster.

The order of numbers does not prove strength, because most disasters cannot be measured at all.

Most of the numbers are from ancient times or even ancient times.

These disasters may be because the power has reached a certain point, and in order to avoid the way of heaven or something, they have actively entered the mezzanine space.

But there is also a strange thing in this flesh and blood gate.

Because according to the investigation of the great power, the disaster should have originated from the battle between witches and ghosts that year.

However, in this sect, in addition to the power of the witch, there is also an extremely strange force. The power is good at creating illusions and is unaware of it.

"It seems that there are disasters like the Flesh Gate that are aimed at the Pure Land Qinglian Sect. That small sect should not exist. It's just a pity that the human-shaped spiritual treasure that can drive the tide of demons."

The real man from Beilu sighed, and he sorted out the causes and consequences.

Even if the sect that was targeted by disasters is still breathing, it is probably not long before.

So he didn't even calculate anymore, but gave up his plan to go directly to the Qinglian Sect of Pure Land.

After all, disaster is not something he can deal with.

More than ten days later.

Pure Land Qinglian Sect.

Xia Guang stood in front of the blue stone chair that bloomed like a lotus, looking at the hall, the neatly arranged disciples were bowing and shouting: "Greetings to the sect leader!"

The clouds outside the door were lingering like flowing water, overflowing through the threshold, rising and falling slightly.

Xia Guang looked at the disciples who had gathered these days, and there were about one hundred people in front of the hall.

Elder Zhang did not come, Situ Yin, Elder Wang's death had a great blow to her. She didn't believe that the flesh and blood gate disappeared inexplicably. She was looking at the coffin in the quiet room, and her hands and feet were cold. She didn't believe that some of the inner demons had entered the body in recent days and were crazy.

"Greetings to the sect leader!"

"Greetings to the sect leader!"

The disciples looked at the new sect leader.

At that time, many of them were turning on the Shu umbrella, looking at the man who was not at a high level, but was extremely responsible, and was the first to intercept the man in front of Tushita Gong Kitaze.

Before life and death, he said to Yun Yan, "You are a disciple of my sect."

Then he said, "I punish you for copying the rules three hundred times."

After that, Yun Yan almost vomited when she copied it, but she was happy.

Although his strength is not enough, he came to the sect with the token of the head sect and was a legitimate sect leader.

Although he had never taken action in the battle before Bai Lian, he had already calmed down.

"Greetings to the sect leader!"

"Greetings to the sect leader!"

The disciples of Qinglian Sect looked at the man who was lazy sitting on the stone chair with fiery eyes.

However, at this moment, an extremely inconsistent voice came.

"As the sect leader, two elders died in the sect. You still don't care about it. It's really laughable."

The disciples heard the sound and looked at the hall gate.

But I saw a yellow-robed Taoist with a silver hairpin worn through a long bun, from a distance to a distance, and every step I took was extremely far away.

His voice seemed to be as fast as he was.

Hearing his voice and seeing his people.

This is obviously a technique of shrinking the ground to form an inch, and it has been greatly improved.

"Elder Sun."

The disciple who recognized the person said respectfully.

This yellow-robed Taoist is one of the other three elders traveling abroad in the Pure Land Qinglian Sect. When he received the letter, he handled the matter and returned. He only arrived today.

As for the other two elders, they refused to return, after all, they all knew about the three catastrophes in the sect.

Why come back to see a sect leader who is destined to die?

But the warm voices of the disciples made him feel ridiculous. He looked up at the man sitting in the sect leader's position and sneered: "If you are the sect leader, you should solve the disaster of this flesh and blood gate! Otherwise, why should you let everyone obey your orders?"

The yellow-robed Taoist was actually urging Xia Guang to seek death. After all, the other people avoided this flesh-and-blood door and were afraid that the person who should respond to the disaster would be so he would commit suicide.

Xia Guang looked at the yellow-robed Taoist in the audience and said nothing.

That night.

In the space of the gate of flesh and blood.

The huge flesh and blood were squirming wildly, and I didn't know where to output it madly.

Cha Mi's eyes flashed with a strange luster, and the luster projected outwards of the door, and an illusion appeared.

The two existed incredibly cooperated.

After all, they are now full of prosperity and prosperity. Only by swallowing more flesh and blood can they have a chance to break through and no longer fear the way of heaven outside the door.

Suddenly, Cha Mi felt her head be touched.

The red cat exploded: "Dijiang, why did you touch my head!

I remember I told you many times, you can't touch me, you can't!

Do you know?

I am the great tea mida”

Suddenly, Cha Mimao's eyes turned around and saw the man squatting on Di Jiang. The cat's expression froze, as if he had seen a ghost, and then softly shouted: "Meow"

The person who came was naturally Xia Guang.

The new sect leader of the Pure Land Qinglian Sect touched the cat's head, grabbed the cat's flippers, and rubbed its hair again. It was quite warm, "It's nothing, it's just a visit, and then ask you to do the next little favor."

Visiting each other?!?

Cha Mi was stunned, and it immediately split, "Meow?"

"Ah, it's just a little busy, don't be nervous. You are all kind little animals, I guess you won't reject me, right?"

The lazy man smiled.
Chapter completed!