True loneliness is never loneliness, but wherever you look, no one is on the same road.

Tang Luo suddenly felt a little bored, and then laughed at himself again.

If Xihe Holy Land has the universe in mind, then he is really redundant now.

After adjusting his mindset, Tang Luo divided his attention to the dispute between the two top figures in Xihe.

After discovering that external conditions could no longer convince the other party, the two of them became intense, and they began to attack each other's shortcomings, and even began to question each other's words.

"The birth of Lingxiao Sect is withered, and it is ultimately on the Tao. How can practitioners control sentient beings if they don't enter the world? In the end, they are accompanied by Bai Xue from Gushan. How can they ask if there is such a place now? Even the most closed Wu Sheng Mountain has a mess in Kunwu County. Does the leader of Ji Shang still see the disadvantages of his sect?"

The words of the Zixiao God Lord were not polite and directly hit the pain point of Lingxiao Sect.

After looking at the other party deeply, Ji Shang sneered: "Although the snow-capped mountains are cold and bitter, they are lonely and immortal for thousands of years. The achievements accumulated on lies are just like towers in the sky and trees without roots. On the day when they are exposed, even a tower of thousands of feet will collapse to the end, and the abyss will never be restored."

Such a response has actually exceeded Ji Shang's identity limit, especially when the Zixiao God is still in control of the thirty-one Void Temples, no matter who sees such a provocation, it is a self-inflicted effort.

Did Ji Shang really lose his mind?

Of course not, but he just wanted to respond like this. This was not only because of the hatred between Han and An, but more importantly, Han disciples and foreign sects looked down on the missionary methods of the Divine Court from the bottom of their hearts.

Not only Lingxiao Sect, but almost all sects in the foreign continent think this way. Ji Shang just said something that no one in the world dared to say. If the Lord Zixiao dared to attack this, he would be truly deceived.

People in the world hate lies and hate lies to be prevalent, but what they hate the most is that they are clearly lies, but they are under the banner of justice and truth.

The intrigues and gossip in the foreign continents are manifestations of dissatisfaction with the Divine Court. However, there is still a channel to express ridicule, so the contradictions are not so sharp.

But if the Zixiao God Lord dares to make things difficult for Ji Shang's few words today, then he would be a warning to the world to seal the mouths of the people.

Doing so will truly push the Divine Court to the opposite of various sects of Siha.

After all, no one wants to live in the same holy place where he is domineering and powerful, and likes to refer to deer as a horse.

Ji Shang's seemingly impulsive expression is actually setting up a plan for the Zixiao God Lord.

What he expected was that the Zixiao God Lord revitalized the mysterious thunder of the Nine Sky, gathered the power of thirty-one temples, and smashed it hard at him.

Let this sect see the domineering power of the Divine Court!

Ji Shang, who was disdainful and sneered, had a smile of expectation in his eyes.

But the Zixiao God disappointed him. When the old god of An heard Ji Shang's ridicule, he not only did not get angry, but even laughed.

It is like using up the share of laughter for a hundred years in one day. If ordinary people laugh like this, their hearts will be broken. But the God is the God after all. When he is overjoyed, the heaven and earth can only laugh with him.

The sky changes, the clouds roll, and feel the transcendence in the king's heart. Even the vitality in the world becomes lively, and the clouds that soar into the sky begin to shake blurly, like shaking waists.

After laughing for a half-quarter of an hour, the Zixiao God Lord stopped laughing wildly, leaned forward, pressed his elbow to the armrest of the Thunder God's throne, half-covered his mouth with his palm, and said with a smile: "Sect Master Lingxiao said it well, don't wait for the lie Qionglou to overturn on its own. Why not just let you expose it?"

Ji Shang was a little disappointed when the Zixiao God King didn't take action, but the other party's response made him a little interested: "What does the God King mean?"

"Sect Master Ji can use all his skills to expose my lies in Bazhou. If the believers turn against each other, the Sect Master will win."

After the Zixiao God Lord looked at Tang Luo with a smile, he said leisurely: "If the sect leader wins, then the Divine Court will naturally have no face to compete with the sect leader for the dean."

"Ha, if the bet is so simple, I really have to thank the God."

Ji Shang looked at the fearless look of the Zixiao God Lord, and was so angry that he felt itchy, and said coldly.

"Sect Master Ji, don't be polite. I also want to see the building collapsed."

As the Lord Zixiao said, he couldn't stop smiling anymore, and the happiness was about to appear from his fingers: "Has the Sect Master visited Zhongzhou, have he traveled to Bazhou?"

"Bazhou Plain, the pasture scenery is unique."

Although he disdained the actions of the Divine Court, Ji Shang still recognized the level of governance of the temple and gave a pertinent evaluation.

"Since Sect Master Ji has seen the ranch, have he seen Chongxiao in the south? He should be the most devout believer in Bazhou. If the Sect Master can make him betray his faith without hurting his body and life, even if the Sect Master wins, what if the Sect Master wins?"

The Lord Zixiao ignored it

The other party's praise was directly drawn.

"Oh, devout believer?"

Ji Shang's disdain on his face could not be covered even with a mask: "He was concealed by the grace of God, and obtained the herds' rights in the southern plains, and became a wealthy. He had thousands of herdsmen, raising servants, over a hundred servants, and dozens of wives and concubines. Because he donated every year, he had more and more things to do, so he was pious. If he took away all his things, do you see if he hated them!"

Seeing Ji Shang's confident appearance, the Zixiao God just smiled.

"Are the dean interested in watching this little game?"

"Um..."

Tang Luo looked up at Taiyin, calculated with his fingers, and smiled and said, "It's not too hurrying, it's okay to see!"

...

On the southern plains of Bazhou, there is the wealthy shepherd Chongxiao.

He is the most devout believer in Bazhou, so he is favored by God and his wealth is increasing day by day.

Legend has it that when the morning light shines on the earth, his herders will drive cattle and sheep into the pastures and look from a distance from a high place, like clouds and mists spread on the ground.

When he releases the slaughtered cattle and horses to drink water, the riverbed can dry up.

He has dozens of beautiful wives like fairies and dozens of lovely children. His eldest son has been cultivated by the temple and will become a warrior in the temple in the future.

Although Chongxiao was rich, he never showed off his own good. He told his children a long time ago that what he has now is given by the sacred, and they are just keeping it for the sacred for the sacred. Therefore, every year, they have to hand over the balance beyond their expenses to the temple, and be dominated by the sacred agents.

Many people laughed at the fact that they would one day lose their destruction, but Chongxiao's wealth has increased day by day for more than ten years, and now he has become the largest shepherd in the south.
Chapter completed!