Zhou Ziling pointed at the bearded man and smiled, "Bang!"

"Bang!" A muffled sound came from the bearded man's body, and blood stasis flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Zhou Ziling sneered: "Goodbye, in the next life, let's be enemies with me again!"

"Bang! Boom!" The bearded man suddenly exploded and his body was blown into pieces of minced meat, scattering everywhere.

"Hu!" Zhou Ziling breathed a long sigh, adjusted his exhalation, his teeth contracted, his pupils returned to normal, and his body had recovered.

He ignored the Nascent Soul who slipped out of the corpse of the beard...

"Master!" Diewu landed quickly and asked anxiously: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay!" Zhou Ziling was almost crying when he saw Die Wu. Zhou Ziling was a little moved. The little girl was quite concerned about him. After sensing it, no one came to chase him. The fat man looked at Qiyun Fairy Mountain. Although his eyes were fierce, there was no sign of taking action.

It’s not that the fat man didn’t want to do anything, but that Zhou Ziling is now full of spirit and is immune to his Lihuo. He really feels that he is not sure to defeat Zhou Ziling, and he might even lose his life, so he simply watches the wall.

He pinched Diewu's nose and smiled, "How is it? Have you found someone?"

"No!" Die Wu pouted and complained, "I don't know what's going on, but I can't sense it anyway."

"It's okay!" Zhou Ziling smiled bitterly. In fact, he had no hope, but he hoped that at least they could find their bodies and at least he could bury them. Now, he didn't even know where they were in this Baili Ice Field.

Putting the bodies of Wang Zhenren and Qing Lianzi on the ice, Zhou Ziling bowed and said slowly: "Feng Ling, Bing Yu, Lan Xin, Linglong, don't worry, I will definitely destroy the Sanmao Sect and Qiyun Fairy Mountain. Sorry, following me, I have not lived a stable life for a day, I am incompetent.

"Master, you have revenge. Master Wang ruined you, but evil will be revenge. I hope you can bless your disciples in the nine fountains and let them overcome all obstacles.

"Bai Yunzi, pause your head!"

One month later, Jinling City.

These days, Zhou Ziling took Butterfly and Wuwu to fly around most of the Wu Yue Kingdom, but there was still no news about Feng Ling and the others. Over time, he became convinced that Feng Ling and the other two were indeed dead, and their bodies were gone, so he could not even sense a little breath.

But he was still obsessed with this in his mind, and he kept holding hope, hoping that he could suddenly find them.

Die Wu was confused and knew that finding Bingyu and the other four was what Zhou Ziling expected, so she followed without hesitation and tried her best to help, without caring about the dangers along the way.

The Wu Yue Kingdom was in chaos. Miss Lin's father, the Southwest King, rebelled on the grounds that the emperor murdered Miss Lin. Now he occupied half of the country. Because the territory of the Southwest King and the royal capital were separated by the frozen Qiyun Mountain, it was difficult for the emperor to send troops to conquer. Similarly, the Southwest King could not enter Jinling City.

The troops of both sides were in a stalemate, but they both hoped to destroy each other in one fell swoop. Although they could also cross the mountains in the south, the south was mountainous, which was really time-consuming and labor-intensive.

The most important thing is that the balance between the three major sects has not been broken.

Although the old emperor was old, he still tied the three major sects to himself, wandered among the three forces, and ensured his imperial power to be stable.

The Sanmao Sect naturally hoped that the emperor would stand aside with them, but the old emperor's attitude was very ambiguous. But Putuo Mountain has not found a backer yet, and the court even tended to destroy Buddhism.

After careful analysis, Zhou Ziling determined that the strongest sense of crisis among the three major sects should be Putuo Mountain. Although the old emperor had an ambiguous attitude, there was obviously no possibility that Buddhism would become a state religion. Once he lost in this battle, it was unknown whether Buddhism was leveled.

However, Buddhism is full of stubborn people. They abide by their own precepts and it is difficult to convince them. Moreover, Zhou Ziling didn’t know how many Nascent Soul cultivators were in Putuo Mountain. This is what determines the result.

The news he received before was that Putuo Mountain and Qiyun Fairy Mountain joined forces to kill the Sanmao Sect, but now, the situation seems to be that the Sanmao Sect and Putuo Mountain are going to join forces to kill the Qiyun Fairy Mountain.

It seems that no one intends to kill Putuo Mountain. It is the target of unity, regardless of whether the partners are the Sanmao Sect or Qiyun Fairy Mountain. This is probably the reason why Putuo Mountain is still not anxious or slow.

But Zhou Ziling didn't want to wait anymore, and he didn't plan to wait. He wanted to trigger the war between the three major sects as soon as possible. No matter what the result was, as long as the death of the Nascent Soul stage was almost the same, the fisherman could benefit.

After thinking about it, I felt like my head was hit. Diewu blinked her cute big eyes and looked at it.

Zhou Ziling sighed and asked, "There is nothing to do. It seems that he can only start with the Sanmao faction. As long as the Sanmao faction raises trouble, this battle will be fought!"

Didi Wu didn't know anything, and she knew that she could look at Zhou Ziling for a while and then a sentence came out: "As long as the master is safe and sound!"

"Go to sleep!" Zhou Ziling put away his thoughts and got up to go to bed. Seeing Diewu still moving, he said strangely: "Why don't you go back to your room?"

Diewu blinked her eyes and said innocently: "I want to sleep with my master!"

"Then you're dead!" Zhou Ziling slapped his forehead, feeling that he had caused another big trouble, and said sternly: "Go back to your room to sleep, be obedient."

Diewu pouted in dissatisfaction and walked out unhappily. Zhou Ziling breathed a sigh of relief and lay on the bed, and fell asleep soon after.

Suddenly, Butterfly Wu turned into a rainbow and sneaked into Zhou Ziling's room again. Seeing Zhou Ziling sleeping, she tiptoed to the edge of the bed, and then drilled into the quilt with lightning speed and leaned against Zhou Ziling's arms. Then she immediately closed her eyes and quickly breathed evenly, as if she was asleep.

Zhou Ziling glanced at the little girl, shook her head, then closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

The next day, Butterfly got out of bed excitedly early in the morning and started to dance around. He began to dress up.

Zhou Ziling said without raising her head, "If you dare to disturb me from sleep again, I will suck your ass. Quiet!"

Die Wu immediately covered her mouth and blinked her eyes at Zhou Ziling. She waited until Zhou Ziling ignored her and left the room secretly.

At noon, Zhou Ziling finally woke up. Diewu asked strangely: "Master, why did you sleep so late!"

"I didn't sleep last night!" Zhou Ziling cursed: "If you sneak into my bed again, I will kick you out."

"Why?" Diewu tilted her head and asked curiously: "But I sleep very soundly, why can't my master fall asleep?"

"It's very simple!" Zhou Ziling said angrily: "I'm afraid I can't control it! I'm not allowed to enter my bed next time! Do you understand?"

"But..." Diewu muttered: "I can't sleep alone!"

"I'll give you a rag doll!" Zhou Ziling immediately drew a talisman and handed it to Diewu, saying in a very firm tone: "When you go to bed, you will stick this talisman on your forehead and you will be able to sleep."

Diewu looked at the talisman, pouted, raised her hand and put it on her forehead. In an instant, an illusion of the naked Zhou Ziling appeared.

Zhou Ziling almost spit out all the food in his mouth, and immediately stretched out his hand to pull off the talisman, cursing: "What are you pretending to be in your mind? What mess? Is there mine..."

"I don't know!" Die Wu looked aggrieved, tears fell down her face, and she cried: "I just remembered the appearance of my master. I just wanted to sleep with my master. I..."

"Stop!" Zhou Ziling said impatiently: "I'll think of another way. Anyway, you can't sleep with me, and you can't come up with a ** holding me. Little girl, please pay attention to your image."

"Swoosh!" As he was speaking, a dart shot towards Zhou Ziling's face. Zhou Ziling didn't raise his head, and the dart automatically stopped in the air. Then the note inserted on it flew out by itself and opened it for Zhou Ziling to see.

Zhou Ziling smiled strangely and said to Diewu: "You are waiting here. I'll go out!"

After saying that, the note was burned to ashes. Zhou Ziling quickly left, Diewu was still sulking and sat without a sound.

When she arrived at a remote old house in Jinling City, Miss Lin was already waiting. She was wearing military uniform and looked capable and powerful, with no makeup on her face, and a serious expression, with a unique charm.

As soon as Zhou Ziling landed, he smiled and said, "Miss Lin, what's the matter with me?"

"Look at the sword!" Miss Lin was still used to taking action first, then talking, and drew the sword and stabbed Zhou Ziling. Zhou Ziling accompanied her for a few moves. After ten moves, Miss Lin put the sword on Zhou Ziling's neck as she wished.

Zhou Ziling asked with a smile: "If you don't help your father in war, you will run to Jinling City. If you are caught by the emperor, you will be a hostage. It will not be a good thing for your father!"

"You don't have to worry about this!" Miss Lin's tone was very different from before, and she said in a stern voice: "I'm here to negotiate with you!"

"Negotiation?" Although Zhou Ziling was surprised by Miss Lin's tone and felt that her change had been too great, Zhou Ziling really couldn't think of the negotiations she mentioned, and there was anything good for them to negotiate!

Miss Lin said in a stern voice: "It's very simple. If you want to deal with Qiyun Fairy Mountain, we have to deal with it too. As long as you help us march into Jinling City, after the matter is completed, we will naturally help you destroy Qiyun Fairy Mountain!"

"It's a big joke!" Zhou Ziling smiled and said, "Have you seen the war between immortal cultivators. Have you seen the Baili Ice Field below Qiyun Fairy Mountain? That's caused by the battle of the Nascent Soul cultivators! It's very simple. The single combat ability of the Nascent Soul cultivators is enough to level the entire Wu Yue Kingdom in one day."

"But they dare not kill the emperor!" Miss Lin seemed confident and said with great confidence: "As long as my father becomes the emperor, at that time, which sect you want to get rid of, we can destroy all the believers and temples of that sect."

"This method is good!" Zhou Ziling smiled slightly and asked again: "The problem is, what if it fails? I mean, what if Qiyunxian Mountain is not killed? The Sanmao Sect and Putuo Mountain are not jealous!"

Miss Lin sneered: "It's very simple. As long as we can enter Jinling City, the three major sects will inevitably fight each other. What's more, the old emperor can't live next month. As long as the old emperor dies, the new emperor ascends the throne, naturally, the sects will fight. You need someone to light the fire for you. And my father can light the fire!"

Zhou Ziling frowned, and suddenly hesitated again. Miss Lin's personality changed too quickly. Although this was not a key thing, Zhou Ziling became more worried when he thought of the experiments of the Ghost Sect.

Miss Lin urged: "How is it? Let's get the deal?"

"make a deal!"
Chapter completed!