My Seven Sisters Are Stunningly Beautiful (The Return of the Gods)

"The Situ family? I, Lu Yun, will pay you a visit soon!"

It’s not for the Prajna Pagoda, but because Pinglu is still in the pagoda.

But before that, he had something more important to do - return to the land of west wind, Deng Tuzi's back garden!

As for the encounter with the Lord of the upper realm, Lu Yun did not intend to tell Sheng Xue.

To prevent her from being sad.

Although the actions of the Lord of the Upper Realm are admirable, Sheng Xue, his daughter, has to suffer another kind of pain.

This is what Lu Yun doesn't want to see. In this case, why not let the journey of search continue!

He glanced at Miao Renfeng beside him and said, "From now on, you will be in charge of the Beihan Empire!"

There was a hint of clarity in Miao Renfeng's eyes. It was Lu Yun who had diluted the imprint on his soul, allowing Miao Renfeng to have more awareness of his own. However, he was still absolutely loyal to him.

"Yes! Master!"

"Don't let me down!" Lu Yun patted Miao Renfeng on the shoulder and disappeared into the night.

Of course, before leaving, Lu Yun took away all the storage rings from the three major families.

After all, these three people are the three major families in the capital of the Beihan Empire, so they should have some treasures in their hands.

After devouring Han Bing's soul, he spoke faintly: "Brother! Look! I found this accidentally when I was searching Han Bing's memory!"

Before he finished speaking, a piece of Han Bing's memory was transmitted to Lu Yun's spiritual consciousness.

This scene happened before the Ice Crystal Palace disappeared. A man with a very charming appearance found Han Bing. The reason why he was called charming was that the man's appearance did not look like the facial features that a human should have. Putting them together made it even more unlike anything else. However, the two words "Situ" embroidered on his clothes had already revealed his identity.

"Have you memorized this formula?"

"Remember! What is this for?" Han Bing asked curiously.

"It's just a trick to erase my memory! Just do what I tell you to do! If there are fewer people, you will be included!"

The charming man from the Situ family bewitched.

His voice seemed to have magical power. Han Bing, who was originally hesitant, immediately became a different person and agreed immediately.

And then, this influence ended.

"What on earth does this Situ family do? How come I have never heard of it?"

"The Situ family and the Zhuge family that I met not long ago are both old families that have been passed down from ancient times. At their peak, a family was comparable to an empire!"

Erha explained: "As for the Situ family, they are best at the law of time. For some reason, as long as they have the blood of the Situ family, they will definitely master the law of time or the derivative laws of time when they reach adulthood! It's like some kind of inheritance!"

"And the Zhuge family, they are the ones who have refined their divine machine a hundred times, observing the sky and predicting the future, expanding the past and present, and proving the heaven and earth!"

"However, the emergence of these two families also proves one thing - the day of disaster is coming! Even these ancient families can't sit still!"

"No matter what they want to do, as long as they don't provoke me, let them do as they please. If they are blind, then cutting off the inheritance should be a good choice for them!"

With a gloomy expression, Lu Yun tore open the space in front of him and went straight in. His target was the Land of West Wind.

Not far from where Lu Yun disappeared, a hooded man was standing quietly in the shadows.

"Did you see his appearance clearly? Remember it well! He is the enemy who murdered your father!"

The hooded young man beside him nodded twice...

Zhongzhou Island, inside the Zhengyang Temple.

The hall master was sitting on a high seat with a gloomy face, and the elders and deacons below were in chaos.

This time, the radicals and conservatives were unprecedentedly united and were determined to mobilize the entire temple to attack the body of the god and demon and avenge the two elders, Fire Baboon and Fire Ape.

But without the Fire Baboon and Fire Ape leading them, the conservatives and radicals were like two scattered groups. How could the Palace Master still let them control them?

"Everyone, be quiet! I know you are filled with righteous indignation, but the successive loss of so many high-end combat forces is also a big blow to our palace!"

"Palace Master! Can we just let the death of the Great Elder go?"

"That's right! Can't the Second Elder and others die in vain?"

The audience was in chaos again.

"Shut up, all of you! Listen to what I have to say! Elders, I will certainly avenge my disciple! But there is no rush..."

The master of Zhengyang Temple began her delaying tactic.

I have said a lot, both emotionally and rationally, but it can be summed up in one sentence: revenge must be taken, but not now! As for when, it is yet to be determined!

Neither the conservatives nor the radicals were satisfied with the result, but there was nothing they could do.

Without a leader, although they have the same goal, they still have different starting points, and there are many different opinions within the faction. They are all self-destructive, which is almost enough.

It can't achieve the purpose of putting pressure on the Palace Master at all, let alone influence his decision.

This crusade against Lu Yun came to an end.

And this is exactly what the temple of Zhengyang Temple wants to see.

What she needs most now is time. As long as there is enough time, she will be able to gradually divide the radicals and conservatives and form her own forces.

But there are unexpected changes in the weather, and people are prone to misfortunes!

Things go against one's will, which is the normal state of life. The arrival of an uninvited guest directly disrupted the plan of the master of Zhengyang Temple...

Inside Zunpu Temple in Donglai.

Zhikong's eyes lit up as he looked at the scriptures that his two disciples had copied from the Zhengyang Holy Temple.

“So, Buddha can be like this?”

"It seems that the Buddhism we practiced has been crooked from the beginning!"

"Amitabha!"

Zhikong clasped his hands together and coiled them in mid-air, with golden light spreading from the soles of his feet to his eyes and all over his body.

When Wujie saw this scene, he fell to his knees with a thud, wailing, "Master... has passed away!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, he was hit on the head with a slap.

"Minority said! Master has entered a new realm of Buddhism!"

Xuan Wu clasped his hands together and said piously.

"What a shame! If we could get the relics of the first generation Buddha, Master Zhikong would definitely be able to reach a higher level!"

It seemed as if the Heavenly Dao heard Xuan Wu's prayer, and there was a clicking sound.

Wujie, who had just stood up, was knocked to the ground again.

The blow made his head buzz.

"Master! I know I was wrong! There is no need for you to hit me anymore! Ouch... it hurts!"

Wujie touched his bald head and complained.

"The master didn't hit you!"

"No? How is that possible!"

Wujie opened his eyes and saw a relic as big as a fist lying quietly beside his eye.

"The first generation... the first generation Buddha... the relics!!!"