After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

Countless monsters want to know who will win in the end and who will be the better one?

This is a battle between the True Dragon Bloodline and the True Phoenix Bloodline! It's a battle of fate!

How novel! I haven't heard of such a thing in the past eight thousand years!

Even the Qingluan clan leader, the former third-grade demon saint Shang Qinqing, commented:

"If I had separated them later, I'm afraid it would have escalated into a physical altercation."

“There might even be blood!”

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PS: Typos will be corrected later.

The number of readers has been decreasing recently, which is normal. After all, every book has its peak traffic.

The peak of traffic has passed, but the peak of the plot of the book Xiao Pujie has not yet arrived.

I'm rolling around begging for charging supplies. It's another day when I want to be rushed by the audience, hehe.

Although the Hanging Temple looks ancient and magnificent, it actually does not look very big from the outside.

Each demon tribe followed a different monk to lead the visitors into this thousand-year-old temple, where they could hear the sound of Zen. Although the temple was large, there were no pilgrims, making it even more peaceful.

In fact, the Hanging Temple is hidden from the world all year round. Except for the arrival of the divine jade from outer space once every sixty years, the temple gate is kept closed all year round.

The guide monk of the water tribe was also wearing a patchwork robe. He was not very old and just led the way quietly in front without saying a word.

"With so many different races living in the temple, won't there be conflicts?"

Li Mo couldn't help but feel curious.

"I think probably, it should be....yes?"

Murong Xiao looked not far away.

"Ok?"

"Brother Li, take a look for yourself."

He looked in the direction of Murong Xiao's finger.

In front of the main hall of the temple, a group of birds and a group of water creatures were confronting each other. Both sides were aggressive and there were many monsters.

"Our peerless Heavenly Dragon has the strength to pull up mountains and the aura to overwhelm the world. If a mere Azure Luan Goddess falls into his hands, he will be in trouble!"

"You are so vulgar and ignorant. When have the birds ever relied on brute force to win? Our goddess is as beautiful as a fleeting reflection, and Wu Mo couldn't even touch a hair of hers. Do you know what hair is? Do you have any?"

"Your demon body is attacking, you are attacking with your demon body, right?"

"If you have the guts, do it. If you hit me, I'll lie down."

"hetui!"

The two sides quarreled fiercely, but after all, the main output player of the bird tribe was a parrot tribe player, who could spray eight fires per second and was very powerful.

What's more terrifying is that he is ready to lie down at any time while provoking others. Who can beat him in a bickering?

The Aqua Tribe couldn't stand it anymore and chose to temporarily replace a Water Arrow Frog player.

Spit back.

The scene was very chaotic for a while.

"..."

Little Li Tianjiao covered his face and quickly pulled Murong Xiao to catch up with the team, fearing that they would be seen by the two gangs of monsters.

Entering the side hall, there is a different world inside, which is a lake nestled between mountains and water.

For a moment, it was unclear whether they were still in the Hanging Temple, or had passed through the door of the side hall and arrived in another place in the nine heavens and ten earths.

Li Mo had never seen such a method in Hengyun Sword City, which shows the strength of the Hanging Temple.

Um....

No wonder the demons from southern Xinjiang didn't dare to attack when they entered the temple.

When they arrived at the wing room beside the water, Wu Qing, Murong Feng and his wife, as well as a familiar old monk were inside, and the monk who had led the way just now walked up to them and paid his respects as a disciple.

"Son, you're here."

"Come and meet Master Hengyuan."

Murong Xiao was stunned.

Li Mo glanced at him and said:

"Master, how are you?"

"Amitabha."

The kind-looking old monk Hengyuan greeted with a smile.

After saying hello, Li Mo said nothing. He had just seen the recent experience of the old monk Hengyuan from the eyes of the God of Destiny.

[After a long journey of investigation, he decided to overcome all difficulties and accepted Murong Xiao as his disciple.]

Sure enough, Wu Qing spoke up, hoping that her son would stay in the Hanging Temple for the time being.

"But I am already a disciple of Qingyuan Sect." Murong Xiao scratched his bald head and looked at Li Mo.

"As long as the elders agree, you can join other sects."

"Um....."

Murong Xiao looked struggling.

Li Mo thought for a moment and said, "After all, the Hanging Temple is in southern Xinjiang, and you can see your parents often."

The Hanging Temple is a wealthy and powerful family, and is a world-famous Zen sect. And to be fair, Brother Murong is more suitable for Buddhist martial arts in terms of his personality.