Bai Miaoyin pointed at Yuan Jing, somewhat puzzled: "Xiao Changsheng, what's going on with him?"
She was horrified when she thought about it. Could it be that even the current Saint Lord of Yao Chi was He Changsheng's man?
Has the other party, having made arrangements early on, already reached this point?
He Changsheng explained briefly: "You can understand it as the real Yao Chi Saint Lord is dead, and what you see now is actually an imposter who was replaced by one of our own people."
Bai Miaoyin's eyes lit up and she said, "In this way, our next journey to the Holy Land will be easy."
The holy land is of great importance and is guarded by guards all year round. I heard that there are other means of protection as well.
He Changsheng waved his hand: "Before that, I have another thing to do."
He then turned his gaze towards Yuan Jing and said, "Tell your men to summon the Black and White Sword."
Of course He Changsheng would not forget this incident, and he had even been looking forward to it for a long time.
Although the damned Black and White Sword had no chance of targeting him in reality, in several simulations, what the opponent did to him was no worse than what the Dragon King did.
They happened to meet several times, and the other party always killed him with such a crude excuse as just disliking him.
It's simply a psychological distortion and a cancer of the world.
How could he not avenge this grudge!
And today he not only wants revenge, he also wants to kill someone's heart.
About an incense stick's time later, the Black and White Sword received the message and rushed over immediately.
When summoned by the Holy Lord, they dared not slack off at all.
This time, He Changsheng did not hide his figure. He sat directly on the main seat, waiting for the arrival of the black and white sword.
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