My brother is so stable

Work and rest.

Although he is approaching the critical moment of life and death step by step, he is still somewhat sure.

At this time, the [-]% refers to the chance of winning, not the probability of survival.

If the latter hadn't reached [-]% first, Li Changshou would not have given much thought to cutting down the sky.

No matter what you want to achieve, you must first ensure that you are alive. This is the essence of Wenjiao.

……

嗡

The sound of mosquitoes floated across the Lingshan Mountain, which lost most of its peak, and Wen Jing appeared in front of a cave mansion covered with layers of light on the mountainside.

Looking at the Taoist Wenjing at this time, the red dress on his body was mixed with gold thread, and his already pretty face was now more holy because of the golden spot on his forehead.

She raised her hand and gently shook her thin wide sleeves. In front of the cave, the two primordial ferocious beasts in human form immediately moved forward to salute.

"Commander, you are back..."

"What are you calling the commander! Call the first deputy leader!"

Wen Jing frowned slightly, glanced at the two figures, snorted softly, and walked in slowly.

"Have you done what you have been told?"

"It's done, it's done," the two fierce beast masters replied respectfully, flattery was written on the left face, and flattery was written on the right face.

Wen Jing nodded and said calmly:

"Go back to your own cave and practice, I will record the credit for you.

Remember, our Western religion is now in a dormant time. Except for the things I entrusted to you, don't do more, don't hurt half a mortal.

When the time comes, our Western religion has its own opportunity to rise. "

The two ferocious beasts clasped their hands together and said in unison, "Reincarnation of Heaven, Daxing the West!"

"Go."

"Yes!"

The two fierce beasts turned into streams of light and quickly disappeared at the foot of Lingshan Mountain. Taoist Wenjing snorted softly and stepped into the cave gate.

After closing the large formations, Taoist Wenjing could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

With a casual move, the thin skirt on her body flew towards the hanger, and while the air was inattentive, she had already entered the pool of the spiritual spring, lying comfortably in the water.

Mosquito habits, mosquito habits.

"Ugh……"

Really, I am only one obstacle away from being the top leader of the Western religion to guide the saint!

Did Lord Xingjun forget her?

Whether she went to Sea God Temple less often, or because her waist is not thin enough, could it be that she was destined to be abandoned by the second concubine when she chose the first concubine back then.

At least tell her what to do!

Even if it is to sneak attack the saint, it should give yourself a certainty, right?

In the past, Wen Jing felt that her task was to inform Lord Sea God;

In the end, Master Seagod gave her a lesson, implying that she had more important tasks.

Wen Jing felt very excited. Apart from taking refuge in Renjiao and hugging the toes of the strongest sage in the world, she also felt a sense of pride that "someone finally has the eyes to recognize talents".

Later, Wen Jing felt that her task should be to backstab a disciple of the Western Sect at a critical moment;

As a result, the Western Sect became limped after being fooled by the God of Water. First, the gates of the mountain were smashed several times, breaking the myth of the saint’s skin, and then it was cut off by the Immortals to directly destroy half of the Western Sect, leaving only ruins, old and weak sick and disabled.

Wen Jing felt very panic at that time, because the only task left for him was to attack the saint at a critical moment.

But now, the saints are all dead!

What on earth does the People's Education want her, Her Majesty Queen, to do!

Could it be that...

【'Chang Geng, install a dark chess game in the West, and use it at critical moments. '

'Yes, teacher, what is the specific critical moment to use it? '

'That's when it's critical. ']

“噗，咳，咳咳！”

Taoist Wenjing held his chest and coughed.

Can you give me a treat!

Finish your work early and run for your life, go to your concubine, and ask shyly:

'Brother Xuandu, I, did I come at the wrong time. '

Then wait for that sentence: 'How could it be?You came just in time. '

"Hehe," Taoist Wenjing turned over and sat in the pool, squinting and laughing nonstop.

However, she really should consider what mission she was given by Master Xingjun in the beginning.

Wen Jing had a vague premonition that she was not just an important part of a certain event, Lord Xingjun had been hiding her pawn all the time, and it was very likely that she had a more terrifying plan than killing the saint.

Even, it may be, is... is...

Forget it, I can't figure it out, this is beyond the scope of her cognition.

Instead of thinking like this, it is better to ask Mr. Xingjun.

The beheading of the two saints of the Western Sect made Lingshan, which was already gloomy, extremely mournful.

Lingshan disciples are not even willing to go out of their place of practice. Some of the masters who have escaped from the Three Thousand Worlds have already excused themselves to go out for training and are not planning to come back.

Lingshan, which was originally the fourth largest religion in the world, is now... still the fourth largest religion in the world.

But it's not what it used to be.