It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

"Arrogant! Qiu Zhenghao, do you really think there is no one left in the Xuanmen? We at the Yunyang Taoist Temple are willing to provide a peach blossom drum and one hundred light body talismans!"

When they heard that the last item to be auctioned was a spiritual sword, all the major sects present were tempted.

Most sects knew that they would never get this magic sword, so they were only excited for a moment at the beginning. But when the Supreme Taoist Temple started to offer prices, everyone calmed down.

As expected, the Yunyang Taoist Temple was in conflict with the Taishang Taoist Temple again, while the other sects seemed to be used to it.

"This peach blossom drum is said to have the effect of weakening attacks. I remember that this drum does not seem to be from our Taoist sect." An experienced old man stroked his beard while explaining the situation to other sects.

"This name sounds like one that a woman would use, Master Jingyue, is this a thing from your sect?" Some curious people started asking Master Jingyue, the abbot of Qifeng Temple, one of the ten great Taoist temples, on the spot.

Nun Jingyue was not angry either. She just shook her head and said, "This Peach Blossom Drum is a sacred object of the Peach Blossom Sect."

As soon as Master Jingyue said this, everyone had different expressions.

The entire Peach Blossom Sect is made up of women, well, some women who are not accepted by the secular world.

It is said that their leader was driven out of her husband's family because she had no children for many years, and her family members in her own family disliked her for bringing shame to the family and were unwilling to accept her.

It is unknown what kind of adventure this woman had later on, but at the age of 25 she mastered a set of strange witchcraft techniques.

Afterwards, the Peach Blossom Sect was established, which specifically took in women with unfortunate life experiences, so most of the members of their sect were abandoned women, abandoned babies, the disabled and other desperate people.

Because the sect accepted members in an unconventional way, they actually made a name for themselves!

Their followers were almost all over the southwest, and their influence extended to all walks of life. They almost dominated the southwest, but it was not until they spread to the Central Plains that they were collectively suppressed by all major forces.

Their followers all wear colorful clothes and wear the iconic peach blossom drum and gu flute around their waists.

"The Peach Blossom Sect was wiped out more than three hundred years ago. I didn't expect to see the Peach Blossom Drum belonging to this sect today." Someone sighed.

Hearing this, Song Tang cast a puzzled look at Zhang Zhiqi.

Only some old sects knew about the civil war that happened more than three hundred years ago.

Zhang Zhiqi understood and quickly explained in a low voice: "This is the current leader of the corpse-driving people, Leader Ma. Do you see that he is carrying a coffin on his back?"

It turns out this is the corpse driver Mingxin mentioned!

As expected, the man was carrying a dark golden coffin on his back, which was not much shorter than that of an adult man.

Song Tang withdrew his gaze and nodded at Zhang Zhiqi.

"The coffins of other people in their sect are all black, but the sect leader uses a dark gold one, which is easy to distinguish." Zhang Zhiqi sighed, "When the Xuan Sect fought a civil war, all the corpse-driving masters came out, but they were the last to leave. After the war, the corpse-driving masters who participated in the war... only left this coffin that has been passed down for hundreds of years."

"Later, they learned that the other sects did not send out all their experts as agreed upon, but secretly kept a backup plan. The lineage of corpse-drivers was cut off, and all the elders and experts of the sect were lost."

"The new leader who was temporarily promoted was only sixteen years old. He scolded all the sects and said he was "ashamed to be associated with them". He led all the corpse drivers and left the Central Plains directly, and came to the then very poor Western Province, which is now the Western Province."

No wonder Mingxin said that many sects wanted to remove the corpse driver, but nothing happened in the end. It turned out that they owed him such a big favor.

"Hmph." Song Tang snorted coldly, and his dissatisfaction with the entire Xuanmen reached a new level.

But the young leader of the corpse-driving group back then was truly a wonderful person!

He may not be unaware that if they stayed, other sects would definitely take better care of their sect because they owed them favors. But favors are something that will be used up as time goes by, so how long can they last?

So he decisively took the opportunity to evacuate with the rest of the people. On the one hand, he could keep this great favor for future use, and on the other hand, he knew that their sect was now at a disadvantage.

There is no one in the sect who can establish a new household. If they continue to stay in the Central Plains, they will undoubtedly be a big piece of fat meat in the eyes of many sects.

Once any accident happens, they will have no power to resist and can only be bullied.

Would he then blame other sects for being late in coming to rescue him? Instead of doing that, he might as well just run to a remote place, stay there and develop well, and wait for the opportunity to return to the Central Plains.

When Song Tang was thinking, another voice sounded. This voice...

"Amitabha, my Brahma Temple is willing to provide you with a pestle to subdue demons." Huici walked out of the room, stood at the guardrail, and made an offer with a smile.

He even took the time to say hello to Song Tang over there, and Song Tang nodded in acknowledgement.

She raised an eyebrow, not expecting to run into someone she knew.

As soon as Huici spoke, everyone noticed that there were also people from the Buddhist sect coming today.

In the past, even though there were many different items on auction, most of them had nothing to do with Buddhism. In addition, Buddhist disciples are quiet by nature and do not like to compete with others, so they have never been interested in participating.

"Even the Buddhists are here. It seems that this spiritual sword is really a hot commodity." The man who spoke had a big beard. He was not tall, about 1.7 meters, but he looked exceptionally strong.

On his back he carried a black flag with a red border, with the word "Yin" written on it.

"This is a ghost walker, Hu Guang." Zhang Zhiqi and Song Tang stood side by side so that they could give her general knowledge at any time. Now they both stood in front of the guardrail.

Song Tang nodded. Hu Guang had a special physique. He was born with the ability to leave his body and his soul was very strong. No wonder he could be a ghost walker.

“Hahaha, this is really making me die of laughter!” Qiu Zhenghao from the Taishang Taoist Temple carried a sword on his back and pointed at the Yunyang Taoist Temple across from him with an exaggerated laugh, “You Yunyang Taoist Temple are really adaptable. Not only can you become an internet celebrity and flatter your fans, but you can also pick up trash. Now you can even pick up women’s things and treasure them. Hahahaha…”

As soon as Qiu Zhenghao said this, he immediately offended all the Kundao and women from other sects present.

"Who is this? Could he have jumped out of a crack in a rock? He keeps saying women's stuff. Why don't you take a good look in the mirror and see if you are also a woman's stuff!"

Yan Fei has a bad temper. When he gets angry, he doesn't even give face to his good brothers, let alone a stranger like Qiu Zhenghao.

He rushed out of the room, pointed at Qiu Zhenghao opposite him, and attacked him directly in the face.

"Where did this ignorant kid come from? He is looking for death!" He saw that Yan Fei and his companions were all young, especially the two old losers from the Taoist sect standing next to them.

Qiu Zhenghao made no effort to conceal his contempt. He drew the sword from his back and flew over with a whoosh.

Yan Fei had never seen such a scene before. He saw a silver light appear in front of him in the blink of an eye, and his face turned pale with fright.