Chapter 708 – The Climbing and Suffering of the Clans’ Patriarchs
Chapter 708 – The Climbing and Suffering of the Sect Heads
“This time it will actually be the secret realm of the Great Luo and the Great Diffusion opening at the same time, encompassing disciples of large and small clans and casual martial artists from tens of thousands of miles away in all directions, not just limited to my Eighteen Clans and Evil Clans!”
“The so-called good and evil are not two sides of the same coin, this matter is truly baffling.”
“In fact, it’s not difficult to understand, after all, the Great Luo and Great Diffusion belong to the same medieval era, six thousand years have not come out, the time is too far away, all of you present have never seen it, who can say what happened back then?”
Xuan Tian Sword Sect.
The sky is as green as a wash, the peaks between the clouds and mist amiably, spirit grass and rare treasures all over the place, especially the Xuan Tian Peak, the other seventeen clans of the clan, the masters and elders of all parties for the wait for the results of the secret realm, the guests are many, the clan for highlighting the way of hospitality and the face of the clan, the disciples will be robed, the supply will be full of circumference, the spirit treasures must be flowery, and even the spirit beasts are also a little more lively than before.
XuanTian hall, each clan head and other dozens of masters sitting, sipping tea and chatting, the tone is relaxed, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find the face of the people hidden anxiety and worry.
Nine days!
In addition to a few days ago, Jiang Yuwei, Li Siwei and other Xuan Tian Sword Sect disciples and a small number of disciples from various sects returned, recounting some of the things within the secret area, giving the crowd some of the bottom, the vast majority of the disciples still do not have half the news, the secret area of the back of the test in the end what is the situation, and there is no way to know.
This time, the secret realm is afraid of the heaven and earth array, the rotation of the law of change, the initiative of the Yinxu realm to the realm of the spirit platform of the elite disciples are all “captured”, frankly speaking, the eighteen sects of the backbone of the force, talented disciples and the hope of the future were all “captured”, once the loss is too great, not to mention Once the loss is too great, not to mention what kind of form Da Luo will return in, the eighteen sects will instantly become third-rate small sects.
Imagine, the whole big clan is only left with a group of old guys with a group of Earth Immortal and below disciples, into what the hell?
Especially outside the heavens and earth has changed greatly, these days the masters are coming out in endless streams, Hun Yuanxu, Celestial Five Failures, Yuanji masters have descended in different forms, that is, the quasi saints also appeared a few.
It is said that there are also saints in the mortal world, the emperor realm sitting in the ancient and ancient holy land!
Although it is only the gossip coming from the outside, it is hard to tell whether it is true or not, but it is enough to make people feel anxious.
Nowadays, the entire heaven and earth are changing endlessly, and Martial Immortal experts are like clouds, while the future of the sect is worrying, and most of the disciples have no news ……
“It is rumored that the forces of the Zijing Holy Land, Taichong Holy Land, Hundred Dawn House, Yellow Springs Sect, and so on, as recorded in the secret codes of the Middle and Ancient Ages, have already appeared ……”
Lingyun Sect Patriarch Li Wuxie stroked his whiskers in boredom, and suddenly said: “Lingtai Realm and Hunyuan Void Realm are already worthless, Daoluo is not coming out, and the eighteen sects are no longer the top forces, this is really heaven and earth as a chess game, and there has never been any change in the situation for thousands of years.”
“I’m afraid that there will be constant strife!”
Haotian Sect Patriarch Shen Wumen did not have half a beard on his round face, like a white middle-aged scholar, and laughed: “However, I feel that danger must coexist with opportunity!”
“Oh?”
Acacia Sacred Sect Patriarch Yun Painting, a pair of danfeng eyes embroidered with eye shadow, cherry lips painted with vermilion, appearing to be a bit feminine as a whole, pulling a strand of hair by her ear, said: “I would like to hear about it!”
Shen Wumen a little bit not to see this person, face uncomfortable, but still said: “You may wish to think differently, this heaven and man five decline, yuan pole, the saint, the emperor descends, heaven and earth change is too big, people’s hearts are afraid, but the corresponding ancient, ancient, ancient treasures, secret method, martial arts aptitude will be endless, this is heaven and earth should be things, if there is a heavenly chosen person, luck is prosperous, I’m afraid that a hundred years will be can rise to fame and fortune, and the martial realm will advance by leaps and bounds, transcending into the saints.”
“This is a reasonable statement!”
Cloud Mist Sea Lord Xuanyuan Linghai, Thunder Sound Temple Abbot Master Sumeru and the others nodded in agreement.
Cloud Painting Yin said in a positive voice: “But the prerequisite is that our own disciples have to come back, or else rely on a bunch of us old guys to go out and make a name for ourselves? These thousands of years of sects are afraid to fall apart, what future is there to pull?”
Shen Wumen’s face was ugly as he angrily said, “Who isn’t anxious? You, Patriarch Yun, are the only one who is worried? Isn’t this idle talk about nothing?”
Yun Painting let out a “humph”: “Is this Patriarch wrong?”
“All of you are right!”
On the main seat, Dao Zhen, who had been silent all along, said: “According to the inheritance of the Great Luo Mysteries, nine is the extreme, today, on the ninth day, I’m afraid that the dust will settle, and that there will be news coming out of the Mysteries.”
A group of patriarchs and elders looked at each other and raised a few spirits, Lingyun patriarch Li Wuhe said: “Dao brother is right, this inheritance test is talent, enlightenment and realm means, my disciples Wu Yingyue and Zhang Jiujing are outstanding and quick-witted, I’m afraid there is a possibility of coming out on top!”
Shen Wumen laughed: “There is no second in martial arts, I would like to send a fight with Patriarch Li, my Haotian Sect disciples Chen Changsheng and Xie Wujiang, are first class geniuses, talent is not worse than your disciples, on the ability and means are first class, I’m afraid that it’s no less than that!”
The Immortal Execution Great Sect Sect advocate Baguio let out a light laugh: “My disciples fly in, one person will be enough!”
“So is my disciple Simon Blowing Rain!” Zong Laoqiu, the always silent Confucian Immortal Pavilion Pavilion Master, stroked his beard and said.
A group of patriarchs did not want to be left behind and expressed their attitudes, even the lower nine patriarchs also interjected a few words.
This martial arts sect, never disliked the poor qualifications of their own disciples, can refer to the Willow Lightning Wind. After saying that, a group of patriarchs looked at Dao Zhen and asked, “I wonder what the patriarch thinks?”
Dao Zhen’s mean face was filled with a compassionate smile as he said, “My disciple Bai Zong, along with Ye Liang, Shen Rongsha, and the others, will never stoop to the level of the others.”
The crowd looked at each other and laughed.
Liu Qingfeng, who was sitting at the lower head of Dao Zhen, glanced at the crowd lightly and said, “My disciple Xin Zhuo alone is enough to tyrannize all of your disciples!”
His words had no other meaning, but simply dislike the faces of a group of patriarchs, my disciple Xin Zhuo has a favor with the eighteen clans, why is no one mentioning it?
The hall was silent.
After a while, cloud painting only softly laughed: “Elder Liu is self-confident, but you should know, your clan Jiang Yuwei, Li Siwei and other juniors said when they returned, the secret territory is about the talent, talent outstanding people enter the best, Xin Zhuo is what talent?”
Xin Zhuo was a mortal body, and all eighteen sects knew this!
In front of many things, mortal bodies would suffer a great loss.
“This is true!”
“We don’t mean to underestimate Little Friend Xin, it’s just that this talent argument, Little Friend Xin is only afraid that it will be very difficult!”
The group of patriarchs looked at each other and smiled.
Liu Lightwind waved his sleeve and said in a cold voice: “And watch!”
Shen Wumen sneered: “It is no harm to watch eight times, brother Liu is really into the devil!”
The words just fell, outside the door suddenly appeared eighty or ninety figures, all scaly, breath disheveled.
It is the Nangong asked the sky, Zhang Jiubing, Helian oat, Hundred Flowers wind rhyme, Su Liuli and so on the disciples of the sects.
This scene, a group of patriarchs had already experienced it when Jiang Yuwei and the others returned, and without hesitation, their figures flashed and arrived outside the hall.
Sweeping around, a group of elders were just about to ask questions, when they realized that Wu Ying Yue, Chen Chang Sheng, Xiao Lu Ban and Bitter Duo were a step slow and appeared as if they were dying from serious injuries, seeing that they had already returned, they had collapsed on the ground and fainted, and their appearance was so miserable that it was worrisome.
In front of the entire hall, the elders of the sects, experts from all sides and a group of juniors returning from the forbidden land looked at each other, speechless for a short time.
Because there were thousands of people when they went, and only such a pitifully small number of people when they returned, the former didn’t know where to ask, and the latter, having experienced countless times of life and death and being slaughtered, still had palpitations in their hearts and were too lazy to speak.
For a while, Dao Zhen stroked his beard and nodded his head and comforted, “It’s good to be back, it’s good to be back!”
The words turned: “Where are the others?”
Nangong Wentian and a group of other disciples, clenched their teeth and clasped their fists and said: “In addition to disciples and others, everyone else died!”
When these words came out, the faces of the group of patriarchs couldn’t help but turn pale and their bodies shook a few times.
All dead?
Were the casualties so heavy?
The Immortal Execution Great Sect Patriarch, Baguio, asked anxiously, “Where is my disciple Feilai?”
No one spoke.
Zhang Baguio angrily said, “I’m asking questions!”
Zhang Jiujing could only say stiffly, “Dead!”
(End of chapter)