"This time, the secret realms of Da Luo and Dayan will be opened at the same time, including disciples of large and small sects and casual cultivators tens of thousands of miles away in all directions, not just limited to my eighteen sects and evil sects!"
"The so-called conflict between good and evil is really puzzling."
"In fact, it is not difficult to understand. After all, Daluo and Dayan both belong to the medieval era. They were not born for six thousand years. The time is too far away. None of you here have seen it. Who can tell clearly what happened back then?"
Xuantian Sword Sect.
The sky is as green as a wash, the clouds and mist are gentle between the peaks, and spiritual herbs and rare treasures are everywhere, especially Xuantian Peak. The other seventeen sect leaders, masters and elders from all sides are waiting for the results of the secret realm. There are many guests, and the sects are waiting to be highlighted. The way of guests and the face of the sect, the disciples must have neat robes, the supplies must be complete and thoughtful, the spiritual treasures must be decorated with flowers, and even the spiritual beasts must be more lively than before.
In the Xuantian Hall, dozens of masters including the sect leaders of various sects sat cross-legged, drinking tea and chatting in a relaxed and casual tone. However, if you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find the anxiety and worry looming on everyone's faces.
Nine days!
Except for Jiang Yuwei, Li Sijuan and other Xuantian Sword Sect disciples and a few disciples from each sect who returned a few days ago and described some things in the secret realm and gave everyone some information, most of the disciples still had no news about the secret realm. There is no way of knowing what the subsequent test will be like.
This time, the secret realm is afraid that it will use the method of heaven and earth formation and transformation to take the initiative to "capture" all the elite disciples from the Yinxu realm to the Lingtai realm. Frankly speaking, the backbone of the Eighteen Sects, genius disciples and future hopes have all been captured. "Capture", if the loss is too great, regardless of what form Daluo will return, the Eighteen Sects will instantly become a third-rate small sect.
Just imagine, there are only a group of old guys left in the entire sect with a group of disciples of Earth Immortal and below. What is it like?
Especially since the world outside has changed greatly, masters have emerged in endlessly these days. Masters of Hunyuanxu, Heavenly Man and Five Declines, and Yuanji have come in different forms, and even a few quasi-sages have appeared.
It is said that there are saints who come to the world and emperors who sit in the medieval and ancient holy places!
Although it is just gossip from the outside, it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false, but it is enough to make people feel anxious.
Nowadays, the whole world is constantly changing. There are many martial arts masters, but the future of the sect is in doubt. Most of the disciples have no news...
"It is said that the Bauhinia Holy Land, Taichong Holy Land, Baixiao Tower, Huangquan Sect and other forces recorded in the medieval and ancient secret scriptures have appeared..."
Li Wuxie, the leader of the Lingyun Sect, stroked his beard in boredom and suddenly said: "Lingtai Realm and Hunyuanxu Realm are no longer valuable. The Great Luo cannot come out, and the Eighteen Sects are no longer the top forces. This is really like a chess piece. Changes that have never happened in a thousand years."
"I'm afraid there will be constant disputes!"
The leader of the Haotian Sect, Shen Wumen, has a round face without any beard. He looks like a fair middle-aged scholar. He smiled and said: "However, I feel that danger must coexist with opportunity!"
"oh?"
Yun Hua, the leader of the Hehuan Holy Sect, had a pair of red phoenix eyes embroidered with eyeshadow, and his cherry lips were painted with red. He looked a little feminine. He held a strand of hair by his ear and said, "I would like to hear the details!"
Shen Wumen didn't want to see this person, and looked uncomfortable, but he still said: "You might as well change your mind. On this day when the Five Declines of Heaven and Man, Yuanji, Saint, and Emperor are coming, the changes in the world will be so great that it makes people feel frightened, but the corresponding ancient , medieval and ancient treasures, secret techniques, and martial arts magical powers will also emerge one after another. This is what heaven and earth should do. If there is a person chosen by heaven and his luck is prosperous, I am afraid that in a hundred years he will become famous, his martial arts will advance by leaps and bounds, and he will become a saint."
"What you say makes sense!"
Xuanyuan Linghai, the Lord of the Sea of Clouds, Master Xumi, the Abbot of Leiyin Temple, and others all nodded in agreement.
Yun Hua said solemnly: "But the premise is that our own disciples must come back, otherwise we will rely on a group of old guys to go out and make a living? The sect that has been here for thousands of years is probably going to break up. What's the future?"
Shen Wumen looked ugly and said angrily: "Who is not in a hurry? Are you the only one worried, Sect Master Yun? Isn't this just idle chatter?"
Yun Hua snorted: "Is this sect leader wrong?"
"Everyone is right!"
On the main seat, Daozhen, who had been silent all the time, said: "According to the inheritance of the Daluo Secret Realm, the nine are the ultimate, today on the ninth day, I am afraid that the dust will settle and there will be news coming out of the secret realm."
All the sect leaders and elders looked at each other and became more energetic. Li Wuxie, the sect leader of Lingyun Sect, said: "Brother Dao is right. This inheritance tests talent, understanding and state of mind. My disciples Wu Yingyue and Zhang Jiuying are outstanding. If you’re sexually alert, I’m afraid you might come out on top!”
Shen Wumen smiled and said: "Wu Wu is the second. I want to compete with Sect Master Li. My Haotian Sect disciples Chen Changsheng and Xie Wujiang are both first-rate geniuses. Their talents are no worse than those of your Guizong disciples. In terms of ability, , the means are all of the same quality, I’m afraid I won’t give in too much!”
Zhu Xian's great master advocated Baguio and chuckled: "One of my disciples is enough!"
"The same goes for my disciple Ximen Chuiyu!" Zong Laoqiu, the master of Ruxian Pavilion who had been silent all this time, stroked his beard.
Not wanting to be left behind, all the sect leaders expressed their attitudes one after another, and even the sect leaders of the Lower Nine Sects also chimed in with a few words.
This martial arts sect has never disdained the idea that its disciples have poor qualifications. You can refer to Liu Qingfeng.
After saying that, all the sect leaders looked at Daozhen and asked, "What do you think, sect leader?"
Daozhen's mean face was filled with a kind smile, and he said: "My disciple Bai Zong, Ye Liang, Shen Huansha and others will never succumb to others."
Everyone looked at each other and smiled.
Liu Qingfeng, who was sitting cross-legged at the head of Daozhen, glanced at the crowd and said, "My disciple Xin Zhuo alone is enough to brutalize all of your disciples!"
His words had no other meaning. He just couldn't stand the faces of all the sect leaders. My disciple Xin Zhuo had a gracious relationship with the Eighteen Sects. Why didn't anyone mention it?
There was silence in the hall.
After a while, Yun Hua smiled softly and said: "Elder Liu is quite confident, but you should know that what your noble sect Jiang Yuwei, Li Sijuan and other juniors said when they returned is that the secret realm talks about talent, and those with outstanding talent are the best to enter. Jia, what kind of talent does Xin Zhuo have?"
Xin Zhuo has a mortal body, and everyone in the eighteen sects knows it!
In the face of many things, everyone will suffer a big loss.
"This is true!"
"We don't mean to look down on little friend Xin, but considering this talent, I'm afraid it will be very difficult for little friend Xin!"
All the sect leaders looked at each other and smiled.
Liu Qingfeng waved his sleeves and said coldly: "Just wait and see!"
Shen Wumen sarcastically said: "It's okay to watch it eight times. Brother Liu is really obsessed with it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, eighty or ninety figures suddenly appeared strangely outside the door, all of them covered in bruises and breathless.
It was Nangong Wentian, Zhang Jiuying, He Lianyou, Baihua Fengyun, Su Liuli and other disciples of various sects.
All the sect leaders had already experienced this scene when Jiang Yuwei and others returned, and without any hesitation, they all arrived outside the hall in a flash.
Glancing around, a group of elders were about to ask questions when they discovered that Wu Yingyue, Chen Changsheng, Xiao Luban and Kudu were a step too late. They appeared as if they were seriously injured and dying. When they saw that they had returned, they fell to the ground and fainted one after another. Their appearance was so miserable that it was worrying. .
In front of the entire hall, the elders of various sects, masters from all sides, and a group of juniors who had returned from the forbidden area looked at each other, speechless for a short time.
Because there were thousands of people when they left, but only such a pitiful handful of people when they returned. The former didn't know where to ask, and the latter had experienced countless life and death and being slaughtered, and was still frightened and too lazy to speak.
After a while, Daozhen stroked his beard, nodded and comforted: "It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back!"
The voice changed: "Where are the others?"
Nangong Wentian and a group of disciples gritted their teeth and clasped their fists and said: "Except for the disciples and others, everyone else will die!"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the group of sect leaders turned pale and their bodies swayed a few times.
All death?
Are the casualties so heavy?
Zhu Xian's great master advocated Baguio and asked anxiously: "Where is my disciple flying here?"
No one spoke.
Zhang Biyao said angrily: "I'm asking a question!"
Zhang Jiuying had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "Dead!"
(End of chapter)
