However, the difficulty of this matter was obviously far beyond her imagination. No matter how she tried, no matter how hard she tried, the imprint of the soul in the soul plate remained silent.
At the same time, in a group of mountains to the southeast of Longyin Mountain, a middle-aged man was kneeling under a cliff that looked like a knife and an axe. It was He Qiantai who was severely beaten by Gu Fenghua and others, and fled back to Chenhuozong like a bereaved dog.
"You're here." After kneeling for an unknown amount of time, an old voice echoed in the air.
"Disciple pays homage to Master Uncle, what order does Master Uncle have for summoning disciple?" He Gantai lowered his body, and his expression became even more disturbed.
"How did you do what I asked you to do?" The old voice said majesticly again.
"I'm not doing my job well, so I ask my uncle to punish me." What He Gantai was most afraid of was that when his uncle asked something, his voice trembled slightly when he answered.
"What?" The old voice sank suddenly.
"Uncle Master, that Qingyang Sect is very powerful, not only refused to give up the Dragon Valley, but also severely injured the disciple, the disciple is incompetent, please punish Master Uncle." He Gantai raised his head, showing the bruises on his face Two panda eyes, half of the nose is crooked.
In fact, Gu Fenghua and Fatty Bai are very measured in their actions, and they usually don't easily hurt people's lives and destroy their cultivation base, so although he was tortured to death by a few people, his injuries are not serious, as long as he takes the healing elixir, The scars on his face should have healed by now. However, he was afraid that the Supreme Elder would scold him for his ineffectiveness, so he kept the injury until now.
"Didn't you say that the Qingyang Sect was first established, and there were only dozens of disciples, and the sect master's cultivation was no more than the first rank of the heavenly sage? You can't do such a small thing?" The old voice angrily shouted.
"The disciples were careless. There are not many disciples of the Qingyang Sect, and the sect master's cultivation is not high, but there are a few young people whose cultivation is not weak. The disciple was careless for a moment, and he ate a big meal in their hands. Loss." He Gantai said with a look of panic.
"Young people? Thanks to your practice for so many years, you can't even deal with a few young people, waste!" Hearing He Gantai's explanation, the old voice became even more angry.
"Yes, yes, my disciple is incompetent. I have been entrusted by my uncle, and I ask my uncle to punish him." He Gantai was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to argue. He nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Forget it, I'd better go for it myself, I, Ge Dongyang, want to see how capable a new sect and a few young disciples are, how dare they ignore my Chenhuo Sect. "As soon as the old voice fell, a loud bang came from the mountainside of the cliff, and an old man in Ge clothes and hemp shoes flew out.
"The ancestor is out of the gate, the ancestor is out of the gate!" There was a cheer in the mountains, and thousands of Chenhuozong disciples fell to the ground, and some people were even so excited that they burst into tears.
"Don't be polite." The old man who claimed to be Ge Dongyang stood in the air, first waved his hands calmly, and then floated down. How can I say with that expression, he is very pretending.
"Disciple pays homage to Master Uncle." He Gantai took a few steps forward, prostrated himself on the ground again, and dozens of core disciples who were in charge of guarding the retreat also rushed over and saluted the old man respectfully. Those few followed He Gantai to Qingyang Sect, and Several young disciples who failed to return home were also among them.
"Others stay at the sect, you follow me to Qingyangzong." Ge Dongyang didn't say much, waved his sleeves, and walked out first. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com