"Yuan Daoling, you despicable villain, don't think that I don't know what you're up to. After all, you just want the treasure of my Yelang sect, and you want to uphold justice. You are not afraid of the wind." Tongue flashing, wanting to be a whore and wanting to set up an archway, you have lost the eternal reputation of the Saint Yuanzong." Zhen Fengliu spat out blood heavily, his eyes widened with anger, and pointed at Yuan Daoling and cursed.
In desperation, he finally stood up, but his whole body was trembling and shaking, but he obviously had no strength to move.
Hearing his words, all the elders around were thoughtful, and subconsciously glanced at Yuan Daoling.
They are not members of the Shengyuan Sect, but come from various sects in the Xuanji Region. Because the seniors of the master or the elders in the family have received the favor of the Shengyuanzong and owe some favors, they came to help at the invitation of Yuan Daoling.
In fact, they don't have much ill feeling towards Yelangzong. Although Ye Langzong's behavior is a bit crazy, and stalking is indeed annoying, but they never take the initiative to cause trouble. Every time their own family members are bullied, they will call the door to ask for an explanation. Whoever wants to be stalked by them On, that is also self-inflicted.
Moreover, many times, when Yelangzong disciples get into trouble, they are actually trying to stand up for others, which is a bit of an ancient tradition of drawing swords to help when they see injustice.
So this time, if it wasn't for Yuan Daoling's invitation, they really didn't want to embarrass Ye Langzong.
Originally they were still wondering: Saint Yuanzong had been hidden from the world for so many years, and suddenly returned to the secular world because of the Yelangzong, and specially invited them to come to help him. How badly did Yelangzong offend Shengyuanzong? Could it be that they dug up other people's ancestral graves, or that their disciples ruined the innocence of other people's precious daughters?
But now after hearing Zhen Fengliu's words, they suddenly realized that things might not be as simple as they thought.
"Everyone, don't listen to his nonsense. I, Shengyuanzong, are enemies with Yelangzong this time. One is because they injured my closed disciples, hurt his spiritual roots and damaged his cultivation. There is no other reason for the sect that has been harmed by Yelangzong to uphold justice. Besides, with the strength and status of my Saint Yuanzong, how can I see the treasure of Yelangzong's Zhenzong in my eyes." Yuan Dao Ling Ben's gloomy face darkened slightly again, but soon, he smiled lightly and said contemptuously.
Hearing his explanation, all the elders nodded slightly. Although I still had some doubts in my heart, what Yuan Daoling said was right. With the strength and status of Saint Yuanzong, how could they take the so-called Zhenzong treasure of Yelangzong in their eyes?
"Yuan Daoling, are you still shameless? Your Saint Yuanzong was the head of the Eighteen Sacred Sects in the Xuanji Region back then. As the suzerain, you are a closed disciple with the eighth-rank cultivation of the Heavenly Sage. Who will believe it? With such a closed disciple, you don't feel ashamed." Zhen Fengliu sneered, and cursed sarcastically.
Hearing this, the expressions of the old people around became weird again.
Tiansheng Bapin, the closed disciple of the majestic Shengyuanzong suzerain, his cultivation base is only Tiansheng Bapin. Whether others believe it or not, they will never believe it anyway.
Or, that person is just an ordinary disciple of Sheng Yuanzong, or even an outer disciple at all. Or, if he deliberately suppressed his strength and hurt Ye Langzong's subordinates deliberately, as for hurting his spiritual roots and destroying his cultivation base, I'm afraid it wouldn't be true.
It seems that today's incident may really have other secrets, it is by no means as straightforward as Yuan Daoling said, and I accidentally became his accomplice.
Thinking of this, they all regretted a little. If they had known this before, they shouldn't have come to this muddy water. It's a pity that the matter has come to this point, and it's too late to regret it. We can't turn against Yuan Daoling again because of Yelangzong. Let's not talk about whether they have the confidence to turn against each other.
"Do it, restrain their cultivation, and take them all back to wait for punishment." Yuan Daoling's face darkened after being scolded by Zhen Fengliu, and he ordered directly to his disciples.
Seeing the suspicion and remorse in the eyes of the strong men of various sects, he didn't bother to explain.
Anyway, his goal has been achieved, as long as Zhen Fengliu is forced to hand over the rare treasure of heaven and earth he wanted, Shengyuanzong will surely regain its former glory and become the most powerful sect of Wuji Shengtian. He will also become a generation of powerhouses second only to the three great sages, so why should he care what others think.
The disciples under his command strode forward and forced towards Zhen Fengliu and others.
The disciples of the Yelang Sect and the Dust Star Sect were all seriously injured. Except for Zhen Fengliu, the others couldn't even stand up. Of course, they had nothing to be afraid of. They looked more relaxed than the other, looking at Zhen Fengliu and others. His eyes were full of contempt and sarcasm.
"Yuan Daoling, even if I, Zhen Fengliu, die, I won't let you, a despicable villain, succeed.??? Zhen Fengliu raised his head to the sky and let out a mournful and angry roar, making handprints one after another.
A mysterious brilliance suddenly erupted from his body, lingering and condensing, forming a phantom in the shape of a beast.
The body is even more holy, exuding a thrilling power, but what is disturbing is that the power is full of the breath of death.
The disciples of Sheng Yuanzong who were advancing step by step were taken aback and stopped at the same time.
They have all seen Zhen Fengliu's injuries with their own eyes. Anyone who is injured like this may not be able to circulate the holy energy, and the Suzerain is no exception. But why Zhen Fengliu can not only circulate the holy energy, but also has such a terrifying power emerging from his body, and what's the matter with the breath of death?
Although he didn't know what was going on, but from the violent and restless aura in Zhen Fengliu, the thrilling power, and the breath of death, it was not difficult for him to guess that Zhen Fengliu was displaying the secret of the Yelang sect. The technique forcibly condenses the holy energy to increase the strength, and the consequences of using this secret technique are mostly the same as the self-detonation of the holy bead, the soul orb and the self-explosion of the soul.
Liang Yicheng struggled to stand up and stop him, but his injuries hadn't healed, and it was only with Zhen Fengliu's help that he saved his life. When the protective array broke open, he was seriously injured again, but he couldn't stand up anyway, so how could he stop it? For a moment, his eyes were burning with anxiety, and blood gushed out of his clenched teeth.
"Sovereign Master, don't!" Those Yelang Sect disciples who were seriously injured and fell to the ground shouted in unison with tears streaming down their faces.
"Not good!" Yuan Daoling also didn't know what was going on, but he also felt the crisis, and jumped towards Zhen Fengliu.
"Master stop!"
"Sect Master Zhen, stop!" At this moment, more than ten figures flew over.
While shouting in unison, three old men stood in front of Yuan Daoling, while a stunningly beautiful girl and a handsome, but stern young man rushed towards Zhen Fengliu.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, Yuan Daoling and those old men backed away at the same time.
And the fingers of the girl and the young man touched Zhen Fengliu's body at the same time. I saw that Zhen Fengliu's whole body was shaken, and the handprint stopped. After a while, the faint animal-shaped phantom behind him disappeared, and the frenzied holy energy in his body quickly returned to calm, and the breath of death also disappeared.
"Master" Immediately afterwards, a heart-piercing cry was heard, and a little monkey in a big black robe with a red belt around his waist and a cuckold on his head rushed over, hugging Zhen Fengliu and crying loudly.
"Junhou, it's you, it's really you!" Zhen Fengliu looked at Tang Junhou in surprise, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, it took him a while to recover, wept with joy, and said in a trembling voice. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com