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"Let's talk about it later, I've been very busy lately, this is the martial arts and formation inheritance of some saint clans, you bring it back, let the clansmen practice diligently!"

Tang Haoran said, taking out some martial arts classics from the ancient rings.

"Ah, this, this?"

The Ten Elders looked at the stack of martial arts classics that exuded a simple and vicissitudes of life, and their hearts, which had just calmed down, beat violently again.

"This is all the inheritance of the Holy Clan that I got from the Holy City. ”

"No, this is your inheritance of the patriarch, and it must be kept by you, the patriarch. The second elder Shakya Kongjing and the others hurriedly excused themselves, and at the same time they were moved by the young man's broad mind.

"What's yours and mine, since I am the patriarch of the Holy Clan, the inheritance I got is also the inheritance of the Holy Clan, Hugh has to say more, take it back. Remember, these martial arts are open to everyone in the clan, so everyone is free to learn. ”

Tang Haoran said in a firm tone. He also suddenly thought that the Netherworld, as well as the Holy Clan mentioned by Shakya Qinglin, would usher in a catastrophe, so he wanted to try his best to make the Holy Clan strong.

"Then we might as well obey our fate, thank you patriarch!"

Shakya Kongjing and the others were moved by Tang Haoran's selflessness, and they also felt even more that having him as the patriarch of the Holy Clan was definitely a blessing for the Holy Clan and the hope of the Holy Clan!

After a few more brief chats, Tang Haoran promised to go to the Holy Clan as soon as possible, and the Ten Elders led the team to leave.

Tang Haoran had a faint intuition that a huge crisis might be coming soon.

Although Shakya Qinglin did not say what kind of catastrophe the Holy Clan would encounter, it is not difficult to imagine that it must be related to the Netherworld.

Think about the strength and terrifyingness of those Netherworld people in the Holy City, and the extraordinary tenacity of their vitality.

Tang Haoran had to make full preparations in advance, and he suddenly thought that using the talisman that implied the laws of heaven and earth might be a sharp weapon to deal with the Netherworld.

That night, thousands of miles away in the southwest, in a deep mountain and old forest.

The Ten Elders and the others were hurrying through the mountains and forests, and they were like arrows, eager to bring the inheritance that Tang Haoran had given them back to the clan immediately.

Shakya, who was running at the front, suddenly stopped, with a solemn expression.

"Fifth Elder, what's wrong!"

The other nine elders stopped after him, realizing that something was wrong.

"Oh no! there's an ambush, retreat!"

Shakya's expression suddenly changed dramatically, and he shouted urgently.

"Giggle...... Since you're here, why rush to go!"

Before the others could react, bursts of mournful laughter rang out in the dense forest.

The voice seemed to come from hell, exuding a sinister aura that gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Whew~Whew~Whew——

At the same time, accompanied by a dense sound of breaking the air, black shadows exuding a cold aura flashed around the ten elders like ghosts, and there were hundreds of them.

These people were tall, twice the size of ordinary adults, all dressed in black, and the palpitation was that they were all pale dead faces, lifeless.

"It's the Netherworld!"

The ten elders trembled in their hearts, and their expressions all changed drastically.

They had only heard of the Netherworld who had a blood feud with the Holy Clan, but they had never seen them.

Now, hundreds of Netherworld people actually appeared at once, and what shocked them even more was that they could feel that none of these Netherworld people were weaker than their ten elders.

"Paralysed Netherworld, Third Elder, let's fight with them!"

Shakya's brave eyes were sharp, and he shouted in a low voice.

"Don't forget, our most important task is to bring back the inheritance handed over to us by the patriarch to the Holy Clan no matter what!"

Shakya calmly reminded that he knew very well that there was only one end to hard work, and that was to stay all here.

"Okay, Third Elder, you take the inheritance and leave quickly, let's cover!"

Shakya Yongwu and others immediately said.

Shakya Mingjing didn't talk nonsense, because hundreds of Netherworld people had already forced up, and they were not allowed to let them go anymore.

"Giggle...... Little trash fish of the Holy Clan, do you think there is still a chance to run? Leave one alive and kill all the others!"

The leader of the Netherworld is named Hades Tu, one of the ten major hall masters of the Netherworld, and his comprehensive combat power is comparable to that of the God Realm.

With a wave of his hand, a hundred Netherworld people moved in unison, and their bodies were like ghosts and killed the ten elders.

"The road ahead is blocked, rush out!"

"Kill the devil, kill!"

Although there was a huge disparity in the strength of the enemy and us, the ten patriarchs were in danger, and instantly formed an assault formation and rushed forward.

In an instant, a series of five-fingered giant palms flashing golden light burst out, blasting the two Netherworld people who rushed towards them.

The other Netherworld people were all stunned, and subduing the devil's clutch was a very fearful exercise for them.

"Okay, everybody, go ahead and kill these idiots!"

"Phew...... This is the fucking clutches! It's like a fucking tickle!"

What stunned the Ten Elders was that the two Netherworld Clansmen who were blown away crawled out of the dirt one after another, although their bodies were bombarded to the ground, they were obviously fine.

"No, you can't even kill these miscellaneous pieces in the clutches of the devil!?"

A group of elders looked solemn.

"Hurry up, don't fall in love!"

Shakya Kongjing reminded urgently, and blasted out a palm again, but the power of this palm was much weaker than the palm just now.

The power of the Demon Palm is huge, but the consumption of Yuan Li is also very huge.

At this time, the ten elders were all heavy-hearted, and even the Zhenzong Martial Arts could not help these Netherworld people, which also meant that it was difficult for them to go out.

"It's nothing more than that, try the Seven Evil Fists of our Netherworld!"

Standing on the periphery, the Immortal Slaughter's fists shook, becoming as black as ink, his body moved, and he struck out from behind, and he had already appeared in front of the two Holy Clan Elders, and at the same time, his jet-black fists, which exuded a strong and cold aura, smashed into the chests of the two elders respectively.

Fast, fast as lightning!

So fast that the elders of the two holy clans didn't react at all!

"Poof......

The two Holy Clan elders flew upside down like kites with broken strings, blood spurted wildly from their mouths, and they fell into the weeds dozens of meters away, and a terrifying collapse appeared in the chests of the two of them, their faces quickly turned gray, their eyes skyrocketed, and they couldn't blink to death!

It's too terrifying, kill the two elders of the Holy Clan in one move!

"Old six, old eleven!"

The other elders cried out, but they didn't do their duty, and more Netherworld people flocked up.

"Weak, too weak! It's still a fucking Holy Clan Elder, bullshit!hahaha......"

The Immortal Slaughter killed the two elders of the Holy Clan with one move, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, he was too lazy to make another move.

"Second Elder, you go quickly!"

The elders desperately covered up, Shakya Kongjing endured grief and anger, he was willing to fight to the death with his partners, but he had the inheritance of the Holy Clan, and with the hope of the Holy Clan, he had to take it out no matter what.

"Kill!"

Shakya Kongjing and the others blasted out three demon clutches in a row, and finally killed the blood path, but the three elders after the break were drowned in the Netherworld people and were quickly killed.

"Hall master, subordinates lead people to chase!"

A tall Netherworld man asked.

"It's just a few seriously injured little trash fish, it doesn't matter if you kill it or not, you take ten good hands, follow it quietly, remember not to startle the snake, it's best to follow the vine and find the nest ......of these little trash fish!

The expressionless face of the Stygian Tu showed the meaning of forest.

"The hall master is wise, and his subordinates will follow him!"

……

Shakya Kongjing and the other five elders, all of whom were scarred, rushed out of the mountains without finding and tracking them, and then took a few breaths.

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