Chapter Eighty-Two: The Twelfth Pavilion

The ancient six tribes, the nightmare of the times, synonymous with death.

Wei Hu didn't expect that after 50,000 years, the ancient six clans still existed, and in the Yujing City, they established a station, and secretly laid out in an attempt to control the hundred officials.

He is actually a pawn of the ancient six clans.

"Let's go back!"

After the gray-robed man on the left finished speaking, the figure had disappeared.

At the same time, there were five other figures, leaving only a remnant of the vision.

Wei Hu clenched his fists, pestled his crutches, and walked out of the June Pavilion.

He turned his head and looked at the tall building, his eyes were complicated, and he didn't know whether he was happy or regretful.

Once the news of the existence of the ancient six clans spreads, the entire continent will be shaken.

The Central Empire, the Dao Sect, the Huangquan Sect and other powerful forces will all stop fighting and unite with the outside world to exterminate the ancient six clans.

And he, as a pawn of the ancient six clans, the consequences can be imagined.

"The imperial examination system must not be implemented......"

Wei Hu clenched his crutches and roared wildly in his heart, thinking of the consequences of defeat and the punishment of the ancient six clans, he was horrified and afraid.

It is rumored that there is such a sentence that falls into the hands of the ancient six clans, and even death is the favor of God.

It is conceivable that it will end miserably.

"My lord, where are you going now?"

The coachman drove the carriage, stopped in front of Wei Hu, and asked respectfully.

"Go back to the Wei Mansion, change to a carriage, and go to the Shaojun Mansion!" Wei Hu said.

The coachman nodded, prostrate on the ground, and served as a human stool.

Wei Hu stepped on the coachman and walked into the carriage.

He sat in the car, rubbing his hand against his crutches, and his mood could not be calmed down for a long time.

The coachman got on his horse, drove the carriage, and drove into the distance.

The wheels, the June Pavilion, disappeared into the complex.

"Your Majesty guessed right, Wei Hu is really related to the hermit, but I don't know, what is the origin of this hermit?"

"Where is the family residence?"

At the corner of the street, a white-faced scholar muttered to himself as he looked at the speeding carriage.

In the next breath, his figure disappeared into the sea of people.

............

Kunzhou, one of Kyushu!

The place of origin of the famous Kunlun Mountain, rich in resources, rich in aura, and overall strength, ranking among the top three in Kyushu.

In the vast forest sea, the void rippled constantly, cracking a spatial gap.

Six gray-robed figures walked out of the gap.

"Three thousand years, we haven't returned to the family!"

A gray-robed man sighed, his voice was extremely heavy, stationed in Yujing, establishing an intelligence contact point, in order to ensure that they were not discovered, they could not return home.

The wait was so long that their memories of home became blurred.

I can't remember exactly.

"Come on, as long as the plan is successful, we can always go home!"

Another gray-robed man said.

He took a token from his bosom and placed it in midair, emitting a specific energy.

Clouds of white mist rose to form a cloud.

"Let's go!"

The six gray-robed men, standing on the clouds, turned into a ray of light and broke through the sky.

The speed is so fast that the vision is blurry and the vision is not clear.

After about half an hour, the speed of the clouds slowly slowed down, and finally stopped at the edge of a lotus pond.

Lotus, for blood lotus.

The water in the pool was blood-red and very viscous, like blood.

The six gray-robed men stood on the ground, smelling the rich smell of blood in the air, took a deep breath, and said with a face full of intoxication:

"Blood Lotus Pond!"

The treasure of the ancient six clans, it has the effect of defying the sky.

"Wait, who is it?"

Thirty-six figures, flying out of the blood lotus pond, with a strong evil aura, dressed in clothes, dyed blood-colored, looked particularly fierce.

The leader is a middle-aged man in the realm of immortals.

"We are members of the June Elders!"

The six gray-robed people were stunned for a moment, and took out their identity tokens with a wry smile on their faces.

It seems that after leaving for too long, they have been forgotten.

Oh, yes!

Except for the middle and high-level members of the clan and the participants of the plan, it is estimated that everyone else probably doesn't know that there are six elders outside the clan.

"Ah! subordinate Huo Wanbin, see the elders!"

Huo Wanbin saluted, his heart was extremely surprised, he had never heard of it, there were elders in the family outside!

However, the identity token of the ethnic group cannot be fake.

"Take us to the patriarch and have something important to report. A gray-robed man said, his tone slightly eager.

"No!"

Huo Wanbin nodded, his figure swayed, and walked through the Blood Lotus Pond.

The six gray-robed people hurriedly followed, their eyes looking around, full of curiosity.

In the distance, there is a stone cliff with blood flowing from it.

In the distance, poisonous snakes were ravaging, demon insects devouring each other, and several black-robed men looked at the scenery with great interest.

Farther away, several tall buildings lined up, and powerful figures constantly shuttled through the void, escaping into the vicious atmosphere.

A few minutes later, Huo Wanbin stopped in front of a black hall, turned around and asked, "A few elders, please wait outside the hall, and the subordinates will go in and report!"

The six gray-robed men nodded and stood at the door, waiting quietly.

After a few more minutes, Huo Wanbin walked out and stood respectfully to the side, making a gesture of invitation.

Inside the temple!

Dozens of figures gathered, and everyone revealed a vicious atmosphere.

Six golden-robed figures, sitting above, were full of supreme majesty.

These six people are the patriarchs of the ancient six clans, called the Fire Monarch, the Water Monarch, the Sword Master, the Sword Master, the Fan Immortal, and the Beast Venerable!

Among them, the fan fairy is a woman!

The entire fan clan is composed of women.

"It's all here!"

The Fire Monarch asked, and clusters of flames materialized, burning in the void, rapidly raising the temperature of the entire hall.

"Patriarch Hui, Elder of the December Pavilion, except for the Elder of the June Pavilion, have all arrived!"

The Great Elder of the January Pavilion said with his fists clenched.

Among the elders of the ancient six clans, there were only seventy-two in total, and there were six pavilions per month, of which the January Pavilion was the strongest and the December Pavilion was the weakest.

In addition to the elders, there are also the Four Seasons Protectors......

"Elder June Pavilion, you're back!" the Fire Monarch nodded and said in a loud voice.

When the elders heard this, their faces were surprised and even frowned.

"Elder June Pavilion, aren't you on a mission in Yujing, why did you come back?"

"Could it be that they were exposed?"

"No, the strength of the June Pavilion is not weak, they are all above the immortals, as long as you are careful, you shouldn't be discovered!"

The voice of discussion echoes in the main hall.

"Quiet, they're already in!"

Looking at the noisy hall, Shui Jun said unhappily.

Not long after the words fell, six gray-robed people appeared in the eyes of everyone, clasped their fists and saluted: "See the patriarch!"

"Get up, you came back rashly this time, but you were discovered by the Yu Clan?" said the Fire Monarch.

"Tempering Patriarch, the Yu clan has not yet discovered it, but the young monarch of the Yu clan has proposed a system that will lead to our 10,000-year layout and fall short. The Great Elder of the June Pavilion said.

He took out a fold from his gray robe and handed it in.

After Huo Jun looked at it, he handed it to Shui Jun, and the two red eyebrows were twisted together.

After Shui Jun saw it, the same was true.

The sword master, the sword master, the fan immortal, and the beast venerable were silent after seeing it.

Looking at the expressions of the six patriarchs, the seventy-two elders in the hall were all secretly worried.

What's up?

Can the six patriarchs who have cultivated to the heavens show such a look?