Bai Xiaomeng was frightened by the words of the real person of the Nine Classics, she kept retreating, and people were most afraid of thunder and lightning. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Haha, girl, it's not so scary, since you're here, stay for a few days, come, I'll take you to the sect to have a look."

Seeing Bai Xiaomeng's frightened expression, Jiujing Zhenren couldn't help laughing and walked out of the woods, Bai Xiaomeng thought about it and followed.

The injuries of the Shushan disciples sitting in front of the manor had already healed for two or three years, and Honghua saw that the real person of the Nine Classics walked out of the grove next to her, followed by the girl who was almost sucked by a vampire that she had saved in a schoolyard.

Honghua took all the disciples to the front of the Nine Classics Zhenren, and knelt down on one knee to thank the Nine Classics Zhenren again, the Nine Classics Zhenren waved his hand and walked straight into the manor, Bai Xiaomeng was about to follow when Honghua pulled his arm.

"Why did you come to Shushan?"

Honghua asked suspiciously.

"I'm here."

Bai Xiaomeng broke free of the safflower with a smile and followed up the manor, the safflower stood in place with a blank face, what is tourism?

Bai Xiaomeng quickly caught up with the pace of the Nine Classics Zhenren, and followed into the main hall, Honghua found two disciples to set up a host for the tree demon parasite, and supported Qingfeng to lead all the disciples into the main hall together.

The main hall is not very large, there are several tables and chairs on both sides, the innermost is the chair where the head of the house sits, and there are three chairs on each side of the chair, and the Jiujing Zhenren sits on the chair on the far side on the left and crosses Erlang's legs.

Bai Xiaomeng unceremoniously found a chair to sit on, Honghua ordered a few seriously injured disciples to sit on chairs, and the other disciples all sat cross-legged on the spot.

"The last time I came to this hall, the hall was crowded with Shushan disciples, but now there is nothing to do."

The real people of the Nine Classics were a little disappointed, Shushan had not fallen to such a point, and there were only a dozen disciples.

"Master."

Honghua glanced at Bai Xiaomeng, Bai Xiaomeng smiled at her, that, there are outsiders, does she say it or not?

"Girl, why did Shushan fall into such a field now?"

The real person of the Nine Classics is full of seriousness, and the famous Shushan faction said that the decline will decline, and the reason for this must be not simple.

"Huh? Be! ”

Honghua looked at Bai Xiaomeng again, Bai Xiaomeng was bored lying on the chair and playing with the turtle in her hand, Honghua mustered up the courage to take a step forward and said: "Master, this matter has to start from two hundred years ago." ”

Two hundred years ago, all kinds of alien races in the West formed an alliance and almost sent more than a million people to attack the Eastern Continent, and on the premise of not alarming ordinary people, the cultivators of the East and the leaders of the alien races agreed to fight an unprecedented East-West war on an unknown island in the sea.

However, there are only a few scattered cultivators in the East who are willing to participate, mainly relying on the disciples sent by those large, medium and small sects, and there are only more than 300,000 people in detail.

The Western Alien Race fought with the Eastern cultivators for thirteen days, and the scene could be said to be full of corpses, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and rotting corpses.

Although there were many alien races, the cultivators were skilled, and they could easily wipe out tens of thousands of aliens by using the formation.

Unexpectedly, just when the cultivators were about to defeat the Western alien race, dozens of purple-skinned vampires sent by the alien race turned the whole situation around, and those vampires didn't know what kind of cultivation they were, and they injured several masters of the Xiuzhen sect, including the cultivators of the Mahayana period.

Just when the cultivators thought that this battle was going to be lost, a master of the Tribulation Period in the Shushan Sect was not reconciled, he hugged a purple-skinned vampire to the death, and blew himself up and burned both the Yuan Infant and its jade.

Only then did everyone react, I can't beat you, I still have a follow-up move, a master of the Tribulation Period who blew up the Yuan Infant is enough to compare to an atomic bomb, not to mention that there are so many cultivators in the Spiritual Silence Period and the Merge Period, and the odds are back in the hands of the cultivators.

All the major sects in the Eastern Continent sent their own best disciples and masters, but they died together with the alien race in the great war, and the small and medium-sized sects were all wiped out, but the final result was that the cultivators won.

In this war, the losses of Shushan were also very large, they sent almost all their disciples, and all the masters in the sect were lost, and even the head of the sect at that time died with a purple-skinned vampire.

In the past two hundred years, the losses after the Great War have not had time to make up, and because people have wantonly destroyed the ecological environment, the earth's spiritual energy has become thin, and it has become more and more difficult to cultivate, and all sects have lost a large number of masters and disciples in the Great War, and these sects naturally cannot escape the end of decline.