At this time, Shang Yunmu had not yet reached the Haiquan Pavilion, but there was already a sea of people gathered outside the pavilion, and all the outer disciples quickly gathered here after hearing the bell of the Eastern Emperor.

Everyone's eyes invariably looked at the roof at the highest point of the Red Pavilion, the reason for waking up the Eastern Emperor Bell this time was also because the man in the green robe who was standing on the eaves at the top of the highest attic of the Haiquan Pavilion was now about thirty years old, with a hat that looked ordinary, the kind of hat that could be bought at random on the street. His appearance was hidden under the hat, and it was far away, so the disciples under the attic looked down on the man's appearance.

"Does this person not want to live? He actually dared to break into our Desolate Sect, and dared to stand on the Sea Power Pavilion, this pavilion symbolizes the glory and status of our Desolate Sect on the mainland, and enshrines the dead suzerains and sages of the past dynasties. ”

"Yes, I'm really not afraid of death, and I'm the first one in so many years. ”

"It's really a big forest, and there are all kinds of stupid birds. ”

The disciples of the outer sect talked a lot, and they ridiculed this man who dared to break into the sect with disdain, and they were also full of curiosity about the punishment that this man was about to receive, because for so many years, no outsider had ever dared to stand in the highest place of the outer gate of the desolate sect, which was simply an insult and provocation to the sect.

"Old guys, don't hide, hand over the key to the dungeon of the Poor Mountain, or you will set foot on your sect today. The blue-robed man suddenly spoke, his voice mixed with a very powerful Xuan power, echoing around the Sea Power Pavilion. The Wasted Sect was originally a sect built in the depths, surrounded by mountains, and the sect reinforced the enchantment, so the man's voice could be heard very clearly.

All the disciples were curious about who the man was talking to, because he was the only one on the roof. Some people suspect that the man is a madman, because only a madman would dare to break into the Desolate Sect, which was one of the strongest cultivation places in the Wei Kingdom!

However, the next moment everyone was stunned.

The blue-robed man instantly stretched out his hands from his long sleeves, gathered his palms, and then quickly pulled out a wonderful handprint. A dense wave of black clouds appeared above his head, and then hundreds of black crows flew out of the waves, and the occasional electric light from the black clouds could be seen, and the surrounding weather was slowly changing, and the sky of the Desolate Sect was suddenly covered with dark clouds. The black crows gathered around the man, and then flew away with his gaze that seemed to be a few locations more than ten meters away from him.

When the crows flew into the man's sight, a white light suddenly flashed, and the bodies of those crows were cut into dozens of petals, fell to the ground, and disappeared into black gas after falling to the ground. Frightened, the disciples retreated.

All the places where the man drove the crows flew appeared white light, and then the crows were cut into several pieces, and when all the crows were killed and landed on the ground, four old men with a little gray hair appeared in those white lights. They all had a long sword hovering beside them.

"It's the Elder. A disciple exclaimed.

Therefore, when everyone looked at the four old men, there was a solemn look of humility and respect in their eyes, because the other four people who appeared on the Sea Power Pavilion were none other than the four elders of the Outer Gate of the Desolate Sect.

"Meng Xuan (xiao) heaven, don't deceive people too much, you dare to come to my sect alone, aren't you afraid that you will come with your life, and you won't have your life to go out?" said the one with the most gray hair among the elders.

"Joke, just because a few of you are immortal, are you worthy of speaking wildly, get out of the way, and let the sect master Hua Tuo come to see me. The blue-robed man who was called Meng Yantian by the elders looked very unconvinced when he heard the arrogant tone of the person in front of him.

And Your Excellency Haiquan, you say a word, I say a word, the brick-red pavilion in front of it seems to be very lively, and everyone is begging for the man who appeared on the top of the pavilion, Meng Xuantian.

"Could it be that Meng Sanbai from the unknowable land of the wind and snow has arrived?"

"You mean the Demon Sect Sect Master Meng Sanbai, the Demon Clan who never practiced before the age of thirty, and broke through the realm overnight at the age of thirty to reach the peak of the Eight Extremes Realm?"

"How could the lord of the Northern Demon Sect come to my Desolate Sect. Could it be that the Demon Sect is going to start a sect war with our Desolate Sect?"

"The battle of the sect? Wouldn't that be a river of blood!"

The outer disciples looked at the five Northern Realm Great Cultivators on the pavilion in horror, the realm strength of each of them was unclimbable for these outer disciples, like a snow-capped mountain that could not reach the top in a lifetime. In the world of cultivation, this is indeed the case, talent determines everything, and he slapped the mortal world in the face with the sentence "As long as you work hard, you will have results" On the way to becoming a Xuan Master, your talent almost determines your starting point, and also determines your end point to a large extent, like the sixth Mr. Yuan Zhiwei of the Inner Gate of the Desolate Sect, although he reached the peak of the Eight Extremes Realm at the age of seven, but when he reached the age of fifteen, he only stopped there, because the bottleneck of cultivation requires a lot of chance and talent, even if you work hard, it is impossible to get rid of this law, in the words that practitioners often say, "This is the will of the God of Annihilation, and the God of Oblivion is destined for you to only reach this point." ”

The blue-robed man heard someone calling his name under the attic, and a kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Indeed, he is Meng Xuantian, the sect leader of the demon clan's generation, known as the strongest person in the demon clan in a hundred years, the eyes of Fengxueling, his name was taken by the old tailor surnamed Meng who adopted him in Wei State back then, the old tailor didn't know a few big characters, and he flipped through a book of "The First Chapter of Taichu Cultivation" that flowed out of the streets and alleys of his home, and saw that there was such a "Xuan" in it Word, he didn't know the pronunciation of this word, but saw that this word was composed of three white characters, although the old tailor was illiterate, but he had a sense of justice, and thought that being a man should be clean, it was a white character, and "皛" was composed of three white characters, so it was even cleaner, so he named the orphan he adopted Meng Yingtian.

But the old tailor didn't know this word, so he kept calling Meng Yantian "Sanbai", until the old tailor died, he was desperate and went to Fengxueling, and when he saw the three elders of the Demon Sect, he knew that the word was pronounced "xiao", but Meng Yantian valued love and righteousness, so he was unwilling to change his words, calling himself Meng Sanbai, so even if he later became the master of the Demon Sect, many people called him both Meng Yantian and Meng Sanbai......