In the Donglai Kingdom, a vassal country of the Purple Yunzong, and in the capital of the country, Purple Moon City, a fierce war is breaking out at this moment. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The original purple aura filled with purple moon city has long since lost its purple existence, and at this moment, foreign monks from various sect families are constantly encircling and suppressing the disciples of the Ziyun Sect, and the originally clean and tidy Ziyue Cheng is full of blood at this moment, with stumps and broken arms everywhere, and most of the corpses have the sect marks of the Ziyun Sect on them, or the Dan furnace or the purple scroll.

The siege in the city continued, and in the auction hall in the south of the city, there was also tension at the moment, and the nearly 100,000 monks who had come to participate in the auction before were now like tigers and wolves, greedily staring at the people of the Ziyun Sect who were surrounded by them in the auction table area, and they didn't seem to be in a hurry to besiege and kill.

"Master An, how is it?, the distress signal has been sent out for several hours, what do you think of our proposal?" said an old man from Qingluo Sect with a gloomy expression.

"You shameless people who take advantage of the fire to rob, do you really dare to be sure that my Ziyun Sect has been destroyed?" Master An hadn't spoken yet, but the beautiful girl standing beside him couldn't help but speak.

Standing next to Master An was a pretty girl in a purple robe, followed by a young man with a serious face, this young man was naturally Meng Hao who was incarnated as Fang Mu.

At this time, Meng Hao couldn't help but sigh in his heart after the woman in front of him spoke, It's time for you, you little girl and what.

Sure enough, as the woman's words fell, the old man's face of the Qingluo Sect was suddenly gloomy and could drip water, and his gloomy eyes stared at the woman's pretty face without blinking, revealing a trace of lewdness on his face.

"This must be the famous Miss Chu Yuyan, right? Miss Chu, as a personal disciple of the Dan Ghost Master, is already the main furnace Dan Master at a young age, and it is said that she already has the strength of the Purple Furnace Dan Master, I don't know if what the old man said is right?"

"So what?" Chu Yuyan snorted coldly.

"How is it? The old man has been cultivating for four hundred and fifty-two years, and now he is in the middle of the Yuan Infant Cultivation, and there is no Taoist couple yet, how about Miss Chu marrying the old man as his wife?" The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, constantly looking at Chu Yuyan's bumpy figure.

"You...... Shameless!"

"Haha, shameless, you have to understand, you are no longer the disciples of the Ziyun Sect who are high above, you are not protected by the sect, you are just pieces of fat, anyone can come and bite you, the old man is doing this, he is protecting you, the only remaining seedlings of the Ziyun Sect!" The old man licked his lips, stood in the air, and condescendingly looked at the remaining thousand or so disciples of the Ziyun Sect below.

"Wang Tong, your appetite is inevitably a little big, among these people, there are more than two hundred Dan masters, such a large piece of resources, you Qingluo Sect can't swallow it!" said a black-robed old man from the First Sword Sect with a somewhat dissatisfied expression.

"Haha, Brother Zhang, don't worry, Wang is just joking, our Qingluo Sect doesn't have the strength of your One Sword Sect to dare to monopolize such a large resource!"

Sure enough, as Wang Tong's words fell, the high-ranking cultivators of the other major sect families couldn't help but show a wary look at the One Sword Sect, for fear that the other party would really make a move to swallow the Dan Master of the Purple Yun Sect alone.

The black-robed old man of the Sword Sect glanced at Wang Tong quietly, and then focused his attention on Master An again with a serious expression.

"Master An must also understand that such a devastating attack fell on the Ziyun Sect, and your sect has no chance of surviving, you have been contacting the sect for several hours, and you have not received a single response, you must also understand what it means!"

"My One Sword Sect is really sincerely inviting Master An and all Dan Masters to join, what kind of treatment did you have in the sect before, my One Sword Sect is willing to double it additionally, the Purple Yun Sect has been destroyed, why do you have to resist to the death?"

"Brother Zhang, there is no need to say any more, I will not make any decision if I have not seen the fall of the Ziyun Sect with my own eyes!" Master An's old voice slowly fell, and then he closed his eyes, looking unwilling to speak again.

"Since Master An is not dead yet, then let's wait, it's just that the Purple Yun Sect is shrouded in a layer of intense energy outside a hundred miles radius, and the transmission disciples can't transmit the scene for a while, so they can only aggrieved Master An to wait here for a while!"

For the only remaining Purple Furnace Dan Master of the Purple Yun Sect, the black-clothed old man of the One Sword Sect was not willing to offend too much, after all, if the other party really joined the One Sword Sect, his status in the sect would definitely surpass him in the future, and even at some point, an alchemy master could influence the decision of the sect.

The other sects also understand this truth, which is also the reason why they just besieged the people of the Ziyun Sect in the auction hall and did not make a dead move, after all, there are more than two hundred Dan masters here, this is not an ordinary Dan master, but a Dan master who has passed the assessment and certification of the Ziyun Sect, and the level of alchemy is far more than double that of ordinary Dan masters.

As the voice of the black-robed old man fell, the entire auction hall fell into silence for a while, the atmosphere fell into a stalemate for a moment, time passed little by little, and the secret agents sent by the various sects still did not send back any news.

......

Another three hours passed, and the expression of the elder surnamed Zhang of the First Sword Sect suddenly moved, and he didn't know when an extra jade slip appeared in his hand, and after watching it on his forehead, he showed a bit of joy, and then patted the jade slip with one hand, and looked at the people of the Ziyun Sect with a smile.

"News has been sent from the front, the Purple Fortune Sect has indeed perished, everyone, please see!"

I saw that with the old man's beating, the jade slip suddenly emitted a ray of light, and then the light converged in the air, forming a moving image.

I saw that in the image, the place where the sect of the Ziyun Sect was stationed had long since disappeared, and the sect that was originally surrounded by mountains was now only a deep canyon hundreds of miles wide, and the ravines in the canyon were vertical and horizontal, and there was no trace of the past scenery of the Ziyun Sect.

"How can this be?" Master An's old body instantly stiffened a lot, for him, who grew up in the sect since he was a child, this blow was no different from a thunderbolt on a sunny day, he was trembling all over, if it wasn't for Chu Yuyan behind him to support him in time, I'm afraid he would have been unable to stand steadily.

Now that the mountain gate of the Ziyun Sect has been destroyed, and none of the disciples in the sect are alive, everyone, is it time to make your decision, is it time to live or die?"

The old man of the First Sword Sect made his judgment with a smug expression, like a high god of death, his eyes constantly coiled on the disciples of the Ziyun Sect who were like ashes, as if as long as they dared to say a word, they would usher in his endless killing opportunity.

"Boom!"

Not long after the voice of the old man in black fell, the top floor of the auction hall suddenly burst open, and the bright sunlight shone in, making everyone a little uncomfortable for a while.

"Old man Ziyun Zong Lin Wuya, you can also call me Danjian, and the old man also gives you a choice, is it life or death?"

Standing on top of the murderous dragon, Lin Xi was like the Nine Demon Gods in charge of life and death, staring indifferently at the nearly 100,000 monks in the auction hall below, as if in his eyes, these monks were already dead!