Xuanzang came to the sphere of influence of the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land and disguised himself as a passing casual cultivator.

When I was passing through a sect, I happened to see such a scene.

"It's time for your sect to pay tribute, do you know?" said a Great Dao Venerable wearing the costume of the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land arrogantly stood at the mountain gate of a small sect and said to a green-robed old man with a sad face.

The green-robed old man frowned, and explained in a very low voice: "This envoy, our Muhua Sect just paid tribute a hundred years ago, and in such a short period of time, we really can't get so much Dao source power!"

"Can't take it out, ask your sect master to come out and speak! The last tribute was collected by the Dustless Palace, and this time it was my Taiyuan Hall to collect the tribute, could it be that your sect master doesn't look down on my Taiyuan Palace?" Venerable Yihe said coldly, not saving face at all.

The green-robed old man bowed again and said, "The Sect Master is in retreat and cultivation, please ask the Envoy for a while longer!"

"If you can't pay the tribute, you still want to cultivate well, it's just looking for death!" Venerable Yihe showed impatience in his eyes, scolded angrily, and then directly swept with his divine sense without scruples, and soon found the core area of the Muhua Sect.

"Come out to the deity!"

A big hand turned into the size of covering the sky and the sun, and fell in the sky above the Muhua Sect.

Thundered!

That area was not only a retreat place for the sect master and several elders, but also a lot of genius disciples cultivating nearby.

Before this palm fell, a violent shout came from a cultivation room in the most central position.

"Yihe, you deceive people too much, won't you let my Muhua Sect survive?!" A green-robed middle-aged man rose to the sky, holding up a huge seal in his hand and directly resisting the big hand that covered the sky.

Venerable Yihe laughed strangely and said: "Hehe, naturally no one cares about you when you pay tribute, if you don't pay tribute, then you will not be at peace!"

"Since the Heavenly Spirit Holy Lord advanced to the Half-Step Path Master, your Holy Land has started an endless oppression of our affiliated sects, and there are simply no way for people to live, there are already three different branch halls to ask for tribute, and the resources needed for our elders' cultivation are not available for such a toss!" The green-robed middle-aged man said hatefully while resisting the big hand that covered the sky with all his might.

Venerable Yihe's eyes flickered, and he said truthfully: "The deity doesn't want to tear his face like this, but the source power of the Great Dao that the Holy Lord needs to continue to fuse the Great Dao is an astronomical amount, so he can only come and slaughter a fat sheep that has been raised in captivity for many years......"

"Fat sheep, is this how your Heavenly Spirit Holy Land treats our affiliated sects?" a trace of anger appeared in the eyes of the green-robed middle-aged man.

"Otherwise?" Venerable Yihe sneered, "If the Holy Land needs it, you vassals should take the initiative to donate all the resources, instead of letting us come and take them again and again, if you don't show your loyalty at this time, then what's the use of you?"

The green-robed middle-aged man suddenly laughed when he heard this, his chest rose and fell twice, and then he looked helpless to accept it, and said, "Okay, please Lord Yihe go back to the Holy Land first and wait for two days, and after two days, this sect will personally present all the resources of the Muhua Sect!"

"Okay! the deity is waiting for you!" Venerable Yihe nodded, turned his back into a golden light and disappeared above the Muhua Sect.

No one noticed that when Venerable Yihe left, a faint mockery hung on the corner of his mouth.

The green-robed middle-aged man stood quietly in place, and after most of the day, after not feeling the breath of Venerable Yihe, he immediately began to issue orders.

"All the elders listen to the order, and immediately gather in the Wood King Hall with their own disciples and various resources, and this sect will include you in the inner world, and from today onwards, you will leave the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land and go to the Lilong Holy Land to develop!"

Within the Muhua Sect, the various elders acted very quickly, and the valuable items in the dojo were all stored in the Dao Vessels, and some gifted disciples were notified to carry out secret transfers.

Most of the remaining disciples were regarded as outcasts, staying to buy time for the transfer of the Muhua Sect.

After the Wood King Hall was assembled, the green-robed middle-aged man waved his hand and included the entire Wood King Hall in the inner world, and his body turned into a faint pale white light and flew out of the Muhua Sect.

"Medicine Sect Master, where are you going?"

A faint voice came.

Hearing this familiar voice, the green-robed middle-aged man's face changed greatly, and he exclaimed, "Venerable Yihe, haven't you already left the Muhua Sect?"

"Hmph, I have already seen through your little tricks, I will give you another chance, tie your hands and return to the Holy Land with me to be judged, otherwise, the deity will kill you!" Venerable Yihe showed his bright silver teeth and said calmly.

The green-robed middle-aged man's eyes flickered, the power of the Great Dao in his body slowly condensed, and he said, "How will the Holy Land judge me?"

Venerable Yihe squinted, as if he had noticed the green-robed middle-aged man's secret actions, and his face showed murderous intent.

"If you don't cherish the opportunity given to you, then just die!"

More than six hundred avenues rose from behind Venerable Yihe, and in an instant, a little cold light gradually expanded and then turned into a sword light that spanned hundreds of millions of miles.

The green-robed middle-aged man felt a death crisis, and more than 200 avenue phantoms behind him vibrated together, and now there was only one word in his mind-

Escape!

The farther you run, the better!

This hall master of the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land had already moved his murderous intent towards him, and if he didn't escape before the Thunder Attack, he would have no chance.

A very painful look appeared on his face, and he took out three Dao weapons that were not of low grade between his hands, and as soon as his mind moved, he rushed towards Venerable Yihe with three Dao weapons.

"Boom!"

Boom, boom, boom......

The surrounding void shook violently, and the chaotic air flow was instantly evaporated.

The huge explosion drowned out the sword light, and the green-robed middle-aged man took this opportunity to burn his qi and blood and perform the Yuan Shen Technique.

Sou!

A ray of blood flashed in place, and the next moment it was gone.

In the explosion, another golden light was chased, and Venerable Yihe's eyes were full of cold colors, "I actually directly blew up three Dao weapons, which is decisive enough, but you can't escape this way! Dao weapons are wasted, but it's a pity that ......"

The speed of the golden light far exceeded that of the blood ray, and it didn't take long for it to intercept it.

"Do you still want to run? No, it's a fake!"

Venerable Yihe swept his thoughts, and he found that he had been deceived, and hurriedly chased in another direction.

It didn't take long for the green-robed middle-aged man to be intercepted.

"Yihe, really don't give us a way to live?"

A number of overlord-level elders appeared beside the green-robed middle-aged man, all of them with faces as if they were dead, and many of them looked at Venerable Yihe with a begging expression.

"I don't need to tell you what will happen if you dare to betray the Holy Land?" Venerable Yihe said expressionlessly, his eyes full of killing intent.

As soon as the words fell, an incomparably bright sword light flashed, and more than a dozen Dao Overlords below, including the green-robed middle-aged man, disappeared in an instant, and the Yuan Shen was annihilated by the aura of destruction attached to the sword light.

The Wood King Hall exploded, and many of its genius disciples also died one after another, leaving only avenues that were about to dissipate in the field.