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The middle-aged man Yuan Qi seemed to be extremely afraid of the old man, glared at Meng Ao fiercely, clenched his fists, snorted heavily, and walked back.

"Everyone is thinking about the sect, so there is no need to be so angry. The old man's voice was flat, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him: "At this time, we should be consistent with the outside world, who dares to fight in the nest, don't blame me for being polite." ”

The twelve Yuan cultivators below, as well as the middle-aged man next to the old man, Yuan Gui, only replied resignedly, and no one dared to take the old man's words seriously.

The Great Elder Taishang has a status even higher than that of the sect master, once he appears, it means that the sect has encountered a major crisis. At this time, the words of the Supreme Elder are like a holy decree, and if anyone dares to disobey them, the consequences will be extremely tragic.

Legend has it that the great elder Taishang in front of him, who was in front of him, used to be a master of the same era as the founder of the Sword Sect.

"All of you, listen up, the sect master is the symbol of a sect, the soul of a sect, and represents a sect, if a sect does not even go to the rescue of the sect master and abandons it, where is the symbol and soul of the sect? Is this still a sect? Will the disciples of the sect still have a sense of security? From then on, the face will be lost, and the mainland cultivators will be ridiculed, and soon the sect will split from the inside and gradually weaken. The old man's words, though plain and strange, were very convincing.

Sighing, the old man said again: "It is stupid to do it knowing that you can't do it, but if you don't fight when you have the opportunity, it's called cowardice! Is the Holy Land necessarily stronger than our Sword Sect? Our Sword Sect has been crisscrossing the continent for thousands of years, who on the mainland can match it? The founder of our Sword Sect, Hengdao, is even more alone in the continent with one sword, and has set up a ring in the Holy Land, winning all battles, who dares to provoke it! Why is it that in your generation, the domineering spirit of the Sword Sect is gone? The courage is gone? Speak!"

There was silence below, as if he was ashamed of the old man's scolding, and even Meng Ao, who had been opposing it just now, lowered his head and didn't dare to speak.

The old man's eyes flashed, and then he said: "Our Sword Sect can have the achievements it has today, it depends on unity, on the spirit of fearlessness, and the spirit of courage to challenge! There has never been a force that can make us bow our heads, and neither can the Holy Land! Endure when we should endure, and explode when we should not endure! Whoever dares to provoke us, we will make him pay a heavy price, even if he dies, he must die like a man, instead of stealing his life!"

The twelve cultivators below seemed to be aroused by the old man's words, and a resolute look flashed on their faces, and they no longer had any doubts about going into battle. Even if it was Meng Ao, his expression was extremely resolute, and his original idea seemed to have been persuaded by the Supreme Elder at that moment.

"Do you have the consciousness of death?" said the Grand Elder Taishang coldly looking around the bottom and said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

Thirteen majestic and powerful voices sounded in an instant, without the slightest hesitation.

In any case, the people here have extremely strong loyalty to the Sword Sect, and each of them regards the Sword Sect as their home, even if there are occasional differences of opinion, it is just a difference in the way of handling events, not for other reasons.

"Very good!" The originally sluggish body of the Grand Elder suddenly straightened up, and the whole person stood up, looking energetic, and that small body seemed to contain earth-destroying energy, which made people dare not look directly.

"Mo Yan!" the Great Elder suddenly called out a name.

Among the twelve cultivators, a man with a delicate face slowly walked out, his eyes were plain and simple, his body was well-proportioned, there was no trace of momentum in his body, and the whole person was like a hundred-year-old tree, without a trace of fluctuation.

"My subordinates are here, what do the Great Elder Taishang command?"

"Next!"

The Great Elder Taishang's right hand flashed with cold light, and suddenly threw out a bunch of keys, turned into a parabola, and flew into Mo Yan's hand, Mo Yan took it, looked at the key in his hand, as if he understood something, his expression changed, and he immediately clasped his fists and said: "I also hope that the Great Elder Taishang will take back his life, Mo Yan is willing to live and die with all his brothers, go to the Holy Land together, and never want to stay in the rear!"

The Grand Elder raised his right hand, signaling that Mo Yan didn't need to say any more, and said in a deep voice: "It's not that you want to stay in the rear, I just hope that no matter what happens, you can leave a spark for the Sword Sect." Looking at all the Yuan God level cultivators of the Sword Sect, with your surname, you are the most resolute, the most tolerant, stable and generous, the person is smart, takes the overall situation into account, understands the reason, and your loyalty can be said to be the moon, you are really the best candidate for the next sect master. ”

The old man sighed and said, "Although the Sect Master Token has disappeared with Yuan Yue, and there is no time to build it again, but this set of keys is in charge of all the treasure rooms of the Sword Sect, although it is a spare one, I am afraid that this one in Yuan Yue's hand has fallen into the hands of the Holy Land, but it cannot be retrieved." Now I appoint, Mo Yan, to officially become the sixteenth generation sect master of the Sword Sect! Immediately open the Sword Sect treasure room, select the Sword Sect members, live in seclusion, and execute it immediately!"

There was a glimmer of light in Mo Yan's eyes, he knelt on one knee, bowed deeply, and said, "Mo Yan takes his life!"

Turning around quickly, Mo Yan walked out of the door without hesitation, his steps were firm and powerful, and his broad shoulders seemed to have a very heavy burden on him, provoking the entire sect.

As soon as Mo Yan left, the voice of the Great Elder Taishang sounded coldly again: "All the sect protectors are ordered!"

The remaining eleven cultivators clenched their fists, and their faces showed extremely resolute expressions.

"Immediately gather all the disciples of the Sword Sect above the Yuan Emperor level, pack up their things, get ready, and kill the Holy Land when the third day comes! Raise the prestige of my Sword Sect, save the sect master, and destroy the Holy Land!" The old man's voice was deep but powerful, and the momentum was incomparable!

"Raise the prestige of my Sword Sect, save the Sect Master, and destroy the Holy Land!" the eleven Sect Protectors clenched their fists and shouted in unison.

Even Lin Nantian watched from the sidelines, and was moved by the resolute momentum of everyone, and his blood boiled! An incomparably strong battle intent ignited in his heart, and he couldn't wait to kill the Holy Land with them.

It's like playing a movie, the picture keeps changing and switching, step by step, here Mo Yan opened the treasure room, took away a group of potential and loyal disciples and new stars of the Sword Sect, looking for a place to escape from the world, in case something happens, and to lay the fire for the rise of the Sword Sect in the future.

And over there, the whole sect was mobilized, and all the Yuan cultivators above the level of Emperor Yuan accepted the call, put down all the affairs at hand, and rushed to the Sword Sect from all directions, gathered together, and united as one, wanting to completely wipe out the holy land from the continent.

This time is the biggest event since the establishment of the Sword Sect, which is related to the survival of the Sword Sect.

The two Grand Elders of the Sword Sect were mobilizing before the battle, while the other disciples of the Sword Sect were busy with various logistical work to ensure that the elites of the Sword Sect could fight wholeheartedly, and the entire Sword Sect was a tense and busy scene.

Lin Nantian was like a bystander, watching carefully, the blood on his body was boiling like boiling water, as if he had merged with the disciples of the Sword Sect, and before he knew it, he was already standing on the side of the Sword Sect, and the Holy Land seemed to have become their common enemy.

Time passed, as if it was just an instant, three days had passed, and at the end of the day, tens of thousands of Yuan cultivators of the Sword Sect gathered together, and under the leadership of the two Great Elders, they rushed straight towards the Holy Land through the Dao Sect's own portal.

The big war is about to break out.

However, the big war was not screened, the picture had already jumped, and Lin Nantian couldn't help but feel very disappointed, no, it should be extremely disappointed.

In fact, he really wanted to watch that world-renowned holy war, it was said that the battle was dark, the heavens and the earth changed color, the two sides fought fiercely for three days, before the victory or defeat was decided, and the fall of countless masters made him curious, especially those two great elders, what was their strength?

But it seems to have become an eternal mystery.

It's just that no one knows how that battle was fought and what it went through, and what everyone knows is only the result, and what happened will always become a mystery. The strength of the Holy Land was infinitely hidden, because in that battle, all the Sword Sect members who participated in the battle were all killed in the Holy Land, and none of them escaped, so all the images of the battle were held by the Holy Land, and they were never leaked out, becoming a permanent secret.

And the maker of this phantom pillar will naturally not know.

At this point, the picture has changed, as if many days have passed in an instant.

After the war, most of the people of the Sword Sect still stayed in the Sword Sect, waiting for the news to come, looking through the autumn water, but what they were waiting for was a group of bloody executioners.

The huge Sword Sect, the people of the sect fled in all directions, shouting and begging for mercy, a mess, countless black and oppressive holy land cultivators seemed to descend from the sky, wearing exactly the same color of demon weapons, appeared in the Sword Sect, killed people when they saw them, regardless of the old and weak, women and children, as long as they were not from the Holy Land, all of them were killed, and the means were extremely cruel.

These cultivators are expressionless, their faces are like frost, they don't even blink their eyes when they kill people, although they don't have magic weapons in their hands, but they are all so strong, none of the disciples of the Sword Sect are their enemies, and the ghosts of the entire Sword Sect who were killed cried wolf.

If the Great War in the Holy Land was evenly matched, it is now a complete slaughter.

Lin Nantian's eyes were blood-red, and his muscles were violent, and when he looked at the little girl who was jumping in front of him, a trace of blood splashed in an instant, and he didn't even scream, and a sharp claw appeared on his chest, no, it was a blood-stained hand, piercing his heart and dying.

Lin Nantian stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to save the girl, but he was powerless.

The blood seemed to be about to burst out of his heart, and Lin Nantian's whole person was about to collapse.

These demons! demons!

An old man, powerless, didn't know which cultivator's family it was, stayed at home well, but the cultivator of the Holy Land kicked in the door, his eyes looked directly at the old man, his hand rose and his head fell, and a head rolled to the ground, and the old man didn't close his eyes when he died.

A young woman with a big belly fled hesitantly, but was stopped in front of her by the cultivator of the Holy Land, just with one hand, she grabbed the throat of the young woman like lifting a hen, and lifted it up, the young woman's face turned blue, and her hands waved wildly in the air, but what she caught was the hand of the cultivator, no, it was a demon arm, and her fingers seemed to want to exert force, and then she kicked her feet and suffocated to death.

The corpse was thrown to the ground with a "thud", and the cultivators of the Holy Land watched coldly, and suddenly stepped on the bulge on the young woman's stomach with his right foot!

"Don't!"

Lin Nantian shouted heartbreakingly, and the whole person was like crazy.

But he is only a spectator, just an illusion, what can he do?

"Bang!"

Blood splattered, blood splashed on the body and face of the cultivator, but the executioner seemed to be unconscious, as if he was only born to kill, as if he did not have a trace of his surname.

"Ahh

Lin Nantian was extremely crazy, he seemed to forget that he was an illusion, he seemed to forget that he was a spectator, a strange scene suddenly happened, Lin Nantian suddenly felt that he had descended into the Sword Sect, it was very incredible, and in front of him, it was the ruthless executioner.

Feeling the real body, there was no time to think about what was going on, Lin Nantian couldn't allow a little surprise, and his right hand suddenly burst out with an incomparably strong yuan force, blasting towards the executioner.

Bullying the elderly, weak, women and children, if Lin Nantian sees death and does not save him, he will be in vain!

The back is very empty.

"Boom!"

Real touch, Lin Nantian felt as if he was back in a familiar body. This punch was full of strength and strength, bringing all of Lin Nantian's anger with him, and it was unprecedentedly strong.

However, his fist felt as if it had hit a hard stone.

I didn't use any punch power at all!

Don't break the defense at all!

The attack power is too weak.

Even...... He couldn't even hurt the executioner's magic arm.

His fists were as soft as mosquitoes.

The black demon armament, shining, seemed to mock Lin Nantian's weakness.

The cultivator of the Holy Land turned his head as if he had seen Lin Nantian, as if he had just mentioned the young woman, and he mentioned Lin Nantian.

Seeing that the hand that was grasping at him was extremely slow, as if it was approaching his eyes so slowly...... But I can't hide from it.

I can only watch the hand in front of me get bigger and bigger...... There is no way to dodge.

It was as if the surrounding space was all oppressed, and although there was a lot of open space around, there was no space for Lin Nantian to move.

Strength, this is the gap in strength.

The gap is tenfold.

Worlds apart!

Lin Nantian was held in his hand like a chicken by the expressionless cultivator in front of him, and he couldn't resist at all.

I only felt as if my throat was being framed by a large piece of iron, getting tighter and tighter, tighter and tighter.

Lin Nantian's consciousness began to blur gradually......

(To be continued)