As soon as these words came out, the countless monks on the huge mountain peaks fell into a dead silence strangely, and everyone looked frightened and frightened, and there was no sound. （ . . ）

I don't know how long it has passed, and a commotion is like a sudden wave on the surface of a calm lake, which not only breaks the dead silence, but also causes countless monks to be in an uproar.

Fifteen years ago, is there another truth?

What does Master Yan mean by this?

Also, why does he care about this?

One question after another popped up like a splash, and for a while, thousands of eyes were focused, and several elders of the Three-Yuan Sword Sect instantly became the focus of dazzling attention.

Perhaps it was these inquiring glances that made several elders feel the pressure.

The expressions on their faces changed again and again, sometimes confused and sometimes frightened, and the strange expressions couldn't help but make people think about it.

"What do you mean?"

As a party to the case, Mo Jun finally couldn't help it, and stood up to Yan Xu and reluctantly asked.

"You shouldn't ask me, but them." Yan Xu pointed to the Elder of the Three-Yuan Sword Sect who was kneeling at his feet, and his eyebrows were slightly cold and angry.

"Them?" Mo Jun was shocked, but the sense of foreboding in his heart became more and more intense and uneasy.

He seemed to take a deep breath, burying the doubts and trepidation in his heart for the time being. Mo Jun's eyes looked deeply at the three elders: "Elder, the disciple dares to ask, fifteen years ago, my Mo family was in trouble, what ......" Mo Jun bit and bit on the last two words, as if he had made great determination and courage, and pronounced the words in his heart: "What is it...... Is there something else going on? ”

"Mo Jun, let's ......" The elder who was going to fight with Yan Xu at the beginning lowered his head in shame under Mo Jun's questioning.

The second elder glanced at Mo Jun coldly and said nothing.

"Bastard, as a disciple of the Three-Element Sword Sect, are you torturing me and waiting?" The third elder who kowtowed and begged for mercy became angry for some reason, put up the majestic posture of the elder, and pointed at Mo Jun's nose is a stern reprimand.

"Hmph."

Yan Xu's eyes were slightly cold. In the middle stage of foundation building, the majesty was fully opened, like a giant hammer bombarded the elder's chest, and his body instantly flew upside down and spurted a scoop of blood.

Wow!

After the elder's body fell out and fell to the ground, he no longer dared to have the slightest arrogance on his face, but instead kowtowed at Yan Xu's feet in horror and begged for mercy.

The virtue of this soft bone provoked a boo.

"Answer the question, and if there is another nonsense, I will let you go and accompany you Supreme Elder on the road together." Yan Xu coldly withdrew his gaze from the elder. There was no joy or anger in his expression.

"Yes, yes......"

The elder kowtowed like garlic. It can be regarded as a superb in greed for life and fear of death.

Yan Xu turned his gaze to Mo Jun on the side and said, "You come to ask him." ”

Upon this lesson, this elder was truly knowledgeable and inexhaustible.

Listening to him tell the story, a piece of the past of the Three-Yuan Sword Sect was finally revealed to the world after a lapse of several decades.

The truth cannot be guessed, and many people already have some calculations in their hearts before this elder speaks.

It's just the so-called truth, just like Yan Xu's so-called, it is inevitably a little bloody. That's why most people don't think about it, or ...... It's not willing to think about it.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Sanyuan Sword Sect, between the three surnames were brothers of the opposite sex who were stumbling on the yellow earth, and the relationship was naturally good to wear a pair of pants. But the good times didn't last long, and as the older generation passed away one after another, the deep friendship of their generation was also brought into the coffin.

With interests comes naturally ambitions. Since ancient times. It is not uncommon to see examples of people who can share joys and sorrows but not wealth.

Driven by ambition, the Three-Element Sword Sect, which had condensed into a rope, gradually centrifuged. But it is only centrifugation, and it has not departed from morality. The three-element sword sect of that generation still had some scruples about the friendship of the older generation and the evaluation of them by the outside world.

This state of affairs continues until, the rise of the third generation, the passing of the second.

Thereupon. Some filthy things have surfaced one after another, intrigues, and ghosts, once a sect has these things, it will inevitably lead to fighting. And in the end, the Mo family, who stuck to the rules, became the victims of this dispute.

The Mo family gradually withered, and the population was thin. The Jiang family is getting bigger and bigger. It seems that he has become the head of the Three-Element Sword Sect. The last Tu Su clan was bent on the thighs of the Jiang family, and was willing to become a vassal from the master.

But in the third generation, the Mo family still existed, and the three yuan characters of the Sanyuan Sword Sect were never changed.

Therefore, "if you fight a snake, you will not die, but you will be bitten by a snake." Under such a so-called high-sounding reason, fifteen years ago, a conspiracy to completely uproot the Mo family finally began after brewing and fermenting.

And what happened next was actually logical.

The mission carried out by Mo Jun's parents, grandfather and others was a conspiracy, and their death was also a conspiracy. And in this conspiracy, in fact, it also includes the young Mo Jun. If it weren't for his innate five-line spiritual root garbage physique, I'm afraid he would have already been implicated in this catastrophe and burned into a pile of ashes.

The truth is often cruel, just like Mo Jun who stood on the sidelines and was stunned.

Did you kill my parents?

All my family was killed by you?

No, how could it?

Mo Jun hugged his head in pain, his head felt like it was about to crack, he still vaguely remembered his parents' teachings to him, and he also remembered his taciturn grandfather, who said to himself the most in his life, that is, he must stick to his faith, be loyal to the Sanyuan Sword Sect, and never betray him for the rest of his life.

Did their parents and grandfathers say the same thing to themselves when they were preparing for the mission, and did they know that it was a conspiracy?

If so, why would they throw themselves into the net?

But if you don't know, why do you repeatedly tell yourself when you leave, just like explaining your last words, you can arrange all the trivial things at home, big and small, properly.

Mo Jun's mind was a little messy, very messy.

"Why, why are you hurting my parents, you bastards, scum, scum......" Mo Jun let out a hysterical roar like a madman.

He rushed to the elder with a brisk stride and grabbed him by the collar: "Say, why, why, you tell me?" Mo Jun shook desperately, as if he was using this method to vent the endless anger in his heart.

A look of gloom and murderous intent flashed on the elder's face, if it weren't for Yan Xu's presence on the side, he would have been unable to help but make a move, killing this useless remnant under the staff.

"Hmph."

The elder sneered and pushed Mo Jun away.

"Deng Yu, deal with these three elders."

Yan Xu on the side spoke indifferently, Mo Jun, who had experienced this change, was in a state of turmoil, and it was not suitable to continue the contradiction at this time.

Although that would be more conducive to inspiring Mo Jun to join the Tianhao Sect, if one is not careful, the strength is not well controlled, and it is very likely that Mo Jun will be ruined.

Yan Xu didn't dare to take such a risk.

Deng Yu took away the three elders of the Three-Yuan Sword Sect, and Mo Jun's eyes were empty, and he watched the figures of the three elders go away without focus.

He suddenly spread his butt to the ground, hugged his head with both hands in pain, and his whole temperament became confused.

Tick, tick.

There were crystals falling down Mo Jun's immature face, spilling on the ground and smashing a small dirt pit.

And crying, that's a good thing.

But Mo Jun is definitely not just crying, there are more and more tears, like a continuous autumn rain. Mo Jun's throat let out a low and hoarse roar, which was anger and then restraint from death.

Yes!!!

He raised his head suddenly, this restraint reached a limit, and Mo Jun howled and cried.

This hill is silent, this battlefield is silent, only Mo Jun's howling cry is like a discordant movement, Tingting curling.

Mo Jun's crying did not gradually stop, but showed signs of intensification.

Yan Xu frowned slightly, and shouted: "Mo Jun! ”

Mo Jun's confused soul shook slightly, his empty and godless pupils gradually regained a glimmer of light, and he turned his head to look at Yan Xu in confusion.

"Zhao Yan, take him down and order his disciples to take care of him."

Yan Xu sighed lightly in his heart, he wanted to take this opportunity to recruit Mo Jun to join the Tianhao Sect, but seeing his state, he still couldn't bear it.

Zhao Yan followed the order, and when Mo Jun was brought into the Tianhao Sect, the focus of attention on this battlefield was once again focused on Yan Xu.

Countless monks trembled inexplicably in their hearts.

They suddenly realized that the young man standing in front of them was the lord of Nan'an from today onwards, and it was indisputable.

This title invisibly put a god of war armor on Yan Xu's body. He still had the same expression, the same demeanor. In the eyes of the monks of the world, there is a unique temperament that reigns over the world.

Yan Xu's gaze looked around, and all the monks in the place where his gaze passed, whether hostile or neutral, couldn't help but lower their heads, as if Yan Xu's gaze was like a knife, and their eyeballs would be burned if they looked at it.

"The Three-Element Sword Sect will cease to exist from now on, and today the head of this sect announced that the Tianhao Sect will be called the Lord of Nan'an from now on. You guys...... Can you have any objections? ”

Yan Xu's fluttering words echoed like thunder.

The thousands of monks, countless mortals, after a riot, voluntarily or forced, all bowed slightly, and a tsunami of cries and tsunamis.

Yan Xu's eyes looked to the east, and the people there were dark and short.

"We would like to respect Tianhao Sect as the lord of Nan'an."

Yan Xu's eyes looked to the west, and there was another low tide in the black ocean.

"We would like to respect Tianhao Sect as the lord of Nan'an."

Yan Xu's gaze looked south......

Yan Xu's gaze looked to the north......

"We would like to respect Tianhao Sect as the lord of Nan'an."

"We would like to respect Tianhao Sect as the lord of Nan'an."

"We would like to respect Tianhao Sect as the lord of Nan'an."

By the end, the call had been blurred, and only the seven big characters of "Tianhao Sect" and "Lord of Nan'an" could be heard, which were deafening under the sky. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )