"This martyrdom bell ...... It hasn't been rung for 5,376 years, and I don't want Lao Dao to hear this bell ringing in his lifetime. ”

Lao Dao nodded, motioned for everyone to sit down, his voice was hoarse, and his voice was gloomy: "The last time it rang, it was when it was my ancestor's generation. ”

"That time, it was the invasion of the Brahmins in the Western Fanzhou, and although the sect had come out of the last catastrophe and gradually recovered, but at that time, among the masters in the sect, there were only two people in the Taixuan Realm, and there were only seven people in the first spirit, and the rest were disciples of all levels below the first spirit, and in the face of the menacing Brahmins, they could only passively follow behind the Ziyang Demon Sect and the Jikong Temple at that time......"

Everyone was sitting precariously, as if they had returned to the appearance of when they were disciples of low-level sects, nervous, and they didn't even dare to take a breath.

"After the Boluo catastrophe, the Jikong Temple was destroyed, and nearly two-thirds of the large and small sects in Cangzhou perished, but our Louvre persevered, and several generations of people dreamed of sleeping at night, working hard to become strong, and finally succeeded in replacing Jikong Temple as the hegemonic force in Cangzhou in the next thousand years. ”

The old way chattered, and every time he said a paragraph, he had to gasp and stop for a while, but no one in the audience dared to show the slightest impatience, listening to the history of his own sect back then, a kind of tragic and proud and excited emotions spread and rose in the bottom of his heart.

"Therefore, we, the descendants, enjoy the privileges and honors handed down by our ancestors, as well as abundant resources, and now it is time to learn from our ancestors and be loyal to the sect. ”

"This time, the martyrdom bell rang, and the head of the sect, Qing Hengzi, was martyred, but our foundation has not been lost, including Lao Dao, there are nine Taixuan people, thirteen Shi Ling people, and a hard fight. ”

In the Duzhen Palace, the other eight Taixuan and thirteen Origin Spirits got up together when they heard this, and respectfully saluted the old man: "Please ask the master uncle to command, I am willing to go to the soup for the sect, and I will never give up." ”

"Good, good, good!" Lao Dao stroked his palms and laughed, and there was a sharp aura like a sword blade between his aging eyes and eyebrows, "You are all good boys, I really didn't misunderstand you." ”

"However, this matter is not just a matter of our Louvre, we have even been martyred by our own head, and other large and small sects in Cangzhou don't want to stay out of it. ”

A flash of essence flashed in the pupils of the old Dao's cloudy eyes, and the original decaying body suddenly straightened, and in an instant, an earth-shattering sword groan sounded in the entire Duzhen Palace, as if a divine sword that could cut the sky and the earth was choked out of its sheath, and the Sensen sword qi was like a pillar of heaven outside the Duzhen Palace, directly sweeping away the clouds and mist around the Great Hanging Peak, and directly cutting into the Gangfeng layer in the depths of the sky.

The sky above the entire Louvre seemed to have broken through a heavenly cave, and the brilliant sunlight poured in, dyeing the entire sect with a layer of gold.

"Qing Wuzi, you go to contact the Ziyang Demon Sect, the head of our Louvre Palace is dead, the whereabouts of the two elders are unknown, and more than 20 Origin Spirits are also dead, they should not be better than us, ask them if they want to cooperate." ”

"Qing Gengzi, posting to all the large and small sect forces in Cangzhou, just say that there is a strong enemy invading this state, all sects must resist, and the sect forces that have received the notice must send the elite of the sect to my Louvre Palace to accept unified dispatch and command. If there are those who do not follow, they will be ruthless. ”

"Qing Xiaozi, issue a sect convening order, call all the disciples who went out to come back, all the disciples who are in retreat are all out of the sect, it is a matter of the survival of the sect, no one can evade and shirk, and those who violate the order will be expelled from the sect. ”

With the orderly arrangement of the old road, the atmosphere of the entire Duzhen Hall gradually increased, the atmosphere of the coming war diffused the audience, and the morale that was originally dismal because of the death of the head of the house also quickly recovered.

When everything was arranged, Lao Dao took a breath, got up tremblingly, tried to straighten his waist, and said in a deep voice: "Qing Hengzi is dead, but this sect cannot be left without a master for a day, the most outstanding person in this battle to destroy the Dao will be promoted to the head of this sect, do you disagree?"

"Serve!"

"Serve!"

"Serve!"

For a while, whether it was the remaining eight Taixuan or the thirteen Origin Spirits, they all agreed to their promises, especially some people who had great ideas about the position of the head of the sect even had a glint in their eyes, revealing considerable fanaticism.

......

At the same time, in the Purple Pole Demon Palace, the highest in the Purple Sun Demon Sect, the evil sun was shining and the demonic aura was full of energy.

The five huge and friendless purple suns are high in the dome, radiating a terrifying huge amount of light and heat unscrupulously, if it weren't for the fact that this Purple Pole Demon Palace was made of the Purple Sun Cold Rock, it would have melted into liquid and formed a form.

It's just that although these five clusters of purple suns are high above and glowing with scorching light, it can be vaguely seen that the positions are somewhat scattered, and in fact, there are four huge holes vacant around these five clusters of purple suns, which are exactly the same size as the holes inlaid in the dome by other purple suns.

Opposite to the five clusters of purple suns on the dome, on the ground are a circle of radial seats, just spreading out in all directions with the position of those purple suns projected on the dome as the center of the circle.

By this time, forty-three people had been seated in these seats on the ground, nearly thirty fewer than in their heyday.

This is the most cutting-edge strength of the Ziyang Demon Sect, the nine Taixuan, the seventy-two Origin Spirits, although the number of Taixuan is not as good as the Louvre, but there are many more martial artists at the level of the Origin Spirit, and over time, it may not be possible to surpass the Louvre and regain the title of the first in the state.

"The martyrdom bell of the Louvre has not been rung in 5,000 years. ”

Above the dome, a domineering voice suddenly sounded, and a fierce and fierce voice sounded, shaking the entire Purple Pole Demon Palace, and the violent aura even formed a warm purple light storm that swept through the entire palace.

"My Purple Sun Demon Sect is said to have suffered a lot of losses this time, Zi Wuhui, tell me, how many people have died in our Purple Sun Demon Sect in just one month?"

Another loud voice sounded, obviously prepared: "Sect Master, in just this month or so, we have directly fallen one Taixuan, three are missing, more than twenty Shi Ling Ming Wu died, and there are dozens of people below Shi Ling, close to a hundred. ”

"In addition, the major events that we have been plotting for a hundred years have also been destroyed, and the beacon of the Shiratori world has fallen to others. ”

"Interesting, how many years have our Ziyang Demon Sect been abused like this?" Above the dome, a piercing laugh sounded, like a night owl, "Is it because our Ziyang Demon Sect has completely weakened, or is it because we have been too low-key all these years, and we have forgotten the blood that flowed like rivers and suffered in prison?"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

For a while, the entire palace was full of murderous sounds, and the surging murderous aura was like substance, distorted into painful and hideous grimaces under the bright purple light.