Inside the main hall of the Dao Palace, it became extremely quiet.

Outside the hall, the voices of countless Donglai Sect disciples crying in horror came in, forming a stark contrast.

Lu Daoyun, Wei Jianglong, Qi Yuantu, Zhang Mingjun and others, all of whom are Tianjiao geniuses from all over Anzhou, are proud of their talents and extraordinary identities, and they usually return to their respective immortal doors and families, and they will also be treated as guests, and the elders dare not accuse them at will, and this Donglai sect master is just a decaying old man, not worth mentioning, but after this old man said such a thing, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became strange, which seemed to make them feel a little depressed.

Even Zhao Hong, who was eager to try, did not immediately open his mouth to refute it at this time.

He felt that what this old cultivator said was ridiculous and ridiculous, but he felt the solemnity of the surrounding atmosphere, so he didn't dare to take it lightly.

"My husband's words are ...... wrong"

It was at this moment that a polite voice broke the silence.

The one who spoke was a gentle Qingyun in a white robe, and with a smile on his face, he bowed lightly to the old sect master.

"Are you from the South China Sea?"

The old sect master of the Donglai Sect looked at Qingyunjian, and seemed to see the difference between him and Lu Daoyun and the others at a glance.

Qingyunjian nodded his head and said softly: "The old man's words seem to be sincere, but he doesn't agree very much, between the world and the world, you must work hard and go to the next level, there are many strong people in the world, above the nine heavens, and stand between the heaven and the earth." The eastern soil is like this, the ancient families have been inherited for thousands of years, and they are in charge of the fate of one side, and the southern Xinjiang is like this, the major witches and immortals are worshiped by all departments, especially gods, and before my Zunfu entered the Northern Regions, how could the Northern Regions not be like this? At that time, the Youdi and the Three Great Dao were in full swing, and they were not also above the immortal gates of all parties?"

As he spoke, he laughed lightly and said: "Fifteen hundred years ago, Emperor Wu Zu exterminated the Three Dao Realms, expelled the Emperor You, and since then he has replaced him, built the Zun Mansion, and unified the nineteen states of the Northern Regions, and now it is just a continuation of the tradition of the Three Dao and the You Emperor back then, why can you be willing to sacrifice the treasure of the Spirit Mine at that time, why do you feel that you have been robbed of something now by me? Could it be that just because the bloodline of my Zun Mansion comes from the sea, I am not qualified to be the lord of the Northern Regions?"

Hearing Qingyunjian's words, Lu Daoyun and the others suddenly turned lighter.

It was as if the words were uttered and the invisible pressure above their heads was removed.

"Zunfu boy, when you say such a thing, you feel that you can sit on top of the head of the Northern Regions creatures?"

The Donglai Sect Master listened to Qingyunjian's words, but shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said: "Emperor You, the Lord of the Three Great Daos, are just stronger people from the Northern Regions, even they don't feel very different from others, but you are different, your Zunfu bloodline came to the Northern Regions just to be the master, you regard yourself as an emperor and a god, but you have never regarded yourself as a person from the Northern Regions!"

"That's why you've never treated the creatures of the Northern Regions as your own, or as people!"

"You have been in the Northern Regions for 1,500 years, robbed countless spiritual vein resources, and destroyed countless immortal gates, but what have you done for the Northern Regions?

"The immortal sects of all parties are attacking each other and fighting endlessly, isn't it that the Zunfu is worried that we are sitting big and deliberately provoking?"

“......”

“......”

He said coldly, every time he said a word, Qingyunjian's face became ugly, but he still remained calm, and said lightly: "What the old man said is mostly suspicious words, I think that before my Zunfu entered the Northern Regions, the major immortal sects in the Northern Regions were self-cherishing, closed-door cultivation, and the Divine Passage Method, when did ......I make half a point of progress?

"Before my Zun Mansion came, Emperor Youdi and the Three Great Dao Sects also fought for many years, and the battles were endless, but it was because we unified the nineteen states that we avoided a big war, although the small immortal gate below was still often fighting, but that was not the original intention of my Zun Mansion......"

"Do you want to say that my Northern Regions monk has fallen willingly, and he deserves this calamity?"

"Do you want to say that my Northern Regions monk is a servant of your Imperial Mansion, but it is better than controlling your own destiny?"

"Nonsense!"

Before Qingyunjian finished speaking, the sect master from the east suddenly sank: "What do you say that my Northern Regions Dao Law can't progress, those thousands of methods, endless classics, are they all born out of thin air?" What do you say to help me accompany Tianjiao in the Northern Regions, hehe, those peerless geniuses have all been snare by your Zunfu and have become lackeys of the Zunfu, and how many of them have grown up?"

"All things in the world have their own way, when your Zunfu comes, you will be high, take away my resources, cut off my immortal path, rob my inheritance, kill my disciples, occasionally throw bones out, and say how much you have done for my Northern Regions, why is this?"

He shouted loudly, and he was already furious, and his anger seemed to be about to pounce on Qingyunjian's face.

And this questioning also made Qingyunjian silent, and his face also became indifferent, and after a long time, he said lightly: "The world is like a deer, the virtuous live in it, my ancestor emperor has defeated the Northern Regions overhaul, set up a palace, and should be above the nine heavens, the monks of the Northern Regions, unwilling, but not self-improvement, only full of complaints, how can it be to practice the right path?"

"Haha, you're right!"

Unexpectedly, the old sect master of the Donglai Sect listened to Qingyunjian's words, and actually laughed and agreed with his words, and his expression gradually cooled down at this time, but the colder it gets, the more there is some kind of power hidden in it, Sen Ran said: "In the cultivation world, the strong are respected, and there is such a person in your Zunfu for 1,500 years, so naturally he should be above the cultivators in the Northern Regions, and my Northern Regions monks can't oppose you, so I can only accept this insult temporarily, but if you think that being a slave of your Zunfu is the life of our Northern Regions monks, then you will underestimate us......

"Cultivation and cultivation, cultivation is a heart that does not accept fate, my Northern Regions is not as strong as now, but there will always be some people like the old man, unwilling to admit the life of this slave, after all, if you say that the cultivation of the Northern Regions, you are born to be inferior to your Zunfu bloodline......

When he spoke, his voice seemed to be full of dark thunder: "The old man doesn't believe it!"

With the last four words spoken, he suddenly stood up, his rickety back was straight at this time, and then his palm slapped to him, and at his feet, a worn-out sword box shattered with a bang, and a somewhat dim sword light jumped out of it, it was a flying sword, but I don't know how many years have not been out of the sword box, giving people a sense of sluggishness.

The old sect master raised his hand and grasped the flying sword, and with a swipe of it, the sword light was bright and dazzling.

Then he shouted loudly, holding a flying sword, dignified, with endless anger, and slashed down on the head of Qingyunjian!

......

......

"It's not good, the old thing dares to be bad for the bloodline of the Zun Mansion?"

Seeing this change, Lu Daoyun and the others were suddenly shocked, and suddenly reacted, Zhao Hong was the first to shout, raised his hand to shoot out a cloud of black light, and wrapped around the old sect master, and Lu Daoyun and the others also rushed forward with swords, full of three gods to build the foundation, and the surrounding arrogance flowed, as if destroying the withering and pulling the cleverness, straight towards the old sect master who seemed to fall as soon as the wind blew!

That old sect master is already too decayed, it can be seen that his Dao foundation is not strong, maybe it is just a low-level leyline foundation, and it may even be a spirit pill foundation, plus he is old and frail, and he does not have too much elixir nourishment, so his entire body has been decayed, although he is a high-level foundation building, but these Divine Dao foundations in the field, even Zhao Hong, feel that they can easily defeat him!

Shinto foundation building is the person with the highest talent in the foundation building realm, and it is the top.

And this old sect master represents the lowest end of the foundation building realm, and is the most ordinary type of people.

The gap in this is not even something that can be made up by the level of cultivation!

Therefore, when they made a move, they all felt that they should be able to defeat this old sect master easily.

But what no one expected was that the result was different from theirs!

......

......

Whoa......

The old sect master stepped forward with his sword, his body was already straight, as if there was some kind of inexplicable power, supporting his decaying body in the deepest part of his body, standing not far from him, he could even hear the sound of blood flowing rapidly in his body, facing the attack in front of Lu Daoyun and others, he suddenly glared angrily, turned around and swept, and in an instant, his divine power appeared, and he circled around the hall.

Facing his gaze, Lu Daoyun and the others, Mo Ming felt cold, and the power of the occult law in his hand was much weaker for a while, and he even felt that the sword of the old sect master seemed to have an indescribable power, far exceeding their imagination, and his body was uncontrollable, and he was forced by the sword power that rushed to his front like a wave, and he took several steps back, his face was full of disbelief.

They are such a Shinto foundation, they are extremely arrogant, and they were actually forced to retreat by an old cultivator who stepped into the coffin with one and a half feet?

How is this possible?

How could such an old repairer, who was about to run out of oil, show an almost invincible momentum at this time?

"Buzz ......"

And after a sword forced back Lu Daoyun and others, the flying sword in the old cultivator's hand became more and more dazzling, and on the sword body, an invisible power was brewed, and that kind of power was still increasing rapidly, ignoring the general increase of the limit, he strode forward, and forced back Lu Daoyun, Wei Jianglong, Zhao Hong, Zhang Mingjun and others with a sword, and he had raised his sword and slashed down towards Qingyunjian.

"Did he cultivate some secret method?"

And at this time, the most surprising thing was Fang Gui.

His little face was full of surprise, and he looked at the old sect master of the Donglai Sect incomprehensibly.

He didn't understand how the power on the Donglai Sect Master came from, it was beyond the old sect master's cultivation limit, for a while, Fang Gui even wondered if this old sect master had cultivated some secret method to enhance his strength, but in fact, he also knew that it was not because of the secret method, he couldn't feel the breath of the secret method from the old sect master, he could only say that this was the power that burst out of himself.

Only, what exactly is this power?

Why do you feel a little in awe even when you face this old cultivator?