The answer Li Xiaoyi could think of was to uproot the White Bone Mountain at all costs, even if it was a tragic injury of 1,000 enemies and 800 self-losses.

The formation of a force, from the unknown obscurity at the beginning, to the relative resistance, then the all-out resistance, and then to the final parity, the most critical thing is time.

Because there is a gap where you can breathe, there will be room for development, and then it will be deep-rooted and difficult to uproot, which is the case with the White Bone Mountain today.

There is a Netherworld Ghost Domain behind the Daomen, as a strong support, and even Li Xiaoyi is difficult to tell whether it is an enemy or a friend.

The predicament that Daomen has to face now is far more than they imagined at the moment, and even far surpasses.

Li Xiaoyi closed his mouth and stood in the middle of the elders of the inner gate, without saying a word, his eyes fixed on the various images on the light curtain.

The masters of the eighteen gates, including Jun Hao, the master of the Heavenly Desolate Gate, were all silent, and their eyes were all on the six sects of the Daomen, especially the enlightened true people of the Shushan Sword Sect.

In fact, in the last war, the most serious loss was these eighteen sects, and from the beginning to the end of each catastrophe, there would be large sects, which fell into a third-rate sect and then disappeared into the long river of years.

This is a rule, Li Xiaoyi returned to the sect this time, and deliberately read the historical materials recorded in the cultivation realm from beginning to end.

Although I haven't found any records about the Washing Sword Pavilion, like the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, which is the predecessor of the Golden Wheel Law Temple, and the six major demon sects that are now in full decline, the predecessor was also the Great Demon Sect that shook the entire cultivation realm.

In the endless years, after a catastrophe, they have disappeared since then, and the records that only exist in the jade slips are no longer known.

Someone falls off the altar, and someone steps on your shoulder to climb the altar.

Not to mention far, isn't Kunlun the best example of the sect where you are located?

As the sect with the longest history in the current cultivation realm, it also used to be the tail of the crane, such as the record seen in the Netherworld Ghost Domain, Li Xiaoyi guessed it himself.

As the leader of the Daomen back then, the Sword Washing Pavilion may have suffered a great loss in combat power because of the battle in the Yin and Ghost Domain, and then it was used by other sects to take the throne, and Kunlun may have risen at that time.

After thousands of years at its peak, after another catastrophe, he was trampled under the Shushan Sword Sect in one fell swoop, there is such an example first, coinciding with the catastrophe in the world, how could the six sects of the Daomen be defenseless.

The loss of the eighteen sects is huge, it can be said that the six sects of the Dao Sect did it intentionally, and because of this, as the master of a sect, no matter how big or small the sect is, it is not given for nothing, how can you not see the reason.

It's just that because the six sects are too powerful, and they are a seamless joint insertion, they can only swallow their anger until the final disintegration of the Daomen Alliance, which is also one of the most important reasons.

Among the eighteen gates, the most aggrieved one is the Tianhuang Gate, which had the most momentum that year, because of a sword trial meeting, it was thrown up by the Shushan Sword Sect and chose Kunlun.

When Xuanyun was in power, Kunlun's purpose was to endure everything and wait for accumulation.

After Murong Yunyan came to power, he killed people by invisible means, and this woman who likes to hide a knife in her smile used an invisible killing knife to dismember the Heavenly Desolate Gate in silence little by little.

Today's Tianhuang Gate, there is no longer the momentum of the past, the three generations of elite disciples, almost half of them died in battle, the second generation of elders, there are not a few left, as the head of the sect, Jun Hao, the realm has been staying at the peak of the real person, and there has been no progress in these years.

When Li Xiaoyi learned about the current situation of Tianhuangmen, they all felt a little pity for them, under Jun Hao's strong and domineering appearance, it was difficult to hide the fatigue and pressure in his heart, and his long hair was already black and white.

Thinking of his high spirits when he tried the sword, compared to now, it is not that he does not treat me, but that he met her in an ill-fated way.

Li Xiaoyi wanted to laugh, the silence of the eighteen doors does not mean that they have no ideas of their own, and the people who are most eager for peace and war are probably them, but unfortunately, they do not have any right to speak.

The main battle of Wushi Zhenren as always was not the main peace, but the rest of the Five Great Dao Sects actually hesitated.

In the past, the big sects were getting worse and worse in the catastrophe, but the Shushan Sword Sect broke this law in one fell swoop, and the momentum of its sect did not decline but rose.

Strength is still the most important and well-deserved leader in the Daomen.

Murong Yunyan didn't say a word from beginning to end, she stood at the bottom of the six sects, and she rarely had body language, like a beauty statue.

Li Xiaoyi watched intently, from face to body, and then from body to face, looking at it again and again.

Someone behind him looked at him again, and following his gaze, Chen Yueling also saw her, and there was a faint loss in the depths of her eyes.

Suddenly, on the side of the projected body, Murong Yunyan's beautiful face came into view, and when the corners of his mouth were hooked, he smiled lightly, Li Xiaoyi's old face was slightly red, but he refused to look away, still looking up and down.

That real back is not far away, but it is just a back, Li Xiaoyi stepped forward slowly, the elder of the inner gate looked at him in surprise, the first seat of the four peaks should not be seen, but he had already walked behind her, and then stopped.

The meeting is still going on, the Thunder Old Dao of the Dragon and Tiger Sect belongs to a more radical row, after all, the matter of the Flame Old Dao is like a knife, piercing his heart all the time, so he completely agrees with the view of the true person of the Enlightenment World, it is better to be broken than to be complete!

"For the sword, I'd rather bend than bend!" the Yunye Zhenren of the Tianyun Sect also expressed his attitude.

Neon Yan and Mr. Miao Ke of the Great Yan Sect glanced at each other, and at the same time looked at Murong Yunyan, but she smiled.

"When I was a child, I liked wolves, because the old man said that wolves eat meat, dogs eat, I thought, no matter how fierce the wolf is, it is cleaner than the dog that eats, so I raised a wolf, and the meat is supplied every day, and one day it grows up, I don't feed it, but it always looks at me with green eyes, and I know that it wants to eat me!"

The eyes of the real people in charge of the sect were already a little different when they looked at Murong Yunyan, but she was fine, and closed her mouth again.

Li Xiaoyi was chilled, not only him, but everyone in the Cloud Sea Palace.

Regardless of whether the story is true or not, the truth is clear, no one in the six sects objected anymore, and the next thing is not something that ordinary sect disciples can know.

Murong Yunyan was still standing in front of the light curtain, and the people in the Cloud Sea Hall did not dare to leave, waiting quietly.

But the resurgence of the war is inevitable, Li Xiaoyi's eyes flashed, and the excitement in his heart was inexplicable, and the Kunlun team, which was gradually taking shape, and he had a chance to show his strength.

For him, this is a great era full of opportunities, belonging to an ambitious person like him, he looked at Murong Yunyan's back again, and there was already a touch of imperceptible gloom in his eyes. 13110