Yu Hua was unwilling and asked the sky angrily.

This trip is said to be to kill Yang Jian, but in fact, what he wants more is an answer.

He wanted to figure out, what the hell was the damn trend?

Could it be that their interception of religion is doomed to disappear, and that they deserve it after all?

Yu Hua had already given up the attack at this time, he knelt on the ground, wept blood and asked the sky.

"I intercept the teaching, there is no class, and ten thousand immortals come to the court. ”

"I intercept the glorious galaxy, the sky is as proud as a cloud, and the demons are like rain!"

"I intercepted the sect and defeated all the opponents, and the twelve golden immortals were vulnerable, rampant, and there was no defeat;"

"I intercepted the teaching for three nights, led the Yellow River to nine songs, and the golden Jiao cut it off, and cut off the immortal immortality. ”

"I intercept the sect and stand alone in the world, ten unique, ten thousand immortals, no one can stop it!

"The catastrophe of the gods, the wind and rain, some people hug their heads and cry, some people conspire and calculate, only I intercept the teaching, bloody songs, bloody battles!"

"Only I would rather die than give in, intercept the heavenly machine, and fight for my life with the sky!"

Yu Hua burst into tears and asked, "But why did I die when I intercepted the sect?" Thief God, you tell me, why did I intercept the sect die like this!"

Yang Jian sighed lightly, even if he was proud, he had to admit that this was a respectable enemy.

"It is up to people to plan things, and it is up to heaven to make things happen!"

Tang Mo looked at Yu Hua and said coldly, "The world is chess, one step and three counts." Let me tell you why the sect is dead! Because there are not enough sects!"

The sect is intercepted, the galaxy is splendid, Zhao Gongming alone, the twelve golden immortals who are pressed can't raise their heads, and there are even three nights to sweep the second generation of disciples of the sect.

In the catastrophe of the gods, the people of the sect fought bloodily until death, even if they knew that they were dead, there were some things to do.

There is no doubt that the interception of religion is respectable.

However, being respectable is of little use.

The exposition of the teachings is more than the interception of the teachings, so he is more interceptive of the teachings, and the Buddhism is counted more, so it has become the biggest victor among the gods.

Yuan Shi Tianzun did not care about the face of the Heavenly Dao Saint, and the moral Tianzun was partial, these were all external reasons.

The most important reason is that the Tongtian Sect Master has never thought of taking the initiative to face it.

It wasn't until the last moment that the Tongtian Sect Master woke up and set up the Immortal Sword Array, wanting to seek justice for the sect, but at that time, it was too late.

"Rules are meant to be broken! The general trend is used to overthrow! The poor monk only believes that man will conquer the sky!"

Tang Mo took his hand and looked at the distant western sky.

If everything is destined, then he Tang Mo is not destined, becoming a chess piece, and in the end, contributing himself and becoming an outcast.

He Tang Mo will use this so-called catastrophe, the so-called general trend, to strengthen himself, but he will never believe in any general trend.

There is at least one thing that he agrees with, and that is to fight for his life with the heavens.

"Rules are meant to be broken!

An eternal sigh came from above the Nine Heavens, and the figure of the Tongtian Sect Master dressed in black appeared in Taihua Mountain.

"It's a pity that this seat realized too late!

The Tongtian Sect Master looked at Yu Hua, sighed faintly, and said, "Idiot! Why is this the case?

"Master, Master, is that you?"

Yu Hua looked at the Tongtian Sect Master, grabbed the Tongtian Sect Master's sleeve, and spoke excitedly.

In the eyes of the Tongtian Sect Master, there was a little complication, in the Tribulation of the Gods, Yu Hua's reputation was not obvious, only a bloody flying knife in one hand, and he had some fierce reputations, but in the eyes of the Tongtian Sect Master, he didn't care about these at all.

Yu Hua is not even a direct disciple of his Tongtian Sect Master, Yu Hua's master is Yu Yuan, Yu Yuan's master is the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, and the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit is the generation of disciples of the Master of the Tongtian Sect.

Zhao Gongming is different from Yu Hua, he belongs to the saint's disciple, is the personal disciple of the Tongtian Sect Master, and is a second-generation disciple.

But it is such a one, the remnants that were not put in the heart of the Tongtian Sect Master at all in the past years are now shocking the Tongtian Sect Master.

I intercept the galaxy and the stars compete for glory, even an unknown disciple like Yu Hua has such a will, but why did my interception of the sect die?

The eyes of the Tongtian Sect Master flashed with coldness.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth change, the saint is angry, and the heavens and the earth change color.

The Tongtian Sect Master stood there, stepping on the sunset, looking like an ordinary person, unremarkable, but between his gestures, there was a divine posture.

He looked young, but his eyes were filled with a kind of vicissitudes of eternity, which showed that he was no longer young.

His black robe danced wildly in the wind, and it was gorgeous in an instant, so that people couldn't help but worship it, this was not due to coercion, but a kind of spontaneous avenue.

The Tongtian Sect Master retracted his aura and said to Yu Hua, "The Tribulation of the Gods, thousands of years have already passed, and things are not people!"

Frankly speaking, in the past, he Tongtian Sect Master didn't even know that there was such a person as Yuhua, but now, it was this Yuhua who was giving out the last cry for the sect that had long since disappeared.

"Yuhua! Forget it! It's not up to you!"

The Tongtian Sect Master stood with his hands in his hands and looked at the place outside the sky.

This is what this seat should bear!

My two brothers owe me, and this seat will one day make them pay it all back.

"I can't forget! I can't forget! Master, I intercept the disciples of the sect to fight for their lives with the heavens, and I will not regret the death! I intercept the disciples of the sect who would rather sing in the blood than in the house! Disciple, I can't forget!"

Yu Hua burst into tears, knelt in front of the Tongtian Sect Master, and spoke excitedly.

The Tongtian Sect Master's heart was shocked, and he closed his eyes.

Yes!

I can't forget that Gongming asked for advice under his knees, and I can't forget that Sanxiao made an oath to be a saint and be on a par with Nuwa.

I am the leader of the sect, how can I forget all this?

The Tongtian Sect Master is a Heavenly Dao Saint, the Saint has done nothing, he has witnessed too many ups and downs and disillusionment, so there are very few emotional fluctuations, and today, I don't know how many times his heart has fluctuated.

The Tongtian Sect Master looked at Tang Mo and said, "Little friend, this seat wants you to ask for a favor, can you bypass the life of my former disciple?"

"Poor monk Tang Sanzang, I have seen a saint!"

Tang Mo bowed to the Tongtian Sect Master.

This is not fear, nor anything else, but respect for strength, a kind of respect for the saints of the Heavenly Dao.

He looked at the Tongtian Sect Master, and was full of emotion for this legendary Tongtian Saint.

As soon as the Tongtian Sect Master opened his mouth, he was a favor, the favor of the Heavenly Dao Saint, this is really generous enough.

However, Tang Mo didn't care, he said to the Tongtian Sect Master, "This matter of Yuhua, the poor monk can't sit still, this is the grievance between the Yuhua donor and the poor monk's apprentice, and it depends on what the apprentice of the master says!"