"Elder Yun, don't worry, each of the other elders has already brought back at least seven or eight alternative disciples, you can do it, you finally brought back one, and it is still a maid..."

The white-clothed disciple smiled bitterly and shook his head.

It seems that he is really anxious about this old man in white.

"Bring back seven or eight? Hmph, this time it's not about numbers, I'll just do one!"

The old man in white was not in a hurry, and shook his head very disdainfully.

"One? Yun Lao, you're not kidding, you only brought one for such a big thing, this ...... So he's cultivated his divine breath?"

The disciple became more and more speechless.

Others don't know how important this event is, but he knows it clearly.

If the disciples brought back by the elders of these sects can come out on top, they will be able to become the supreme elders in the sect, and the importance of this is naturally self-evident.

"No, it's still far away!" the old man in white still looked indifferent.

"Far from it?Elder Yun? You are really ..... three or four of the other elders have cultivated their divine breath now, isn't your candidate disciple..."

"Hehe, what are you in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry!"

Seeing that the white-clothed disciple was about to jump up, the old man actually laughed.

"Alas, Elder, among the disciples from top to bottom of the sect, they all hope that you can become the Supreme Elder, but you ......"

The white-clothed disciple sighed repeatedly.

Yun Lao usually behaves fairly and amiably in the sect, and is the best candidate for Taishang, but there are rules in the sect, and they have to follow them.

"I still have to worry about you kid? By the way, you take her to the candidate maid, with her qualifications, there should be no problem..."

The old man in white waved his hand, signaling that the disciple could leave.

"Alas..... Yun Lao ......" In desperation, the white-clothed disciple had to open his mouth to Long San, "You come with me!"

"I'll never be able to go back there?"

Surprisingly, Ryuzo didn't move his steps, but asked rhetorically.

"Why? Many people in the Divine Realm dream of coming here, and you're not happy?"

The old man in white didn't speak, but the disciple choked first.

The maid brought back by Emotional Yun Lao is also a hillbilly, and she doesn't even know what kind of place this is....

"Hehe, as long as you become a disciple of the sect in the future, you can naturally leave casually!"

Looking at Long San with a serious face, the old man in white smiled slightly, and did not blame Long San for his recklessness.

"That's good!" Long San bowed slightly, and then stopped talking.

"Let's go, it's just a maid, and you still put such a big score, do you really think that the disciples of our sect are so easy to be? Don't even think about it without the Holy Ancestor in the later stage!"

The white-clothed disciple muttered to himself with an unhappy face.

It seems to be talking to himself, but in fact, he is talking to Long San again.

He was respectful to the old man in white, but he didn't have such a good temper towards Long San.

Within the sect, the identity of the maid and the disciple can be described as an underground and a heaven.

What's more, this white-clothed disciple is still a core disciple, so it's no wonder that he has such a reaction.

However, Long San didn't seem to hear this disciple's words, the only thing that was different from before was that his eyes became much more determined.

"Go!" the old man in white waved his hand again.

"Yun Lao, then I'll go first!"

This time, the white-clothed disciple didn't say anything, but flew directly to the Divine City in the distance.

"I don't know what her obsession is, if it can be solved, it will be a good seedling!"

After shaking his head slightly, the old man in white turned around and flew in the other direction.

On both sides of the table, just when Long San officially stepped into this divine city, on the side of Kyushu Xianlu, the army of the Xianlu Alliance had approached the foot of the immortal mountain in Kunlun Ruins.

In the distance of Xianshan, corpses are everywhere, and blood flows like a river, which is very miserable.

At this moment, in front of the mountain gate of Kunlun Ruins, there were many surviving monks, and they looked at the army surging in the distance with despair on their faces.

"Kunlun Ruins really didn't make a move, it's really ......," a monk said bitterly.

He is the city lord of Ruinanxian County. He once thought that after sending immortals to make trouble, Kunlun Ruins would come to help, but it turned out to be a big mistake.

Kunlun Ruins did not have half a disciple come forward to explain this matter from beginning to end, and even the army of Xianlu was about to reach the foot of the mountain, Kunlun Ruins still did not react at all.

"I guess Kunlun Ruins are also scared now!" someone looked at the dense army of monks in the distance, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

At the beginning, there were only about 10 million troops in the south of Chu Xuxian City.

But in the back, the armies of the four directions of the southeast, the northwest, and the northwest gathered together, and there were only more than 80 million.

Even more than the last time they confronted the Immortal Army.

"There's nowhere to escape, now there are immortal land armies on all sides, we ...... It would have been nice to know that it would have been scattered sooner..."

The rest were some of the city lords of Immortal City, and they were thinking from beginning to end that Kunlun Ruins would help.

Now they really regret that they didn't listen to the counsellor in the first place.

Kill!

Just when they didn't know what to do, a loud shout rang out in the distance.

"Destroy all the monks and take the Kunlun Ruins Immortal Mountain!"

After the earth-shattering slogan was shouted, another slogan sounded.

At the same time, the dense colorless magic weapon flew in the direction of this Kunlun Ruins Immortal Mountain.

"It's not good, hide!"

Seeing that the other party was strong, these surviving monks retreated again and again, and they were about to set foot on the Kunlun Ruins Immortal Mountain.

But just when they were almost in despair, there was finally movement on the mountain.

"A bunch of rabble even want to take down my Sect Immortal Mountain! Damn!"

A rolling sound came from the mountain, and then twelve god-like figures appeared around the immortal mountain.

They were none other than the Twelve Ancestral Witches! At this time, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, each of them exuded a monstrous aura.

"The Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array!"

After Di Jiang, who was the leader, snorted coldly, and in the blink of an eye, the 10,000 miles near the Immortal Mountain was completely covered by black fog.

I think that when they were still half-step masters, they could destroy millions of monk armies,

Now each of them is an old monster in the late stage of the Holy Ancestor, and the power of the large array laid out with this strength can be imagined.

Sure enough, as soon as the big array came out, within a moment, a river of blood rushed out.

In the big array, the slightest slogan of the previous slogan could no longer be heard, only the screams overshadowed the waves.

An hour later, the black clouds rolled away, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches turned around and flew towards the Immortal Mountain.

Looking around the fairy mountain again, there is blood everywhere, and no one is clean.

"Vomit!" The monks closest to the foot of Kunlun Ruin survived, but when they saw the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but vomit.

Some didn't even have the strength to stand anymore and just sat down on the ground.

Horror? Murderous?

They couldn't find any words to describe the strength of Kunlun Ruins.

In just one hour, there was not a single one left of the more than eighty million Immortal Land army......

This makes them say what is good.

(End of chapter)