"Elder Black," the Fire Altar Lord's anger surged, the corners of his eyes were red threads, and he turned his head to Elder Black and said, "You have been respected for a hundred years, not in vain, but you have a heavy responsibility! ”

The black elder covered his face with a veil, and no one could see his expression, but everyone suddenly felt that his gaze swept across several altar masters.

"Actually......"

As soon as his strange voice was indistinguishable, several people immediately stopped, and the hall was silent.

"As for the Guiyuan one, I have already chosen," Elder Black stretched out his hand slowly, "It's ......"

Everyone followed the point and looked at each other.

"Huh?" the altar master was caught off guard, and his pale face was very shocked, "Actually, I curse to cultivate a vein?"

"That's right. Elder Black nodded calmly in confirmation.

There was silence in the temple.

After a long time, there was a sound of "bang-", and the owner of the fire altar smashed the high chair under the seat, and the faint fire rose to the sky.

"Fire Altar Master!" "The Book Altar Lord immediately shouted, "Don't be presumptuous and bold in front of the ancestor!"

His fierce words immediately provoked several altars to speak out and help echo each other.

The Fire Altar Lord's face turned blue and white, but he still endured his anger.

The literary lord next to him turned to Elder Hei and said lightly, "I don't know Elder Hei, why did he make such a decision?"

"Isn't it customary for me to decide?" said the Black Elder with a tilt of his head, "Or do you not want to?"

The chest of the literary world is undulating, and it is obviously blocked lightly.

"Although it is up to Elder Black to decide, there needs to be a reason to be able to convince the people!" said the Fire Altar Lord immediately.

"It should be like this!" The martial arts master also stood up and said, "The mantra cultivation lineage has been weak since ancient times, although there is an endless inheritance, but the system is not complete, heaven and earth should not, it is difficult to have a chance to ascend to the sky!"

"That's true......"

"There is still ...... need to be considered"

“......”

All the altar masters agreed, gossiping, and refuted one after another.

The Lord of the Altar was just happy, but also silent, and his face was delicate, like a mask.

"What you said, I understand a little, and I don't understand a little......" Hei Changlai suddenly interrupted and said slowly, "However, I understand one thing, the heaven and the earth change, the spiritual law changes, and a hundred years is too short, like day and night. But thousands of years later, the vicissitudes of the world have changed like a river......"

He pointed to the people in front of the hall and said slowly, "...... At that time, the path of cultivation was uncertain, and only the remnants of the sound were cultivated......"

There was silence all around, and then there was an uproar.

"How can this be true!" the Lord of the Fire Altar shouted loudly, "Who knows what the future holds?"

"Even if the future sound cultivation is respected, the present return to the Yuan will be practical!" The cold voice of the martial altar master was like a sword chanting.

The master of the literary world suddenly pointed to Xia Chen, who was holding aside and couldn't move, and said, "When you say Yin Xiu, it seems that you mean these rootless scattered cultivations?"

Elder Hei was blunt, nodding his head and admitting, "They are indeed a ...... of the same vein."

The uproar was even stronger, and even the Lord of the Altar was shocked and shook his head slightly.

"Elder Black, although you are a hundred years ago, you were passed down from the previous generation. The master of the book world frowned, pinched the folding fan, and said coldly, "If you seduce outsiders, you will also be sentenced to the crime!"

"Ah, that's right!" the Fire Altar Lord shouted, "Bold Black Shadow, do you have evil intentions, what kind of conspiracy can't you achieve?"

The altar masters such as instrument cultivators and beast cultivators next to each other looked at each other, some wanted to persuade, but they didn't know how to speak.

Seeing that everyone was indignant, Elder Hei shook his head lightly and said indifferently: "I have no ill will towards my own sect, how can it become a conspiracy? ”

"What an unruly man!" "The Fire Altar Lord shouted loudly, "You want to resist my Nine Altars with the strength of one person?"

The tail of the black elder's robe fluttered, and his tone was calm: "I never thought of this. But whether you accept it or not, it doesn't matter to me. If you want to treat me as a traitor and sweep me out, it's also your choice. All I can say is, with a clear conscience!"

"Lord of the Fire Altar, please be calm. The literary lord glared at her and said, "Don't make a fuss!"

"What a clear conscience!" The martial altar master suddenly shouted, "This is my cultivator, he should have the demeanor, with your words, this seat will be on your side!"

"You ......" The fire altar master next to her, seeing her suddenly change her position, couldn't help but be stunned, and her face changed.

The martial arts lord swept away the cold eyes and didn't care.

At this moment, the three altars of instrument cultivation, beast cultivation and dust cultivation glanced at each other, suddenly moved and stood behind the master of the altar.

They have several altars, like the lord of the altar, they have always been not taken seriously, and they often advance and retreat together, and after seeing this experience, they can be said to empathize, so they found the situation and looked at each other tacitly, and they suddenly decided to support.

In this way, the contrast between several parties immediately becomes subtle.

"Boom-"

At this moment, a loud noise came from the depths of the hall

"This is it!"

"Senior Brother Xia Chen!"

“...... Brother, are you okay?"

“......”

A moment later, a group of monks dressed in peculiar costumes and distinctly different from the main sect entered.

Because of the gift of returning to the Yuan, almost all the elites of the sect gathered here, but they didn't expect to be attacked by someone through the back door.

"Who?!"

"It's that group of loose cultivators!"

"How did they get in?"

"Where's the formation at the back door?"

"Like...... Destroyed?!"

"How is that possible?!"

“......”

The disciples of the sect in the hall immediately panicked.

didn't have time to worry about the disputes in the door, the lord of the book altar led all the altar masters, stepped forward quickly, and shouted: "What do you want to do when you come to my hall and disturb my big gift?"

The people who broke in were on the way to test the Fa, and the disciples of several Yin cultivators, I don't know which faction they belonged to, they all walked together.

In one of the teams, someone suddenly pointed to the corner and shouted, "Look, the positioning of the sound is correct, it is indeed Senior Brother Xia Chen!"

"He's been caught?"

"I don't know if I'm hurt......

“......”

There was no one to answer the question of the master of the book world.

However, these intruders on the monks seem to have leaders, although they are scattered, but the whole is not chaotic, surrounded by the outfield, and there is a faint tendency to encircle everyone in the hall.

The lord of the literary world had a gloomy face, swept his eyes, and immediately shouted: "The disciples of the sect listen to the order, and they will work together to resist the enemy!"

All the altar masters also spoke one after another, and the surrounding disciples immediately settled down, drew their respective weapons, and loyally shouted and stepped forward, pounced on the nearby enemy.

At this time, the disciples of Yin Xiu on the opposite side suddenly rushed a few people, coming straight to the head of the altar master, the sword light moved, obviously they were all close soldiers, and the blood was brave.

"Hugh is going to be rampant!"

The martial arts lord screamed, drew his sword and greeted him.

The lord of the literary world followed closely, before the person arrived, his sleeves were already waving, and the "snort" sounded continuously, and nine sharp green gases flew to the opposite side.

The master of the book altar in the back stood still, indifferently tidied up his clothes, faced the sky, and saluted respectfully. The aura gathered, turned into a waiter, holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and rushed forward.

With the display of Bingge, there was immediately chaos on the scene.

The figures on the outside, the figures on the inside, the back and forth, the clothes are sassy, the vitality collides, crackles and vibrates, and roars.