In the Abi World, the east is the highest, the north is the third, the west is the last.

He also respects the left and suppresses the right, so he is ranked as the Sword Sect and is ranked as the South Right.

It is at the end of the twelve Taoist dynasties!

At this moment, all parties in the United Front Work Department looked at each other with many eyes, cautious and fearful, but more of them were ridicule.

It is a joke that I just shouted slogans and wanted to make the Sword Sect rise! The Sword Sect, known as the strongest combat power under the Shura Holy Clan back then, will eventually die today.

Zhengdong, the Lord of the Divine Sect narrowed his eyes and swept over the Sword Sect. His eyes flashed slightly and suddenly said, "The Lord of the Sword Sect, this man with a mask should be the disciples that Jian Daozi received during his time."

Jian Wudao looked calm, "Not bad."

He turned around, "Junior Brother Yumo, this is the Lord of the Divine Cult."

Mo Yu stood up and bowed, "The Seventh Elder of the Sword Sect, I have seen the Lord of the Divine Sect."

He looks calm, neither humble nor arrogant.

The Lord of the Divine Cult chuckled, his voice slightly sharp, "Jian Daozi has believed in Jiandao all his life and acted openly and honestly. He didn't expect that after his death, there would be an additional disciple with his head and tail exposed. It's really ridiculous."

Jian Wudao's expression changed slightly, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes, "What does the Lord of the Divine Cult mean?"

"Nothing, just say something casually."

"you……"

Mo Yu smiled and said lightly: "Senior Brother, I am clear-minded in my sword and follow my original intention. Why care about outsiders' words? Otherwise, there are so many Zhang San and Li Si in the world. Do you and I have to argue with them one by one?"

Zhang San and Li Si?

Jian Wuya's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought to himself that this seventh junior brother was so brave, but this statement was indeed very satisfying!

The Master of the Divine Cult's eyes turned cold and fell down with a strong pressure, "Don't be rude to me!"

Mo Yu looked up and looked at him, "Just just say something casually. Why should the Lord of the God Cult pay attention? Otherwise, wouldn't he be ridiculed by the world if he is so narrow-minded?"

"The benefits of words and words are useless to this leader. If you dare to offend me, you will have to pay the price." The leader of the God Cult spoke slowly, and the space suddenly solidified, and a terrible aura filled with it.

"Yu Mo was frightened." Mo Yu bowed, and his eyes suddenly shot out with a sharp look, "Is it the leader of the Divine Cult who wants to provoke a fight between Taoism?"

Jian Wudao's expression was cold, "No matter how my Sword Sect falls, it will eventually become one of the twelve lords."

The space suddenly became quiet and fell into dead silence!

The other monks in the Taoist throne of the ten directions all burst into surprise. Obviously, they never thought that the Sword Sect would dare to be so tough that the leader of the Divine Sect could not come down from Taiwan.

You must know that this person is a flaw in the world that is famous all over the world!

But soon everyone woke up. Is this... the last madness before destruction? The poor Lord of the Divine Cult, who has been strong all his life, has now hit the gun.

Just when everyone thought it was about to erupt, the Lord of the Divine Cult suddenly calmed down, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The Sword Sect may soon be no longer one of the twelve lords. At that time, I will see what you are going to do."

He looked at him with a little slight look, "The junior with sharp teeth, I will remember you."

The voice was calm and smiling, but the cold eyes made people almost clot.

The Lord of the Divine Cult waved his robe and sat upright, and said lightly: "Qinghe, time has come, open the formation."

As he fell, he lowered his head slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

As the leader of the Divine Cult and a powerful tyrant, his every move has its own profound meaning.

I targeted Mo Yu because I felt a hint of threat from him.

Although it is thin, it is enough to attract his attention!

You should know that the Lord of the Divine Cult has reached the peak of the first step in the way of heaven and may take the second step at any time.

It can make him feel threatened...Mo Yu's strength can be imagined.

But unfortunately, after a while, he tried but failed to get a conclusion.

But there is no problem, because someone will continue to take action next.

Outside the Dao United Front Working Platform, the ancestor Qinghe smiled slightly, "Old friend, I wish you good luck."

He looked solemn, raised his hand to the Dao United Front Work Platform, and pointed out with one point.

"Formation, start!"

Buzz —

On the Taoist United Front Stage, countless divine lights surged out and quickly condensed, forming several huge runes, releasing faint fluctuations, covering the entire venue.

At the same time, the sky suddenly twisted in the 365 main cities of Abi World, and the scene of the Dao United Front Work Platform slowly emerged.

Countless monks looked forward to their faces, and their expressions were full of excitement.

"The dispute over Taoism has begun!"

"It is rumored that this time, Wuji Sword Sect will take action to challenge the position of the Sword Sect."

"It's not a rumor, this matter has been confirmed. There will be a shocking battle on the Dao United Front Stage today!"

"The twelve dynasties in the southern part of our Xinjiang may need to be replaced!"

...

The ancestor Qinghe stopped and led the monks under his command to retreat, building various magic circles for the holy clan to check in the future.

The Lord of the Divine Sect spoke lightly, "Xuanyun, at this moment, Wuji Sword Sect has not taken action yet, so when will it last!"

The rolling sound echoed in the air.

The ancestor Xuanyun looked solemn, "This battle will lead to advance but not retreat!"

"There is advancement but no retreat!"

Huang Tian and other monks of the Wuji Sword Sect roared wildly.

call out--

The swords burst into the sky, and in a blink of an eye, the Wuji Sword Sect and his team flew into the Dao United Front Work Platform.

The ancestor Xuanyun's eyes swept across his body, and his body was full of aura of supremacy. At this moment, he bowed and said, "Today, Wuji Sword Sect, challenge the position of the Daotong of the Sword Sect!"

Buzz —

The entire Dao United Front Work Platform trembled suddenly, and then a large piece of scarlet light gushed out, with an extremely gloomy breath and a strong smell of blood, which made people feel heartbroken.

Master Jian Wu stood up with a cold expression, "Sword Sect, take the challenge!"

As his voice fell, the scarlet light on the Dao United Front Stage quickly condensed into two rings and floated above the two sects.

The ancestor Xuanyun waved his hand, "Today, my Wuji Sword Sect will completely crush the Sword Sect."

Swish-

A sword light flashed, and a young Wuji Sword Sect cultivator flew into the ring above his head and said aloud: "Wuji Sword Sect Qingyue, challenge all the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect's god-level generals!"

His face is handsome and his posture is calm, and he naturally reveals a sense of pride.

He raised his hand, and the long sword roared, and the sound of breaking the metal and iron!

...

Yuncheng, one of the 365 main cities of Abi, headed by the head of the Qing family, and all the powerful family members gathered together.

At this moment, a monk from the Qing family cheered, "Look, it's Brother Qingyue!"

The Qing family was restless and looked excited.

The monks from all sides around him suddenly changed their faces, and deep envy appeared in their eyes.

"Congratulations to the head of the Qing Huan family! This genius in the Qing family will not worry about not prospering in the future!"

"Yes! I didn't expect Qingyue to achieve today, and it's a great blessing for the Qing family!"

"In the future, I would like to ask the head of Qinghuan family to help us!"

All kinds of congratulations and flattery were like a tide, and the Qing family looked proud.

Qinghuan coughed, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet. A trace of pride flashed in his eyes and said calmly: "Before Qingyue, he had become a core disciple of the Wuji Sword Sect. Although he was a divine general, he could fight with the early stage monks of the King level. He challenged the sword cultivator of the divine general level of the Sword Sect, and he was able to capture it!"

"When Wuji Sword Sect replaces the position of Sword Sect and becomes one of the twelve lords in the southern part of our border, Qingyue will also return home. You will be invited to attend the Qing family celebration banquet at that time."

When the monks around him heard this, their hearts were shocked.

"Core disciple... the future achievements of the nephew of Qingyue are unlimited!" An old man sighed, his eyes showing unwillingness. Unfortunately, there was no such an excellent junior in their family.

"Don't worry, head of Qinghuan's family, we must prepare a generous gift and wait for the summons at any time!"

"When you ask the head of the family to come, you must give us an invitation, otherwise I will have to come without invitation!"

...

Yu Xuanji held the long sword in his hand tightly and stood up to salute, "Sect Master, elders, please fight!"

Jian Wuya frowned, and had some impression of the disciple, so he turned to Jianxin to look.

Jian Xin smiled bitterly, hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head without any trace.

Jian Wuya knew it and wanted to wave his hand to refuse.
To be continued...