The sword falls.

The sky is shocking!

Earth moves!

The sky above my head suddenly became dark, as if it had been turned upside down day and night, as sticky as ink.

The Taoist United Front Work Platform was trembling slightly at this moment, as if it was also trembling about this sword.

At this moment, all the cultivators who witnessed this scene were stiff at the same time, and their souls were vaguely locked by a terrifying aura.

Sharp, domineering, and with the majesty of looking down on the world and everything, it breaks everything.

The eyes of the Lord of the Divine Cult suddenly contracted, and the strong threat made his mind almost condense at this moment!

But after all, he was a super strong man whose cultivation was approaching the second step of the Heavenly Dao. He forced himself to break free at the critical moment. The aura of this sword was affected and he raised his hands and pushed forward.

"The Ancient God's Sorrow!"

With a low roar, the Lord of the Divine Cult suddenly turned pale. Obviously, this attack was extremely harmful to him.

An ancient god's phantom appeared, becoming taller and more solid, with stars and bright moon in his eyes almost like real objects. He took a step forward, and at the same time, a layer of blood appeared around the ancient god's phantom, and then turned into flames and burned wildly.

Fire red as blood!

The phantom of the ancient god at this moment is like a meteorite burning with blood flames, destroying everything.

Boom-

The terrifying power that was stirred up the darkness of the sky and dissolved the power of Mo Yu's sword.

A strange color flashed in the eyes of the Lord of the Divine Cult.

He suffered extremely heavy losses, and it was not so easy to carry out the ancient god's sorrow, and he could withstand it.

Mo Yu's body stiffened slightly, and his movements paused. He closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and showed a hint of pain.

A terrifying divine thought that was unwilling to surrender heavily penetrated into his body. This was the residual thought of the dead ancient god. It has not dissipated after countless years. It is enough to know its terrible degree.

The Lord of the Divine Cult did not pause at all, his body whistled and raised his hand to point Mo Yu's eyebrows.

Just when his fingertips were less than a few inches from the middle of his eyebrows, Mo Yu's eyes suddenly opened, and mocking was revealed in the coldness.

The Lord of the Divine Cult was shocked, and he kept lit up his finger, and the speed was faster!

But when his finger was one inch from Mo Yu's eyebrows, he could no longer fall.

A sword intent almost condensed into substance, covering his body.

puff--

The sharp weapon pierced the sound of flesh and blood, and the figure of the Lord of the Divine Cult retreated, and a bloody mouth became added to his chest, and the blood wet the robe.

His face was pale, his eyes were full of shock and confusion, "How can you resist the remnant thoughts of the ancient god?"

Mo Yu was silent. In the soul space, the runes of the ancient soul-suppressing tree inheritance were constantly flashing.

But this involves him, and naturally he won't say much about the biggest secret.

He raised his hand, the sword trembled, and the Lord of the Divine Sect let out a muffled groan, and the sword intent of suppressed in his chest burst out, which immediately made his whole chest blurred blood. Originally, the sword wound, which was just a small mouth, was almost torn apart, and became a transparent hole.

Even with the will of the Lord of the Divine Cult, he couldn't help but sweat coldly at this moment, and a white light appeared in his palm. He pressed his chest. The terrifying wound soon stopped bleeding.

Mo Yu's expression was calm, but it was just a surface healing. The injury caused by the Xuanhuang Sword could not be easily recovered.

There was another trembling sound from the long sword in his hand!

The face of the Lord of the Divine Cult changed drastically. With the "crackling" sound, all the wounds on his chest collapsed again!

Although it is not as terrible as the first time, the damage caused is even heavier!

"Yu Mo! Do you want to kill this leader? You are not afraid of touching the holy clan and bringing down the wrath of thunder!"

Shura...

A trace of coldness that was not easy to detect in the depths of Mo Yu's eyes, but soon there was a little confusion.

I doubt that Jiang Wujie, or the ancestor Xuanhuang, all the news I received will be questioned.

It is hard to say what kind of relationship is the destruction of Emperor Xuan and Shura and the Holy Demon clans.

After suppressing these thoughts, Mo Yu's expression became more and more indifferent, "Divine Sect, should we interfere in the affairs of the Sword Sect?"

The Lord of the Divine Cult's face froze!

He could feel Mo Yubing's hidden murderous intent indifferently.

If he didn't give a satisfactory answer, he would really dare to kill him!

Madman... This is a madman...

The Lord of the Divine Cult was cold inside. Although he was unwilling to accept it, he had to lower his head under the threat of death.

"The Divine Cult, from now on, will never be involved in the affairs of the Sword Sect!"

After saying that, he suddenly felt a hot face and turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." Mo Yu spoke lightly, ignoring his shameful gaze, turned around and raised his sword, and swept around, "Who else do you have any intentions that are not good for my Sword Sect?"

At the point of the sword, the monks in the ten directions of Taoist dynasties were all stiff, and the heart was uncontrollable, and a cold feeling surged out.

With the lessons of the Lord of the Divine Cult, they had no doubt that Mo Yu dared to attack them!

More importantly, he has such strength.

After all, even if this matter is a big deal, they will unreasonably rule that the Sword Sect will be defeated first.

The Holy Clan has always been fair in matters of Taoism and may not be on their side.

A silence.

Mo Yu nodded, "Very good! Since you have no objection, then my Sword Sect will announce the final ruling."

"The Wuji Sword Sect failed to challenge the Daotong status of the Sword Sect. The Wuji Sword Sect will be disbanded immediately according to regulations. All the wealth and interests of all the sects belong to the Sword Sect."

On the Wuji Sword Sect, everyone's face was bloodless in an instant, and their minds were almost collapsed.

"No! You can't imagine disbanding the Wuji Sword Sect!" Xuanyun's ancestor suddenly shouted, and a strange red light surged in his eyes while breathing heavily, "It's you! It ruined all my arrangements and all my hopes!"

"Die! You deserve to die!"

boom--

The terrifying sword intent erupted from inside his body, chaotic and violent!

Going into a devil, sword intent goes wild.

This scene that appeared on the Heavenly Dao Sword Cultivator was really staged in front of everyone's eyes.

The Lord of the Divine Cult took the opportunity to retreat, and expectation surged deep in his eyes.

A cultivator of the Heavenly Dao Swordsman may not be impossible to go wild, so he pulled Mo Yu to accompany him to bury him.

"Die! Die!" He roared in his heart.

Mo Yu frowned and then returned to calm. He took a step forward, and the sword in his hand suddenly shook.

Extremely sharp, piercing through gold and iron!

The majestic and noble sword aura blasted into the mind of the ancestor Xuanyun, causing him to appear a little stiff in his crazy state.

puff--

The long sword pierced through the middle of the eyebrows, and a few drops of blood splattered, falling beside the wide-open eyes, all of which was unwilling to accept it.

Mo Yu coldly put away the sword and watched the corpse fall, feeling a little glad. If the ancestor Xuanyun had not been in a mess, he would not have been able to do so. With the help of the king-level Xuanhuang Sword, he could easily kill him.

If it really goes wild, a Tiandao Sword Cultivator will be terrifying to think about it.

He let out a gentle breath and swept his eyes. Wherever he passed, all the eleven Taoist practices were bowed.

Mo Yu turned around and said, "I'm alive."

Jian Wudao's lips trembled slightly, and he suddenly struggled to get up, bowed on one knee, "Jian Wudao, see the sect leader!"

Jian Wuya and others changed their expressions slightly, and then they realized that Jian Wudao had not had enough time, and was arranging the future for the Sword Sect. A hint of sadness surged in their hearts, but their movements did not stop and they knelt down immediately afterwards, "See the Sect Master!"

In the rear, countless disciples of the Sword Sect bowed down at the same time.

"See the Sect Master!"

The storm waves rushed straight into the sky, and countless sword sounds echoed in the sky!

...

Yu Xuanji's heart beat, and he looked at the black mask, his eyes became extremely soft without realizing it.

Beside her, Zi Yan's beautiful eyes were full of excitement, her mouth slightly opened and gasped, and her pretty face turned red.

"Seven Elders...Sect Master..."
Chapter completed!