Chapter 435: History repeats itself?

The old man's voice was still dull, but it was very unquestionable.

The middle-aged man Yuan Gui seemed to be extremely afraid of the old man, glared at Meng Ao fiercely, clenched his fists, snorted heavily, and walked back.

"Everyone is thinking about the sect, so don't be so angry." The old man's voice was dull, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him: "At this time, we should be consistent with the outside world. If anyone dares to fight in the house, don't blame me for being polite."

The twelve practitioners of the Yuan Dynasty below, as well as the middle-aged man Yuan Gui, who was next to the old man, responded timidly, and no one dared to take the old man's words seriously.

The Supreme Elder has a higher status than the Sect Master. Once he appears, it means that the sect has encountered a major crisis. At this time, the words of the Supreme Elder are like imperial edicts. If anyone dares not obey, the consequences will be extremely tragic.

Legend has it that in front of you, the Supreme Elder of Jiang Mu, was once a master of the same era as Hengdao, the founder of the Dao Sect.

"Listen, everyone, the sect leader is a symbol of a sect, and the soul of a sect represents a sect. If a sect is not even captured and abandoned, where is the symbol and soul of the sect? Is this still a sect? Will the disciples of the sect feel safe? From then on, they lose face and are ridiculed by the cultivators of the mainland. Soon the sect will split from the inside and gradually weaken." Although the old man's words are plain and strange, they are extremely convincing.

After sighing, the old man said again: "It is stupid to do it even though he knows it is impossible, but if he has the opportunity, he doesn't fight. That's cowardice! Is the holy land necessarily stronger than our sword sect? Our sword sect has been spreading across the continent for thousands of years, who can match it on the continent? Hengdao, the founder of our sword sect, has made a single step forward in the continent with one sword, setting up a arena in the holy land, and winning every battle. Who dares to provoke it? Why in your generation, the domineering power of the sword sect is gone? The courage is gone? Talk!"

There was silence below, as if he was ashamed of the old man's scolding. Even Meng Ao, who had been opposing just now, lowered his head and dared not speak.

The old man's eyes shining, and said, "Our Knife Sect can achieve today's achievements rely on unity, fearless spirit, and courage to challenge! No force can make us bow our heads, and the holy land cannot do it! When we should endure, we should endure, and when we shouldn't endure, it will explode! Whoever dares to provoke us, we will make him pay a heavy price. Even if he dies, he will die like a man, rather than live alone!"

The twelve cultivators below seemed to be aroused by the old man's words, and a determined look flashed on their faces, and they no longer had any questions about going to fight. Even Meng Ao's expression was extremely firm, and his original thought seemed to have been persuaded by the Supreme Elder at that moment.

"Do you have the awareness of death?" The Supreme Elder looked around coldly and said deeply.

"have!"

Thirteen powerful and powerful sounds sounded in an instant without any hesitation.

No matter what, everyone here has a strong loyalty to the Knife Sect. Everyone regards the Knife Sect as their home. Even if their opinions are occasionally different, they are just different ways of handling events, not other reasons.

"Very good!" The elder's originally depressed body suddenly stood up, and his whole body slapped and looked strong. The small body seemed to contain energy that was like destruction, which made people dare not look directly at it.

"Mo Yan!" The Supreme Elder suddenly shouted a name.

Among the twelve cultivators, a handsome man slowly walked out of his eyes, his eyes were plain and simple, his figure was well-proportioned, and there was no trace of momentum in his body. His whole person was like a century-old tree, without any fluctuations.

"I am here, what are the instructions of the Supreme Elder?"

"then!"

The Supreme Elder flashed a cold light in his right hand, and suddenly threw out a bunch of keys, turned into a parabola, and flew into Mo Yan's hand. Mo Yan took it, looked at the key in his hand, as if he understood something, his expression changed, and he immediately bowed: "I hope the Supreme Elder will take back his life and death with his brothers, and go to the holy land together, and never stay behind the formation!"

The Supreme Elder raised his right hand and signaled Mo Yan not to say anything. He said in a deep voice: "It's not that you want you to stay behind the formation, but I just hope that no matter what happens, you can leave a fire seed for the Knife Sect. Looking at all the cultivators of the Knife Sect at the level of the primordial spirit, you have the most resolute, tolerant, steady and generous, smart, considering the overall situation, understanding the truth, and your loyalty can tell the Riyue, which is really the best choice for the next sect leader."

The old man sighed and said, "Although the token of the sect master has disappeared with Yuan Yue, there is no time to build it again, but these keys are in charge of all the treasure rooms of the Knife Sect. Although they are spare, the one in Yuan Yue's hand may have fallen into the hands of the holy land, but it cannot be retrieved. Now I appointed Mo Yan, officially become the 16th generation sect leader of the Knife Sect! Immediately open the treasure room of the Knife Sect, select the members of the Knife Sect, hide in the world, and execute it immediately!"

A shimmer flashed in Mo Yan's eyes, he knelt on one knee, bowed deeply and said, "Mo Yan takes the order!"

Turning around quickly, Mo Yan walked out of the door without hesitation, his steps were firm and powerful, and his broad shoulders seemed to have put down a heavy burden, carrying the entire sect.

When Mo Yan left, the voice of the Supreme Elder rang coldly again: "All those who protect the sects will receive the order!"

The remaining eleven cultivators bowed with fists and showed an extremely firm expression on their faces.

"Immediately gather all the disciples of the Yuan Emperor level of the Sword Sect to pack up their things and be prepared. Three days later, kill the holy land! Show off the majesty of our Sword Sect, save the sect leader, and destroy the holy land!" The old man's voice was heavy and powerful, and he was extremely majestic!

"Put up the might of my sword sect, save the sect leader, and destroy the holy land!" The eleven guardians clenched their fists and shouted in unison.

Even Lin Nantian watched from the side, and was moved by the decisive aura of the crowd, and his blood was boiling! An extremely strong fighting spirit ignited in his heart, and he wanted to kill the holy land with them.

Just like playing a movie, the picture constantly changes and switches, gradually moving forward. Mo Yan opened the treasure room here and took away a group of potential and loyal disciples and stars of the Knife Sect, looking for places to escape the world in case of any accidents, and also lay the seeds for the Knife Sect's future rise.

On the other side, the entire sect mobilized, and all the Yuan cultivators at the level of Yuan Emperor and above were summoned, put down all the affairs at hand, rushed to the Dao Sect from all directions, gathered together, united as one, and wanted to completely erase the holy land from the mainland.

This time, it is the biggest incident since the founding of the Dao Sect. It is related to the survival of the Dao Sect. If you fail, you will be successful!

The two Supreme Elders of the Dao Sect were mobilizing before the war, while the other Dao Sect's disciples were busy with various logistics work to ensure that the elites of the Dao Sect could fight wholeheartedly. The entire Dao Sect was in a tense and busy and lively scene.

Lin Nantian was like a bystander, watching carefully. The blood on his body was boiling like boiling water, as if it had merged with the disciples of the Knife Sect. Before he knew it, he had already stood on the side of the Knife Sect, and the holy land seemed to have become their common enemy.

Time passed, as if in just a moment, three days had passed. At Chen, tens of thousands of cultivators from the Knife Sect gathered together and, led by the two great elders, rushed straight towards the holy land through the Knife Sect's own portal.

The war is about to break out.

However, the war was not shown, and the picture had already jumped. Lin Nantian couldn't help feeling very disappointed. No, it should be extreme disappointment.

In fact, he wanted to watch the world-renowned holy war. It is said that the battle was dark and the world changed color. The two sides fought fiercely for three days before they decided to win and lose. The death of countless masters made him curious, especially the two Supreme Elders. What are their strengths? Are there any masters that match them in the holy land?

But this seems to be a permanent mystery.

But how the battle was fought and how it went through, no one knew. All everyone knew was the result. What happened was the mystery forever. The strength of the holy land was hidden infinitely, because in that battle, all the sword sects who participated in the battle died in the holy land, and none of them escaped. Therefore, all the images of the battle were mastered by the holy land and never leaked out, becoming a permanent secret.

And the creator of this illusion column naturally would not know.

The picture at this time has changed, as if many days have passed in an instant.

After the war, most of the people of the Knife Sect stayed in the Knife Sect, waiting for the news to come, looking through the autumn water, but what they waited for was a group of bloody executioners.

In the huge sword sect, the disciples fled everywhere, shouting and begging for mercy, and there were countless dark and dark cultivators in the holy land seemed to have descended from the sky, wearing magic weapons of the same color, appeared in the sword sect, and killed everyone when they saw them. No matter the elderly, weak, women and children, as long as they were not from the holy land, they would kill them all, and their methods were extremely cruel.

These cultivators all had expressionless faces, their faces were as cold as frost, and they didn't even blink their eyes. Although they did not have magic weapons in their hands, they were all so powerful. None of the disciples of the Sword Sect were their enemies together, and the entire Sword Sect was killed and howled.

If the war in the Holy Land was evenly matched, it now turned into a complete massacre.

Lin Nantian's eyes were bloody and blue veins bulged. When he looked at the lively little girl in front of him, a trace of blood splashed in an instant, without even screaming, and a sharp claw suddenly appeared in his chest. No, the blood-stained hand was pierced into his heart and died.

Lin Nantian stretched out his hand as if he wanted to save the girl, but he was powerless.

The blood seemed to be about to pop out of my heart, and Lin Nantian was about to collapse.

These demons! Demons who are killed in heaven!

An old man, without the power of a chicken, didn't know which family member of the cultivator was, staying at home, but the cultivator of the holy land kicked in the door and looked directly at the old man. His hands were raised and his head rolled to the ground. The old man didn't close his eyes until he died.

A young woman with a big belly fled in a wandering way, but was blocked by the cultivator in the holy land. She grabbed the young woman's throat like a hen and lifted it up. The young woman's face turned blue and waved her hands around the air. She caught the cultivator's hand. No, it was a demon armed force. Her fingers seemed to want to exert force, but then she kicked her feet and suffocated to death.

The body was thrown to the ground with a "bang". The cultivator of the holy land watched coldly, and his right foot suddenly stepped on the bulge on the young woman's belly!

"No!"

Lin Nantian shouted heart-wrenchingly, and his whole body was still crazy.

However, he is just a bystander, just a virtual image. What can he do?

"Bang!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and blood splattered on the cultivator's body and face. The executioner seemed to be unconscious, as if he was born just for killing, as if he had no trace of human nature.

"ah!"

Lin Nantian was extremely crazy, as if he had forgotten that he was a virtual image, as if he had forgotten that he was a spectator. A strange scene suddenly happened. Lin Nantian suddenly felt that he had descended into the Sword Sect, which was very incredible, and in front of him was the cold and ruthless executioner.

Feeling the real body and having no time to think about what was going on, Lin Nantian could not be surprised at all, and his right hand suddenly burst out with an extremely strong Yuan power and blasted towards the executioner.

If Lin Nantian oppresses the elderly, weak, women and children, he will be useless to do so!

The back is very empty.

"boom!"

With the real touch, Lin Nantian felt that he seemed to have returned to his familiar body. This punch was full of strength and strength, bringing all Lin Nantian's anger, unprecedented strength.

However, his fist seemed to hit an extremely hard stone.

He did not exert any punching power at all!

No defense at all!

The attack power is too weak.

Even... he couldn't even harm the executioner's magical armed forces.

His fists were as soft as mosquitoes.

The black magic weapon was shining, as if mocking Lin Nantian's weakness.

The cultivator of the holy land turned around and seemed to see Lin Nantian. He raised Lin Nantian just now as if he had mentioned the young woman.

Seeing the hand that was grabbing him, the speed was extremely slow, as if it was approaching his eyes so slowly...

But I can't escape it.

I can only watch the hand in front of me grow bigger and bigger...

Unable to hide.

It seemed as if the surrounding space was completely oppressed. Although there were many open spaces around, there was no space for Lin Nantian to move.

Strength, this is the gap in strength.

The gap is 100.

A world of difference!

Lin Nantian was lifted by the expressionless cultivator in front of him like a chicken, and he could not resist at all.

I only felt that my throat was framed by a large piece of iron, getting tighter and tighter.
Chapter completed!