Chapter 646 The sentiments of the ancestors

Author: Beginning of Summer Rebirth

Chapter 646 The sentiments of the ancestors

"Thahoo!"

A hoarse voice suddenly came from a cliff surrounded by clouds and mist.

Following the sound came hundreds of huge, weird Mohist spaceships called Wu Ling Bao, on which were densely packed disciples of the Eighteen Sects. If you look carefully, you can clearly see that those disciples are all holding spiritual herbs, weapons, and Wu Yun Stones.

Pill...

There are also spiritual beasts of various sects lying beside the boat.

It can be said that you are dragging your family with you!

"Puhu" came from a certain disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect. He escaped with pleasure, which was the first time in the thousands of years since the Eighteen Sects founded the sect.

That's right! The eighteen sects reached a consensus of opinion in a very short period of time. Even though some elders of the sect hold the tragic and heroic idea of ​​coexisting with the sect, they cannot withstand the balanced analysis of interests by most elders.

Although I don’t know who came up with this idea, it was only proposed by Xuantian Sword Sect, but if you think about it carefully, it is already the most reasonable idea in the face of a disaster!

After all, it’s not just my family abandoning our sect and running for our lives, we are all embarrassed together.

As long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about running out of firewood. Even if the ancestors return, they will not be blamed.

If he succeeds in fighting for his life in Fulong Mountain, it will be a dramatic comeback and a decisive victory!

Wonderful!

"Xin Zhuo, Xin Zhuo!"

Song Tianxing, Yu Zhuji and Liu Qingfeng, a group of peak masters, held the sect's mountain-protecting spiritual treasure and stood on the bow of the boat facing the wind, looking ahead, inevitably feeling emotional.

The man who carved the inscription on the teaching throne certainly deserves his reputation!

The people on the ninth floor of the True Yang Tower are truly extraordinary!

Is he the chosen one who came to save the Eighteen Sects?

Could it be fulfilled today?

"Buzz——"

At this time, the command flag waved by the master of Lingyun Sect came from ahead.

Hundreds of Lingbao spaceships stopped in unison and quietly fell into the swamp at the bottom of the cliff.

After a moment, a graceful and charming figure, carrying a majestic momentum like an abyss, came in a flash, stopped for a moment in mid-air, looked at the cliff, and then left quickly.

The martial arts barriers in the Hunyuan Void Realm are everywhere, rising and falling between the virtual and the real, making people's hearts tremble.

That witch!

Fortunately, at noon, in the abyss under the mountain, the mixed mist will never melt for thousands of years, which can block the perception of the five degenerate masters of heaven and man!

Seeing the demon girl go away, Song Tianxing and others looked at each other, and their feelings towards Xin Zhuo became more complicated.

The east and west roads are not advisable. You should take the bottom of the cliff at noon...

Indeed it is!

Liu Qingfeng quietly returned to the boat where the disciples were standing at Jianjian Peak, and looked forward with his hands behind his back, with an awe-inspiring aura.

The master's wife Chu Siniang on the side smiled: "You have accepted a good disciple. This kid Xin Zhuo is really amazing!"

Behind him were Nangong Wentian, Su Liuli, Bai Jiansan who was injured, Wang Hui and others, including Zhao Yizhu who was holding the fairy-like little Huang like an ink painting, quietly surrounding the master and his wife.

Su Liuli suddenly looked at Zhao Yizhu and chuckled: "I suddenly understand why someone like Junior Sister Zhao wants to be that guy's wife."

Everyone also looked at it.

No wonder Xin Zhuo, a young junior brother, can hold a beautiful woman in his arms, but it’s hard not to accept it.

Zhao Yizhu didn't know how to answer. He just held Xiao Huang and nodded slightly. His gentle and graceful appearance made people feel inexplicably peaceful.

"Don't relax!"

However, Master Liu Qingfeng shook his head gently at this time: "He just gave a reasonable suggestion, but the final result is still unknown. This battle will still be difficult!"

"yes!"

All the disciples clasped their fists.

Hundreds of ships continued to move forward and soon passed through the bottom of the cliff. When they reappeared, they had reached the southern foot of the Fulong Mountains.

…

"..."

Zhongyun Mountain Peak.

Nearly a hundred ancestors of the eighteen sects were silent, but their eyes showed confusion.

The initial doubts and scoldings against Xin Zhuo disappeared.

Because they also clearly saw that disciples from all over Qingyu Mountain and Shanwu retreated at the critical moment.

Then a little yellow dog actually delivered a message for Xin Zhuo.

I don’t know what the letter said, but the Eighteen Sects made a move that defied heaven and fled as a whole, escaping the immediate killing blows from Tian Xie, Gui Qing Sect, the Demon Girl and the Wild Beast.

The ancestors were angry at first. In the thousands of years since the founding of the Eighteen Sects, had there ever been such a despicable act?

However, when I calmed down later, I felt that it was the most reasonable, and it was better than having the sect's inheritance wiped out one by one.

What's more, since everyone is doing the same thing, no one will lose face.

After reviewing it again, I suddenly discovered that this seemed to be that kid’s idea!

Looking at it this way, it turns out that the boy is not stupid, but rather a bold and capable person.

Ancestor Li Guofu of Lingyun Sect glanced at Chu Zongwei gently, and the latter smiled back.

Daozhen, the headmaster of Xuantian Sword Sect, chuckled and said: "It's a material that can be made!"

…

"This kid is really..."

In the sky above Dazhou, the father and son on the broken boat naturally saw Xuanxu and couldn't help but sigh.

…

"Kill him! We must not let this kid live!"

"The Eighteen Sects are all a bunch of disciplined, stubborn mediocre people. How could such a treacherous and cunning boy come out!"

"Half of Dayan's plan has failed!"

"In the future, when all races come to the world, saints, emperors and eternal geniuses will come to earth, how will they deal with themselves?"

"Kill him!"

Angry roars came from the dark clouds.

…

The top of Bawangzhai Mountain.

Xin Zhuo is squatting on the ground writing and drawing. If you look closely, you can see that it is a simulated scene of a landscape, the direction of a city, and a battle with dense figures.

The woman who had been out for a few hours flashed back from a distance and looked at him again. Her face was solemn and fearful, and then she also stared at the "graffiti" on the ground.

can't read.

I could only sigh softly: "I know why you moved a tiger leather chair and ate melon seeds. You figured out that the battle between Tian Xie, Gui Qing, Desolate Beast and the Eighteen Sects was going on here, and you were watching the excitement!

Are you sure they will act according to your plan?"

Xin Zhuo said nothing and continued to write and draw.

The woman said again: "You are really bold and have such a big plan. I really underestimate you."

Xin Zhuo still didn't make a sound.

What the hell is the plan? It's just a coquettish snake-skin move and a little trick, and the timing is just right.

He has been studying the mountains, rivers, geography, and people's grasp of this area for half a month.

"You are different from others. I wouldn't have thought of the ideas you have come up with."

The woman sighed again, "At least I can't think about influencing the actions of the Eighteen Sects. This is not what a disciple should think about. I'm even thinking about whether you were born after birth, and whether you have experienced several eras.

The old monster?”

"That's a good idea, don't think about it next time!"

Xin Zhuo stretched out, yawned, wiped away the graffiti on the ground with his feet, and sat back on the tiger leather chair, "It should be there soon!"

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, sat cross-legged and picked up a melon seed: "Jiang Ji?"

Xin Zhuo: "I don't know, just assume it is!"
To be continued...