Chongguang, surrounded by magic cultivators, felt the unintelligible gazes of everyone, and retorted in a difficult tone: "I didn't..."
"Do you want to deny it? Sixteen years ago, in the Yu Clan, you and the City Lord Ziwei acted together. What are you looking for? Three years ago, I saw you again in the Yu Clan, and you wanted to tell me that you were going to play. Is that right?" Jin Long, who didn't know that his vest had been stripped down, said sarcastically.
Hearing this, Chongguang didn't do much, but Shen Jiulu clenched his sword: "Chongguang and Qingbo are indeed a group."
"You are looking for an artifact." Jin Long said with certainty.
It swayed close to the heavy light: "You also want artifacts."
It turned around suddenly and rushed into the void, and Longyin burst out with a terrifying anger, causing countless practitioners to hold their breath and look at the sky.
The thick and desolate voice sounded, like a demonic voice, and it went straight to the heart: "In Xiaoqianjie, don't try to find artifacts, and don't let this seat hear the word 'artifact' again, no matter who has the guts to commit this Taboo, kill without mercy."
A 'kill without mercy', said murderous, domineering.
At this moment, everyone seems to be filled with smoke everywhere, bones like mountains, and sea of blood like surging.
Everyone's eyes widened, their bodies were straight, and their muscles were tense, lest they would be misunderstood by Jinlong because of their bad attitude.
The golden dragon hovered above everyone's heads, as if a sharp blade that could fall at any time was hanging above their heads, making people tremble with fear.
It spoke again, as if there was an oracle that no one could disobey: "Yu Xiaomen, erase! Heavy light, die."
The voice fell, and there was a loud bang.
Everyone looked back and saw that the direction where Chongguang stood before has been occupied by all the magic cultivators. No matter how high their cultivation is, they are all attacking Chongguang. Order.
Chongguang finally died, under the siege of the magic cultivator.
He finally glanced at the apprentices again, and closed his eyes with regret.
He wanted an artifact, but he wanted to take the entire Yuxiaomen to ascend, and he wanted to leave this small world with his apprentices to see the more vast scenery, but unfortunately it didn't come true in the end.
Back then, when he and Qingbo teamed up against the Yu Clan, he should have thought that he would have such a day, but in the end, he still couldn't bear his apprentices.
In the end, he could not escape death.
People shouldn't be delusional.
"Master..." Anyang and Lu Yuan's legs softened and they knelt down.
They never thought that Master would leave them one day, or leave in such an ugly and tragic manner.
That old master who used to play tricks on his apprentices and pretended to be mad and foolish all day is gone, and no one will play tricks on them in the future.
But their hearts seemed to be empty, and they couldn't fill it up.
Chongguang is dead, dead without a corpse.
Before everyone could come back to their senses, a huge palm descended from the sky and pressed it down directly towards Anyang and other Yuxiaomen disciples.
"Oops." Tsinghua's face changed drastically when he saw this scene.
Yang Ming, Si Xin, and Shen Jiuliu were all there. With this palm down, the place would definitely turn into a deep pit, and the people who were still standing there would have no life.
Old Ancestor Lu is no longer calm. His younger generation is also there. Are these demon cultivators trying to wipe out all the disciples of Yuxiaomen
After the two reacted, they immediately rushed towards Anyang and others, trying to protect those innocent juniors.
But they know that it is very difficult for them to protect a few people under such a powerful force.
'boom! ' a loud bang.
The huge palm print smashed a deep pit on the ground. On the edge of the deep pit, Old Ancestor Lu was shaky while guarding several figures, and at a glance, he knew that he was seriously injured.
Old Ancestor Lu held Anyang and Lu Yuan in his hands, and under the protection of his spiritual energy, Tsinghua held Yang Ming, Si Xin and Shen Jiulu tightly.
With a 'puff', Old Ancestor Lu couldn't hold back any longer and fell to the ground.
"Ancestor." Lu Yuan shouted anxiously with red eyes.
Not far from them, Hei Crow withdrew his hand and snorted, his face eager to try: "You are brave, you are really brave, you even dare to stop my attack."
While speaking, he flipped his palm again and patted Old Ancestor Lu and the others mercilessly.
Above their heads, the majestic golden dragon that exudes golden light flicks its tail boredly, without any intention of stopping it, even if the black crow is about to kill all its acquaintances.
Well, it doesn't believe that the people of the holy mountain will watch the black crow kill.
When Old Ancestor Lu and the others closed their eyes and waited to die, a more tyrannical palm met the attack of the black crow.
The collision sound produced by the spiritual energy was exceptionally loud, and the howling wind blew past everyone, flying sand and rocks, and danger was everywhere.
The golden dragon's huge dragon eyes turned, and as expected, they really shot, tsk.
After the fluctuations generated by the energy collision disappeared, everyone could see who was blocking the black crow's attack.
That is the three elders of the Holy Mountain.
After the third elder stopped the black crow's attack, the hand he retracted trembled slightly due to pain, but his action was to stab the hornet's nest.
Bai Song walked to the black crow with a cold face, staring at the third elder with a stern gaze, and the aura of the opposition between good and evil suddenly appeared: "Are the third elders going to fight against me?"
Chen Yan squeezed his fists and said excitedly with a 'black crow style': "Want to fight? I can't wait."
Seeing that things were going in a worse direction, Sizhen flickered and came to the center of the two sides.
He looked at Jin Long with deep eyes: "You just watch them fight?"
Jinlong swam in the clouds, his majestic voice said with aloof ruthlessness: "The subordinates of this seat are just on a mission."
What it meant, Sizhen understood, the magic cultivators were performing their tasks, and anyone who stopped them was an obstacle, so fighting them down was an inevitable result.
Sizhen glanced at the countless Yuxiaomen disciples who died under Hei Ya's palm, her eyes sank, and she emphasized, "There are only Lu Yuan and Yangming left in Yuxiaomen."
He retreated to the three elders, showing by his actions that he was on the same front as them, and then he said, "Enough is enough."
Jinlong knew that Sizhen was making a statement. If he let his subordinates continue to make trouble, not only the people from the Haotian Xianzong would intervene, but Sizhen would also stand on its opposite.
While it's not afraid to fight so many people, it's clearly not happy to waste time here.
Jin Long immediately made a decision, the huge dragon's eyes flashed, and after a long moan, he indifferently ordered: "Come back."
The words fell, and the surrounding magic cultivators immediately turned around and returned to their original positions. They knelt in the blood and broken corpses, and looked at the golden dragon in the void with burning eyes, and their eyes were as if they were looking at their own gods, and they were extremely pious.
It seems that the golden dragon opened their mouths to let them kill themselves, and they would not hesitate.
In such a scene, all the monks of the righteous path were horrified.
"Another respite from the Lord." The Great Elder said solemnly.
The third elder echoed: "It is true."
Rong Xian: When this seat is saving all sentient beings, why does no one let this seat stop _(:з"∠)_
(End of this chapter)