"Tao Hongjing, the time I gave you has come up, but judging from your appearance, you want to fight me to the end." In the sky, the leader's face was gloomy, and his tone was full of gloom.
As the leader's voice fell, Tao Hongjing felt waves of pressure suddenly coming down. The pressure during the Tribulation Period was so strong that the Maoshan Sect was suddenly in panic.
Although they had put life and death aside before, they were still afraid when death was imminent.
"Senior, our Maoshan sect's address has been decreed by our ancestors. We must never give it up. If our seniors really want to force us, then I, the Maoshan sect, will never agree to it even if I die."
Tao Hongjing's voice sounded faintly, and his tone was full of determination and perseverance.
"Presumptuous," the leader in the sky glared and shouted coldly: "A waste in the late stage of integration dares to disobey my orders."
Suddenly, Tao Hongjing's throat tightened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Master," several senior officials around Tao Hongjing gathered around him, looking at the leader in the sky with anger.
"Hmph, today, I will decide the address of the Maoshan sect. If you don't retreat, I will kill you," the leader said disdainfully, his voice shaking everyone's hearts.
"Guard the sect and never retreat," someone suddenly said, and for a moment, everyone responded.
"Guard the sect and never retreat until death," waves of voices rang out from the mouths of the disciples of the Maoshan sect. Thousands of people shouted in unison. The momentum was so powerful that even the strong men in the tribulation stage in the sky had their faces change wildly. .
"Okay, since you don't know how to commend me, then don't blame me for going on a killing spree," the leader of the Tribulation Period shouted angrily: "God has a good heart. I will not kill those who surrender today, but I will kill those who resist. No forgiveness,”
As he said this, this man stamped his palm, and his strength in the Tribulation Stage was earth-shattering.
"Work together to defend," Tao Hongjing shouted, and he and a group of senior officials took action in unison, trying to resist the leader's attack.
"boom,,"
There was a huge trembling sound, and a huge shock wave made everyone in the Maoshan sect fall one by one like rice in the strong wind.
Tao Hongjing's hair was messy and blood was spurting out. He looked at an elder and shouted angrily: "Brunei, why don't you take action?"
Brunei smiled ashamedly: "Master, I want to live,"
With that said, Brunei flew towards the leader and shouted: "Senior, save my life, I am willing to tell all the secrets of the Maoshan sect,"
"Brunei, you despicable villain," Liu Dehua glared at Brunei flying further and further away with his tiger eyes, and cursed through gritted teeth.
He never imagined that when things came to a head, the Supreme Elder Brunei, who had always been the main fighter, would be the first to betray.
"Hahaha, very good. After we take Maoshan, you will be in charge of Maoshan," the leader said with a smile on his face, looking at Brunei and laughing: "Those who know the current affairs are heroes. As long as you surrender, not only will you be able to If you don't die, you can still take charge of Maoshan,"
"I surrender,"
"I surrender too,"
Suddenly, figures one after another flew up and flew towards the leader.
"You...you must be going against the instructions of your ancestors," Tao Hongjing looked at the departing disciples with a tearing pain in his heart.
These people include elite disciples of the sect and senior leaders of the sect. Before this, each of them worked conscientiously for the sect. But in the face of death, they finally gave up their most noble dignity and became the rebellious people. .
"Master, we don't want to die," an elder said bitterly, but his eyes were full of guilt.
"Okay, okay, okay," Tao Hongjing let out a long sigh: "Your choice may be right, but I, Tao Hongjing, will still fight to the death for my ancestors. I just hope that your butcher knives will not be aimed at our own people. "
As he spoke, Tao Hongjing straightened up: "All disciples of the Maoshan sect, listen to the order."
"The disciples are here," countless voices sounded, converging into a huge sound wave that made the world change color.
"Swear to defend the Maoshan Sect to the death, and die without complaint," Tao Hongjing roared, and the peach wood sword in his hand erupted with sword energy, which was extremely fierce.
"Defend the Maoshan sect and die a hundred times without resentment." The remaining members of the Maoshan sect were filled with passion and their eyes were blood red. A war was imminent.
"Okay, since you don't know how to praise me, don't blame me for being ruthless." The leader smiled coldly: "Everyone, feel free to kill."
"Okay," the remaining four Tribulation Stage cultivators looked fiercely in their eyes, and they all used their magic weapons, preparing to pounce on the Maoshan Sect.
"Hmph, who dares to move?" At this moment, a strong murderous aura suddenly came from the sky and the earth, making the faces of the five monks who were in the tribulation period stiffen.
They all turned their heads and looked deeply at the space above the sky.
I saw a trance-like fluctuation there, and a group of monks appeared behind that space.
Needless to say, these people are naturally Chen Feng and the others. Long before the enemy invaded, Chen Feng and the others had been hiding behind this world, watching every move of the people below. Chen Feng’s move was to test the people of the Maoshan Sect, because, Zhang Ruonan said that she wanted to carry forward the Maoshan sect, so Chen Feng had to check it for her.
At this moment, Chen Feng was quite satisfied with most of the Maoshan disciples. Those who could risk their lives for the sake of their ancestors were definitely loyal to the sect.
"It's you," the leader suddenly shrank his eyes, and then looked at Chen Feng coldly, his eyes full of hatred.
"It's me, Zhang He. I never thought we were really destined," Chen Feng said with a smile, and slowly flew towards Zhang He.
This person was none other than Zhang He from the Zhang family in Cangzhou City in the past. He was spared a life by Zhang Hu that day, but unexpectedly he was now in Chenzhou's territory to dominate.
At the same time, Zhang Ruonan and other Maoshan disciples also flew into the Maoshan sect's camp.
"Chen Feng, it's really hard to find a place after wearing iron shoes. It took no effort to get here. You ruined my plan in the past. Today, I will kill you personally to avenge my son." Zhang He suddenly burst out laughing: " More than half a year has passed, and I didn’t expect that you have improved so quickly and are already at the early stage of transcending the tribulation. However, I am now in the late stage of transcending the tribulation, and with these brothers around me, it will be easy to kill you."
Perhaps in order to cooperate with Zhang He, the other four monks all released their own auras, and they were all in the middle stage of transcending the tribulation.
Chen Feng looked at the five people indifferently, as if looking at five clowns, with only deep contempt in his eyes.
"Do you really think you can kill me," he said mockingly, with a hint of provocation.
Now he can kill even a strong man in the Mahayana stage, let alone five monks in the Tribulation Stage.
"Rampant, in the early stages of the Tribulation, I can easily kill them," Zhang He said, eyes full of violence, and he flew towards him.
He would no longer hold back against Chen Feng who killed his son.