Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

The six strongest men took the defeated Han Yunqi back to Hanxue Gate, went straight to the main hall, and then slammed the door shut.

"What should I do? Do we really have to hand over the saint?"

"If we hand over the Saint, what will we sacrifice to Emperor Hantian?"

"The sect has never stopped offering sacrifices to saints in the thousands of years since it was founded. If we stop offering sacrifices, will we be punished by Emperor Hantian?"

"But what can we do? You have all seen that guy's strength! Apart from listening to him, is there any other way we can do it?"

"This matter is really troublesome. On one side is Lord Hantian Emperor, and on the other side is that guy!"

Everyone looked at me and said something to each other, seeming a little unsure about paying attention.

"Why don't we petition Lord Hantian Emperor?"

At this time, Han Yunqi, who was standing aside and covering the wound on his arm, couldn't help but say.

Several of the strongest men turned to look at him, their eyes full of contempt and disdain, as if they looked down on him.

To hold the best equipment and still lose against a person who is two levels lower than yourself is to bring Han Xuemen's face to a complete loss.

In fact, this can't be blamed on Han Yunqi. If the battle was really in a normal situation, he wouldn't even need any magic weapon or elixir to defeat Lin Yanchen easily.

But Lin Yanchen happened to have Chu Tian next to him. Not to mention the cold clouds rising, even if these powerful men went up, they might not be able to win.

After discussing for more than ten minutes, the strongest people over there still could not come up with an effective solution, and their faces were filled with sadness.

At this time, the old sect leader suddenly turned around slowly and looked at Han Yunqi.

"The cold clouds are rising. Although this matter did not happen because of you, in the end it was because you lost the duel that we got into this situation. Therefore, you need to bear this final responsibility."

Listening to these words, Han Yunqi felt a trace of sadness welling up in his heart.

It has been more than four hundred years since he joined the sect. He has worked hard and devoted everything for Hanxue Sect. But now, just because of a mistake, it seems that all his efforts have been negated.

The looks in the eyes of the old sect master and several other powerful men had already completely chilled him.

But in the end he gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground with a "pop" sound.

"Disciple, I am willing to take all responsibilities!"

A few miles away, Chu Tian couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene on the system interface.

After four hundred years of hard work in cultivating the sect, and then becoming a sinner after a defeat, this Hanxue Sect is really heart-breaking!

A few minutes later, Lin Yanchen and the strongest members of Hanxuemen walked behind the statue of Emperor Hantian in Hanxuemen Square, and then pressed a button, and a door slowly opened behind the statue.

Several people entered one after another, walked down a spiral staircase, which was estimated to be about thirty meters, and finally came to a spacious space.

This space is divided into two parts. In the center of one part, there is a life-size statue of Emperor Hantian, carved from a transparent jade, with a mysterious smile on his face.

In the center of the other part, there is a coffin. The coffin is made of ice and snow. There is white mist floating above it, and you can vaguely see a person lying inside.

"Go over, this is your last chance to atone for your sins."

One of the most powerful men said, and pushed Han Yunqi hard from behind. His eyes seemed to have really regarded Han Yunqi as the sinner who caused all this.