Grasping Evil

Yuanjuegu, at this moment, is in a state of desolation.

Sect Master Zong Ze, who is sitting in the hall at the moment, with white eyebrows and white beard, deep sweat, and usually shocked face, is quite nervous today.

In the early days of Jindan, happiness and anger should have been invisible, but when Yuanjuegu was in danger today, he could not calm down no matter what.

In the hall, there are a total of seven cultivators, hundreds of people, looking at Zongze!

"Zongze! Hand over the relic! I am Mo Shengzong, but I found out that the elder of your sect, Hou Lian, has obtained this relic from Taizu's barren hill a few days ago! This is the treasure passed down by the state of Wei, and you deserve it in Yuanjuegu. I don't want to be alone with my family!"

An old man in a purple cassock, with silver hair and beard, was not angry and arrogant. When he questioned him, the breath of the golden core swept across the hall!

Under its aura, Zong Ze complained incessantly, and was even more powerless to resist its pressure.

In the early stage of Jindan, its strength is fundamentally different from the peak of Jindan. The purple-robed cassock in front of him is one of the seven ancestors of the seven major factions of the Wei Kingdom. With a single sound, it is very unusual, in the middle stage of Jindan, even one palm can't take it...

Immediately after Mo Xisheng spoke, the other six factions also criticized him.

"Zongze! Hand over the relics, I am Baimenlou, I am not looking for trouble in your sect today!" A young man in white, with white hair and a sinister tone, is obviously a master of magic.

"Mitian relic, these treasures are not owned by second-rate sects in your district!" The old monk with a face with a national character is also an ancestor, and his words are sharp.

"Hand over the relic! Otherwise, Yuanjuegu will be destroyed today!"

"Zong Ze, don't be stubborn!"

...

The voices of threats came one after another in the hall, but Zong Ze could only deal with it with a sigh.

Mitian relic... If he really has this thing in Yuanjuegu, Zongze must hand it over to the seven sects for peace, and now the ancestors of the seven sects are not ruthless people that Zongze can afford to offend.

He Yuanjuegu, including Zong Ze and Hou Lian, has always had two masters of golden core, and they are still in the early stage. Even when he met the golden core elders of the first-class sects, they are not opponents, not to mention the seven masters such as Mo Xisheng. Ancestor, gathered in Yuanjuegu, any one person has the strength to level Yuanjuegu.

Pay, if there is a relic, he will pay it! But he didn't!

Indeed, the first person to discover the news of the relic was his Yuanjuegu disciple! Indeed, the elder Hou Lian brought a group of novice disciples to obtain this relic. Unexpectedly, now coincides with Wei State's demonic chaos, and demons are rising from all sides, and judging from the time, Hou Lian should have returned to the sect a long time ago.

Zong Ze is not stupid.

Since the Seventh Congress sent Yuanjuegu to seek trouble, they must have obtained the exact news of Hou Lian's capture of the relic.

As for Hou Lian, who obtained the relic of the heavens, he has not returned to the sect so far. Either he died in the chaos, or he escaped with the treasure secretly, or he was acquired by one of the ancestors of the seven sects. Want to cover up...

It’s hard to say, it’s hard to say, in the cultivation world, people’s hearts are unpredictable, who knows where the relic is now?

The ancestors of the seven major sects have many experts who are quite skilled in divination, but this huge relic is enough to block all the secrets, so that these ancestors can't calculate the whereabouts of the relic at all.

If Hou Lian escaped with the treasure, Zong Ze would definitely hate this traitor and bring disaster to Zongmen. The sect will be destroyed.

If Hou Lian died in the demon chaos, even if Zongze had a hundred mouths, he would not be able to explain it today.

If he can't take out the relics, the sect will be destroyed, and the seven major sects may search for no result after the sect is destroyed, or they may search the soul of Zong Ze and destroy the memory. Gu, did not get this relic.

If one of the ancestors of the seven great sects obtains relics and blames Yuanjuegu, then Yuanjuegu will surely be destroyed. Only the dead can interrupt all the clues of the relics...

"Hey... I, Zong Ze, what sins have I accumulated to be forced into a corner by the seven factions..."

Zong Ze closed his eyes in disappointment, his expression finally calm.

That's it, it's okay, no matter where the relics go, today, there is no escape from death.

"Zongze, Mitian Relic, are you going to pay or not!" Mo Xisheng asked for the last time.

"I didn't take the relic... I swear by the demon!" Zong Ze said bitterly.

"Hmph! Stubborn! In this case, fellow Daoists don't need to be merciful. I will wait for today to settle down Yuanjuegu and find the relic!"

As soon as Mo Xi's voice fell, the seven ancestors all turned cold and murderous.

They may be righteous or devilish, but no matter whether they are righteous or devilish, no one will be soft-hearted when it comes to matters related to a national treasure like the Mitian relic!

The little novices in Yuanjue Valley trembled slightly under the murderous aura of hundreds of seven monks.

There are even countless disciples, kneeling down and begging the Sect Master, not to harm the sect because of a relic.

As soon as the murderous intention moved, several little novices were immediately sacrificed in blood.

There was a trace of hatred in Zong Ze's eyes, he opened his eyes and roared,

"Mo Xisheng! The old man said that he didn't take the relic! Even if he took it, this matter has nothing to do with my sect disciple. You dare to do this!"

"Good! Good! In the early stage of Jindan, dare to shout at the old man! You, you must die! Not one of your disciples can live!"

Mo Xisheng sneered, his murderous intention was already in motion, golden light flashed all over his body, Sanskrit sound continued, and his palm seemed to turn into pure gold.

However, Fanyin suddenly turned into a sounding golden wheel, which kept spinning above the main hall, and formed a giant palm of pure gold as large as a hundred feet. Even the fingerprints were golden. It overturned the roof of the main hall, and pressed it towards Zongze with one palm. Down!

Infant-level low-grade body refining, golden wheel palm!

Every time the golden wheel turns, the palm strength increases by as much as 10%!

This palm is really a sure-kill blow for Mo Xisheng. He has been practicing meditation and has cultivated his body all his life. He is already in the ninth realm of silver light, and he is not far from the realm of silver bones!

Even an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, he can also take three or two moves!

The power of a palm made the other six great ancestors stunned, and the other six great ancestors were all at the peak of Jindan, and no one could take this palm without being hurt!

And Zong Ze, who was locked by the palm force, was only affected by the palm storm, and the immortal veins in his body were about to be broken, and the golden core was about to be broken!

Can't take it, can't take it, only one death!

But he is not reconciled, not reconciled! Because of his low cultivation, he was bullied by others. This feeling made him unwilling!

"Mo Xisheng! This hatred, I wrote it down, I wrote it down!"

"Will you write it down? It's a pity that the old man will search your soul and destroy your memories later. You can't write down anything, and even if you write it down, how can you help the old man? With your cultivation in the early stage of Jindan, you can continue to cultivate for five more hardships. Hundred years, it is not the opponent of this old man! Die!"

Mo Xisheng laughed, palming, suppressing!

Zong Ze was covered in blood, the jade seat collapsed, and he was like a blood man, pressed to the ground by the palm of his hand.

dead, dying...

But at this moment, an aura that was several times stronger than Mo Xisheng reverberated in Yuanjue Valley!

The air in the entire hall was suddenly frozen by a force of ice!

With the sound of an ice-shattering fist, even the Nascent Soul cultivator had to take some means to pick up the Golden Wheel Palm. In the sound of ice breaking, the golden wheel shattered, and the palm force exploded into golden light and disappeared!

And the fist strength is not reduced, the ice is constantly broken, and in a series of broken sounds, one by one, the seven cultivators are all affected by the fist power, and the Rongling monks, almost a face, they burst into blood mist.

Dozens of people from the seven sects have golden cores, and even though they have extraordinary body training, they are all seriously injured under the power of their fists!

Even the ancestors of the seven sects were all in a state of embarrassment, and Mo Xisheng, whose palm strength was broken, spit out golden blood. For the first time in his life, what appeared in his eyes was not arrogance, but panic!

He raised his head suddenly, only to see an indifferent young man in a white coat and a black cloak on the broken sky of the main hall, holding Hou Lian in one hand, and the ice power in the other.

Just one glance made Mo Xisheng feel the pain of a sword, and the sea of ​​​​knowledge was about to shatter! And he stammered, unable to say a complete sentence!

"This person, this person... who is this person!"

"I am the ancestor of Yuanjue... Now, I need an explanation!" Ning Fan's voice was cold. Under this voice, all the arrogant monks from the seven sects lowered their heads and dared not look directly at them. look.

This person actually said that he was the ancestor of Yuanjuegu? ! Yuanjuegu, is there such a master in charge? !

What kind of cultivation is this person!

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