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Everyone in the audience was shocked and horrified.

The eyes of the two leaders who were juxtaposed with Yu Renyue also showed surprise.

Yu Renhui quickly looked at the tall monk next to him who was also a contender for the clan leader and had more hope than the two of them.

The strange color in the tall monk's eyes slowly disappeared, leaving only the distance and calmness.

"Yu Renyue, you are so brave!"

A great sage suddenly stood up, roared angrily, and the surging inspiration was like a rushing river of stars that was about to completely smash the standing stone. Unfortunately, the Yuren Yue was neither a stubborn stone nor would it be easily broken by the great sage. Retreat.

His body didn't move at all.

"Who gave you the courage?"

"There must be supporters behind it!"

"Confused..."

"If our ancestor returns as a soul, how can our Yu Clan be a top-notch clan?"

All the great sages reprimanded, but as they spoke, they gradually lowered their voices, because what they saw was that more great sages were silent, even the sixth uncle who was now the leader did not speak.

Only the other leader, Yuren Hui, looked around in surprise.

The anger in Yu Renhui's eyes seemed to be burning from Jiuyou.

What made him angry was not that Yu Renyue's sinners deceived the heaven and destroyed his ancestors, but that his uncle Liu and Yu Renyue joined forces but did not choose him. It was clear that his strength and power were superior to Yu Renyue's.

How could Yu Renyue, a mere junior in charge of a wealthy family's industry, be qualified to do such a big thing?

The Yuren Ancestor moved his eyes to look at the silent Yuren Infant, and said slowly: "Old Liu, do you think so too?"

Yuren Ying suddenly smiled and said, "Ancestor is joking, Ying doesn't dare to make any judgments."

"Since you want to rebel, why bother talking nonsense with him."

One of the sitting great sages stood up. It was the great sage from the clan leader who asked about the whereabouts of the old patriarch. The great sage immediately looked at Yuren Yue.

The Yu Ren yue raised his hand and saluted again: "Ancestor, please think about the future of the Yu Ren!"

"Only when I am here can we have a future. If I am not here, how can we talk about the future?"

The ancestor of Yuren looked at Yuren Yue calmly.

Like a king sitting on a divine throne, overlooking the world.

He said calmly: "For many years, no one has challenged me. Descendants of the Yuren, since you want to talk about the future, let me see if you have the strength to take on the future."

Yu Renyue raised his hand and saluted again, and said in a deep voice: "Qi!"

The ripples of the blessed land rippled, long gaps tearing apart the space opened up, and many saints wearing masks came one after another.

One of them was wearing a black robe and looked the sharpest, while the other was completely uncovered, with a slightly twitching hooked nose on his pale face, which highlighted his dazzling eyes.

Seventeen saints stood still.

Yu Renzheng, who is wearing a bronze mask, is also among them.

After the elder brother made such a decision, or in such a situation, their team was already prepared to face death.

Of course he couldn't stay out of it.

He remembered that his eldest brother once wanted to send him to Middle-earth, saying that he was looking for a famous teacher.

Yu Renzheng shook his head and refused.

He has seen geniuses and those geniuses.

Because of this, he knew the gap between himself and them.

Therefore, he chose to believe in his elder brother.

Yu Renzheng looked at Wu Rong, who was walking in front of him in black and red robes. He smiled and said, "I didn't expect to have such a big deal with Brother Rong!"

Wu Rong glanced sideways and nodded slightly.

The three great saints who were originally in the blessed land stood up.

The Yuren Ancestor's divine eyes in the mist were as deep and calm as the starry sky, and his six-foot-tall body moved slowly.

The Xuanxi Dao Qi spreads, and the horror of swallowing the avenue is revealed at this moment, as if everyone is under a high mountain and in front of an abyss, which is daunting.

The king of the great road is a noble man.

Buzz!

The breath of Tao suddenly spreads out like a chaotic mist.

The steam dissipated, revealing a six-foot-long strange body, a gigantic creature covered in Dao feathers.

The sound is like a real dragon and an eagle's cry.

"The descendant of the Yu people, the great sage Zhenxu, cultivation is not easy. The road is full of obstacles and does not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. I, the people of Yu, are outstanding. I am willing to give all loyal and good people a chance to lay down their weapons and retreat to the blessed land. Those who cause trouble will not be held responsible, and all those who have sinned will be forgiven." True Spirit, the Lord of the Way, speaks the Way!”

The former protector is now his enemy.

In the past, they all understood how powerful the ancestor was, but when they stood on the opposite side of the ancestor, they truly experienced the terror. It was a kind of trembling that burst out from the deepest part of the mind, making one's body tremble.

Bang!

Plop!

Half the saints fell to their knees.

After bowing respectfully, he retreated and huddled back into the void behind him.

Yu Renhui looked at Uncle Six with a sneer, as if saying: 'That's it? ’

Uncle Liu looked as usual.

Perhaps many people thought that he was the mastermind behind the scenes, but in fact, this bold plan was originally formulated by Yu Renyue.

Yu Renyue said nothing, his eyes remained firm.

On the contrary, the three great saints from the old patriarch's faction were shocked. One of them hurriedly said: "What are we waiting for? Why don't we take action?!"

He glared at Yu Renyue angrily.

Could it be that at such a critical moment, Yu Renyue had to kneel down and apologize indecisively?

Those saints wearing masks may be fine, but Yu Renyue is the organizer. Even the most generous superiors will crush him to ashes, otherwise there will only be more and more imitators, until one day If a sufficient genius appears, he will be even more powerful than Yuren Feihe.

Yu Renyue remained unmoved.

The great saint of the clan leader faction was shocked, pointed at Yu Renyue, and said in horror: "It's a conspiracy, it's a conspiracy. He is just a pawn of the ancestor, in order to completely wipe out the tribesmen like us who are resisting. He is not our leader at all!"

"What?!"

The saints were shocked.

They suddenly realized that this might really be a big conspiracy.

Otherwise, why did Yu Renyue make no unusual moves, not even persuading, and even not taking action.

As long as Yu Renyue took action, they would be involved even if they didn't want to die. At that time, the ancestor would definitely not let them go, so they had to do their best for their own lives.

After the great saint of the old clan leader faction finished speaking, half of the remaining saints retreated.

Even two of the three great saints of their faction left.

Uncle Six narrowed his eyes and stared at Yu Renyue.

He didn't know what Yu Renyue was thinking.

What was Yu Renyue thinking?

He had thought of involving many clansmen to attack together, but the moment he saw the ancestor, he suddenly realized.

A virtual saint is not enough, and a true saint is not enough.

Only the top saint king has a chance of success.

Seeing that there were only six saints left in the field, including him, Yu Renyue grabbed Yu Renzheng and threw him out. He clapped his hands and said, "It's almost done now."

The top saint king of the organization said, "Is this your plan? Half of the power was repelled by the Taoist's words."

Yu Renyue smiled and said, "The swallowing avenue cultivated by the ancestor will only become stronger the more it swallows. There is really not much help they can provide us, so it is better to leave early."

At this point, Yu Renyue sighed and said, "If you have any doubts, you can leave."

"I want to know the death of the old patriarch!"

The remaining patriarch said lightly like a great sage.

The other great sage wearing a mask to cover his face looked at Yu Renyue, without saying anything, but his attitude said it all.

The top great saint of the organization sneered: "Take people's money, and help them eliminate disasters!"

Finally, the hook-nosed monk in black and red robes stepped forward and spread out a long scroll.

Reading: "Feathered Feihe, your life is over, but you linger in the world of the living and don't want to leave, swallowing the sky and the earth, interfering with life and death, affecting reincarnation. Now the underworld has issued an order, and I am here to take you. Confess your crime and accept the punishment!"

All the saints were stunned.

Where did this lunatic come from?

The killer of the organization pondered, maybe he should learn from him, regardless of whether the matter succeeds or not, he should first make a name for himself.

Then he shook his head, the organization didn't need to make a name for itself at all.

"Since you don't admit your guilt, don't blame me for being rude."

The five holy soldiers' soul flags behind Wu Rong unfolded, like five-sided flags.

The heads and great saints who didn't leave all cast strange glances, and then looked at Feathered Axe.

Where did they find all these people? A killer, a lunatic, a family revenger, and a leader who was not in charge and let his subordinates flee. Do these five saints really have a chance?

Yu Renhui almost laughed out loud.

However, he sighed and shook his head slightly.

Although he was against Yu Renyue, he did hope that the other party would win.

Unfortunately, Yu Renyue was not a man who could accomplish great things.

The ancestors of Yu Ren were quite tolerant of the descendants of Yu Ren. However, Wu Rong was neither a descendant of Yu Ren nor had any ability. He was so rampant relying on a magic weapon.

He indifferently unfolded a magic power.

The vibrating chaotic aura turned into a sword that cut through the sky and tore through the space to kill Wu Rong.

"Kill!"

Yu Renyue finally made a move.

All four saints sacrificed their magic weapons.

Wu Rong let out a long roar.

The mask on his face emerged.

"Please come, King Di Tu!"

'King Di Tu' used his horn as a weapon to resist the Chaos Mysterious Breath.

At the moment when the weapons crossed, only a crisp sound of metal and stone clashing was heard. King Di Tu's sword was not damaged, but Wu Rong's body was already riddled with holes in just a breath of time.

"Is this the horror of the Taoist Lord?!"

Wu Rong was shocked.

If it weren't for the protection of the Heavenly Evil True Spirit, he might have been worn into dregs by the Chaos Mysterious Breath in just one attack.

Yu Ren Fei He is not an ordinary Taoist Lord. Although he is a flower, he is actually at the top of the young generation at that time. His old age does not mean that his strength has weakened.

On the contrary, because of the nourishment of the Earth Yuan Spirit Vein and the desperate pouring of resources by the Yu Ren Clan, he is still in his prime.

The top Saint King of the organization sacrificed a gourd.

The magic weapon gourd, the Xuanqi of the Zhenshuo.

The Great Saint of the old patriarch's lineage raised the long weapon and the magic stick, tearing open the Qingming in front of him.

Yu Renyue roared fiercely.

A terrifying divine light burst out from his body.

He suddenly cut off his wrist with a knife.

The broken wrist stretched into the void, and then an unknown dry palm emerged. The two were connected by flesh and blood, making the dry palm completely connected to his wound.

"What is that?"

Yu Renhui asked in surprise.

Uncle Liu's eyes were shining, and he said affirmatively: "Dao wrist!"

Later.