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Yesterday, on the night of the ninth day of the first lunar month, the head of the sect, Xuanyi, personally summoned them and arranged the task of attacking Nanlou Mountain.

Xuanyi spoke passionately, recounting the various evil deeds of the Demon Puppet Sect invading our territory and killing our disciples since the war. Especially when he talked about the tragic death of Xuanming Taoist, Xuanyi couldn't help but burst into tears and his voice became hoarse.

Finally, Xuanyi re-issued the battle order and handed his sword to Master Li Qing. This operation was under the full command of Master Li Qing. If anyone disobeyed the order, he could be killed directly without reporting.

Everyone was shocked when they heard it.

In fact, there was no need for Xuanyi to explain repeatedly, everyone knew that this operation was of great importance.

Because in addition to the five sect leaders who stayed behind, Qin Bing, Liu Yunzi, Zhao Heihu, Zhu Wuxi and other Jindan masters all went into battle.

Even Shi Feng of Tiejian Peak, the elder who had always forged magic weapons in the Refining Hall, appeared in the battle line.

It is conceivable that the head master is taking a gamble this time. If he can destroy the Nanlou Mountain formation, the Demon Puppet Sect will be seriously injured for at least 30 years. And if the mission fails, then...

All the way, Shi Feng closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

With the war imminent, his heart suddenly became empty. He even remembered that when he and He Dong were captured by Huang Yan Zhenren, they were also transported back to the Spirit Pool with this purple gourd as puppets for practicing the Seven Deaths Divine Art, waiting to be drained of spiritual power....

After half an hour, Master Li Qing fell from the sky and landed in a desolate valley, which was less than 30 miles away from Nanlou Mountain.

Master Li Qing is a monk from Yantai Ridge, proficient in earth escape. Once he touches the ground, he immediately dives into the soil and disappears.

This barren mountain was originally a mine, but the output was very small. It was dug up a hundred years ago, leaving only countless large and small mines.

After a while, Zhu Wuxi and a foundation-building disciple emerged from a cave. They were ordered to go to Nanlou Mountain to get information.

…

It was just dawn, the drums and music of the Demon Statue Mountain were playing, and there were crowds of people in front of the Patriarch's Hall. The celebration was about to begin.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle outside, but Old Monster Mo was sitting alone in a small room to the east of the Patriarch's Hall, drinking spiritual tea leisurely.

Feng Er hurried in, whispered in Old Monster Mo's ear for a while.

After hearing this, Old Monster Mo smiled slightly, "The rat is finally coming out of the hole! How are you preparing?"

"The people from the noble family have already ambushed in the mine. I was worried that the news would leak out, so I lied to them in advance that there was a beast tide in the mine, and asked them to prepare magic tools and fight the monsters at any time."

"Very good. Last time, Master Li Qing escaped with his life. No matter what, this time, he must not leave Nanlou Mountain alive! Second brother, you quickly announce the start of the celebration! If we don't open the gong here, the Taiji Sect will not play the show.

Come on, change into the auspicious clothes!"

The horn on the top of the mountain sounded long, shaking the valley. The horn stopped, followed by the "dong" and "dong" drums, one after another, very rhythmic.

After eighty-one drums, the whole square was quiet. In the hall, Old Monster Mo, dressed in a red robe and full of joy, walked out slowly.

The people of the Demon Puppet Sect were relieved to see the old ancestor in high spirits and steady steps. It seems that the so-called old ancestor encountered a strong enemy and was seriously injured is just a rumor fabricated by the Taiji Sect.

Offering sacrifices to the heavens, worshipping ancestors, burning incense and praying...

This set of rituals has been done countless times by Mo Laoguai, and everything is in order. Mo Laoguai's face is as calm as an ancient well, and it is impossible to tell what he is thinking.

The intelligence from Nanlou Mountain keeps coming, and Taiji Sect stays in the valley and never takes action.

"Really patient!" Mo Laoguai was a little impatient, thinking secretly, how can I make Taiji Sect fall into the trap?

At this moment, a ray of sound transmission entered Mo Laoguai's ears, and a trace of ecstasy flashed in his eyes. He immediately ordered, "Boss, second brother, the next step is for each branch to nominate the young master, and you will be responsible for presiding over it. Master has important matters to deal with."

"Yes! Master." Mo Feng and the others agreed, and their eyes were a little worried. Did something happen?

Old Monster Mo chuckled, "Don't worry! It's not the Taiji Sect causing trouble! It's a great joyous event. A distinguished guest has come to visit. The former Taoist friend from the Lingxiao Sword Sect has come..."

Feng Er was surprised, "The former Taoist friend has come in person, which means Senior Feihongzi agreed to lend..."

Old Monster Mo nodded, "That's right."

Feng Er was overjoyed, "That's great, the death of Taoist Xuanyi has finally come!"

After worshiping the ancestors, the Demon Puppet Sect stood up in the square according to the age of the branch and began to elect the candidate for the young leader.

The Demon Puppet Sect is a bloodline inheritance. Only the descendants of the founder can become the leader. Other disciples, even masters like Feng Er, are not qualified.

And cultivators are not like mortals. It is very difficult for them to give birth to descendants. In the mortal world, twenty or thirty years is one generation, while cultivators need one or two hundred years to have two generations.

To date, the Demon Puppet Sect has multiplied to the eleventh generation, with as many as thirty-two branches and more than a thousand people.

There is no distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children in the Demon Puppet Sect. As long as one is a descendant of the ancestor, he is qualified to become the young leader. Therefore, all 32 branches can nominate candidates.

"Listen carefully, clan members. Each branch can only recommend one candidate, regardless of gender..." The person in charge of counting the recommended candidates is a man in yellow. His name is Mo Changshun. He is the eldest disciple of Mo Da and is smart and capable.

Before Mo Changshun finished speaking, a skinny old man in the crowd stood up, "Wait! Fourth nephew, did you miss something?"

This skinny old man was born in the eldest branch. Although his cultivation level is the same as Mo Changshun, he is only at the foundation building stage, but his generation is Mo Changshun's uncle.

Mo Changshun was stunned, "Second Uncle, what did I miss?"

The skinny old man sneered, "Today is the day when our Mo family elects the young patriarch. Shouldn't we first identify the origins of each branch, so as to prevent some random people from mistaking their ancestors..."

As soon as he said this, there was an uproar below, and many people were furious.

A family has been passed down for more than two thousand years, so naturally there are all kinds of things, such as remarrying, having affairs, having affairs outside, and prostitutes returning home with their children to recognize their ancestors.

Orthodox clansmen are very suspicious of the identities of these people. On weekdays, it's okay, at most they call them bastards behind their backs.

But now it's about the position of the young patriarch, so they will definitely tear their faces apart, especially those who have outstanding disciples in the gatehouse, and they will become the eyesores of other branches.

Mo Da pushed his wheelchair and came over to help. "Second brother, everyone present today is recorded in the family tree, and their identities are not questionable..."

If it were in the past, he would have been the young master and his words would have been final, but now he is just a useless person. The skinny old man laughed, "Fourth brother, is the family tree record necessarily correct? Not necessarily!"

…

Half an hour later, the quarrels and scolding in the square of the ancestral hall became louder and louder, and more than a dozen of them with bad tempers had already started fighting.

As for elders like Feng Eryuanba and other disciples, they could only stand aside and watch the fun, and they could not intervene.

Finally, Mo Laoguai, who was entertaining guests in the back mountain, was alarmed and had to rush over.

He was very unhappy and scolded him.

The skinny old man relied on his seniority and said a few words. Mo Laoguai slapped him, "You are a senior, isn't it? It's because your parents gave birth to you later that you have a seniority! You are so old that you can't even form a golden elixir, and you still have the nerve to speak nonsense!"

Mo Laoguai's life span is almost a thousand years old. In terms of seniority and cultivation, he is the highest in the field.

He slapped the skinny old man several times in a row, and his face was covered with blood, but the old man didn't dare to fart.

So, the disciples in the whole square didn't dare to breathe and retreated to the queue obediently.

Mo Laoguai glanced at the disciples present, "I will say it again, all those recorded in the family tree are descendants of my Mo family, and we treat them equally. If any branch dares to make trouble again, it will be cancelled..."

Just when he said this, there was a loud sound of the sky collapsing and the ground shaking.