Great Sword Master

The Hedao realm where those who died in battle were buried and their tablets were enshrined.

In this way, every elder, disciple and even the successor of the Huntian Sect will know that they have sacrificed their lives and blood for the glory and survival of the Huntian Sect, and even paid the price of their lives.

He was born as a member of the Huntian Sect and died as a heroic soul enshrined by the Huntian Sect.

Led by the sect leader Tuoba Wuxiang, the elders and disciples paid homage one after another to remember their contribution.

Then, Huntian Sect began to arrange a celebration banquet.

This sudden attack by the three major forces caught the Huntian Sect by surprise. They were unable to ask for help from the Xiao family and were already prepared to fight to the death.

Never expected it.

In the end, only more than twenty Hedao realms were lost, but the three major forces lost hundreds of Hedao realms and dozens of quasi-sages, as well as one holy realm.

A comeback against the wind should be celebrated to make the disciples happy.

At the same time, it can also be regarded as a consolation for those in the Hedao realm who died in the battle.

In addition, it was also to welcome Chen Feng's return and entertain everyone who came with Chen Feng.

Those four are all evildoers of the Chen family.

It has to be said that this celebration banquet can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

After celebrating the victory, the disciples of the sect ate and drank as much as they wanted, and got drunk.

The main hall of Huntian Sect.

"Thank you for your strong support, which prevented our Huntian Sect from suffering greater losses." Tuoba Wuxiang picked up the wine cup and said to Chen Zuojue and others: "I will do it first as a courtesy."

With that said, Tuoba Wuxiang drank it all in one gulp.

Then he filled the glasses with wine and presented himself to Jinglei.

Pay respects one by one.

Xiahou Ba was also toasted.

When Tuoba Wuxiang wanted to respect Tunyue but didn't know what to call him, he looked at Chen Feng.

"Sect Master, he is my watchdog." Chen Feng said immediately.

"Forehead……"

Tuoba Wuxiang and a group of elders all showed astonishment.

Shi Zhan, who turned into a human and was eating and drinking, also had a shocked and dull look on his face, and even the hooves he had just stuffed into his mouth fell out.

Shi Zhan could feel a kind of oppression from Yan Yue's body.

That's blood pressure.

Although Tunyue belongs to the dog demon clan, but with superb bloodline, there will be an indirect oppression on the demon clan whose bloodline is not as good as his. If it is other dog demon clan, the pressure of bloodline will be stronger.

Shi Zhan was all wondering whether the bloodline of this dog demon had returned to its ancestors.

It is equal to the supreme level of the human race.

It turned out to be... turned out to be Chen Feng's watchdog. Looking at Tun Yue's face, he didn't even deny it at all, then it was true.

For a time, various gasping sounds sounded one after another.

The look in Chen Feng's eyes was full of shock.

Tunyue didn't have any special look on her face. Because she didn't dare, she could only secretly hate it in her heart.

His Highness, thinking that he is a member of the Heavenly Dog Clan, has awakened the Heavenly Dog bloodline. His status in the Heavenly Dog Clan is comparable to that of the clan leader. He has unlimited potential and a bright future. He comes from a place where he has great hope of competing for the opportunity to become an emperor and become the Demon Emperor.

Now he has become a watchdog of the human race.

If it is a follower, it sounds better, but what is a watchdog?

The lowest level.

Even if he becomes the Demon Emperor in the future, it will still be a history of humiliation that is difficult to erase.

But what can be done?

There is no way, I can't beat him, unless I want to die.

Death would be fine, but the problem is that after being beaten to death, he has to be skinned, split into pieces, roasted and stewed. What a miserable end.

Just think about the young master of the Thunder Eagle Tribe, Lei Zhe. After being beheaded, he was also eaten by the barbecue companion. Looking back now, let alone, the taste was pretty good.

"In any case, they are the strong support of our Huntian Sect. As the leader of the sect, I should respect this glass of wine based on emotion and reason." Even though Tuoba Wuxiang was extremely shocked, but after a change of thought, he still smiled Then he said that he did not despise Yan Yue because of his status as a watchdog, nor could he despise him.

As the sect leader, he naturally has certain abilities.

This dog demon's energy is obviously astonishing. It is definitely not comparable to ordinary dog ​​demons, and is even better than that of the golden lion.

This shows that this dog demon has an extraordinary origin.

The dog demon is Chen Feng's watchdog, not the watchdog of the Huntian Sect, nor the watchdog of his Tuoba Wuxiang.

Tuoba Wuxiang is still very clear about this.

As for saying that he, the head of a dignified sect, toasted to a watchdog, Tuoba Wuxiang didn't care whether he would be laughed at if word spread about it.

Those who laugh at him will be laughed at by him.

Since Tuoba Wuxiang was toasting, Tunyue certainly didn't dare to put on airs and responded respectfully.

Normally, he wouldn't even look at a person of Tuoba Wuxiang's level.

The Huntian Sect held a celebration banquet, but the three major forces were filled with misery.

In Tianyuan Holy Land.

When they learned that their respective forces had lost as much as Lily Dao Realm, more than ten quasi-sages and even a strong Saint Realm expert, the first Holy Master almost fainted and the second Holy Master spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

The Third Holy Lord's complexion turned blue to pale, and his dejected look made people think that he might not be able to survive.

In the entire hall, there was a cloud of sadness.

After a while, the First Holy Lord stumbled up and walked towards the depths of Tianyuan Holy Land.

Arriving at a secret room in the depths, the First Holy Lord immediately opened the door. A cloud of mist billowed in the secret room, making a scalp-numbing scream, just like the unwilling howls of countless dead souls. A strong smell of death permeated the air.

Hearing the shrill howls that drilled into his ears, he felt the strong breath of death contained in them.

The First Saint's face changed drastically, and an indescribable palpitation grew from the depths of his heart, spreading rapidly throughout his body like an electric current.

"Lin Saint, where are the live animals?"

A sinister and cold voice came out from the fog with a strong breath of death, but it seemed to ring directly in the ears of the First Saint, making him shudder.

"Sir, there are no live animals now." The First Saint responded with forced calmness.

"No, then what are you doing here?" The sinister voice in the death fog was suddenly full of displeasure and ferocity, and the fog surged, as if there was some terrible beast lurking, wanting to devour the First Saint with its fangs and claws.

The First Saint's face changed drastically.

He personally sent live animals, and those live animals entered here, but their life essence was sucked out and turned into rotten mummies.

Such a scene was extremely horrifying.

"Sir, our three forces have failed in their joint attack on the Hun Tian Sect. Hundreds of Dao Realms and dozens of Quasi Saints have all died." The First Saint Lord said hurriedly, but he kept the fact that a Saint Realm had died.

The fog of death suddenly subsided.

"You... are really a bunch of trash." The fierce and sinister voice sounded again, full of annoyance.

Hundreds of Dao Realms, dozens of Quasi Saints, so many live animals, if they were given to me to devour, I would definitely be able to significantly restore my cultivation and strength.

It's a pity that they were wasted.

"Sir, the ten psychic cannons you lent us were also seized by the Hun Tian Sect." The First Saint Lord added.

"What!"

The sinister voice was full of anger and murderous intent.

Although the ten psychic cannons were not very precious to him, they were his things, not things of this era.

"Waste... You are a bunch of complete waste!"

"Tell me, what's going on."

The First Saint Lord was very annoyed by the scolding, but considering the other party's identity and background, he still endured and changed the story.

"Are you sure that Chen Feng... is from the Chen family of the Central Earth?"

"Yes." The First Saint Lord responded immediately.

"The Chen family of the Central Earth..." The sinister voice was suddenly filled with deep hatred: "The Chen family must die, no, capture him alive and make him my live animal."

"Sir, that Chen Feng is very powerful, ordinary quasi-saints are not his opponents. If you want to capture him alive, unless the Saint Realm takes action, but, the Huntian Sect has two three-star quasi-emperors sitting in the camp, it is difficult to capture Chen Feng alive." The First Saint Lord said, when he knew that the Huntian Sect was very likely to have two three-star quasi-emperors sitting in the camp, he was extremely shocked at the first time.

"Two three-star quasi-emperors..." The sinister voice fell silent.

He couldn't afford to offend such a strong man.

For a moment, the First Saint Lord didn't know what to say.

He naturally hated Chen Feng to the extreme, and wanted to peel off his skin, pull out his tendons, grind his bones and scatter his ashes. After all, because of Chen Feng, the Huntian Sect began to rise, and because of Chen Feng, the Tianyuan Holy Land suffered losses again and again, each time more serious than the last.

Now even the carefully cultivated human king body has been killed.

The entire young generation of the Tianyuan Holy Land has no more monsters to show.

When the great era comes, what can they use to compete with other forces?

This... How can he not hate.

But what's the use of hatred?

He can't do anything to Chen Feng.

Even if he personally took action, he might not be Chen Feng's opponent. Just think about it, how sad it is.

"After a while, it will be the annual recruitment of disciples for the Huntian Sect. If someone can be arranged to go in..." The First Saint Lord turned his thoughts and suddenly said to himself.

"Go and arrange a suitable candidate to bring him to see me." The gloomy voice sounded again.

"Sir, are you..." The First Saint Lord couldn't help but ask back after hearing this.

"Bring the people here and you will know."

...

The Hun Tian Sect or the major forces in the Eastern Wilderness have maintained the rule of recruiting disciples once a year since ancient times.

This time, it is no exception.

The rules for recruiting disciples have never changed. They send disciples with suitable cultivation from the Hun Tian Dao Academy in various countries and cities to the Hun Tian Holy Mountain, and then beat the Hun Tian drum to define the potential of the new disciples.

It was so in the past, it is so now, and it will be so in the future.

However, Chen Feng did not participate, but took up his sword and sat on his mount, the Golden Lion, followed by his follower Xiahou Ba and the watchdog Tun Yue. In addition, Chen Zuojue and other Chen family members also accompanied him and went directly to the direction of Jue Jian Palace.

Chen Feng once said that one day, he would personally step into Jue Jian Palace to let them know that the Hun Tian Sect Jue Jian Peak is the orthodox.

And Jue Jian Palace is just a traitor's work.

Now... the time has come.

(Going out)