Guarding the Sutra Pavilion for a hundred years, investing in the destiny villain

"help me……!"

There was a bit of despair in the eyes of the saint of Zhenwu Sect. The golden body of the glazed body was in harmony with the physical body, but he was beaten to the point of collapse. His whole body was stained with blood and was withering. It was an unprecedented severe injury.

"Master!"

The face of Lu Nantian, the leader of the Zhenwu Sect, turned extremely ugly. He was not only a saint of the Zhenwu Sect, but also his master. If he fell to this Zhenwu Sect, his status would plummet.

"Do not impulse!"

"The saint has great blessings and great destiny!"

"Can escape!"

The other emperors of the Zhenwu Sect also reminded with trembling hearts that in the past, they were aloof and could easily make the Eastern Region tremble, but at this time, they could not even intervene.

"Saint of Shenxing Sect!"

"Saint of the Goddess Sect!"

"Sage of Tianji Sect!"

"Aren't they going to help either?"

Lu Nantian, the leader of the Zhenwu Sect, said in a trembling voice that if the three of them wanted to rescue, they would be able to help even if they blocked them a little, but they could just sit back and watch the latter being robbed.

Poof~!

Large chunks of blood withered.

Depressed breath.

Depressed.

But he gritted his teeth.

Running faster and faster.

"Humph!"

The universe burst out from the palm of his hand. Chu Xun slowly stepped forward, wanting to hunt down the saint of the Zhenwu Sect. If he could kill this man here, he would be relieved of his worries.

The two are in tandem.

Extremely fast.

"Let's go!" The turbid eyes of the Goddess Sect's old woman were filled with confusion. The matter had reached this point, and since she was not prepared to take action, there was no need to intervene. She was a villain for nothing, and she really regretted coming here. But What she still couldn't figure out was which saint the man in black robe was. When did Donglin Sect have such a figure?

The saint of the Shenxing Sect also had a gloomy look on his face. He also couldn't understand. If the Donglin Sect had already had this saint, why would Xia Yang be so sublime that he could hardly sit down and die calmly? Why would he be forced to proclaim himself a sect? Could it be that everything is the same? In order to set up a trap, the status of Donglin Sect is not necessary at all.

He wondered.

I don't understand either.

"Losing!"

Sounds of shortness of breath came from Donglin City. No one thought it would be like this. When the saint of Xiandao Sect arrived in an unmatched saint form, he was so powerful that they were in a mess. Depression, despair, and powerlessness filled their hearts with all kinds of negative emotions. .

restaurant.

tea shop.

Inn.

shop.

private houses.

But everywhere they need it for daily use, as well as the hearts of the civilians who have lived here for generations, are covered with a layer of dust. The towering trees that have shrouded them for countless years have fallen. It is no less than the fall of their spiritual sustenance, spreading helplessness. Feeling confused, they were confused as to what would greet them next.

can follow.

An old man appeared.

The man in green shirt wields a sword.

Stronger than a saint.

A sword owl head.

At that time, they were not overly happy because they knew that saints were not easy to kill. Moreover, there were still saints from the Zhenwu Sect who had not yet arrived. With the arrival of the two saints, real pressure and despair swept over them, and now their faces exploded. With brilliant joy, there were people reveling in the streets and celebrating loudly.

In the restaurant, there were people throwing wine glasses wantonly, cheering and full of joy. The whole city was shrouded in celebrations. Those old people who have no talent for cultivation and have lived here for generations also showed smiles in front of their eyes. Sitting peacefully in the corner amid the crowd of people celebrating, watching this scene.

win.

Donglinzong won.

It continues again.

"Hahahaha!"

however.

Human joys and sorrows are not separate.

Ye Qingcheng and the disciples who had previously defected from the sect, but the elders looked particularly ugly, with strong regret in their expressions. They slumped against the wall behind them, their faces full of regret. They wished that Donglin Sect would be defeated. To prove their vision, they already felt a little regretful when Chu Xunpo Sheng appeared.

But now, after witnessing one saint being refined and another saint not far away from death, the regret in my heart has reached an even stronger level: "It's over, Donglin Sect is not only intact, but has even impacted a stronger status. , with the status of Donglin Sect, as long as we let out a word, no one will dare to take us in!"

remorse.

Naturally there is.

But what I regret the most is.

I'm afraid it's Ye Qingcheng, right?

Someone's eyes quietly fell on the delicate girl from the corner of their eyes. Seeing that the girl was only one breath away from being paralyzed, they were inexplicably relieved. Although they were miserable, some people were worse than them. At most, they had lost their spiritual practice. Resources and status have limited prospects, so this is the end of this life. It's a pity for this saint. Her great talent is wasted like this, and I'm afraid she will be lost in the vast sea of ​​​​people soon.

Xuanwang Palace.

Floating Moon Sect.

Many forces.

Those who had previously attacked the Donglin Sect's industrial chain saw the final ending, their breaths froze, and they stood there as numb as sculptures.

"metropolitan!"

"metropolitan!"

Someone tried to call.

however.

But they were as stiff as a rock.

Stupid.

regret.

I'm so sorry.

Who could have imagined that this would be the case?

The two saints came to the sect.

But he was killed.

I have to say this is ridiculous.

And when they thought about how they would face the wrath of Donglin Sect later, their expressions froze. After a long time, they gritted their teeth and said: "Take the treasure house and fight for the forgiveness of Donglin Holy Land at all costs!"

They were afraid.

If liquidation.

They won't survive.

Fortunately, there are many people who are greedy for this piece of meat in Donglin Holy Land. The old man in Donglin Holy Land will not risk his disapproval and completely reshuffle the Eastern Territory. No one dared to speak, they all went to get the treasure house in a panic, not seeking perfection, but seeking to surpass other apologetic forces.

"cough!"

"Cough cough!"

in mid-air.

Qin Yu, the leader of the Immortal Sect, seemed to have lost all his energy and blood. His face became pale as never before, his tall and straight body became stooped, and his eyes were filled with despair and powerlessness. Who could have thought that he would be fine when he came, but the final outcome would be like this. .

When he thought that there were still congratulations in the sect, there were elders moving the Sutra Pavilion, hoping to move the Donglin Sect's classics, and there were elders packing up the weapons pavilion, formation pavilion, elixir pavilion, and elixir pavilion, this made him feel sad in his heart. The fear will increase infinitely. What will happen if they know the outcome of this battle?

He trilled.

because.

OK.

The leader of the Shenxing Sect.

The leader of the Goddess Sect.

Nangong family.

Ginger.

The leaders of these forces also looked at the latter with sympathy. Just now Chu Xun was chasing the saint of Zhenwu Sect and had no time to pay attention to him. Once he freed his hands, tsk tsk!