The big guy dressed as a waste of wood [System]

When Bai and his group passed by the Discipline Hall, they unloaded the plaques, smashed them on the ground, and stepped on them one by one.

The two elders of Yun Dingzong, who were overthrown to the ground just now, followed closely behind Bai and the others, watching Yun Dingzong disappear two peaks at once, and now even the plaque is about to be trampled on.

The two elders almost vomited blood. Even if they were wronged, this challenged their bottom line a bit: "You guys are too deceitful."

Bai replied: "What is bullying too much? This is the place where my boss was slandered for the first time. Bah, you are sorry for the words written on this plaque."

He stepped on two more feet, calling Quicksand to move the Discipline Hall to the ground: "As long as you have a little conscience, check it out carefully, there are so many methods in the cultivation world, and you won't let Yu Qinglin succeed in slandering my boss, what a bunch of trash , the truth can’t be found out, what’s the use of opening this commandment hall.”

Quicksand also hurriedly added: "What's the matter with lifting up some of your mountains? People like you still start a sect to recruit disciples. What can you teach? Can you teach them how partiality is cultivated? It's not wrong to mislead your disciples." Take you like this."

I think they really didn't investigate carefully at the time, but to say that they are trash and that they misunderstood their children is the ultimate humiliation.

The two elders became angrier as they listened, and sent messages to their three Mahayana ancestors, regardless of the ancestor's rule of retreating and not disturbing.

Not only do I want to invite the ancestors of the Mahayana period, but I also hope to open the gate of heaven and invite the offerings from the upper realm.

People from the upper realm cannot cross the border to the lower realm, but it is still possible to respond to the call of the lower realm and come to the world.

The three Mahayana ancestors originally thought that the elders made a fuss out of a molehill. Isn't it just a force that they haven't heard much about?

It would be too contemptuous of their cultivation in the Mahayana period.

Looking at the entire comprehension world, how could there be things that the three of them could not solve together.

Then they saw Bai and ten people behind him.

Shi Cangcang, who was ignored, felt a little wronged: ...?Am I no longer worthy of being a human being in the tribulation period?

The tall and straight figures of the three ancestors suddenly hunched down, their spirits disappeared, and their faces were replaced by vicissitudes: they can't fight but can't fight, alas, people are old, and from now on it will be the world of young people.

Elder: ...

"Old Ancestor, we can't just let them destroy our Yun Dingzong like this!" The two elders originally thought that their purpose was just to take Song Chaoyan away, but they seemed to be fighting while walking.

It is not just to save people, but to return all the grievances suffered by Song Chaoyan in these years.

The Discipline Hall was unfair, so they tore down the Discipline Hall and smashed their brand.

The disciples have always looked on coldly, or added fuel to the fire, making Song Chaoyan's already difficult life even more difficult.

This time I was just watching the excitement, but I didn't expect that my house collapsed just watching it.

All these incidents, one by one, did not spare anyone who had offended Song Chaoyan.

Even the kitchen clerk who gave Song Chaoyan a few spoonfuls of rice and looked down on others was punished accordingly.

If this continues, Yun Dingzong will be finished.

Now is the time of Yun Dingzong's life and death, if he does not summon the offering from the upper realm at this time, when will he be summoned?

Based on this mentality, the three ancestors formed a formation.

In the hearts of them and the two elders, this group of people is very strong, but no matter how strong they are, can they still be stronger than the real immortals who have already ascended?

Facts have proved that it is really more powerful than the immortals who ascended.

The man in the upper realm has been bored for thousands of years, watching his colleagues around him take turns going to the lower realm to support his disciples and grandchildren, but he alone can't wait for the call all day long.

The formation that was finally summoned was lit up, and he was so moved that he almost cried, is it finally his turn to play? It's not easy.According to the description, he is still a person who cannot be dealt with in several Mahayana periods.

Just enough to set off his level.

Putting on the battle clothes, holding the halberd, and coming in a menacing manner, I wanted to howl: Who dares to bully me, Yun Dingzong!

As a result, as soon as they arrived in the lower realm, they saw the Wanjie group with their own light effects.

Well, I can't beat any of them.

The true immortal from the upper realm silently hid his halberd: ... I'm sorry to bother you.

He only glanced at it, and wanted to undo it and go back to the upper realm.

The three patriarchs didn't know the inside story, so they asked to stay: "Master, is there something wrong in the upper realm? It's not too late to get rid of this group of people first and then go back."

What replied them was a resentful look: "Don't take such a trick to your ancestors. It's not that I don't want to help, but I can't do anything, so please ask for blessings."

One of the three ancestors sacrificed a big killer: "Master ancestor, you can't just ignore death, come here!"

The True Immortal of the Upper Realm: "...It's useless to even come here, I'm going back, good boy, don't disturb your patriarch."

After speaking, the real immortal turned into this puff of smoke and disappeared in place.

There were three ancestors left, and the two elders looked at each other in blank dismay: "What should we do now, do we just admit it?"

The old ancestor was powerless: "Otherwise, go and talk to them, the child is still young? Is it not easy?"

Elder: "..."

They have nothing to do, they can only pray that Song Chaoyan is okay, otherwise it will be a problem whether there will be Yun Dingzong in the future.

Bai dealt with the problem while walking, but his speed was not as fast as that of the Zhou family. Although the Zhou family was confused by Yun Dingzong's chaotic situation, they quickly found Song Chaoyan's location.

Zhou Kongkong kicked open the door of the sword refining room almost effortlessly. At first glance, he saw the blasted furnace and the undamaged Taiyin sword held by Yuncheng.

All of a sudden his mind went blank.

The news I received before echoed in my mind, Yun Dingzong wanted to sacrifice his son to the sword!

Because the Taiyin sword was cracked, Yun Dingzong asked his son's life to repair the Taiyin sword!

But now, he saw this Taiyin sword that was intact and without any cracks.

He is late.

I'm late!

His youngest son, gone.

Zhou Kongkong endured his grief and summoned his sword: "I am Zhou Kongkong."

Zhou Yu immediately picked up his words: "I am Zhou Yu."

"And me." The members of the Zhou family announced together.

"Today, with you Yun Dingzong, we will never die!"

Before Yuncheng could explain, Zhou Kongkong knocked him down with a sword.

Yuncheng was suppressed by Song Chaoyan's trumpet just now, and before he recovered, he was severely beaten by Zhou Kongkong and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Zhou Kongkong slapped and punched, grief came from it, and after Yuncheng lost the strength to fight back, he leaned to the side and cried.

The tears of middle-aged people are always particularly sad.

Song Chaoyan was sitting next door. Hearing the commotion here, he thought it was Bai who came to pick him up, so he came over to have a look.

In the end, what I saw was the scene of this man turning his back on his back. Several members of the Zhou family surrounded Yun Dingzong and those who had just recovered from his oppressive state.

His father was still crying indistinctly over there.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Song Chaoyan asked.

Zhou Kongkong didn't realize for a while that it was Song Chaoyan who was asking him, but he was still immersed in his emotions: "My son is gone."

Song Chaoyan looked at Zhou Yu, then at himself, but didn't react. He thought to himself, aren't these two children still there, and said in shock, "Father, did you have a third child!?"

The author has something to say: [Thanks to my big babies]

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: special afternoon tea cups, CANGYUE_4;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of the main attack is a little fragrant; 1 bottle of lotus root mud;

Chen Guican: ... shed tears that had no sense of existence.