"What kind of justice are you seeking?" Huang Xuequan asked.
"The previous palace master and I were good friends, and I happened to have something to do and wanted to meet him," said the ancestor of Wu Ling.
"But I heard that he seems to be dead. Can Palace Master Huang give an explanation?"
Huang Xuequan's face froze slightly. He turned to look at Wu Shaodi and finally understood where his trump card came from.
"Senior, just tell me the conditions," Huang Xuequan said.
Everyone knows this kind of thing, so there is no point in pretending to be deaf and dumb.
"You must have killed him," the ancestor of Wu Ling said with a smile.
"A murder must be punished with a life. This has been the truth since ancient times. Do we need to mention the conditions?"
After saying these words, the atmosphere at the scene instantly became tense.
"Is Haotian Sect going to war with us?" Huang Xuequan said.
"Is this your personal meaning or the Haotian Sect's meaning?"
"Look at this formation, what do you think?" Wu Ling Ancestor said.
"If we start a war, we'll start a war. Am I still afraid of you?"
"It seems that Haotian Sect is well prepared," Huang Xuequan said solemnly.
"I don't understand what the remnant promised you, and he is actually willing to make you pay such a price."
Huang Xuequan naturally didn't believe what Patriarch Wu Ling said about his relationship with the previous palace master.
If Tianluan Immortal Palace is destroyed, I am afraid that the entire Southern Territory will be like muddy water, churning unimaginably.
What the Haotian Sect wants is just an excuse to destroy them.
"Palace Master Huang, I can immortalize your Tianluan Immortal Palace, as long as you commit suicide in front of me," the ancestor of Wu Ling said with a smile again.
"Since Haotian Sect is not willing to give us a way to survive, there is no need to talk," Huang Xuequan shouted softly.
Directly strike first, and the blood luan floats in the hand.
That Xue Luan was larger than the previous Xue Luan in Lu Zhi's case, and its divine form was more fierce.
When Xue Luan appeared, blood mist rose all around.
It seems to be surrounding the ancestor of Wu Ling.
"Boy, if you don't become a saint, how can you fight with me?" the ancestor of Wuling said disdainfully.
In fact, I secretly complained, "Do you think everyone is as perverted as Mr. Xu?"
The ancestor of Wuling fell with his big palm, and the strong pressure directly sent Huang Xuequan flying away.
The Xue Luan was also broken every inch.
"Protect the palace master," here, the elders of Tianluan Immortal Palace saw this and shouted quickly.
However, their voices were also drowned in the shouts of death. Haotian Sect's spirit ship approached, and countless figures came from above to kill them.
They have too much time to take care of themselves.
"Huang Quan's bloody path, Xue Luan's demonic temptations," Huang Xuequan shouted with some violence.
The blood of Xue Luan turned purple-red, and it was so strange that even a blood-colored eye appeared in the sky.
When the eyes are closed, the yin and yang of heaven and earth hang upside down.
The dirty Netherworld River surrounded Xue Luan and dived towards the ancestor of Wu Ling.
"Tiger shape," behind the ancestor of Wu Ling, the beast spirit first appeared, and the tiger pounced directly.
He opened his big mouth and swallowed Xue Luan.
"How is that possible?" Huang Xuequan's figure was in a daze, as if he couldn't believe it.
His own special move was so easily cracked.
"Don't be surprised, you have to understand the difference between mysteries and laws," said the ancestor of Wuling.
"But you don't have time to understand. After you die, you can go to the Netherworld and ask."
As the ancestor of Wu Ling said, the tiger behind him roared loudly and pounced towards the Yellow Blood Spring.
"No," Huang Xuequan was startled and wanted to run away.
However, the tiger was obviously faster than him. He threw Huang Xuequan to the ground and swallowed it in a big mouth.
Seeing that he was about to die on the spot, the cry of a celestial luan suddenly sounded.
The tiger's shadow was directly shaken away.
"Brother Wu Ling has not been seen in recent years. This force is getting stronger and stronger," an old voice suddenly sounded.
I saw a celestial luan coming up from the sky, and on the back of the celestial luan, there was an old man with white beard and hair sitting.
The old man has an air of immortality and looks very old, but his aura is extremely calm.
It's as thick as a big mountain.
"Old man Xuluan is the only ancestor of our Tianluan Immortal Palace," Grandpa Wang's eyes narrowed and he explained to Xu Zimo next to him.
"Great Sage?" Xu Zimo asked.
Grandpa Wang nodded and said, "Things are a little difficult."
"It's not difficult. Haotian Sect has more than one great saint coming this time," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
He cast his gaze towards the center of the field and saw the yellow blood fountain as if he had found a savior.
Shouted: "Ancestor, save me."
"Please be quiet for a while first," Old Man Xuluan glanced at him and said calmly.
Then he looked at the ancestor of Wu Ling and said with a smile: "The wind is a bit strong today. Brother Wu Ling, it seems that there has never been any conflict between Tianluan Immortal Palace and Haotian Sect."
Ancestor Wu Ling looked in the direction of Wu Shaodi, and his meaning was self-evident.
"I want to know why?" asked the old man Xuluan.
He didn't think Wu Zhaodi was so capable that he could recruit Haotian Sect.
"Brother Xuluan, listen to my advice and don't interfere in this matter, otherwise your Tianluan Immortal Palace will be destroyed," said the ancestor of Wu Ling.
"If Brother Wu Ling doesn't make it clear today, I'm afraid I won't be able to let you do whatever you want," said the old man Xuluan, shaking his head.
"Xuluan, if you are too troublesome today, I will kill you too," as soon as the old man Xuluan finished speaking, Qi Haoran's voice rang out.
Qi Haoran was seen walking out with the Supreme Ancestor carrying a long sword on his back.
"Who are you?" Old Man Xuluan glanced at Qi Haoran.
Because Qi Haoran had been in seclusion for a long time and had not been born for a long time, old man Xuluan was also a little confused.
"The number one swordsman back then?"
Old Man Xuluan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You really think highly of me, Tianluan Immortal Palace, and the three great saints came together."
"Xuluan, we are not here for you. You should retreat, so as not to cause more damage to Tianluan Immortal Palace," the supreme ancestor also said.
The old man Xuluan had a gloomy expression on his face. He looked at the three great sages in front of him and then at Huangxuequan.
Finally he sighed deeply.
"Ancestor," Huang Xuequan looked at Old Man Xuluan with an ugly expression.
I saw old man Xuluan slowly retreating.
At this point, he can only protect the overall situation and cannot really fight.
Because you can't win the battle.
"Let's go," Xu Zimo looked at Wu Zhaodi and said.
"Whoever you want to kill is the lamb to be slaughtered."
With deep hatred in her eyes, Wu Zhaodi pointed at the Yellow Blood Spring and the elders who had danced the most happily at the beginning.
Huang Xuequan wanted to escape, but there were three great saints there, and all of them were suppressed in place, unable to move.
"Xuluan, this palace was mainly killed. I think your Tianluan Immortal Palace will also elect a new palace master," the ancestor of Wuling said with a smile.
"We will choose this ourselves," said the old man Xuluan.
"No, no, no, I would recommend a suitable candidate," said the ancestor of Wu Ling.
