There was an embarrassing silence in the hall.

The disciples of Fenxiang Valley all glared at Qin Mu, but the truly rank elders, together with the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, looked at the Tao Xuan Zhenren on the main position.

For them, at this point, the problem of Burning Incense Valley and even the Beast God have become small problems.

The key is, who does Qin Mu's attitude represent?

Dao Xuan, the head of Qingyun Sect, silently drank the tea in his hand, as if it was nothing to do with him.

The look on Yun Yilan's face made his beloved disciple Li Xun start to be scared.

"True Master Daoxuan, is this your Qingyun Sect's way of treating guests?" He suddenly turned around and looked at Qin Mu: "Is this the confidence of your Qingyun Sect's Dare to slander me for no reason?"

His robe flew, and his aura was even more sharp than before.

Master Puhong, who was sitting next to him, narrowed his eyebrows and knew that he had underestimated the most low-key monk among the leaders of the three sects.

The entire Tongtian Peak was alarmed by his momentum. Even under Tongtian Peak, a faint roar came from the mountain protection beast and the water kirin, which were awakened.

At this time, Yun Yilan was already standing on a black lotus platform, isolated in the air.

The lotus platform was originally in the shape of a ball of flames, and it was now in a blazing momentum. Obviously, its owner's mood was not calm.

"True Master Daoxuan, although my Fenxiang Valley is a small family from the wilderness, it is not as famous as your Qingyun Sect, but today you allow your disciples to insult my master's sect and ruin my reputation. Today, I, Yun Yilan, is the master of the Fenxiang Valley Valley. If I cannot seek justice for my Master's sect, I will have no face to face my ancestors and ancestors of the Fenxiang Valley!"

"I Burning Incense Valley has been the blood shed for the people of southern Xinjiang and the righteous path of the world for nearly a thousand years. You Qingyun Sect will forget it, and the people of the world will not forget it!"

His heart was fierce and his voice shook all directions. Feeling this murderous aura, no one would doubt Yun Yilan's determination.

Master Puhong sighed lightly and persuaded him, "I'm afraid there is any misunderstanding here. I have three schools of righteousness and righteousness, and I have the same spirit, so why do I do this?"

Everyone in the field turned their attention to the still silent Zhenren Daoxuan, and even many of the Qingyun Sect's disciples were puzzled.

Some Qingyun disciples even began to glare at Qin Mu's culprit for making crazy words.

The field completely quieted down, and there was only the sound of Yun Yilan's black flame burning the air in the air.

"A hundred years ago, among the five tribes of the southern Xinjiang human race, Miao, Tu, Zhuang, Li and Gaoshan, the Zhuang tribe's holy weapon was stolen, and the great elder was killed by someone using the Fire Path Method."

A cold voice sounded from the hall. Wan Jianyi stood beside Yun Yilan, and the sword light of the Dragon Slaying Sword fell together with his words.

However, his eyes were not looking at Yun Yilan at all, but he just looked outside the hall in a daze, as if he had no focus.

"Eighty years ago, the Tu tribe was also attacked by a man in black. Not only was the holy weapon lost, but nearly 300 families in the ancestral land disappeared. The Tu tribe was in a slump and had no power to revive again."

"The Taoist method used by the man in black is also the action of fire. The flames spread across the sky for ten days and ten nights, and the water will never be destroyed, and it will die if it touches the body."

"From eighty years ago, the other three tribes began to guard against accidents, but no one came to attack again. Until ten years ago-"

When Wan Jian said this, he finally turned his gaze and stared at Yun Yilan.

"Ten years ago, the Gaoshan tribe was wiped out from southern Xinjiang overnight. The tens of thousands of tribes in the middle of the five tribes in southern Xinjiang were like this, and all of them were taken away by others. Only some of the scattered soldiers were left, and they survived in remote places."

"On the land of the high mountain tribe, only the burning scars were left."

"That that thing that has been immortal on the ground for ten years is the black flame with boundless anger you are today."

Speaking of this, the Dragon-Slaying Sword was unsheathed, and a green light rose into the sky from the Yuqing Palace.

"Master Yungu, please ask me Qingyun for justice. Who should the nearly 100,000 human races in southern Xinjiang who died tragically for this holy weapon? Today I bring the remains of the five tribes in southern Xinjiang, and outside the hall, Master Yungu, who will give them justice?"

The air in the field seemed to have finally been torn apart.

From the beginning of Qin Mu's entry, everyone began to fall into an inexplicable sense of suffocation, just like before the heavy rain, the air on the street began to become wet and thin.

When Wan Jianyi finished this passage, the people in the field seemed to be in a sudden heavy rain, in a mess and happy mood.

Whether it was the stunned Tianyin Temple or the angry Fenxiang Valley, they all stared blankly at this man with an expressionless face as if he was an endorsed letter.

Yun Yilan could no longer hear what Wan Jian said repeatedly in his ears. Even with his cultivation level, he felt that there was only a buzzing sound in his ears.

He raised his eyes and blindly found Daoxuan's gaze.

I saw Daoxuan looking at him without a trace of fluctuation.

"So that's it, so that's it." His body trembled and was about to fall from the lotus platform.

The reliance of Fenxiang Valley is his identity as the righteous path, and his reputation for almost all the three factions of the righteous path to prosper and lose their reputation.

But Qingyun told him with his actions today - even if he was broken through the net, he would die.

Only then did he realize that Qingyunmen would rather have the reputation of righteousness plummeted than overturn the Fenxiang Valley.

Daoxuan stood up, walked to the hall, and spoke, "My Qingyun Sect has been established for two thousand years, and has always been respected by the people of the world. The Taoist cultivators in the world also sell us a lot of face and have also had a thousand years of friendship with the Fenxiang Valley and Tianyin Temple."

"Someone told me that the righteous path will prosper, so why bother to tear the face? To be honest, I, the leader of Qingyun, have no talent, have done some wrong things, and have no face to say anything great."

He said this and looked at Wan Jianyi, who was expressionless on the side.

The Qingyun leader present all knew in his heart what he was talking about.

Daoxuan turned his head and looked at Yun Yilan. His face turned pale, looking at Daoxuan who obviously had nothing to say.

"Sometimes ago, the Demon Sect attacked my Qingyun Mountain. The Poison God said something to me, saying that our righteous path is hiding dirt and filth, which is more terrifying than the Demon Sect."

He stopped at this time, looked at Yun Yilan quietly, and asked softly.

"Master Yungu, do you think, right?"

Yun Yilan was speechless, and even Master Puhong, who was beside him, lowered his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name.

"It's better for Junior Brother Qin to say that if the righteous way is a ball, what should I do? The righteous cannot suppress the evil. Is the evil too strong or not righteous enough?"

He slowly walked back to his main position and gently stroked the sword of the leader who was placed on the seat.

"Although I, Qingyun, do not claim to be a hero, I am ashamed to be with you, the three righteous sects, and I, Qingyun, cannot afford this title!"
Chapter completed!