Before this, the conflicts among the three sects had already intensified.

During the hundreds of years that the Patriarch has been in seclusion, the three sects have been in a state of internal strife. The Yun Sect is in the end it is now, and it is all its own fault.

Even if the foundation of the three sects is still very strong, facing the unknown world of Jiuye, who dares to say that they will be able to survive.

Under the nine leaves, there are all ants.

The leader of the Yun Sect, Yun Wuji, is dead. The remaining disciples of the Yun Sect are leaderless and will inevitably end up in chaos.

If the Patriarch Yuntianluo was still there, it would be easy to talk about these things. Now that even the Patriarch has gone to the west, who can still obey him?

Nangong Wei and Feng are on equal terms, who dares to say that the other has no selfish motives?

Therefore, it is the safest thing to let Motian Pavilion come out to take charge of the overall situation.

After all, he was the number one nine-leaf expert at that time.

If Nine Leaves supports us, why should the three sects be unhappy?

Nangong Wei can settle this account better than anyone else.

What's more, Senior Ji only confirmed the existence of Jiuye. No one knows how this process will be and how many thorns and dangers it will be filled with.

If I had Jiuye's guidance, this road would be much smoother.

The two sect masters and the disciples of the three sects all looked at Lu Zhou.

There was a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Lu Zhou's gaze passed over dozens of barriers, from the suspended disciples to the secret tower of Tiande Holy Land.

Shaked his head:

"Life and death, destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven, and Motian Pavilion is not a good hall."

"..."

Nangong Wei looked disappointed, "But, Grandmaster..."

"You dare to mention Yuntianluo?" Lu Zhou glanced at everyone, and there was no need to say the rest.

Perhaps because they were both ancestors, Lu Zhou felt particularly sympathetic to Yuntianluo's experience.

Yunzong Yun Wuji deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors. Nangong Wei and Feng Yifan could have prevented such a thing from happening if they were more careful.

Just like the ten major factions besieging Jinting Mountain, if Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong appear together, which of the ten major factions dares to challenge Motian Pavilion?

The matter has come to this, and it is useless to think too much about it.

Lu Zhou turned around and walked towards the Chuanyun Flying Chariot.

Xiao Yuan'er, Ming Shiyin, and Leng Luo followed.

When Hua Wudao saw this, he bowed three times in the direction of Tiande Holy Land with no expression on his face.

"Elder Hua, can you say a few kind words in front of Senior Ji?" Nangong Wei begged.

Hua Wudao still looked numb.

He was still immersed in the state of his ancestor's death and had no thoughts to care about it.

Hearing Nangong Wei's plea, Hua Wudao shook his head: "You will not live if you do it yourself."

After saying that, Hua Wudao stood up and left Tiande Holy Land quickly.

If he had some affection for the three sects before, it was gone now.

Zuo Yushu shook his head.

Without thinking much, he turned and left.

"Old-timer, old-timer...I, I will take the helm with you!"

Luo Zong's second elder, Lu Ping, immediately ran over.

Shan Yunzheng was a little angry when she saw his appearance, and was about to scold him when Feng pointed his finger and said in a deep voice: "Shut your mouth."

Feng Yizhi's eyes darkened, and Shan Yunzheng was so frightened that she didn't dare to speak anymore.

After all, he is also the sect leader of Luo Zong, so he can suppress your elder.

Everyone watched the flying chariot of Motian Pavilion slowly rise into the sky.

Pass through the barrier and disappear into the sea of ​​clouds.

"Shan Yunzheng, are you tired of living?" Feng Yizhi turned around and asked.

"ah?"

"Since Lu Ping is flattering, let him flatter him. Can you afford to offend Jiuye?"

"But... But Motian Pavilion seems to look down on us!" Shan Ynzheng looked innocent.

"That's their business." Feng Yizhi scolded.

Nangong Wei nodded: "To be precise, no one can look down upon the current Demonic Sky Pavilion. Don't take yourself too seriously. At this point, it's not important... Pass my order——"

"The disciple is here."

"Notify the three sects, everyone is on the same page, and Motian Pavilion will personally visit Tiande Holy Land to guide the three sects in their practice."

The disciple was stunned, raised his head and said, "That's all?"

"These are enough."

Feng Yi pointed and nodded.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The core elders nearby quickly understood the intentions of the two elders.

They only need to convey one message to the outside world, that is, the relationship between Motian Pavilion and the three sects is extraordinary. The rest can be left to the outside world to guess.

The more cloudy and foggy it is, the more elusive it becomes.

In this case, who dares to underestimate the three sects?

…

Flying through the clouds on the chariot.

Lu Ping took the helm and crossed the last barrier.

The car is familiar with the road, smooth and stable.

Ming Shiyin praised: "You are good at steering the helm. Are you interested in joining our Demon Sky Pavilion?"

When Lu Ping heard this, he said excitedly: "Really? Is it really possible?"

At this time, who doesn’t want to join Motian Pavilion.

"That's not possible," Ming Shi Yin said.

"..."

In the past, I might have considered persuading the master to take him in, but now the Demonic Pavilion naturally wants to take in stronger people.

See this scene.

Zuo Yushu frowned slightly.

Even practitioners in the Yuan Shen Tribulation Realm can't enter the Demonic Sky Pavilion's Dharma Eyes?

She turned her head and looked at Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou was found to be lost in thought.

Lu Zhou looked at the mountains and sea of ​​clouds, but his thoughts flew to the sky.

"Luo..."

What exactly is Luo?

Who is this person, and what secrets does he hide?

A person who can make a mediocre person like Yun Tianluo soar to the sky should have become famous three hundred years ago. Why doesn't anyone know about it?

Yuntian Luo doesn't know, Leng Luo doesn't know, and Hua Wudao doesn't know either.

Zuo Yushu heard the word "Luo" and said, "Brother Ji is thinking about that mysterious figure?"

"You don't care about the person who holds the secrets of Nine Leaves or even Ten Leaves?"

"It's a pity that I have never heard of such a person." Zuo Yushu said.

After hearing this, Mingshi said, "Isn't it normal to have a master who lives in the hidden world?"

Leng Luo said: "If what Yuntian Luo said is true, this person's cultivation level must be extremely high."

"Yes... and if you just throw in some skills, you can become the leader of the three sects. I feel better than my master..." Ming Shiyin said half of the sentence and swallowed it hard. He wanted to say that he was more powerful than his master. But after a while

Thinking that the master takes care of nine disciples and the mysterious figure only takes care of one person, there is no comparison.

Zuo Yushu suddenly turned around and put down the crutch in his hand.
To be continued...