Fang Yu and Chen moved forward all the way towards the position of the Eight Shenzong.

"I didn't have time to ask last night. What did the Eight -seal Shenzong did to Yuhua Gate at first? Why would it impressed you?" Fang Yu asked.

Hearing this problem, Chen Chen's face was gloomy, his eyes became resentful and cold.

"When the Eight Sea Shenzong shot, Yuhua Gate was the weakest time." Chen Yan gritted his teeth and said, "But if there is no fall in the shaft in the southern Jiangjiang boundary, Yuhuamen will eventually never be as now as it is now.

! And Master will not be so early ... "

Fang Yu knew the situation in the original situation in the words of Chen Chen full of anger and hatred.

Five hundred years ago, Lin Xunyu should have entered the border, but encountered attacks at a critical moment at a critical moment of retreat. In the end, he was seriously injured.

But at that time, Yuhua Gate was not reduced to the point where there was only one pair of teachers and apprentices.

And the last blow that caused Yuhua Gate to completely collapse ... It was the two Zongmen from the southern boundary.

Those two ancestors ... are today's three -level fairy gate, eight seals of Shenzong and Zhenwu Sect!

More than two hundred years ago, Yuhua Gate had reached the weakened moment. There were only less than 100 people left in the entire gate, and most of them were old, leaving an old injury on their bodies.

Due to the battle of five hundred years ago, Lin Xunyu's cultivation was backward and barely maintained in the heavenly realm, but it was just the maintenance of the realm. The strength was not as good as the normal monk.

At that time, Yuhua Gate was very weak. Those big doors that were joined forces at the beginning reached an consistent goal. They no longer practiced Yuhua Gate, but wanted to watch Yuhuamen slowly destroy themselves.

Although this feeling is painful and humiliated, it is good for the feathers at the time.

However, no one expected that after those big doors were no longer started ... the eight Shenzong and Zhenwu Sect in the southern boundary of the southern field moved.

These two Zongmen was only a five -level fairy gate at the time, and they could not rank in the southern boundary.

They did not know where to get information from, and heard that there were still many top surgical cheats in Yuhua Gate, and they all united to make a motion.

One morning more than two hundred years ago, they sent a group of monks in Zongmen to kill Yuhua Gate.

At that time, even if the Yuhuamen faced two five -level fairy doors, he had no power to return, and he could only serve as a mermaid.

Less than a hundred monks, staying at Yuhua Gate.

Those monks who originally experienced five hundred years ago, when they had reached the years of the wind candle, faced the elite of the eight Shenzong and Zhenwu Sect ... they could only be crushed.

But no one retreats.

In this way, most of these monks died again.

Those Eight Eight Sects and Zhenwu Sect broke into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Yuhua Gate, and they were scrubbed several times in the inside.

"I will never forget, the two heads of the Eight Sea Shenzong and Zhenwu Sect at that time! When they left, they saw that the two elders were still breathing ..." Chen Yan's eyes flushed, his teeth bite giggled, double

Fist tightly, saying, "The two say one person, one person, and then kill the two elders ... kill!"

Dust was panting, and the hatred made him extremely painful.

"In the next two hundred years, there were less than ten people left in Yuhua Gate. No newcomers were willing to join Yuhua Gate, and Master did not recruit disciples' ideas ... Therefore, with the passage of time, one person's death alone, in the end

Only me and Master left ... "

Just listening to Chen Yan's complaint, Fang Yu can feel this despair.

The pain cannot be compared.

But this kind of constant suffering to torture, and watching people who are familiar with each other one by one ... The painfulness is unimaginable.

Even if ordinary people do not follow, I am afraid that they will become crazy.

Fang Yu looked at Chen Chen.

At this time, the dust was red, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

He can live to this day, and he already has great courage.

"It's hard." Fang Yu said.

"No, I don't work hard. Master's heart is a hundred times more painful to me, I ..." Chen wiped tears, even more difficult.

Fang Yu no longer speak, look forward.

Eight Sea Shenzong, Zhenwu Sect.

Two Zongmen, don't want to escape revenge!

"The head of the eight Shenzong was called Dichen, right?" Fang Yu squinted slightly and asked.

"... Yes." Chen Yan's emotions gradually calmed down and replied.

"The elite they brought at the time should now be the presence of the elderly level." Fang Yu said to himself, "Today, just right," Fang the net. "

Speaking, Fang Yu looked at Chen Chen again.

From the perspective of cultivation, Chen should have the strength of the second realm of Tianji.

But the breath emitted by Chen is not stable.

Obviously, in the past hundreds of years, Chen Chen must have suffered to varying degrees of injuries, and has not recovered until now.

"Is the injury on your body very serious?" Fang Yu asked.

Chen Chen's face changed slightly, saying, "Although I am injured, I can still ..."

"Don't worry, I just want to say that after going back, I can help you take a look, maybe there is a way to restore your body." Fang Yu said.

"... Thank you!" Chen replied gratefully.

"call out!"

The speed of Fang Yu and Chen is extremely fast, and quickly approached the position of the eight gods.

Nympho

At this moment, the Eight Sea Shenzong, the Tian Shen Peak.

Qiu Tianyi was wearing a black robe and standing on the head of the main hall.

In front of him, nearly 500 monks gathered!

Among them, 400 monks were wearing purple robes, and the imprint of purple flame balls on the robe.

This shows that they come from the main god peak!

These four hundred monks are elite disciples cultivated by the main gods. Most of the realm are at the peak of the Taoist realm, and very few reaches the first realm of heaven!

The remaining sixty monks wore other colors of robes, indicating that they came from other peaks, but the elite disciples of the strength and the main god peak were on a horizontal line.

As for the remaining forty, this is the elders of each peak!

These elders have the cultivation above the heavens!

Among them, the strong person has the third realm of Tianji, and the weaker is the first realm of Tianji!

This is a big assembly!

The entire eight of the top 70 % of the top power of Shenzong brings together here.

"The son of God is seriously injured. Everyone knows this." Qiu Tianyi stood on the temple, his eyes were cold, saying, "The wounded person is the Holy Land of Yaochi! They not only seriously hurt the son of the Son and Yang, but also took away the marriage.

Five elders who killed Wu Shenfeng! This is already a declaration of war! This is trampled on the dignity of our eight Shenzong! "

"Since the other party wants to declare war, we will be the third -level immortal door, and we will never shrink!"

"Today, we will go to the Holy Land of Yaochi and let the other party pay the same price!"

Qiu Tianyi's tone is full of murderous intentions and majesty.

The five hundred monks were serious, and their eyes were also full of anger and murder.

The practice of the Holy Land of Yaochi is too arrogant and arrogant.
Chapter completed!