Fang Yu and Chen Ye walked forward towards the direction of the Eight-Feng Shenzong.
"I didn't have time to ask last night, what did the Eight-Feng Shenzong do to Yuhua Sect? Why did it leave a deep impression on you?" Fang Yu asked on the way.
Hearing this question, Chen Ye's face turned gloomy and his eyes became resentful and cold.
"When the Eight-Feng Shenzong took action, the Yuhua Sect was at its weakest time." Chen Ye gritted his teeth and said, "But if there were no more than the sects in the Southern Frontier, the Yuhua Sect would never be like this in the end.
! And Master, it won’t be so early…”
In Chen Ye's words full of anger and hatred, Fang Yu knew what was going on.
In a battle five hundred years ago, Lin Xunyu should have entered the realm of mortality, but was attacked at the critical moment of retreat and was eventually seriously injured. The entire Yuhua Sect suffered heavy losses, completely destroying the hope of rising.
But at that time, the Yuhua Sect would not have fallen to the point where only a pair of masters and apprentices depend on each other for their lives today.
The last blow that caused the complete collapse of the Yuhua Sect... came from the joint efforts of two sects in the southern border area.
Those two sects... are the current third-level immortal sect, the Eight-Feng Shen Sect and the Zhenwu Tie Sect!
More than two hundred years ago, the Yuhua Sect had reached its weakest moment, with less than a hundred people left in the entire sect, and most of them were old and old wounds left on them.
Due to the battle five hundred years ago, Lin Xunyu's cultivation level regressed and barely maintained at the Heavenly Realm, but it was only the realm of maintaining, and his strength was no longer as good as that of the normal Heavenly Realm cultivator.
The Yuhua Sect was already very weak at that time. The sects that had joined forces had reached an unanimous goal and no longer attacked the Yuhua Sect, but wanted to watch the Yuhua Sect slowly perish on its own.
Although this feeling was painful and humiliating, it would be good for the Yuhua Sect at that time to be able to survive.
However, no one expected that after those major sects stopped taking action... the Eight Feng Shen Sects and Zhenwu Ti Sects on the Southern Frontier Area became thoughtful.
These two sects were only level five immortal sects at that time and could not be ranked in the southern border.
They didn't know where they got the information. When they heard that there were many top-notch magic secrets in the Yuhua Sect, they joined forces to make mistakes.
One morning more than two hundred years ago, they sent a group of top monks from the sect to fight to Yuhua Sect.
At that time, even when the Yuhua Sect faced two level five immortal sects, they had no power to fight back and could only let the mermaid meat.
Less than a hundred monks remained, guarding the Yuhua Gate.
Those cultivators who had experienced the battle five hundred years ago were already in their twilight years, and faced the elites of the Eight Tender God Sect and the Zhenwu Tie Sect... they could only be crushed.
However, no one backed down.
In this way, most of the monks died again.
The elites from the Eight Fengshen Sect and the Zhenwu Tie Sect broke into the Sutra Library of Yuhua Sect and snatched away all the secret books that had been washed and washed several times inside.
"I will never forget the two leaders of the Eight Feng Shen Sect and Zhenwu Ti Sect at that time! When they left, they saw two elders still gasping..." Chen Ye's eyes were red, his teeth clattered, and his teeth were chewing.
He clenched his fist and said, "The two of them agreed to be one, and then they killed the two elders...!"
Chen Ye gasped, and his hatred made him extremely painful.
"In the next two hundred years, less than ten people remained in Yuhua Sect, no newcomer was willing to join Yuhua Sect, and the master had no idea of recruiting disciples... Therefore, as time passed, one by one passed, and finally,
Only me and my master are left…”
Just listening to Chen Ye’s words, Fang Yu could feel this despair.
The pain is certainly incomparable.
But this kind of scene of constantly suffering and watching familiar people die one by one... the degree of pain is unimaginable.
Even if ordinary people don’t die, they may become crazy.
Fang Yu looked at Chenye.
At this time, Chen Ye's eyes were red and tears couldn't stop flowing down.
He has great courage to live to this day.
"Thank you for your hard work." Fang Yu said.
"No, I don't work hard. Master's inner pain is a hundred times that of me. I..." Chen Ye wiped his tears and swallowed even more.
Fang Yu stopped talking and looked forward.
Eight feudal Shenzong, Zhenwu Tie Sect.
Neither of the two sects can escape revenge!
"The head of the Eight-Feng Shenzong was named Di Chen at that time, right?" Fang Yu asked slightly narrowed his eyes.
"…Yes.” Chen Ye's mood gradually calmed down and he replied.
"The elites they brought at that time should now become elder-level existences." Fang Yu said to himself, "Today, I'm just about to catch them all."
As he said that, Fang Yu looked at Chenye again.
Judging from the cultivation aura, Chen Ye should have the strength of the second realm of the Heavenly Viagra.
But the aura emitted by Chen Ye is not stable.
Obviously, Chen Ye must have suffered varying degrees of injuries in the past few hundred years and has not recovered until now.
"Your injuries are quite serious, right?" Fang Yu asked.
Chen Ye's face changed slightly and he said, "Sect Master, although I am injured, I can still..."
"Don't worry, I just want to say that after I go back, I can help you take a look. Maybe there is a way to restore your body." Fang Yu said.
"...Thank you, Master!" Chen Ye replied gratefully.
"call out!"
Fang Yu and Chen Ye were very fast and quickly approached the location of the Eight Fences Divine Sects.
...
At this moment, Eight Tender Divine Sects are on the Tianshen Peak.
Qiu Tianyi was wearing a black robe and stood on the main hall of the sect.
Nearly five hundred monks gathered in front of him!
Among them, four hundred monks were wearing purple robes, with the mark of purple flame balls on them.
This shows that they come from the main god peak!
These 400 cultivators are all elite disciples trained by the Main God Peak. Most of the realms are at the peak of the Daogang Realm, and very few have reached the first level of the Heavenly Realm!
The other sixty monks were wearing robes of other colors, indicating that they were from other peaks, but their strength was on the same level as the elite disciples of the main god peak.
As for the remaining forty, these are the elders from each peak!
These elders all have the cultivation level above the Heavenly Realm!
Among them, the strong ones have the third realm of Tianji, and those with a slightly weaker ones have the first realm of Tianji!
This is a big assembly!
More than 70% of the top powers of the entire Eight Seals of God Sect are gathered here.
"The Son of God is seriously injured, everyone knows this." Qiu Tianyi stood in the hall with cold eyes and said, "Those who hurt others are the holy land of Yaochi! They not only seriously injured the Son of God and Yang Wu, but also took away the marriage contract.
The five elders who killed the Wushen Peak! This is an act of declaring war! This is trampling on the dignity of our eight gods!”
"Since the other party is going to declare war, our Eight Tender Divine Sects, as a third-level immortal sect, will never retreat!"
"Today, we will go to the Yaochi Holy Land and make the other party pay the same price!"
Qiu Tianyi's tone was filled with murderous intent and majesty.
The five hundred monks present looked serious, and their eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent.
The practice of the Yaochi Holy Land is too arrogant and does not take their Eight Tender Sects seriously!