The huge lotus flower turned into an ink dragon before everyone's eyes, and swept up like a tornado under the sea, roaring towards the sky.
"Go." But there was an explosion in the ink-colored tornado.
In an instant, the ink dragon flew out and rushed towards the sky.
The tornado swept across, leaving the three sect masters on the ground empty.
Only Yun Shitian was left at the location of the circle, and the intact misty scepter in front of him.
"Save people." After seeing clearly at a glance that the three major sect masters were caught in the tornado by Yun Shitian and thrown out, the master of the Poseidon Sect roared urgently.
Then he jumped up suddenly and rushed towards the tornado.
At the same moment, Hai Mofeng, Jiaxuan Moyan, Shuangye City Lord and others also rushed forward.
"Boom." Five lights exploded, and everyone worked together to break through Yun Shitian's black tornado.
The ink spread out, and the three sect leaders suddenly fell down covered in blood.
"Sect Master, Sect Master..."
Immediately, the surrounding disciples of the six sects gathered around in horror, shouting one after another, and became a chaotic mess.
But the people on Luo Yu's side were all happy, but did not move.
"Who else is dissatisfied?" In this chaos, Yun Shitian threw down his sleeves, picked up the misty scepter and stood up slowly.
His silver hair dazzled in the setting sun, and his body was filled with coldness and murderousness. Standing with his backlit, he looked like a murderous god standing high on a mountain.
The chaotic scene suddenly calmed down, and everyone in the six sects looked at each other in shock.
"Okay, as expected, there are talented people from all over the country. We lost. I accept the blame."
In this silence, the leader of Poseidon Sect spoke with a complicated expression.
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled it.
Then, using blood as color, he quickly wrote a hundred-year contract and sealed it with the order of the Poseidon Sect Master.
Then, he threw it at the head of the Lou Xing family and others behind him, turned around and left: "Hai Mofeng, let's go."
The six sect masters took action and failed to win against three of them. This was simply a shame and a great humiliation.
Lou Xing, the leaders of the five sects of the Ice Saint Palace still had the nerve to be entangled, and they all held up their bodies, stamped their seals, and left.
Today, they had to admit defeat.
From now on, among the six sects in the world, there will be one more King Wangtian, Yun Shitian.
The wind blows and the afterglow of spring comes.
"Jia Xuan Mo Yan, let's go." The six sects were speechless and left one after another.
"Wait a minute." Just when the six sect masters looked ugly and wanted to leave, Luo Yu, who had not moved since he was eliminated, suddenly said.