Everyone was unable to refute Dugu Changkong's words and were speechless.
yes!
With Dugu Changkong's ability, if he really determined to seize resources or kill people, the major holy places would never have peace.
"I am willing to drink this cup of tea for the Holy Master."
A core elder of Penglai Villa stood up and expressed his attitude.
The Holy Lord symbolizes the face and dignity of a force and cannot be trapped on Tingdao Mountain.
"You are not qualified."
A mere elder in the late Mahayana period would never be able to catch Dugu Changkong's eyes.
This elder's face was red, angry and helpless. In the eyes of the world, he was a Mahayana monk, aloof and untouchable. But in the eyes of beings like Dugu Changkong, he was not worth mentioning.
"I have admired fellow Taoist Dugu for many years, but I have never had the opportunity to make tea and discuss Taoism. Taking this opportunity today, I would like to ask for a cup of tea. Is it okay?"
At this moment, a hoarse voice came from a distance. Soon after, an old man in cloth clothes appeared. He had white hair and yellow skin, and his face was full of wrinkles. He looked very old.
"Uncle Master."
Holy Lord Penglai quickly saluted.
"Ancestor."
The elders were startled and bowed.
The visitor is a Supreme Patriarch from Penglai Villa, with a very high status.
"Can."
Dugu Changkong pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.
Seeing that Penglai Villa has no intention of defaulting on the debt and is willing to handle the matter properly, Dugu Changkong can give in. After all, you can be strong, but you cannot push others to a dead end.
"Thank you."
Penglai Ancestor cupped his fists and said.
Afterwards, Penglai Patriarch set foot on Tingdao Mountain without hesitation.
Under the gaze of everyone, Penglai Ancestor was walking on flat ground at first, and then his pace became slower and slower. Half an hour later, Penglai Ancestor was trapped in a certain location on Tingdao Mountain, with dozens of traces appearing on his body.
Ancient Taoist pattern.
Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts trembled.
People in the world don't understand what kind of power the Hearing Dao Mountain has, and it can trap a mighty person whose strength reaches the sky.
"It turns out...it's such a power of will."
Somewhere on the mountain, Penglai Patriarch experienced it personally and understood everything.
He did not resist the law power of Tingdao Mountain, and his consciousness went to a mysterious space, where he saw the real scene of the Demonic Abyss and everything Qingzong had done for countless years.
The seal of Moyuan is about to be completely destroyed, and it will be impossible to rely on a Qingzong in the future.
Dugu Changkong not only wants to restore the sect's face, but also changes some people's ideas and makes them truly realize the horror of the Demonic Abyss.
Three hundred thousand years ago, all the major sects in the empire signed an agreement, and those sages were willing to die. It was precisely because they had seen the horror of the Demonic Abyss and knew how serious the consequences would be.
In today's world, although every sect has records of the Demonic Abyss, they have never experienced it personally.
In the eyes of many people, the declining Qing Sect can defend the Demonic Abyss, and it is definitely not a major event that will destroy the world, so there is no need to worry too much.
Therefore, some holy places even moved to uproot the Qingzong, and then have the opportunity to re-sign the contract and suppress the Demon Abyss together.
As everyone knows, the reason why the sages of the Qing Sect can guard the Demonic Abyss is because of the inheritance and the sealing formation. Once the formation is broken, even a group of powerful gods and bridges cannot seal the Demonic Abyss again.
After 300,000 years, Mo Yuan's power has become much stronger than before.
In addition, the strong men in today's era are far inferior to those in the past.
"The road ahead is difficult, and this is all I can do."
Dugu Changkong turned his attention to Chen Qingyuan. The future affairs can only be left to the next generation. He will definitely not be able to see what the future holds.
The monks in Penglai Holy Land looked heavy and were completely embarrassed.
"Walk."
Holy Lord Penglai led a group of elders and retreated to the chariot. Originally, he planned to fall out with the Qingzong directly and leave.
However, the ancestor of Penglai saw far ahead, and it didn't matter if he voluntarily went up the mountain and lost face.
The talent shown by Chen Qingyuan is too terrifying. If it is not wiped out, the Qingzong will surely regain its prosperity in the future and even reach a higher level. In this situation, the Penglai ancestor does not dare to bet.
It's just embarrassing, it's no big deal. If Penglai Holy Land falls into the crisis of annihilating the sect, then it will be a real regret.
"Everyone, how do you choose?"
The voice of Dugu Changkong came slowly.
The senior officials of other sects were all silent.
I thought that Chen Qingyuan's foundation was sealed and that his peers could easily defeat him, but the result was unexpected.
If the juniors are allowed to fight against Chen Qingyuan, they won't have much chance of winning.
If you don't fight and are unwilling to climb the mountain, there is only one way to go.
If you completely break up with Qingzong and try to resolve the grudges in the future, there will be casualties.
"I want to try."
Suddenly, a young man broke the dull atmosphere.
Everyone followed the sound and saw a young man in a green shirt holding a three-foot sword in his hand.
"What are you doing here? Get out."
The Holy Master of the Dongli Sword Sect scolded.
"Master, this disciple wants to fight Chen Qingyuan."
The visitor is Dongli Jianzi, whose name is Jiang Xun.
The top monster in the imperial state had participated in the Hundred Meridians Feast and was very powerful.
"There is not much difference in strength between you and Su Xingyun, so you are no match for Chen Qingyuan."
The sword master secretly transmitted the message.
"Disciple knows, but if a sword cultivator is afraid of powerful enemies, how can he have a clear mind?"
During the Baimai Feast, Jiang Xun discovered the ancestor's sword, but unfortunately he was unable to bring it back. He reported this matter to the senior officials of the Holy Land, which attracted great attention.
Unfortunately, the Dongli Sword Sect tried various methods but failed to obtain the sword of their ancestors, so they had to give up.
"Why bother if you still fight when you know you will lose?"
The sword master of Dongli sighed softly and said in a message.
"To become stronger."
Jiang Xun did not use secret techniques to transmit his voice, but spoke frankly so that everyone could hear clearly.
"This is not a competition, but a matter of cause and effect between our sect and the Qing Sect. If you lose, the Dongli Sword Sect must make a choice without delay."
Until now, the top leaders of the Dongli Sword Sect have still not negotiated a result.
Some people think that it doesn't matter if they fall out with Qingzong. Anyway, Dugu Changkong doesn't have many years to live, so he can just drag it out as long as he can. Some people think that Qingzong adheres to the belief of guarding the Demonic Abyss and deserves respect, and should not be bullied anymore.
In short, most of the forces want to drag it out, and it will be difficult to make a decision in a short period of time. Once Dugu Changkong dies, everything will be easier to handle.
"Master, our ancestors did something wrong, do you want to make the same mistake again and again?"
As a swordsman, Jiang Xun could participate in high-level discussions. When he heard the ruthless remarks of some elders, he was very angry and mustered up the courage to come. He would rather be punished than speak out his inner thoughts.
"presumptuous!"
In front of the heroes of the world, the master of Dongli Sword was so questioned by his disciple that he lost face, turned pale and scolded him loudly.