Fang Yu and Chen Ye moved forward towards the direction of the Eight Feng Shen Sect.
"I didn't have time to ask last night, what did the Eight Feng Shen Sect do to the Yuhua Sect? Why did it leave a deep impression on you?" Fang Yu asked on the way.
Upon hearing this question, Chen Ye's face became gloomy, and his eyes became resentful and cold.
"When the Eight Feng Shen Sect took action, the Yuhua Sect was already at its weakest point." Chen Ye gritted his teeth and said, "But if it weren't for the aggravation of several sects in the southern border area, the Yuhua Sect would never be what it is now.
!And Master, wouldn’t do it so early..."
In Chen Ye's words full of anger and hatred, Fang Yu understood the original situation.
In a battle five hundred years ago, Lin Xunyu was supposed to enter the realm of transcendence, but he was attacked and killed at the critical moment of seclusion and was eventually seriously injured. The entire Yuhua Sect suffered heavy losses, completely ruining the hope of rising.
But the Yuhua Sect at that time was not reduced to the point where only a pair of masters and disciples depend on each other today.
And the final blow that led to the complete collapse of the Yuhua Sect... came from the alliance of the two sects in the southern border area.
Those two sects... are the current third-level immortal sects, the Eight-Feng Shen Sect and the True Martial Body Sect!
More than two hundred years ago, the Yuhua Sect had reached its weakest moment. There were less than a hundred people left in the entire sect, and most of them were old and had old wounds on their bodies.
Due to the battle five hundred years ago, Lin Xunyu's cultivation level regressed and he could barely maintain the Tianji realm. However, it was only at the realm, and his strength was no longer as good as that of a normal Tianji realm monk.
At that time, the Yuhua Sect was already very weak. The major sects that had joined forces at the beginning had reached a unanimous goal and no longer took action against the Yuhua Sect, but wanted to watch the Yuhua Sect slowly perish on its own.
Although this feeling was painful and humiliating, for the Yuhua Sect at that time, it was good to still be alive.
However, no one expected that after those big sects stopped taking action... the Eight Feng Shen Sect and the Zhenwu Ti Sect on the southern border had their thoughts moved.
These two sects were only fifth-level immortal sects at that time, and they were not ranked high in the southern border area.
They didn't know where they got the information, and they heard that there were many top-notch spells and secrets in the Yuhua Sect, so they joined forces to plot evil.
One morning more than two hundred years ago, they sent a group of the top monks from the sect to fight against the Yuhua Sect.
At that time, even if the Yuhua Sect faced two level five immortal sects, it had no power to fight back and could only let the mermaids eat their flesh.
There are less than a hundred monks left, guarding the Yuhua Gate.
Those monks who had experienced the battle five hundred years ago were already in their twilight years. Facing the elites of the Eight Feng Shen Sect and the True Martial Body Sect... they could only be crushed.
However, no one backed down.
In this way, most of the monks died again.
The elites of the Eight Feng Shen Sect and the Zhenwu Ti Sect broke into the Sutra Collection Pavilion of the Yuhua Sect and snatched away all the remaining secret books that had been looted several times.
"I will never forget the two heads of the Eight Feng Shen Sect and the Zhenwu Ti Sect! When they left, they saw two elders still panting..." Chen Ye's eyes were red, his teeth were clenching, and his eyes were shaking.
Clenching his fists, he said, "The two of them agreed that each of them would take one, and then they would kill the two elders... brutally!"
Chen Ye gasped for air, the hatred made him extremely painful.
"In the next two hundred years, there were less than ten people left in the Yuhua Sect. No newcomers were willing to join the Yuhua Sect, and the master had no idea of recruiting disciples... Therefore, as time went by, one person passed away one by one, and eventually
Only Master and I are left..."
Just listening to Chen Ye's words, Fang Yu could feel the despair.
The pain is certainly incomparable.
But this kind of constant suffering and torture, and watching familiar people die one by one... is so painful that it is unimaginable.
Even if ordinary people don't die, they will probably become crazy.
Fang Yu looked at Chen Ye.
At this time, Chen Ye's eyes were red and tears could not stop flowing down.
He has great courage to survive to this day.
"Thank you for your hard work." Fang Yu said.
"No, I'm not working hard. The pain in Master's heart is a hundred times greater than mine. I..." Chen Ye wiped his tears and choked up words.
Fang Yu stopped talking and looked forward.
The Eight Divine Sects and the Zhenwu Ti Sect.
Neither sect can escape revenge!
"The head of the Eight Feng Shen Sect at that time was called Di Chen, right?" Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and asked.
"...Yes." Chen Ye gradually calmed down and replied.
"The elites they brought back then should all be at the elder level now." Fang Yu said to himself, "Today is just the right time to catch them all in one fell swoop."
Saying that, Fang Yu looked at Chen Ye again.
Judging from the aura of cultivation, Chen Ye should have the strength of the second level of Tianji.
But the aura exuded by Chen Ye was not stable.
Obviously, Chen Ye must have suffered varying degrees of injuries in the past hundreds of years, and he has not recovered yet.
"Are you seriously injured?" Fang Yu asked.
Chen Ye's face changed slightly and he said: "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 and 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 extremely fast and quickly approached the location of the Eight Feng Shen Sect.
…
At this moment, the Eight-Feng Shen Sect is on the Heavenly God Peak.
Qiu Tianyi was wearing a black robe and standing in the main hall.
Nearly five hundred monks gathered in front of him!
Four hundred of the monks were wearing purple robes with the mark of the purple flame ball on them.
This shows that they come from the main peak!
These four hundred monks are all elite disciples trained by the Lord God Peak. Most of them are at the peak of the Daogang realm, and a very few have reached the first realm of Tianji!
The remaining sixty monks wore robes of other colors, indicating that they came from other peaks, but their strength was on the same level as the elite disciples of the main peak.
As for the remaining forty, these are the elders from each peak!
These elders all have cultivation levels above the Tianji realm!
Among them, the strongest ones are in the third level of Tianji Realm, and the slightly weaker ones are in the first level of Tianji Realm!
This is a big gathering!
More than 70% of the top power of the entire Eight Feng Shen Sect is gathered here.
"Everyone knows that the Son of God is seriously injured." Qiu Tianyi stood in the hall with cold eyes and said, "The person who hurt people is the Yaochi Holy Land! They not only seriously injured the Son of God and Yang Wu, but also took away the marriage contract.
Killing the five elders of Martial God Peak! This is an act of declaration of war! This is trampling on the dignity of our Eight Divine Sects!"
"Since the other side is going to declare war, we, the Eight Feng Shen Sect, as a third-level immortal sect, will never back down!"
"Today, we will go to Yaochi Holy Land and make the other party pay the same price!"
Qiu Tianyi's tone was full of murderous intent and majesty.
The five hundred monks present had serious faces, and their eyes were also full of anger and murderous intent.
Yaochi Holy Land's actions were too arrogant and arrogant, and they didn't take their Eight Divine Sects seriously at all!