Chapter two hundred and eighty seventh still alive
Nie Yuan was prepared to go to hell with the enemy and hunt down the sect leaders of the seventeen major sects and the second-grade elders.
His idea was very simple, while he still had the strength to kill, he would solve the trouble for the Martial God Sect.
He didn't want to have the Wushen Sect buried with him when he died.
But he didn't expect that Feng Hao would slap him unconscious...
Of course, before Nie Yuan fell into coma, a thought flashed across his mind: How could he knock me out...
He is a first-class mortal saint.
At that time, he was not at the end of his strength. Even a first-grade Mortal Saint could be knocked unconscious. His strength was a bit terrifying.
"If I didn't knock you out, you wouldn't be able to see me now... Now that the sect master is awake, it's time for us to leave..."
Feng Hao then left the source of Dragon Veins with his hands behind his back.
But before leaving, he deliberately took a look at the situation of the dragon vein and found that in order to repair the foundation of a first-class mortal saint, the last trace of the dragon vein's spiritual energy was exhausted...
Nie Yuan also noticed something strange about the dragon veins, and probably knew the reason why his foundation was now repaired.
It was obvious that he had exhausted all the power of his dragon veins.
Nie Yuan followed Feng Hao and walked out of the Dragon Vein. When Nie Yuan felt the blood filling the air, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
The river that flows through the Wushen Sect is still the color of blood, and there are small dirt bags everywhere in the mountains.
Obviously, they are all the graves of dead warriors, densely packed together, as if there are mourning music playing in the heaven and earth.
"Everyone is...all dead?"
Nie Yuan saw that the Wushen Sect was extremely desolate and lifeless.
Although he was unable to use any spiritual power now, his naked eyes were still very sharp, but he scanned the entire top of the Martial God Mountain and could not see any disciples of the Martial God Sect.
There are only graves and burned-out caves.
Thump!
Nie Yuan knelt down with his legs bent, kowtowed three times towards the graves of the disciples of the Martial God Sect, and said loudly: "It's the sect master who can't help you..."
Feng Hao saw that Nie Yuan was moved by the scene, and his mood was extremely low. He said softly: "Except for the people who sacrificed their lives for the sect in the first place, everyone else is still alive..."
"Um?"
Nie Yuan was stunned for a moment. He looked left and right but didn't see any disciples of the Martial God Sect. He looked at Feng Hao and said, "What about them?"
Feng Hao took out the imperial edict of the Emperor of Great Xia from his sleeve robe, handed it to Nie Yuan and said: "Wushen Sect is already the number one sect in the southern region. The elders and disciples of the sect all think that Tianluo Sect is a good place.
The migration has passed..."
"Haha, I don't believe it..."
Of course Nie Yuan didn't believe it. After all, if the seventeen major sects joined forces, and if the masters of each major sect joined forces with the elders, his chances of winning would not be high.
Although Feng Hao had the ability to knock him out, but... it felt a bit like a sneak attack.
Therefore, if the Wushen Sect wants to occupy the mountain gate of Tianluo Sect, at least the leader and elders of Tianluo Sect must die.
Even the strong men of the other sixteen sects must die.
But...if all seventeen major sects were destroyed, how could the Emperor of Great Xia still declare an edict and personally grant the Martial God Sect the first sect in the Southern Territory.
In such a situation where one family is the dominant one, wouldn't the Emperor of Great Xia worry about the Southern Territory falling out of his control?
"If you don't believe me, just go and see for yourself and you will know..."
Feng Hao did not expect that Nie Yuan, the leader of the Martial God Sect, would also be aware of his abnormal behavior during this period...
Can't you see that you are much stronger than him?
Not to mention the seventeen major sects joining forces, even the twenty-seven sects would be doomed if they joined forces.
"Okay... my flying boat is at the main peak, let's go to Tianluo Sect..."
Nie Yuan was a little hesitant but also looking forward to it.
Feng Hao glanced at the main peak that was burned into ruins, then flew over with Nie Yuan, and found the intact flying boat from the cave on the main peak.
This flying boat is different from the flying boats of other members of the Martial God Sect. It is made entirely of glass, and when it sees the sun, it actually shines with colorful light.
"Let's go, I know where Tianluo Sect is..."
Although Nie Yuan is not able to control a flying boat in his current state, he can still guide the way...
Lin Yu had no choice but to act as a boatman and control the glass flying boat at a speed that broke the sound barrier.
The Southern Territory is vast, and it should be the vastest place in Lin Zhou Territory.
But because they are all deep mountains and old forests, they are much barren compared to other major areas, and the strong ones are not as good as other areas.
Especially people from other regions like to call the warriors of the Southern Region Nanman.
The speed of the Liuli Flying Boat was very fast, but after all, it had just broken the speed of sound. When it arrived at the Tianluo Sect's mountain gate, it was already two hours later.
From a distance, Feng Hao saw a group of people. Although they were wearing Tianluo Sect costumes, they looked like handymen and were being closely guarded by disciples of Wushen Sect.
And those disciples of the Martial God Sect did not kill innocent people indiscriminately, they just took care of some items and registered them.
In other words, from now on, there will be no Tianluo Sect in the Southern Territory, only one Wushen Sect.
Nie Yuan stood on the glass flying boat and stared blankly at the surviving disciples of the Martial God Sect, who were in full swing decorating and cleaning the house.
At this moment, Nie Yuan's eyes turned slightly red.
"Okay, that's great..."
Nie Yuan murmured in a low voice, suddenly feeling that everything he had done before was worth it.
Even if he becomes a mortal from now on, he will have no complaints, as long as his Martial God Sect can be strong.
Nie Yuan looked at Feng Hao and asked: "Where are the Tianluo Sect leader and other allies?"
Feng Hao said softly: "Of course they are all dead, otherwise how did the Martial God Sect get the first sect in the Southern Region?"
"How did you die?" Nie Yuan said.
"Killed!"
"Killed by whom?"
"What do you think?"
Lin Yu looked at Nie Yuan with a smile. What he said was so clear. It's impossible for Nie Yuan not to know...
Nie Yuan thought for a while and said, "Yang Jian?"
"..."
Feng Hao expressed that he no longer wanted to communicate with Nie Yuan.
Nie Yuan saw Feng Hao's speechless expression and said, "Who else in the entire Wushen Sect besides Feng Keqing can lead them to this point..."
Feng Hao was happy.
It seems that Nie Yuan is not confused, and he still knows the contribution he has made.
"So, I think Feng Keqing is actually quite suitable to be the sect leader..." At this time, Nie Yuan also looked at Feng Hao with a smile.
Just like ordinary friends.
Feng Hao was shocked. Acting as the temporary leader was already a huge concession for him. He had no interest in being the leader of the Martial God Sect.
If it's in the name of Emperor of Heaven... then that's pretty much it.
Maybe after becoming the Emperor of Heaven, he would probably know the relationship between Lin Zhou and the earth, and why there is an entrance to this world in the land of mist.
"Forget it, Sect Master, it's good to be a guest..."
Feng Hao didn't come to Lin Zhou to be the leader of the clan. Ever since he learned that this world was called Lin Zhou, he felt that perfecting Feng Zhou was an urgent matter.