Everyone in the audience was shocked and horrified.
The eyes of the two leaders who were juxtaposed with Yu Renyue also showed surprise.
Yu Renhui quickly looked at the tall monk next to him who was also a competitor for the clan leader and had more hope than the two of them.
The strange color in the tall monk's eyes slowly disappeared, leaving only the distance and calmness.
"Yu Renyue, you are so brave!"
A great sage suddenly stood up, roared angrily, and the surging inspiration was like a rushing river of stars that was about to completely smash the standing stone. Unfortunately, the Yuren Yue was neither a stubborn stone nor would it be easily broken by the great sage.
Retreat.
His body didn't move at all.
"Who gave you the courage?"
"There must be supporters behind it!"
"Confused..."
"If our ancestor returns as a soul, how can our Yu Clan be a top-notch clan?"
The great sages reprimanded, but as they spoke, they gradually lowered their voices, because what they saw was that more great sages were silent, even the sixth uncle who was now the leader did not speak.
Only the other leader, Yuren Hui, looked around in surprise.
The anger in Yu Renhui's eyes seemed to be burning from Jiuyou.
What he was angry about was not that Yu Renyue's sinners deceived the sky and destroyed his ancestors, but that his uncle Liu and Yu Renyue joined forces but did not choose him. It was clear that his strength and power were superior to Yu Renyue's.
How can Yu Renyue, a mere junior in charge of a wealthy family's industry, be qualified to do such a big thing?
The Yuren Ancestor moved his eyes to look at the silent Yuren Infant, and said slowly: "Old Liu, do you think so too?"
Yuren Ying suddenly smiled and said, "Ancestor is joking, Ying doesn't dare to make any judgments."
"Since you want to rebel, why bother talking nonsense with him?"
One of the sitting great sages stood up. It was the great sage from the clan leader who asked about the whereabouts of the old patriarch. The great sage immediately looked at Yuren Yue.
Yuren raised his hand and saluted again: "Ancestor, please think about Yuren's future!"
"Only when I am here can we have a future. If I am not here, how can we talk about the future?"
The ancestor of the Yuren looked at the Yuren Yue calmly.
Like a king sitting on a divine throne, overlooking the world.
He said calmly: "For many years, no one has challenged me. Descendants of the Yuren, since you want to talk about the future, let me see if you have the strength to take on the future."
Yuren Yue raised his hand and saluted again, and said in a deep voice: "Qi!"
The ripples of the blessed land rippled, and long gaps tore through the space opened. Many saints wearing masks came one after another.
One of them was wearing a black robe and looked sharpest, while the other was completely uncovered, with a slightly twitching aquiline nose on his pale face, which highlighted his dazzling eyes.
Seventeen saints stood still.
Yu Renzheng, who is wearing a bronze mask, is also among them.
After the eldest brother made such a decision, or in such a situation, their team was already prepared to face death.
Of course he couldn't stay out of it.
He remembered that his eldest brother once wanted to send him to Middle-earth, saying that he was looking for a famous teacher.
Yu Renzheng shook his head and refused.
He has seen geniuses and those geniuses.
Because of this, he knew the gap between himself and them.
Therefore, he chose to believe in his elder brother.
Yu Renzheng looked at Wu Rong, who was walking in front of him in black and red robes, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to have such a big deal with Brother Rong!"
Wu Rong glanced sideways and nodded slightly.
The three great saints who were originally in the blessed land stood up.
The Yuren Ancestor's divine eyes in the mist were as deep and calm as the starry sky, and his six-foot-tall body moved slowly.
The Xuanxi Tao Qi spreads, and the horror of swallowing the avenue is revealed at this moment, as if everyone is under a high mountain and in front of an abyss, which is daunting.
The king of the great road is a noble man.
Buzz!
The breath of Tao suddenly spreads out like a chaotic mist.
The steam dissipated, revealing a six-foot-long strange body. It was a gigantic creature covered in Dao feathers.
The sound is like a real dragon and an eagle's cry.
"The descendant of the Yu people, the great sage Zhenxu, cultivation is not easy. The road is full of obstacles and does not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. I, the people of Yu, are very distinguished. I am willing to give all loyal and good people a chance to lay down their weapons and retreat to the blessed land. Those who cause trouble will not be held accountable, and all sins will be forgiven."
True Spirit, Lord of the Dao, speaks the Dao!"
The once protective god is now his enemy.
In the past, they all understood how powerful the ancestor was, but when they really stood on the opposite side of the ancestor, they truly experienced the terror. It was a kind of trembling that burst out from the deepest part of the mind, making one's body tremble.
Bang!
Plop!
Half of the saints fell to their knees.
After bowing respectfully, he retreated and curled up into the void behind him.
Yu Renhui looked at Uncle Six with a sneer, as if saying: 'That's it?'
Uncle Liu looked as usual.
Perhaps many people thought he was the mastermind behind the scenes, but in fact this bold plan was originally formulated by Yu Renyue.
Yu Renyue said nothing, his eyes remained firm.
On the contrary, the three great saints of the old patriarch's faction were shocked. One of them hurriedly said: "What are we waiting for? Why don't we take action?!"
He glared at Yu Renyue angrily.
Could it be that at such a critical moment, Yu Renyue had to kneel down and apologize indecisively?
Those saints wearing masks may be fine, but Yu Renyue is the organizer. Even the most generous superiors will crush him to ashes, otherwise there will only be more and more imitators, until one day
If a sufficient genius appears, he will be even more powerful than Fei He, the former Yu Ren.
Yu Renyue remained unmoved.
The great sage of the patriarchal faction was shocked. He pointed at the Yuren Yue and said in horror: "A conspiracy, a conspiracy. He is basically the chess piece of our ancestors, in order to completely wipe out the rebellious tribesmen like us.
He is not our leader at all!"
"What?!"
All the saints turned pale with horror.
They suddenly discovered that this might really be a big conspiracy. Otherwise, why did Yu Renyue make no action, not even persuasion, or even take action.
As long as Yu Renyue takes action, they will be involved even if they don't want to die. The ancestor will definitely not let them go, so they have to try their best to save their own lives.
After the great saint of the old patriarch's faction finished speaking, half of the remaining saints retreated.
Even two of the three great saints of their faction were gone.
Uncle Liu squinted his eyes and stared at Yuren Yue.
He didn't know what Yu Renyue was thinking.
What is Yu Renyue thinking?
He had originally thought about involving many tribesmen and taking action together, but the moment he saw his ancestor, he suddenly realized it.
False saints are not enough, and true saints are not enough either.
Only the top holy kings have a chance of success.
Seeing that there were only six saints left in the field, including him, Yu Renyue grabbed Yu Renzheng and threw him out. He clapped his hands and said, "It's almost done now."
The top holy king of the organization said: "Is this your plan? Half of your strength was reduced by Taojun's words."
Yu Renyue said with a smile: "The avenue of swallowing cultivated by our ancestors will only make us stronger the more we swallow. There really isn't much help they can provide us, so we might as well leave early."
Having said this, Yu Renyue sighed: "If you have any doubts, you can leave."
"I want to know more about the death of the old patriarch!"
The remaining patriarchs and great saints spoke calmly.
Another great sage, who was wearing a mask to cover his face, looked at Yu Renyue and said nothing, but his attitude said it all.
The top sage of the organization sneered: "Take people's money and eliminate disasters for them!"
Finally, the hook-nosed monk in black and red robes stepped forward and spread out a long scroll.
It was read out: "Yuren is not a great man. Your life span has expired, but you linger in the world of the world and refuse to leave. You swallow the sky and the earth, interfere with life and death, and affect reincarnation. Now there is an order from the underworld. I have specially ordered this messenger to come and get you. Please plead guilty and submit to the law!"
"
All the saints were stunned.
I wondered where this madness came from.
The killer of the organization pondered, maybe he should imitate him, no matter whether things succeed or not, he should first make a name for himself.
Then he shook his head, the organization didn't need to be famous at all.
"If you don't plead guilty, don't blame me for being rude."
Behind Wu Rong, five holy soldiers' soul flags were spread out, like five flags.
The heads and great sages who had not left all cast strange glances, and then looked at Yu Renyue.
Where did they find these people, a killer, a lunatic, a close avenger, and a general who didn't take charge and allowed his men to escape? Do these Five Saints really have a chance?
Yu Renhui almost laughed.
However, he sighed and shook his head slightly.
Even though he was against Yu Renyue, he still had hope in his heart that the other party would win.
It's a pity that Yu Renyue is not a person who can achieve great things at all.
The ancestors of the Yuren were quite tolerant towards the descendants of the Yuren, but Wu Rong was neither a descendant of the Yuren nor had any ability, so he was so rampant with just a magic weapon.
He indifferently unfolded a magical power.
The swishing and shaking chaotic mysterious energy turned into a heaven-cutting divine sword, tearing open the space and killing Wu Rong.
"kill!"
Yuren Yue finally took action.
All the Four Saints sacrificed their divine weapons.
Wu Rong roared loudly.
A mask appeared on his face.
"Invite me, King Di Tu!"
‘King Di Tu’ uses a single horn as a weapon to fight against the mysterious breath of chaos.
At the moment when the soldiers clashed, only the crisp sound of gold and stone clashing could be heard. The sword of King Di Tu was not damaged, but Wu Rong's body was riddled with holes in just one breath.
"Is this the terror of Daojun?!"
Wu Rong was shocked.
If it hadn't been for the protection of the True Spirit of Heavenly Evil within him, he might have been reduced to dregs by the Chaos Mysterious Aura with just one impact.
Yuren Feihe is not an ordinary Taoist master. Although he is a flower, he is truly at the top of the young generation at that time. Now that he is old, it does not mean that his strength has become weaker.
On the contrary, because of the nourishment of the earth's spiritual veins and the desperate pouring of resources from the feathered people, he is still prosperous.
The top holy king of the organization offered a gourd.
The divine weapon gourd suppresses the mysterious breath.
The great sages of the old patriarch's line raised their magic sticks high and tore apart the Qingming in front of them.
Yuren Yue roared ferociously.
A terrifying divine light burst out from his body.
He suddenly cut off his wrist with a knife.
The broken wrist stretched toward the void, and then an unknown dry palm appeared. The two were connected in flesh and blood, making the dry palm completely connected to his wound.
"That is?"
Yu Renhui asked in surprise.
Uncle Liu's eyes sparkled and he affirmed: "Tao Wan!"