"I see, I already understand." The Holy Ancestor of Tianzong looked in the direction of Wuchen with an almost crazy expression, his red eyes full of resentment.
"Holy Ancestor, what did he find?"
Everyone in Tianzong was shocked.
Why, this is the answer they all want to know. Everything has a cause and effect. Chentian's actions today cannot be without reason.
And now, the Holy Ancestor seems to know the answer.
However, what exactly is it and what kind of resentment can bring such disaster to Tianzong.
"I didn't expect that you could still be alive and survive in this capacity. I finally understand why she is by your side and why Zuo Yiming has become a force under you. If my guess is correct, everything will
It can all be explained." The Holy Ancestor of Tianzong looked in Wuchen's direction and said with lingering fear.
But in his heart, he still couldn't believe the fact that at Weiyang City, even the ancestors of the Tianzong were dead, and the lives and deaths of the rest were unknown. They must have been reduced to ashes by the saint's self-destruction.
No one can escape at such close range.
Moreover, he must have been a warrior back then.
And now Wuchen is a spiritual being.
There is an essential difference between the two. He has never heard that a warrior can become a spiritual person.
Chen Tian didn't say anything. The moment the Holy Ancestor of the Tianzong knew his identity, his murderous intention was already obvious. The Luoxia Sect knew his identity, so the whole family was wiped out.
Today, the same is true for Tianzong.
"Holy Ancestor, what is going on? Why are you alive with such an identity?" The crowd in Tianzong could not understand what the Holy Ancestor said.
"Haha, it may be difficult for you to accept it. If I guessed correctly, Wuchen's true identity is..."
"Wuchen is the Iron-blooded Marquis, and the Iron-blooded Marquis is Wuchen!" But at this moment, a sudden voice echoed throughout the audience.
The crowd heard the news and went away, only to see a middle-aged man covered in blood appear in their sight.
"Master of Tianzong!"
"Mo Wentian, why does he look like this?"
The crowd was shocked when they saw Mo Wentian in such miserable condition. When Mo Wenlu saw that Mo Wentian was still alive, his worries finally subsided.
"Brother, you're fine," Mo Wenlu said excitedly.
Mo Wentian nodded, but looked in the direction of the Holy Ancestor.
"Holy Ancestor, have you forgotten why the Luoxia Clan was exterminated?" Mo Wentian said through a message.
The expression of the Holy Ancestor of Tianzong trembled fiercely: "What do you mean?"
"If Wuchen's identity is made public, our Tianzong will be the next Luoxia Sect."
"Are you kidding? If I announce this son's identity to the world, he will definitely be hated by the empire, and there will be no place for him in the world."
"Holy Ancestor, don't you understand? He asked my two brothers to leave three days ago. He no longer cares whether his identity will be exposed. Even if he is the enemy of the world, he will not be afraid of what will be the final result.
I don't want to know, and I don't want to know, but one thing will not change. The moment his identity is revealed in your mouth, our Tianzong will disappear from now on." Mo Wentian's words caused an inexplicable stir in the heart of the Holy Ancestor.
of shock.
"Are you saying that our Tianzong will compromise and bow to our former enemies?" The Holy Ancestor of Tianzong was unwilling to accept it. He had confirmed Wuchen's identity. Although it was shocking, this was also an opportunity for the entire Tianzong.
Wuchen's identity is his weakness.
He thought so, but after hearing Mo Wentian's words, he understood that now he is no longer afraid of any force within the empire.
Therefore, he would dare to attack Tianzong without any reason.
The royal family has not come forward yet, but it has already made it clear that they have no control over the current Wuchen.
"Enemy? If the Holy Ancestor had listened to my advice, the top genius standing in the Zhongtian Domain belonged to our Heavenly Sect. This young man should have brought endless glory to our Heavenly Sect." Mo Wentian
Those words once again made the Holy Ancestor's heart tremble violently.
This young man should have brought endless glory to our Tianzong.
The Holy Ancestor looked in the direction of Chen Tian. Did he really do something wrong?
At that time, the seven major sects forced Tianzong to hand over Chen Tian, and they used their tricks to lure Chen Tian back. However, what the proud young man faced was the betrayal of the sects and the death of his respected master. He experienced the most miserable life in Tianzong.
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Mo Wentian even risked his life to guarantee that Chen Tian's talent would surely bring the Tian Sect to the fore.
But at that time, the Holy Ancestor was arrogant and regarded Niliu Yun as the true successor of the Tian Sect, thus ignoring Chen Tian.
He ordered everyone in the sect to force Chen Tian to hand over the treasures that the Chen family had stolen, and even threatened the lives of Tie Xue and Evian.
In the end, it led to the human tragedy four years ago.
That day, Chen Tian won the first place in the competition between the five sects and four sects, and even forced the ancestors of the Tian sect to pay the price with their lives and die together.
At that time, the Holy Ancestor had a trace of regret, but he was already dead, so the Holy Ancestor concealed such emotions deep down.
The moment he realized Wuchen's true identity, the Holy Ancestor was not only shocked but also filled with words that were difficult to express.
If he could have taken a good look at this young man back then, if he could have taken Mo Wentian's proposal seriously, maybe this would not be the case.
"Master Hou, my sect was once blind-sighted and offended you. I, Mo Wentian, am the sinner. After my death, I only hope that Master Hou can let my Tian sect go. Those young people and those who don't know, they are all innocent."
Mo Wentian said with tears in his eyes.
Chen Tian didn't want to speak, but the moment Mo Wentian finished speaking, his head hit Tian Linggai.
A generation of heroes, Mo Wentian died in front of everyone.
Before he died, he looked in the direction of Chen Tian, his eyes filled with relief. Perhaps for him, Chen Tian was still alive, which finally allowed him to leave with peace of mind.
"Sect Master." Chen Tian shouted fiercely in his heart, but he spoke very quietly and was soon drowned out by the shouts of countless people.
The head of Tianzong, Mo Wentian, is dead.
In order to protect the sect, he committed suicide in front of Chen Tian.
His last wish before his death was for Chen Tian to let Tianzong go.
The young descendants of Tianzong and the uninformed people are all innocent.
"Brother." Mo Wenlu was in grief, his face covered with tears, and his sobbing voice echoed throughout the mountain gate.
The whole Tianzong was shocked, and the seven major sects were speechless.
What kind of determination can make a sect leader give up everything and die willingly?
"Why are you doing this?" Chen Tian closed his eyes, and no one saw the tears in the corners of his eyes. His heart hated Tianzong, and he had never hated Mo Wentian.
When Mo Wentian died in front of his eyes, Chen Tian felt a little overwhelmed. Is this the result he wanted?
Back then, it was here that he tasted grief and the warmth and warmth of human relationships. Here, he lost his old age, his freedom, and his sect.
Chen Tian had indeed hated it, and had not even forgotten the pain the sect had brought to him.
But when he really had the power of revenge, Mo Wentian was forced to death by himself. Is this really the result he wanted?
"Master Hou, my eldest brother is right. We were the ones who were sorry for you back then. Tianzong was innocent. If eldest brother's life is not enough, I will give you my life as well." Mo Wenlu stabbed himself with a long sword, blood splattered on the spot.
Life falls silently.
"Uncle Mo." Mo asked for directions. He had treated him sincerely. The moment he fell, the hatred in Chen Tian's heart seemed to dissipate.
He rushed forward and came to Mo Wenlu's eyes.
But it caused countless people to become madly angry.
"Wuchen, you are so cruel. You forced our sect leader to death and asked for directions. How could they be sorry for you?" The loud shouts, angry scoldings, and endless scoldings echoed throughout the sect's hills.
"Wuchen, I, Tianzong, will fight with you."
"Asshole, kill, kill!"
The hearts of the crowd were filled with anger, and the entire Tianzong hated Chen Tian extremely at this moment.
Only the Holy Ancestor was speechless, with his eyes closed and his mind trembling. The person who really drove them to death was not Chen Tian, but himself.
"You bastard, don't be unreasonable to the Marquis. Come and crush the Tianzong for me. Don't let anyone go." Chen Tian's identity must not be exposed, so he can only let the Tianzong be exterminated like the Luoxia Clan.
The hatred between both parties has reached its extreme.
With a single order, it erupted like a fuse, and overwhelming fighting spirit seemed to sweep across the world.
Chentian still seemed to be silent in sadness. Is what he did really right? Mo Wentian died, and so did Mo Wenlu. Is this really what he wanted?
"kill."
The battle was about to break out. Both sides invested their most powerful forces and fought each other red-bloodedly. When they were young, no one was bloody. When the young people of Tianzong saw their masters dying in front of their eyes, not only did they not flinch, but they were aroused.
There is nothing but burning anger in their hearts at this moment.
Just in that moment, the powerful forces of both sides clashed. Without the obstruction of the Holy Ancestor, the power of the Marquis Mansion was definitely not something that the current Tianzong could withstand.
In less than a while, the entire mountain gate was covered with blood, and people fell down one after another. In the pool of blood, there were people from the Marquis Mansion and people from the Tianzong.
The scene was horrific.
But Chen Tian and Saint Ancestor did not move. What just happened still made their hearts tremble violently.
"That's enough, don't fight anymore, don't fight anymore." At this moment, an unparalleled and powerful holy power descended between heaven and earth.
This roar made the crowd stunned.
"Master Hou."
The distant sound echoed in the hearts of the crowd.
"It's him."
"He's back."
"Zuo Yiming." Everyone in the Tianzong crowd looked horrified.
Zuo Yiming is back. He was once the guardian of Tianzong, and now he is under Wuchen's command. The most important thing is that he is now a powerful saint, with extremely powerful strength.
"Mr. Zuo." Chen Tian looked at the figure in the distance and murmured.
Zuo Yiming walked up to Chen Tian: "Master Hou, can you let Tianzong go?"
Seeing Zuo Yiming's performance, the whole audience was shocked.
No one thought that Zuo Yiming came to plead for Tianzong. In that incident, Zuo Yiming's life and death were unknown. His friend Juefan even died in the sect, and they also became traitors of Tianzong and shouldered the burden.
With thousands of infamy.
But now, when Tianzong is in crisis, the person who begs for mercy turns out to be Zuo Yiming.
Wuchen said nothing, and Zuo Lao suddenly knelt on the ground: "Master Hou, I, Zuo Yiming, have never begged anyone. Please let Tianzong go. This is my life's request!"