The two startling giants stopped when they approached the Tianshan Mountains, and the rainbow light faded away. The people coming were Zhu Shiji, the leader of the Tiandao Sect, and Wan Sheng, the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect.
Rows of palace attics collapsed into ruins, corpses piled up on the white jade square, bright blood flowed, and the glory of Tiandaomen became a thing of the past.
"Roar!" Zhu Shiji roared into the sky in a rage. He was dressed in hunting clothes and his black hair was dancing wildly. He looked like a madman.
The sound wave ripples formed by the long roar are layer upon layer, breaking mountains and dispersing clouds.
"The casual cultivator surnamed Chen, I will fight you until death!" Zhu Shiji's face was ferocious, his blood was boiling, and he wished he could eat Chen Yu alive.
The leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, Wan Sheng, looked more solemn than ever before, because he realized that in the current Xuanling world, except for the six leaders of the six major sects, no one could subdue the casual cultivator surnamed Chen when fighting alone.
It has been more than 10,000 years since the Tian Dao Sect was founded, and there are 19 heroic ancestors who have ascended to the great realm alone.
But, so what, the large sect that was shining brightly in the Xuanling Realm was wiped out by a rogue cultivator, leaving only Zhu Shiji, the polished commander.
Even if Zhu Shiji wanted to revive Tiandao Sect, it would be impossible!
For a sect, what is most important is undoubtedly its foundation!
Techniques, magic weapons, and elixirs are all indispensable. Only with the foundation can one cultivate extraordinary combat power. Only with the foundation can those powerful casual cultivators join because of the benefits.
Of course, foundation is only one of them, external factors are also important.
As we all know, there are six major sects in the Xuanling Realm, each commanding a large territory. Regarding the destruction of Tiandao Sect, the other five major sects may not say anything on the surface, but secretly they are probably already happy.
If the Xuanling World is compared to a diamond mine, six people would have to divide the diamonds collected previously, and after the destruction of Tiandao Sect, the share that belonged to Zhu Shiji would fall into the hands of the remaining five people.
Natural selection, survival of the fittest, this is the world of cultivation. As long as there is an opportunity, one sect will definitely eliminate another sect without hesitation.
The collapse of the Tiandao Sect is a foregone conclusion. Even if Zhu Shiji has some information, the other five major sects cannot just watch the Zhu family's rise and will definitely intervene.
The Wuliang Sword Sect was founded only a few hundred years ago. The reason why it can rise is that on the one hand, the contemporary sword masters know how to hide their strength and bide their time, and know how to advance and retreat. The second aspect is that when the five major sects wanted to intervene, it was already too late.
But Zhu Shiji is different from the sword master of Wuliang Sword Sect. Zhu Shiji was originally a giant, but fell into the abyss temporarily. The other five masters have experienced his terrible methods, so they will not let him reach the top again.
But the sword master of the Wuliang Sword Sect, an unknown and unremarkable junior, suddenly became famous. The situation was set and it was impossible to stop him.
All these things deepened Zhu Shiji's overwhelming hatred for Chen Yu.
"Brother Zhu, my condolences!" Master Wan Sheng sighed. He didn't know whether it was a sign of pity for the rabbit's death or a sarcastic expression of schadenfreude, but Zhu Shiji no longer cared!
Landing on the White Jade Square, Zhu Shiji closed his eyes, swept his powerful consciousness, and discovered the clues.
All the disciples in the square had died, and they were too dead to die. Only a fat man with a bloody face was still breathing weakly.
Zhu Shiji came to Ji Jianting, grabbed his wrist, and transferred a ray of pure spiritual energy into the body of the fat Taoist priest.
Ji Jianting, who had been pretending to be comatose, slowly woke up. He looked at Zhu Shiji's gloomy face and his expression was startled.
"You...are you the leader of the Zhu Sect, Zhu Shiji?" Ji Jianting asked "uncertainly".
Zhu Shiji's voice was hoarse and he said: "Who are you? Why are you in my Tiandao Sect?"
"Wow!" Suddenly, Ji Jianting let out a miserable howl and threw herself into Zhu Shiji's arms. She cried so hard that she burst into tears and had runny nose. She didn't know it but thought her parents were dead. yyls
"Master Zhu, you...you are finally back!"
"You don't know, it's so tragic. That person is simply a devil!" Ji Jianting's acting skills were so real that Zhu Shiji's body was covered in snot from crying.
Zhu Shiji was a mysophobic person. Although he was angry at the moment, he still pushed Ji Jianting away in disgust and asked: "Who are you? Answer me!"
Ji Jianting wiped away his tears and choked with sobs: "Master Zhu, I am an old friend of Chu Tianxia, the great elder of your sect, and I came here to visit you today."
"Then what?" Zhu Shiji was a little confused, because Chu Tianxia had always been a loner and had a dull personality, unlike someone who had friends.
"Just when Elder Chu and I were exchanging cups, a young man suddenly descended on Tianshan Mountain and started killing people!"
"Cruel, so cruel. That man was like a god and demon who had broken out of hell. Even Elder Chu was no match for him. I only remember that many people died and there were stumps and broken arms everywhere." Ji Jian said with a strong look on his face.
Fear expression.
"Who do you know?" Zhu Shiji said with burning eyes.
"I don't know him!" Ji Jianjing shook his head and said, "He looks only in his twenties, but his energy and blood are like a rolling river, and his fighting power is as high as the sky!"
"Chen Yu!" Zhu Shiji gritted his teeth.
"Well... Master Zhu, if nothing happens, Pindao will leave first. Oh, no, he will leave first!" Facing Zhu Shiji, Ji Jianting didn't even dare to breathe.
"Wait a minute!" Zhu Shiji said with twinkling eyes, "I can't confirm your identity yet. You should stay with me first. I will let you go after I kill the casual cultivator surnamed Chen."
Ji Jianting really wanted to scold her. He was just a mouse crossing the street. If he followed an angry lion, wouldn't he be seeking death? The lion might be unhappy one day and he wouldn't even be able to stuff it between his teeth.
But Zhu Shiji had already made his words clear, and Ji Jianting could not refuse. After all, the master was angry now, so it was better to be submissive.
In the next half hour, Zhu Shiji inspected the treasure house and went to the Houshan Cemetery. His expression became increasingly ferocious, and he was on the verge of going berserk.
"San Xiu named Chen, where are you?" Zhu Shiji asked with cold eyes.
Leader Wansheng, who had not left, glanced at Ji Jianting who was "trembling" and said: "Brother Zhu, I may know where the casual cultivator surnamed Chen has gone!"
Zhu Shiji didn't speak, just stared at Wan Sheng.
Wan Sheng said expressionlessly: "First of all, the casual cultivator surnamed Chen has liquidated too many small sects during this period, and must have gathered a lot of information."
"Secondly, he looted your Tiandao Sect, and the treasures of heaven and earth in his hands are absolutely piled up in mountains."
"But, the most important point is that there are too many low-quality magic weapons, elixirs, and exercises that are no better than useless for the casual cultivator named Chen!"
Zhu Shiji took Wan Sheng's words and said: "So, the most urgent thing for the casual cultivator surnamed Chen right now is to sell off the stolen goods!"