In the main hall, Cao Mu, the great elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect, who was sitting at the top, had a look of despair in his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "The enemy is facing us, everyone... stop being silent and express your stance!"
A middle-aged man, dressed in purple, was the newly promoted second elder of the Tianyao Sect after Feng Qiu's death. He said solemnly: "The three half-step Nascent Soul giants are no match for the demon surnamed Chen, so what can we do? Why don't we take advantage of the opportunity?
At this last moment...run away!"
"Escape? Elder Miao, do you know what you are talking about?" Cao Mu said with a trace of anger in his tone, "When you were chased by your enemies, it was the sect leader who saved your life and made you the second elder of the sect.
The elixir allows you to heal your wounds and gives you power to rise above thousands of people. Now that the crisis is coming, you don’t want to give it a try, but you are encouraging everyone to escape with you?"
The second elder opened his mouth, but was unable to refute, because what Cao Mu said was true.
Bai Jiutian is indeed his savior, and this half-step Nascent Soul giant is very good at dealing with his disciples. No matter how outsiders criticize Bai Jiutian behind his back, he is absolutely spiritual in Tianyao Valley.
Leaders are irreplaceable.
But now, the spiritual leader is dead and his body has not been brought back for burial.
Chen Yu, the leader of the human world, in the eyes of the disciples of the Tianyao Sect, is a murderous devil who kills without blinking an eye and is unforgiving of evil.
Cao Mu didn't want to admit it, but the hearts of the more than 30,000 disciples of the Tianyao Sect had been scattered, and he alone could not save them at all.
"I think what the second elder said is reasonable. First elder, there is a saying among scholars. A small worm shakes a tree without overestimating its own capabilities. The devil named Chen is not something we can fight against. Smart people must know how to assess the situation." A man who was over 10 years old said.
The old man in rich clothes, the third elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect, added this sentence.
"It's ridiculous to be overconfident, do you all think so?" Cao Mu's eyes swept over the other elders. No one dared to look at him, and they all lowered their heads.
Cao Mu let out a long sigh, and his straight spine bent instantly, like a rotten bow that was about to break.
He waved his hand and said sadly: "Everyone, go down and leave me alone!"
Several elders left the Main Hall one after another. Cao Mu was the only one left in the huge palace.
"Should I leave too?" Cao Mu asked himself, his eyes blurred as he fell into memories.
Cao Mu could no longer remember when that happened. At that time, he was just a poor scholar. His parents had died in a famine. He was alone, trying to gain fame and shine.
I don't know whether he was too stupid or God didn't care. Cao Mu failed repeatedly, but he was not discouraged. He fought and lost, and fought and lost.
When he was over thirty, halfway through his life, Cao Mu still had nothing.
He was filled with grief, anger and despair, and made a life-affecting decision by the river in his hometown.
After writing down his wish to become a master on rice paper, he stuffed the paper into a bottle, threw it into the rolling river, and then resolutely embarked on the path of spiritual practice.
How many times had he narrowly escaped death, so many times had he fallen into desperate situations, so many times had he been seriously injured and bleeding, Cao Mu felt that he was not far from death.
That year, at an auction, Cao Mu met his former enemy.
In front of thousands of people, his enemies knocked him to the ground, stepped on his face with their flying boots, and ravaged him severely.
Half of Cao Mu's cheeks were bruised and bruised, and he was stared at by thousands of pairs of indifferent eyes. He felt unprecedented humiliation and spiritual pain.
He wished that someone could stand up, not only to save him, but even to say a word of justice for him.
but no!
Compared with the physical pain, it was the mental pain that made Cao Mu despair the most.
Maybe God finally opened his eyes and stopped targeting Cao Mu. The enemy's head was chopped off with force.
That person is none other than Bai Jiutian!
Bai Jiutian walked to Cao Mu step by step in front of the disbelieving looks of many onlookers.
He knelt down, stretched out his hand to Cao Mu, and said something that Cao Mu still cannot forget.
'From now on, just follow me. I can't guarantee anything else, but no one in this world dares to step on your face!'
Because of these words, Cao Mu dedicated his life to the Tianyao Sect without any regrets.
"Are you leaving like this? Abandoning the sect leader's life-long efforts?!"
Cao Mu shook his head and his eyes became firm, "No, I don't want to leave!"
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In Fenxiang City, the turmoil about Chen Yu intensified, and there were all kinds of rumors, but he didn't care at all.
In the guest room, Ji Jianting taught Bai An to write hand by hand, while Chen Yu stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking up into the distance.
For some reason, his heart couldn't calm down and he felt a little inexplicably irritable.
Looking down from the window, under a dense pear tree in the backyard of the inn, there was an elderly white-haired man sitting motionless in front of the chessboard.
Chess is not a simple and easy-to-learn chess, but a more profound version of Go.yyls
With nothing to do, Chen Yu walked down the second floor, came to the backyard, and stood in front of the chessboard.
The white-haired old man was like a sculpture, motionless and unblinking, completely immersed in the chess game.
On the chessboard, the black stones are as dense as stars, like gray lines of grass and snakes, extending for thousands of miles, like a real dragon, its attack power is extremely terrifying, and the white stones are thrown into pieces.
And what the white-haired old man was twisting in his hand was actually a black man!
Ordinary people would probably laugh out loud if they were black, but the old man frowned, as if he had encountered an eternal problem.
Chen Yu watched for a while, then sat down opposite the old man. He picked up a white piece and placed it directly in the upper right corner of the chessboard.
This child completely revitalized Bai Zi!
Just one strike was like a sharp sword, cutting into the black dragon's seven inches. To describe it as the finishing touch is not an exaggeration.
The white-haired old man finally moved. He looked up at Chen Yu and said with a kind smile, "How did you know that Bai Zi should leave first?"
Chen Yu looked calm and said: "Because there is one more black stone than white!"
On the chessboard, the two-color chess pieces are extremely dense. Anyone else would probably have to count them, but Chen Yu could see them at a glance.
The white-haired old man put the black stones in his hand into the chess box and rubbed his sore left arm. He thought he must be left-handed.
"You are worthy of being the leader in the world, I admire you!" The old man said these words, which made Chen Yu straighten up instantly.
In his eyes, the old man was ordinary and there was not a single trace of spiritual power fluctuations in his body. However, a mere mortal could tell his identity. And the strangest thing was that the old man was smiling from beginning to end, without any fear or fear at all.
"Who are you?" Chen Yu said in a deep voice.
"Me?" The old man lowered his eyes and said, "I'm just a layman, and I'm greedy for life and afraid of death. I like to play chess alone when I have nothing to do. I can't even remember my name. I only remember when I was high-spirited.
, I once chopped off the heads of several big demons.”
Chen Yu's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, "I didn't expect to see Qin Jinxian, the ancestor of the Heavenly Demon Sect, here. I don't know if he is lucky or unlucky."