The next day, the sky was dim and bright, and the air should have been the freshest moment of the day, but Fengxi City was filled with a chilling feeling.
Nowadays, many people in the city have fled this place. Whether it is the Jingyue Sect or the Yuwen family, including the Murong family, they are all unattainable behemoths in their eyes.
In order to avoid suffering the disaster, most people take their families and leave during this period.
Only a few brave warriors hid aside, wanting to see the outcome of the battle between these three major forces.
In fact, whether it is the people of Fengxi City or the warriors, their hearts are towards the Murong family. If the Murong family defeats Fengxi City and is controlled by the Mirror Moon Sect, no one knows what will happen in the future.
However, manpower is sometimes poor, let alone with their cultivation level, even if they have the intention, they can't do anything to help the Murong family.
Early in the morning, the strong men of the Murong family came out in full force.
Several clan elders, whose cultivation levels were at the sixth or seventh step of the Heavenly Realm, each led a group of powerful clan members to rush out of the mansion. The powerful fluctuations in their aura made the warriors in the distance tremble with fear.
This group of people are all sword cultivators. Regardless of men, women, old or young, everyone's figure is upright, like a sharp sword piercing the sky, and a murderous aura instantly permeates the whole city.
The most important thing that cannot be ignored is that the strong men of the Murong family, young and old, all have firm eyes and exude an aura of looking forward to death.
"Tap tap tap..."
After a while, the sound of footsteps came from inside the house.
"Congratulations to the master of the house, and congratulations to the young lady!"
All the powerful men bent down and saluted at the same time, and their uniform shouts shook the world. At this moment, there was a hint of fanaticism in their eyes.
Immediately afterwards, three figures stepped out slowly, including an old man with gray hair and slightly cloudy eyes.
Another stunning fairy in a white dress seemed to step out of the painting, exuding an indescribable aura of nobility. Her appearance instantly diluted the tense atmosphere in the scene.
The last person is a girl with sparkling pupils. Although she is not big, her aura cannot be ignored, even those of the clan leaders are inferior.
These three people are naturally Murong Fanchen, Murong Wan and Zi Ling.
Murong Fanchen looked at the group of people in front of him, with both relief and shame on his face.
They are the entire strength of the family today, and they showed unprecedented cohesion when the Murong family faced a life-and-death crisis. Of course, it was Wan'er who brought such a grand occasion.
However, due to his lack of ability, not only was he unable to lead the family to glory, but he also faced the danger of annihilation several times. I wonder how many members of the clan will be able to survive after today.
There are also the innocent people in Fengxi City, they are also harmed by the Murong family.
This change in his mind was noticed by Murong Wan, and she immediately took a step forward, immediately attracting all the attention to herself.
Murong Fanchen gave a bitter smile, the head of the family really didn't do a good job. Compared with Wan'er, it was even worse. I hope this crisis can be passed smoothly. When the time comes, we should also comply with the calls of the clan and pass on the position of the head of the family quickly.
"Everyone, have you forgotten the ancestors of the Murong family?"
Murong Wan stood proudly in front, her orchid-like voice slowly echoed through the empty valley, but it also contained an encouraging tone.
"How could I forget that that was the sword master who led my Murong family to the top!"
"Yes, when Sword Master Litian was alive, the power of the Murong family was second only to the major divine courts!"
"Especially the Litian Sword Art created by our ancestors, which was known as the best sword art in the world at that time. It was invincible and unstoppable!"
"..."
When the ancestor Litian Sword Master was mentioned, all the strong men in the clan showed respectful and proud expressions on their faces. He was a legendary super strong man who was almost at the top of the world.
Even though the Murong family has declined now, every descendant has never forgotten this glory, and they are all praying that one day an unparalleled monster will appear and lead the family to glory again.
As for the young lady in front of her who was respected by all the tribesmen, she was not only gifted with evil spirits, but she also understood the Litian Sword Technique of her ancestors decades ago.
Everyone firmly believes that as long as the Murong family is given some time, they will be able to rise again.
And, this day is not too far away!
"good!"
Seeing the uncontrollable excitement of the clan members, Murong Wan said slowly: "When Ancestor Li Tian was alive, all the major forces in the vast universe did not respect my Murong family. Even the divine courts from all sides would show courtesy."
"Endless years have passed, and the Murong family has long lost its glory. Even the ancestors of the past generations have fallen in the battle against powerful enemies, but they have never bowed their heads in any time, just like the ancestors of Litian back then!"
"For hundreds of thousands of years, my Murong family has suffered countless crises. Each time the enemy was extremely powerful, at least much more powerful than the Mirror Moon Sect and the Yuwen family!"
"I ask everyone, in the face of their provocations and threats, as descendants of Litian ancestors, what should we do?"
"Kill...kill...kill!"
Suddenly, a substantial murderous intent soared into the sky, and the sky above the sky changed color.
Everyone had been infected by Murong Wan's words for a long time. From her, they seemed to see Li Tian's ancestor resurrected from the dead and standing in front of the mansion to encourage them.
"If the Mirror Moon Sect dares to provoke my Murong family, I will make sure they never come back!"
"Yes, now that you're here, don't even think about going back alive!"
"Although our strength is low, we will not discredit our ancestors even if we die!"
"If you want to conquer my Murong clan, you have to step on my corpse!"
Angry shouts filled with murderous intent continued to sound, and the strong men simply shouted: "Miss, please give the order, even if we are shattered into pieces, we will not let anyone from the Mirror Moon Sect set foot in the mansion!"
Murong Wan nodded her head lightly, raised her arms slightly and pressed them down slightly. The huge square in front of the mansion instantly became silent, showing her unparalleled prestige.
"I am very happy to see that everyone has not forgotten the glory of the family."
Murong Wan's majestic voice slowly spread: "But we have to admit that today's family has declined. What I want to tell everyone is that if we want to protect this dignity and honor, we can only strengthen ourselves!"
"Jingyue Sect is not that scary. No matter what methods they use, I will work with everyone to fight against them to the end!"
"Now, my hope for everyone is: to defeat the Mirror Moon Sect and at the same time live well!"
"Yes!" The whole place was silent for a moment, and then a sound like a torrent resounded.
Suddenly, a chuckle came from the horizon: "Hahahaha, this little girl is indeed different. This sect leader really likes her more and more!"
Immediately afterwards, waves of terrifying auras came one after another, and in less than a moment, hundreds of figures flashed over the square.
At the front of this group of people is a man who looks to be in his fifties. He is wearing a brocade robe that does not fit his figure. He has a pair of small eyes embedded in his obviously fat face.
It makes people feel obscene.
He is Mo Wubian, the leader of the Mirror Moon Sect, and the voice just now came from his mouth.
There was a person beside Mo Wubian who was very impressive, with thick eyebrows and sharp eyes. He looked at the former with a bit of respect, and he stood half a step back.
The patriarch of the Yuwen family, Yuwen Lei Dong!
Almost at the moment when the two of them appeared, Murong Fanchen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he finally understood why the Yuwen family suddenly surrendered to the Mirror Moon Sect.
It turns out that Mo Wubian's cultivation has advanced unknowingly, and the aura he is exuding now is shockingly that of the middle stage of the True God Realm!
[PS: Let’s set the stage a little bit. This plan was to add more chapters at the climax, but there have been big events at home recently, so the mood has fluctuated too much, so these chapters have lacked some feeling. Whether more chapters can be added depends on the situation, by the way.
One sentence: Meeting the heroine is not the climax of the author’s preparation!]