Xu Qingshan interrupted the argument between the two and said calmly: "There is no need to argue, everyone in the Yin Yang Sect will perish today."
"Why? This matter has nothing to do with the Yin Yang Sect," Wu Shaoqing said quickly.
"If I kill you, the entire Yin Yang Sect will hate me," Xu Qingshan said lightly: "Maybe they are still very weak now and don't dare to have any ideas.
But no one can say for sure. If one day they become stronger, what we do today may not be without regret.
Don't be stupid, the Yin Yang Sect is doomed to destruction the moment we arrive.
We will not take action easily, but if we do take action, we will kill them all and leave no threat behind."
Hearing Xu Qingshan's words, the second elder of the Yin Yang Sect roared: "If you really want to kill them all, we will not be easy to mess with.
Even if I die, I will bring a few people on my back, so you can give it a try."
Wu Shaoqing stared at Xu Qingshan for a long time. She took a deep breath and said firmly: "The coffin of the ancestor."
As Wu Shaoqing finished speaking, six dust-blood coffins were quickly carried out.
The people of the Zhenwu Holy Sect did not stop it, and just watched the ancestral coffin being slowly opened.
The Zhenwu Holy Sect has more than a dozen strong Saint Pulse Realm experts, while the Yin Yang Sect has only six Saint Pulse Realm experts. If they don't open the ancestral coffin, they won't be able to fight against them.
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As five of the dust-blood coffins were opened, white mist enveloped the sky, and five majestic figures flew out of the coffins.
"Look, that's the old man Jin Sheng, the previous leader of our Yin Yang Sect," a disciple who had been in the sect for a long time looked at one of the old men and shouted in surprise.
"Not only the leader of the Golden Sage, but also the four ancestors of the Wood Sage, the Earth Sage, the Fire Sage, and the Water Sage also came out."
The disciples shouted crazily. Seeing the legendary patriarch appear in front of them, their inner excitement was unimaginable.
At this moment, as the five dust-blood coffins were opened, the coffin board of the sixth dust-blood coffin was also slowly opened.
Different from the other five jet-black dust-blood coffins, the sixth dust-blood coffin is black and white.
When the Chenxue coffin was completely opened, everyone only heard a slight sigh.
Then I saw an old man wearing a yin and yang robe slowly walking out of it. The old man looked as thin as a bone, and his face was full of dense and deep ravines left by the years.
But at this moment, a light flashed in the old man's eyes, and his aura was so powerful that he knew he was an extraordinary person at a glance.
"Grandmaster, I am Wu Shaoqing, the ninth generation leader of the Yin Yang Sect," Wu Shaoqing stepped forward quickly and led all the elders to greet him.
Then she briefly explained the matter, and everyone's eyes turned to the old man wearing black and white robes, waiting for his decision.
This old man is none other than the founder of the Yin Yang Sect, the Yin Yang Patriarch.
"Everyone, is there really no room for relaxation?" Patriarch Yin Yang looked at Xu Qingshan and asked calmly.
"Till death."
"Then let's fight," the Patriarch of Yin and Yang shouted softly, and the energy of Yin and Yang filled his body.
He whispered to Wu Shaoqing: "When there is a battle later, we will help you stop them, and you leave with the people of destiny.
As long as the destined people are still there, our Yin Yang Sect will not perish."
Wu Shaoqing was silent for a moment, and finally nodded firmly.
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At this moment, many sects around the Yin Yang Sect have received the news, and they are all watching in the dark.
The Patriarch of Yin and Yang stood at the front, his whole body full of energy. He heard eight sounds of "bang bang bang..." and he actually opened the eight vein gates.
Lunquan, Xuangu, facing the wind.
Kunhai, phantom blood, twilight is still loose.
Facing the shortage, accepting the darkness......
When the eight vein gates opened at the same time, the powerful aura belonging to the divine vein realm ravaged Hengyu. He held the Yin Yang Sword and pointed it at the people of the Zhenwu Holy Sect.
Behind the Yin-Yang Patriarch, a Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram emerged.
This is his true destiny. The moment the Tai Chi diagram appears, the entire sky is reflected in black and white.
Some people who were watching the battle in the dark said in surprise: "The Patriarch of Yin and Yang has already reached the Divine Vein Realm."
"What's so surprising about this," someone replied calmly: "Many eras ago, the Yin and Yang Patriarchs also competed for the destiny of heaven, so the divine vein realm is normal."
When the Yin Yang Patriarch's momentum swept across the entire sky, snowflakes suddenly began to fall from the sky.
Pieces of white snowflakes were scattered between the sky and the earth. The appearance of these snowflakes was the shape of long swords.
A desolate and icy atmosphere covered the entire sky.
A shadow came from the void, and he came with his sword in hand.
His long hair is flying,
He was dressed in white,
He is as cold and arrogant as snow.
What's even more terrifying is that this phantom has also opened eight veins. With every step he takes, the Xiao Sha in the air becomes a little thicker.
Mei Aohan walked out of the wind and snow, and with one strike of his sword, thousands of miles of snow fell to the ground, and the boundless ice shone from the sky with endless light.
The Yin-Yang Patriarch also raised his sword to greet him. The black and white yin-yang qi on his Yin-Yang sword divided the sky and turned the sky into black and white halves.
The two swords collided, endless storms surged around, the space was split into pieces, and a huge vortex appeared between the two swords.
I saw the two of them taking a few steps back at the same time. Patriarch Yin Yang looked solemn, shook his head and sighed: "I am getting old, and there are many talented people in the world!"
"I can't be considered a talented person. I'm just an ordinary person who has abandoned martial arts." Mei Aohan shook his head lightly.
When he was at the peak of the Holy Pulse Realm, he was so ambitious that he dared to challenge major first-class sects alone. In battles with various opponents of the Holy Pulse Realm, he honed his martial arts and understood his Taoist heart.
Unfortunately, later he met Xiao Zixian, and he fell into the whirlpool of love, gave up everything, and determined to spend his life with the other person in an ordinary and contented way.
The road to martial arts is too long, difficult and dangerous, and you never know where you will end up.
And even if you reach the pinnacle of martial arts, what can you do to live forever in the long journey?
If the people around you are no longer around, everything will be meaningless.
……………
Mei Aohan and the Yin Yang Patriarch fought together. The battle between the two was not very gorgeous, but it was just an ordinary sword strike.
The heaven and earth collapsed, the sky fell, and the ear-splitting roar resounded throughout the world.
As if a hole was about to be punched out in the sky, the wind and clouds rolled between the sky and the earth, and countless cracks appeared in the entire sky.
On the other side, the people of Zhenwu Shengzong didn't give Yin Yang Sect any chance to breathe, and charged directly towards them.
Dozens of strong men in the Holy Pulse Realm were fighting together. Because the Yin Yang Sect opened the ancestral coffin, their number of Holy Pulse Realm people could barely hold on.
However, under the attack of hundreds of emperors from the Zhenwu Saint Sect, the Yin Yang Sect's bottom level combat power was obviously insufficient.
