The naughty child learned about the news that the Butian Pavilion stronghold was destroyed a little later. When he learned about the specific situation, he was shocked first, and then very sad. He was still seeing off his senior brothers and sisters not long ago, but unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, it was the eternal separation of heaven and man.

The naughty children still remember that when they were parting, they secretly drank the elder's wine, sang and danced together. When they were drunk, everyone cried and made a fuss, saying that they would become very powerful in the future and that the Pure Land must be rebuilt, but how long it took to leave forever.

Although many senior brothers and sisters are not familiar with each other, the naughty children are not unfamiliar with them. Their help to themselves makes the naughty children feel very warm. He sincerely hopes that Butian Pavilion will become stronger because it gives him a kind of warmth of home.

The naughty child touched his little face and seemed to be able to feel the feelings of the senior brothers and sisters when they pinched him. Such doting entrusted their hopes, but now they are separated by yin and yang.

Three of the seven strongholds that had been working hard for many years were removed at once, and nearly half of the genius disciples transferred from Butian Pavilion were destroyed in an instant, causing heavy losses, and the remaining four strongholds may not be safe.

As a last resort, Butian Pavilion had to suspend the transfer plan. Now the remaining people in the sect cannot continue to go.

The Lord of Butian Pavilion sent a large number of disciples to the remaining four strongholds to check the situation. They now must confirm the safety of the strongholds before they can transfer matters.

But the outside world seems to have already understood the situation inside Butian Pavilion.

Two days later, another bad news came. The Pavilion Master was in a bad mood and squirted blood again. The lightning flashed all over the body, like a furious mad lion, and a large area of ​​Lingshan was destroyed.

Another base was removed, and all the disciples and elders in the base were destroyed, and no one survived.

"I will die in Butian Pavilion!" A Butian Pavilion elder's eyes rolled in tears, and his voice was choking.

There was sadness all over Butian Pavilion.

Just as the Butian Pavilion was in an almost desperate environment, the old sacrificial spirit, who had been silent all the time, spoke, and the divine sound of the Dao woke everyone up like a bell ringing.

"As long as you leave a fire, it can become a prairie fire in the future. How could Butian Pavilion be exterminated so easily?! Raise your head! Butian Pavilion will never perish!" Although the old sacrificial spirit's voice was exhausted, it was full of power. "I decided to leave the divine seed and let it protect the reborn Butian Pavilion in the future."

"Sir Sacrifice!" Everyone was heartbroken, obviously knowing that things could not be saved, and the life of Sacrifice had reached its end, and the miracle of resurrection could not have happened.

"What should we do now, Lord Sai Ling!" Many people cried out.

"Breaking out of the siege! As long as there is one person who survives, Butian Pavilion will not be considered destruction. Sooner or later, one day, it will be reborn again from the fire." The voice of the old sacrificial spirit resounded throughout the sky above Butian Pavilion.

The next moment, the old sacrificial spirit suddenly rose up from the ground and soared into the sky. Vines full of divineness hung in the sky, like green waterfalls falling from the sky. "The battle has begun, our enemies are here!"

In the distance, the terrifying aura was surging, and mysterious runes were shrouded in the sky. The strongest people arrived here. The Golden Avenue spread out from tens of thousands of miles, as if descending from the heaven.

In addition, there are many people around Butian Pavilion. I don’t know how many people and all kinds of creatures are coming, not only the human race. Obviously, they want to divide Butian Pavilion.

"Kill out! As long as one of us survives, Butian Pavilion will not perish!" The elder in the sect shouted, and the turbid old eyes were filled with tears.

"Follow me, you must survive!" An elder told all his disciples, then roared, sacrificed the treasures and killed them.

"No one can rush out from here!" Outside the Butian Pavilion, countless creatures appeared and surrounded the place.

"boom!"

The battle exploded immediately, the treasures were flying all over the sky, and the runes were intertwined. The elder Butian Pavilion who rushed out was soon covered in blood and suffered heavy damage because there were too many people coming outside.

Behind him, the disciples changed their colors one after another. The road was not working and they were blocked by people outside.

"Don't be afraid! Kill out from here!" More than a dozen elders of Butian Pavilion suddenly appeared, and all of them were bathed in blood. They activated the treasures, flattened a mountain, opened a bloody road, and led a group of disciples to break through.

"I said, no one left!" An old man roared in the distance, and he broke through the air. He was an ancient animal skin under his feet, holding a golden divine sword in his hand. With a wave of his big hand, the divine sword immediately burst out with amazing sword energy.

"boom!"

The mountains were annihilated and the river flowed against the flow. I don’t know how powerful the sword was. It not only cut off the earth, but also allowed the river flow to the flow. Many disciples were buried under this sword, and several elders were unable to escape.

"Tuoba, you are looking for death!!"

In the Butian Pavilion, a roar came. The ancestor Mu Yan was all bearded and stood upright like a steel needle. He was wrapped in electric light, holding a thunder hammer in his hand, and stepping on a divine feather, and rushing to death.

When the two met, there was no need to say hello. The ancestor Mu Yan roared, and the purple Thunder God hammer power slashed a ray of lightning as thick as a bucket, directly repelling the man, and then he rushed up quickly.

During the ancient times, the Tuoba family almost created an ancient country. Unfortunately, the sacrificial spirits in the clan had some grudges with the old sacrificial spirits in the Butian Pavilion, and they were killed by the Old God Vine. Since then, the Tuoba family has never recovered, and the Tuoba family has formed a bond with the Butian Pavilion.

"The Butian Pavilion Divine Vine is falling, and today is the day of your destruction. Even if the gods come, they can't save you!" An old man from the Tuoba family who was struck by lightning shouted coldly.

"Whoever dares to touch my Butian Pavilion will pay the price of bleeding! Today, I will kill you first!" The ancestor Mu Yan's voice was like a lion's roar, and his body was filled with lightning and lightning. He rushed forward and rushed forward.

The war began instantly, and this was just a corner of the entire battlefield. There were figures everywhere in Butian Pavilion. Those who had a grudge against Butian Pavilion and no grudges arrived. They surrounded the people in Butian Pavilion.

Deep in the Butian Pavilion, some old men are trying to build a void channel to the outside world, but unfortunately, they are useless after working hard for a long time. No matter how they build, they will be destroyed in an instant. Obviously, there are the strongest men who are secretly taking action.

The naughty child followed the elder with a bloody face. He fought hard with the enemy who invaded Butian Pavilion. Unfortunately, there were too many enemies, just like grasshoppers passing through the border, and they could not be killed no matter how hard they were.
Chapter completed!