Yuanjue Valley is now in a tiny area.

The head Zong Ze, now sitting in the hall with white eyebrows and white beards, deep sweat, and his usual shocked face, was quite nervous today.

In the early stage of the Golden Elixir, he should not be able to show his emotions, but today, when Yuanjue Valley is in danger, he cannot calm down no matter what.

In the hall, there were seven sects of monks, hundreds of people, staring at Zong Ze!

"Zongze! Hand over the Mitian relics! I, Mo Shengzong, found out that your elder Hou Lian, had obtained this relics from Taizu's desert hill a few days ago! This is the treasure of the Wei Kingdom. You, Yuanjue Valley, wouldn't you want to take it alone!"

An old man with a purple cassock had silver hair and beards, and he was powerful without anger. When he asked, the aura of the peak of the golden elixir swept across the hall!

Under his breath, Zong Ze complained and was even more unable to resist his pressure.

In the early stage of the Golden Pill, the strength is completely different from the peak of the Golden Pill. The purple robe in front of me is one of the seven ancestors of the seven major sects of the Wei Kingdom. It is called Mo Xisheng and is known as "Mo Sheng". With a sound of the method, it is extraordinary. In the middle stage of the Golden Pill, it cannot even hold a palm...

After Mo Xisheng spoke, the other six factions also questioned each other.

"Zongze! Hand over the relics, I, Baimen Tower, will not be looking for trouble in your sect today!" A young man in white, with white hair and a tone of gloomy, was obviously a master of magic.

"Mi Tian Relic, such a treasure is not something you deserve!" The old monk with a national character's face is also an ancestor, with sharp words.

"Supply the relics! Otherwise, the valley of Yuanjue will be destroyed today!"

"Zongze, don't be stubborn!"

...

One by one, a series of threats came one after another in the hall, but Zong Ze could only sigh and respond.

Mitian relics... If there is such a thing in the Yuanjue Valley, Zongze must have handed it over to the seven sects to seek peace. At present, the ancestors of the seven sects are not ruthless people that Zongze can afford to offend.

His Yuanjue Valley, including Zong Ze and Hou Lian, has always been two Jinjue masters. They are both in the early stages. Even if they meet the Jinjue Elders of the first-class sects, they are not opponents. What's more, the ancestors of the seven major sects such as Mo Xisheng gather together in Yuanjue Valley. Anyone has the strength to level the Yuanjue Valley.

If there are relics, he will definitely give it! But he doesn’t!

Indeed, the first person to discover the news about the relics was his disciples of Yuanjue Valley! Indeed, the elder Hou Lian brought a team of novice disciples to obtain the relics. But unexpectedly, now it happened that the Wei Kingdom was in chaos and monsters were rising from all sides. Judging from the time, Hou Lian should have returned to the sect long ago.

Zong Ze is not stupid.

Since the seven major sentries came to Yuanjue Valley to find things, they must have obtained the exact news that Hou Lian had seized the relics.

Hou Lian obtained the Mitian relics and has not yet returned to the sect. He either died in the monster chaos or escaped with his treasure privately. He may have been obtained by one of the ancestors of the seven sects, but he remained silent and blamed Yuanjue Valley, covering up his eyes and ears, and trying to cover up the truth...

It is hard to say, it is hard to say, in the world of cultivation, people's hearts are unpredictable, who knows where the Mitian relics are now?

There are many masters who are quite good at calculating the divination, but this Mitian relics are enough to block all the secrets of heaven, so that these ancestors cannot calculate the whereabouts of the relics.

If Hou Lian and Bao escape with private treasure, Zong Ze will definitely hate this traitor and will be in trouble with the sect. The sect will be destroyed.

If Hou Lian died in the evil chaos, even if Zong Ze had a hundred people, there would be no explanation today. If he could not take out the relics, the sect would be destroyed. The seven major sects might search for the soul and soul after the destruction, and perhaps they would search for Zong Ze's soul and soul to destroy memories. Only after confirming, they would be convinced that the Yuanjue Valley had not obtained this relics.

If someone among the ancestors of the seven major sects obtains relics and contradicts the Yuanjue Valley, then the Yuanjue Valley will surely be destroyed. Only dead people can interrupt all the clues of relics...

"Oh... I, Zong Ze, what sins have I accumulated? I was forced to be desperate by the seven major sects..."

Zong Ze closed his eyes sadly, and his expression finally calmed down.

Forget it, for nothing, no matter where the relics go, today, you can't escape death.

"Zongze, Mitian Relics, are you going to hand over or not!" Mo Xisheng asked for the last time.

"I didn't take the relics... I swear by the demon of my heart!" Zong Ze said bitterly.

"Hmph! Stubborn! In this way, fellow Taoists do not need to show mercy. Today, we will step into the valley of Yuanjue and find the relics!"

As soon as Mo Xisheng finished speaking, the seven ancestors all looked cold and their murderous intent moved secretly.

They are either righteous or demons, but no matter whether they are righteous or demons, no one will be ruthless in matters related to the treasures that are passed down from the country like Mitian Relics!

One by one, the little monks from the Yuanjue Valley trembled slightly under the murderous aura of hundreds of seven sects of monks.

There were countless disciples who knelt down and begged the head to not harm the sect because of a relics.

With a murderous intent, several young monks were immediately sacrificed by blood.

A hint of hatred appeared in Zong Ze's eyes. He opened his eyes and roared angrily,

"Mo Xisheng! I said that I didn't take the relics! Even if I took them, this matter has nothing to do with my disciples. How dare you do this!"

"Okay! OK! Just a little early stage of the Golden Pill, I dare to shout to me! You will die! None of your disciples can survive!"

Mo Xisheng sneered, his murderous intent had moved, and waves of golden light appeared all over his body, and the sound of the Sanskrit was constantly changing. His palm seemed to turn into pure gold. He slapped Zong Ze in the air, without any magic power!

But the Sanskrit suddenly turned into a golden wheel, which kept rotating on the hall, and condensed into a pure gold palm that was hundreds of feet tall. Even the fingerprints were golden, overturning the top of the hall and pressing it on Zong Ze with one palm!

Baby-level lower-grade body refining technique, golden wheel palm!

Every time the golden wheel rotates, the palm power increases by as much as 10% again!

This palm was really a sure killing blow from Mo Xisheng. He was meditating and refining his body throughout his life. He was already at the ninth realm of silver light, not far from the realm of silver bones!

Even if he is an ordinary Nascent Soul monk, he can take three or two moves!

The power of a palm made the other six ancestors silent. Even the other six ancestors were all the peak figures of the Golden Pill, and no one could take this palm without being hurt!

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zong Ze, who was locked by the palm power, was only affected by the palm storm, and his body was about to break the immortal veins and the golden elixir was about to break!

If you can't take it, you can't take it, you can only die!

But he was unwilling to give up, he was bullied because of his low cultivation level. This feeling made him unwilling to accept it!

"Mo Xisheng! I have recorded this hatred, I have recorded it!"

"Do you remember it? Unfortunately, I will search your soul and destroy your memories later. You can't remember anything. Even if you remember it, what can you do to me? With your early stage of the Golden Pill, if you practice hard for another five hundred years, you will not be my opponent! Die!"

Mo Xisheng laughed, palm power, suppress!

Zong Ze was covered in blood, his jade throne shattered, and he was like a bloody man, pressed to the ground by the palm force.

If you die, you will die...

But at this moment, a momentum that was several times stronger than the Moxi sound echoed in the Valley of Yuanjue!

The air in the entire hall was suddenly frozen by a stream of ice!

With the sound of a broken ice fist, the golden wheel palm that even the Nascent Soul monk had to take some means to take over. In the sound of broken ice, the golden wheel shattered, and the palm power exploded into a golden light and disappeared!

The strength of the boxing is not diminished, and the ice is broken. Amid the sounds of breaking, the monks of the seven sects are affected by the force of the boxing. The monks of the Spirit-Merging Cultivation almost burst into blood mist when they meet.

The seven sects of dozens of people in the golden elixirs, even though they were all very serious in their body refining, they were seriously injured under the power of the boxing!

Even the ancestors of the Seven Sects were in extreme embarrassment, and Mo Xisheng, whose palm power was broken, even a mouthful of golden blood was spurted out. For the first time in his life, what appeared in his eyes was not arrogant, but horror!

He suddenly looked up and saw a cold young man in white clothes and black cloak in the broken sky of the hall, holding Hou Lian in one hand, while the ice force in the other hand was not gone.

Just one gaze made Mo Xisheng feel the pain like a sword-stinging point, and the sea of ​​consciousness was about to be shattered! And he stuttered, unable to say a complete sentence!

"This person, this person...who is this person!"

"I am the ancestor Yuanjue... Now, I need an explanation!" Ning Fan's voice was cold. Under this voice, the arrogant monks of the seven sects who had been before all lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly at them.

This person actually said that he is the ancestor of Yuanjue Valley?! Is there such a master in Yuanjue Valley?!

What kind of cultivation is this person?
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