The only way

"Ugh……"

Sighs sounded from the back hill of Juli Sect.

A ray of light leaped up, and the pressure of the Nascent Soul cultivator was unleashed.

Su Xin Zhenjun and Wu Tongzi both looked solemn, their sword intent surged around their bodies, and they were both ready for battle.

Unexpectedly, although the visitor released the pressure of the Nascent Soul realm, he showed no hostility at all.

Jiang Yanzhi raised his eyes and looked at the person coming.

The man, who looked to be in his thirties, lived up to his name. He was as tall and strong as a giant brown bear. The beard on his face had not been shaved off, and his exposed eyes were full of violence and wildness.

The ancestor of Juli Sect Yuanying, Xiong Batian.

The brown-yellow short robes rustled in the wind, and Xiong Batian's eyes were like wild beasts, passing over the bodies of the three men in Jianzhai.

Finally, his eyes fell from Jiang Yanzhi's sword box to his eyes as calm as the deep sea.

"I won't escape."

Xiong Batian's voice was equally deep and deep, and his eyes fell on the sect at his feet that was gaining momentum.

There was a moment of reluctance and nostalgia in his eyes, and finally he regained his composure.

When the demons came to the door, when he learned about the existence of the demons, when he agreed, Xiong Batian knew in his heart that once he nodded, once he took action, no matter whether it was successful or not.

He, or Juli Sect, will have an inevitable ending.

The only difference is whether it falls into the hands of the demon clan or the five great immortal sects.

He promised the demons that at least everyone in the Juli Sect would not become puppets and draw swords against the humans. He was the only one who was guilty.

If they didn't escape and were caught by the Immortal Sect, at least the entire Juli Sect could get a happy ending, and those disciples at the bottom might not be unable to get a happy ending either.

Xiong Batian thought clearly and calculated clearly.

So he didn't escape. When he ambush the monks of Sanqing Dao Sect, he deliberately missed the loopholes.

However, during the past few days hiding in the back mountain, Xiong Batian could not deny that he was still taking chances.

When Jian Zhai came to the door, he was shaken for a moment.

He had heard about Taoism since he was a child, and he had suffered a lot because of his poor spiritual aptitude.

Later, by accident, he entered the Juli Sect and found a good talent in body refining. In addition, he was willing to endure hardships and work hard.

He had struggled in the mortal world, he had humbled himself as dust in front of talented monks, and he had fought with people for opportunities in the secret realm.

I was ecstatic when I broke through to the Nascent Soul, I was complacent in the compliments of my descendants, and when I was most energetic, I screamed at the sky.

The road is thousands of miles long, who else could it be than me?

Hundreds of years, how many generations of mortals have been reincarnated.

Xiong Batian tried his best to climb up, his blood and tears condensed on every step.

How could he be willing to let go once his body was dead?

But when he saw the panic of the disciples of Juli Sect, he watched the mountain protective formation above his head being torn apart.

All Xiong Batian's unwillingness and reluctance were put aside in an instant.

Every step taken by the Juli Sect also embodies his hard work.

His glory and aura come partly from himself and partly from the Juli Sect.

At any rate, he had lived for hundreds of years. At any rate, the group of disciples below respectfully called him ancestor.

Xiong Batian did not escape in the end, but took the initiative to come to the Jianzhai monk.

His unrestrained escape and coercion were his last dignity and his last contribution to the sect.

He was telling the disciples below that there was a Yuanying monk sitting behind them. He, Xiong Batian, was the Juli Sect and their ancestor!

Master Songya didn't know the specific inside story, and Xiong Batian didn't reveal anything.

But the situation in front of him made him have some guesses.

Uneasiness swept through him. "Master!"

Master Songya could not help but shout to Xiong Batian, with a touch of uneasiness and dependence in his eyes.

Xiong Batian's fierce eyes softened slightly, and his big palm-like hand slapped Master Songya on the head, causing him to stagger.

"Little picker, it's Master who's dragging you down."

Seeing the master's rare tenderness, Master Songya's eyes turned red.

He was an orphan and was picked up by his master. His aptitude for cultivating immortals was not good, and his physical training was average, but his master never disliked him.

So he worked very hard and desperately, in order not to embarrass his master, and climbed from an unknown disciple to the position of master.

Today, whether something happens to the Juli Sect that he worked so hard to build, or something happens to the master who raised him, Master Songya cannot accept it.

The hand hidden in the sleeve clenched into a fist, and the moment he lowered his head, a cold light flashed across the eyes of Master Songya.

Suddenly, there was a force on my shoulders.

Master Songya raised his head in shock and saw the master's calm eyes.

The clenched fists suddenly unclenched.

"Fellow Daoist Wu's Nine-Dragon Divine Fire Shield is indeed worthy of its reputation," Xiong Batian looked up at the seemingly endless sea of ​​clouds in the distance and said calmly, "I didn't expect that Xiong could make Jianzhai so generous."

Jiang Yanzhi glanced at Songya Zhenren's sleeves, his expression was indifferent, and he was not moved by Xiong Batian's words, "A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength."

Xiong Batian suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter like thunder and waves, resounding throughout the entire Juli Sect.

"Well, it's worthy of being a swordsman!"

After laughing, Xiong Batian used his spiritual power to spread the sound, making it enough to spread to every corner of the Juli Sect.

"I, Xiong Batian, the ancestor of the Juli Sect, disband the Juli Sect here today, and declare to the world that there is no more Juli Sect in the world!"

"Every disciple of my Juli Sect, after building the foundation, will abolish his cultivation, receive a thousand low-grade spiritual stones, and make an oath to the inner demons. He will never mention what happened today! From now on, he must not be an enemy of Jianzhai!"

"On top of the foundation... everyone will follow me and commit suicide!"

As soon as he said a word, the whole audience was shocked.

The Juli Sect disciples made an uproar and attacked in groups.

"why!"

"Why should we abandon our cultivation?"

"I don't want...wuwuwu..."

"Brother, what should I do?"

"Ancestor! How could you do this!"

"How can an ancestor like you deserve to be our ancestor!"

……

For a time, there were countless despised, hesitant and angry people, and all kinds of human expressions appeared in this world.

Xiong Batian turned a deaf ear and only looked at Jiang Yanzhi and the others, "How?"

"Fellow Daoist Xiong, I'm afraid you won't die yet."

What they want is to capture Xiong Batian alive.

Jiang Yanzhi didn't have any emotional fluctuations in what Xiong Batian did.

The Juli Sect was derived from the Demon Sect Wushuanglou in the past. Jiang Yanzhi did not believe that Xiong Batian, as the leader of the Juli Sect, would not know anything about it.

Including the so-called demons looking for him, he is just a hypocrite and has yet to be confirmed.

If it was true that he was a hypocrite, he would have shown no mercy when ambushing the Sanqing Dao Sect.

He trusts the Immortal Sect more and is a human being. He has not seen Xiong Batian find a way to contact the five Immortal Sects for help. He has also not seen Xiong Batian stop practicing the skills, or refuse to accept disciples, or abolish the remaining skills of the Demon Sect. .

Unfortunately, none.