Nine suns stepping on the sky

The world of Abi is unified, and the Asura clan is respected. There are 49 orthodoxy under his command, each occupying one side.

Jianzong is one of them, belonging to the southern Xinjiang region.

Every 3000 years, the twelve Taoists in southern Xinjiang gather together and rank them according to their strength.And accept challenges from all forces in the southern Xinjiang region.

If it fails, the challenging force will be disbanded and merged into the challenged orthodoxy.

If it succeeds, it will replace its status and become one of the new orthodoxy, with endless respect for status.

This is the only way to change the orthodoxy. For the rest of the time, the 49 orthodoxy is under the protection of the Shura clan. Any provocative behavior will provoke a devastating blow.

By doing so, the overall strength of Abi World can be preserved to the greatest extent and internal friction can be reduced.As long as the 49 orthodox system continues to thrive, the entire Abi World will not be affected.

And this is the Twelve Orthodox Assembly.

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Sword Sect.

In the huge square, the sword-shaped sculpture is pointing directly at the sky, and the invisible sword will soar into the sky, tearing the clouds apart.The sun shines everywhere, falling on the eyes of all the monks of the Sword Sect, shining with unwavering light.

On the high platform, Jian Wudao wore a gray sword robe, his long hair was tied tightly with a purple gold sword ring, and his expression was solemn.He stood tall, with the aura of a peerless swordsman permeating, and the invisible majesty filled the space.

"Today, the period of the Southern Xinjiang Conference is also the catastrophe of our Jianzong. After passing, Jianzong will have 3000 years to recuperate. If it fails, our sect will become history from then on."

He raised his hand, and the sound of the sword's cry resounded across the sky in an instant, "Wait, are you willing to follow this sect and defend the sword sect to the death!"

Swah——

With Jian Wuya as the leader, the five elders stood up at the same time and knelt down on one knee, "I am willing to follow the suzerain and defend the sword sect to the death!"

In the square, countless tall and straight sword sect cultivators all knelt on one knee and roared, "I would like to follow the suzerain and defend the sword sect to the death!"

boom--

The invisible general trend rose into the sky suddenly, arousing the luck of Jianzong to surge in the sky.

A sword shadow slowly emerged, with endless majesty, sweeping across all directions with the momentum of looking down on the world!

Sword sect moves!

In the main hall, Mo Yu was wearing a black sword robe, which was luxurious and noble. At this moment, there was a sword cry in his body.

At this moment, the general trend of Jianzong resonated!

At this moment, Mo Yu raised his head, and two sword shadows slowly emerged from the depths of his eyes. His eyes were sharp, and he seemed to penetrate the space and see far away.

"coming."

A low groan echoed in the hall.

As if to confirm what he said, the clear sky suddenly darkened at this moment.

The violent wind was born out of thin air, criss-crossing the void, howling shrillly.

It moved the clouds, blew the ancient trees, and brought that terrible breath.

Looking up, thirteen black clouds rolled from the surrounding area, like thirteen black dragons, giving people the feeling that the wind and rain are about to destroy them, and their momentum is terrifying!

Jian Wudao's eyes flashed, and he stepped on the sword shadow above his head due to the luck of the sword sect, and there was a sudden sound, clear and loud, with endless penetrating power, which was transmitted to the ears of every monk of the sword sect, making them Unaffected by external changes.

The figure moved slightly, and he had already appeared in midair, with a low voice, "Jianzong, welcome everyone!"

call--

The thirteen black clouds approaching Jianzong stopped at the same time, and after dissipating, the thirteen monks were revealed.

The aura of the leader of each party is as deep and unfathomable as the sea, and there is an inexplicable connection with this world.These 13 people are all in the realm of the Dao of Heaven, and they are included in the sequence of immortality!

"Master of the Sword Sect, we have arrived, so there is no need to waste any more time, let's join forces and summon the Taoist battle platform to descend!" Going so tall is like piercing the sky.

Everyone in the world knew that this was an act of covering up the ugliness of the leader of the divine religion, but no one dared to laugh at it.

The twelve Taoisms gathered together, and he spoke first, which was enough to show too much.

Jian Wudao looked indifferent, ignoring the many prying eyes that came faintly, and said lightly, "Okay."

He glanced over and met the Promise Sword Sect Xuanyun Patriarch, and a sword cry suddenly resounded through the void.

Under the Dao of Heaven, ordinary monks can't hear it, while the ancestors of the other parties are showing fun at the same time.

Today's battle of Jianzong will be extremely lively!

With a calm expression, Jian Wudao retracted his gaze, and lightly cupped his hands, "Everyone, please."

The ancestors of the other eleven Taoisms took a step forward at the same time, and joined Jian Wudao in the next instant, erupting into a monstrous momentum.

Ancestor Xuanyun narrowed his eyes, and his gaze flickered slightly. On the surface, Jian Wudao's aura is not inferior to the others at all... What exactly did he use?

"Old friend, it seems that Wuji Sword Sect is going to gnaw on a hard bone today." Next to him, the old man with white hair and childlike face smiled and said, with a good demeanor and a sense of detachment.

Patriarch Xuanyun shook his head, "Don't worry, since the old man makes a move, he is fully confident. Jianzong, we can't survive today!"

He turned around, "Qinghe, since you are still willing to be fair in the battle of the twelve orthodoxy, and you don't want to intervene in it, why don't you and I make a bet? If I, the Wuji Sword Sect, successfully obtain the position of the orthodoxy, I will report to the Asura Saint Clan How about some kind words, please?"

Ancestor Qinghe smiled, "This bet is cunning. If you win everything, nothing will happen. But if you lose, Wuji Sword Sect's light cough disappears, how do you pay the bet?"

"Don't worry." Patriarch Xuanyun looked calm, "Since I bet, I will naturally give you a satisfactory explanation."

Patriarch Qinghe pondered for a while, "Okay, it's a bet!"

Sensing a breath change between the heaven and the earth, the two of them kept silent at the same time and looked towards the sky.

At this moment, a huge black shadow gradually emerged.

Gradually approaching, the true face of this behemoth can finally be seen clearly.

"This... this is the orthodox battle platform..." a sword sect monk muttered to himself.

The black square battle platform has countless delicate reliefs on the surface, whether people or beasts, all are in battle.Perhaps it is the passage of time, these reliefs have been damaged, and most of them have become blurred, but at a glance, one can feel a strong fighting spirit rushing towards the face!

Violent, cruel, crushing everything!

When the orthodox battle platform landed on the Sword Sect, the invisible solemn majesty and terrifying fighting spirit made all the monks feel deep awe in their hearts.

Even if Jian Wudao and others, the principals of the Twelve Dao Lineages, bowed their heads slightly at this moment to show their respect.

"Southern Xinjiang, the 3000-year battle of the twelve orthodoxy, welcome to the stage!"

After shouting in unison, the lord of the divine religion was the first to get up, and said lightly: "You and I have ranked in the twelve orthodoxy, and each has its own measure for 3000 years. If there is no objection, let's enter the battle stage separately."

After the words fell, he waved his hand and led the monks of the divine religion to fly to the orthodox battle platform.

The space flickered slightly, and the group of the gods appeared directly in the east of the battle platform, with a big "one" floating above their heads, and the divine light was bright and extremely dazzling.

"That's it, I'm the way of beasts, so you're welcome." The burly man snorted and followed closely behind.

"The third one is my Floating Island Cave." The old man in white said calmly with a wave of his sleeve.

The Twelve Dao Lineages know each other very well, and they have already decided how to rank in their hearts, so there will be no surprises.

Soon, under the battle arena, only Jianzong was left.

No.12...

Jian Wudao clenched his fists in the sleeves of his robe, but his expression was extremely calm, and he said slowly, "This sect is willing to die to help my Jian sect prosper and be proud for nine days!"

He turned around, took a step forward, and walked towards the orthodox battle platform.

"May I die to help my Jianzong prosper and be proud for nine days!"

The sword sect monk moved with a momentum like a rainbow.

In the main hall, Mo Yu looked calm. Suddenly, he put on a black mask and stepped forward.

In mid-air, his figure appeared.

Jian Wudao turned around in surprise, "Junior brother?"

This is not the same as the previous plan.

Mo Yu said lightly, "How can I be missing in the matter of Jianzong? Besides, I am a swordsman, and I should fight in a dignified manner."

Jian Wudao laughed loudly, "Okay, let's fight in a dignified manner!"

Laughter was like wind and thunder, stirring the sky.

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

The cultivation of Jianzong roared, his sword intent soared to the sky, and countless sword shadows emerged from nothingness, flying across the sky!