Guarding the prison for a hundred years, being born to overwhelm the demon king

"Is... was it the door owner who asked you to come pick me up?"

After a while, the little old man stopped crying. He shook off the snot and tears with his right hand and quickly pulled Wang Shuisheng back: "Quick, take me to see the master!"

"Yes Yes!"

Wang Shuisheng was in a hurry and quickly led the way.

But before leaving, he glanced at it inadvertently and was still surprised.

Not to mention the little old man's mournful cries, even the pushing and shoving between himself and him must have been loud.

But in front of and behind the street, no one seemed to notice the vendors or pedestrians...

"It's coming soon."

Sensing the approach of Wang Shuisheng and the little old man, Su Bai thought, and his face and body shape changed, turning into Wang Hongxuan, the master of Xuantian Sect, looking a little miserable.

boom!

After a while, the wooden door was pushed open.

"Master! I...my Xuantian Sect has..."

A short old man rushed forward with runny nose and tears.

"Gone!"

"Everything, everything is gone!"

The little old man was very fast. As soon as the cry sounded in his ears, he fell in front of Su Bai, hugged his thighs, and burst into tears.

His appearance is so bleak that it makes people cry when he hears it, and makes him feel sad when he sees it.

Wang Shuisheng, who walked in with the black donkey by his feet, felt his ears tense and his legs and feet felt a little sore.

This old man can cry too much...

Su Bai's brows twitched but he didn't speak. When the little old man's crying subsided, he sighed and said:

"How many are still alive?"

This is the trouble left over from the previous body.

Wang Hongxuan, from the Xuantian Sect, is the last disciple of the Xuantian Sect. Because of his average talent, it took him a hundred years to successfully refine his form, so he is not a candidate to be the next leader.

For many years, he has been walking around the world and rarely returns. He went back once before, but found that his master respected Chuang.

Unable to do so, he ventured into the mountain to take the heart of the tree from the thousand-year-old demon to extend his master's life.

However, this is just what Wang Hongxuan thinks.

Su Bai, who had just finished the deduction, could see more things from it.

At some point, the crying stopped.

The little old man then raised his head and wiped away his tears with his wide sleeves. The old man burst into tears and said, "The only ones left are Lao Nu, and Dahei..."

"what!"

The big black donkey raised its head at the right time and brayed.

One person and one donkey looked at Su Bai eagerly, with pale faces.

"Get up first, sit down and talk slowly."

Su Bai pulled up his sleeves and said in a deep voice.

The little old man in front of him, less than three feet tall, is called Mu Yunyang. He is the internal affairs manager of Xuantianmen. He is nearly three hundred years old and has exhausted his lifespan.

Although he has practiced Taoism for many years, his cultivation is still in the realm of refining the body. He is old and frail, and his energy has declined. He has no potential to break through the spiritual phase realm and set foot in practice again.

In his opinion, he only has six years to live at most.

"Door, door owner, you...your eyes, your eyes."

As soon as Mu Yunyang stopped crying, he looked up and saw Su Bai's dark eyes. He fell to the ground in horror, his hands and feet trembling.

"Also, you, your cultivation, where did your cultivation go?"

Mu Yunyang was anxious and frightened, almost unable to breathe, and his eyes began to turn red in fear.

At the same time, he was also shocked by the calmness of the sect master.

Encountering such a serious setback, I didn't even feel decadent at all.

"It's just something that went wrong. It's okay."

Su Bai didn't take it seriously and asked instead: "Mr. Mu, what happened in the door?"

"Ugh."

Mu Yunyang let out a long sigh, and he looked a few years older again. His lips trembled and he said: "Xuan Tianmen no longer exists..."

"My ancestor of Xuantian Clan was originally a disciple of Haibo Clan, the lord of Anhe Palace. Later, he left Haibo Clan and founded Xuantian Clan."

"But even if our master comes from the same sect, the Haibo Sect still has great hostility towards my Xuantian Sect..."

Mu Yunyang's emotions fluctuated greatly, and he obviously couldn't let go. His words also contained fear and a hint of hatred!

"The old sect leader's injury was caused by Lin Baiyun, the eldest disciple of Haibo Sect..."

"On the third day when the sect master went out to look for medicine for the old sect master, a group of mysterious people suddenly attacked. After a battle, the mountain gate was completely destroyed and all the sect members were killed!"

"The one who takes action must be a disciple of Haibo Sect!"

Mu Yunyang's voice was hoarse and his breath was a little unsteady. Wang Shuisheng, who was not far behind him, felt that his vision went dark, and he was so chilled that he almost fell to the ground!

"is it?"

Su Bai glanced at Mu Yunyang. Although he had no eyes, the latter felt like he was completely seen through his body and mind.

"Old slave, I was out shopping at that time. When I came back to the mountain, I saw the devastation everywhere."

"When I was burying the bones of my disciples, I saw Dahei, who was struggling for his life, and the old sect master. I passed on the order of succession to you..."

Mu Yunyang was a little anxious: "I was afraid that you would also be killed, so I sacrificed Xuantian Baoling and hurried here." "Master, you must not doubt this old slave!"

Mu Yunyang was angry and anxious, and he was also shocked by Su Bai's calmness.

Su Bai said nothing, but took a deep look at Mu Yunyang.

With a thought in his mind, a vaguely faint Primordial Spirit mark appeared in his heart.

He believed more in what he saw with his own eyes than in words.

As Su Bai's thoughts moved, he could clearly see the entire net worth of the little old man in front of him.

What this little old man said may be true or false. He clearly has only a few years to live, yet he is still so greedy for money.

There is nothing there, but some of the things left by Xuantianmen are hidden in his arms!

"Mr. Mu, you should get up first."

Su Bai stood up, helped the little old man up, motioned for him to sit down, and then said: "Although Xuantian Clan and Haibo Clan hate each other, there has been no large-scale conflict for thousands of years. Maybe the annihilation of the sect is possible. There are other secrets hidden in it.”

"Ok?"

Mu Yunyang was stunned. He looked at Su Bai as if seeing him for the first time: "Hongxuan!"

"Then, that's the mountain sect that raised you. Your master died in the battle, and you, you actually want to excuse the Haibo sect!?"

At this moment, Mu Yunyang was so angry that he simply stopped calling the sect master.

He couldn't understand how Wang Hongxuan, who used to have a fiery personality, could become so calm?

It even made him feel a little chilly in his heart.

Su Bai was still calm, and his mood did not fluctuate much.

He just glanced at Mu Yunyang lightly, then said to himself:

"The Great Yan Dynasty divided the sects into various sects to govern the world. They had seventy-two passes, six hundred continents, and tens of thousands of cities and towns. They were like spiders spinning their webs, exerting pressure on the world. All the king's orders were obeyed."

Dayan is undoubtedly a huge creature overlooking the heaven and earth.

Be it Xuantian Sect, Wanxing Sect, Haibo Sect, or even other more powerful sects, they are all part of Great Yan.

Indispensable, yet insignificant.

"you……"

Mu Yunyang was still angry: "This, this is something everyone knows, why are you saying it?"

"I don't know..."

Wang Shuisheng replied silently, but he didn't dare to speak. He just listened to Su Bai's voice quietly.

"Mr. Mu, don't forget. In addition to the difficulty of the dynasty, the decisions of all sects, including the Jin Brahma Sect, are not eternal!"

Su Bai's tone was calm, but Mu Yunyang's brows furrowed, and he asked with some surprise: "A grand gathering of ten thousand sects?"

Su Bai nodded and said, "Not bad."

The dynasty gathered the sects from all over the world and ruled the world through feudalism. Each of the major sects became ambassadors to the feudal territories. This was the first time Su Bai had seen such a system.

However, no matter what kind of system it is, if there are no opportunities for promotion and no room for improvement, it will ultimately be difficult to maintain for a long time.

The way to promotion in the Great Yan Dynasty lies in the Ten Thousand Sects Gathering.

This day is the day for Dayan to sacrifice to heaven, and it is also the day for various sects to compete to determine the superior and inferior!

"There are only twenty-three years left until the grand gathering of ten thousand sects that happens once every eight hundred years."

Su Bai sat down again and sighed softly: "Before the conference, the demons were dancing wildly. There are some things that cannot be explained clearly."

The Great Flame Sacrifice to Heaven, a grand gathering of thousands of sects held once every eight hundred years, is too important for those who are interested.

He could guess this even without the imprint of Luo Yuling, a member of the Black and White Underworld Servant Hall.

Not to mention, from the imprints of these three souls, he saw many things that ordinary people didn't know.

"Yes, but our Xuantian Sect has no desire to compete, nor the power to compete..."

Mu Yunyang's face turned a little pale, but he still shook his head and retorted: "The old sect master will definitely not be so unwise."

Although in theory, any sect that holds the Great Yan Granted Order is eligible to participate in the battles between prefectures, states, customs, and even kings.

However, the threshold is invisible. A small sect like Xuantian Sect, which only has two or three spiritual monks, is not qualified to participate in such a grand event.

"Yes or no, I think it will be verified soon."

Su Bai didn't explain too much.

He slowly lay down on the rocking chair, rubbed his eyebrows, and said softly:

"Everyone in the countryside understands the principle of cutting off the weeds and eradicating the roots. There is no reason why those monks who destroyed Xuantian Clan would not understand..."

call!

Mu Yunyang suddenly stood up, his face turned as pale as a sheet of paper in an instant, and he said with frightened eyes: "Sect, what the master means is that they deliberately didn't kill me, just because..."

Mu Yunyang felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body felt cold to the bone, and his lips began to turn blue.

He was just old and frail, not weak, so he quickly thought of this possibility.

"If that's the case, if that's the case..."

His lips trembled, and without finishing a sentence, he suddenly turned around, grabbed the frightened big black donkey, and was about to leave quickly.

But the next moment, he was called out by Su Bai.

"If Mr. Mu leaves now, how can he have time? Let them destroy them one by one, and the Xuantian Gate will really be gone."

Pfft!

Mu Yunyang shook his body and fell to his knees. He couldn't help but burst into tears and said, "Master, it's me. It's me who hurt you. It's me who hurt you!"

"After I go down, how can I have the dignity to see the old sect master..."

(End of this chapter)