The Great God of the World

Chapter 431 Painting a lonely old friend (one more)
When Peng Yangjie yelled these words, the people from the four sects and eight sects, who were delayed by the inner tomb door, just happened to enter the plane lock space at this time.

Hearing the words of Empress Shengwu, everyone was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously looked in the direction of Peng Yangjie's finger, and saw Qin Yaxuan in a purple dress, standing beside Yu Feng with a charming figure.

Qin Yaxuan was unaware of everyone's attention, seeing that Li Haotian was no longer there, he was anxious about Yu Feng's injury.

All eyes were on Yu Feng and Qin Yaxuan.

Only Li Xianren, the chief sect master of the Hongmen, stared at the void where the cracks in the plane disappeared, dazed.

Seeing this, the Sect Master of the Lingzong stepped forward and asked jokingly: "Master Li, why are you so sad? Could it be that you are also continuing with Yu Feng, with the beauty in your arms?"

Li Xianren has long been in the realm of the gods, but he still can't see the realm of the suzerain of the Lingzong. From this point, it can be deduced that Hualu's realm must be a level higher than his!
Thinking of this, Li Xian's heart sank suddenly, and even the eyes that looked at Hua Mo were terrified.

"Master Hua, I wonder if the old man can ask you a question."

"Master Li, you can ask directly if you have anything to do."

"The realm of the suzerain is..."

Hua Mo smiled, just looked at Li Xianren quietly, and didn't speak for a while.

But Li Xianren guessed eight or nine points in Hua Mo's specious expression.

But for the remaining one or two points, Li Xianren dare not guess anyway.

You must know that when Hua Lu's realm was promoted, the plane lock had not yet been lifted.

For their martial practitioners, the divine realm is the last peak to climb!

But the state of loneliness has been a mystery since the retreat three years ago.

There have always been rumors in the world of martial arts that Hua Mo has already reached the Super God Realm, but it is difficult to prove it, so it can only be regarded as a joke.

But things like groundless rumors may not necessarily have a reason.

Therefore, Li Xianren has always been afraid of this Lingzong suzerain!

Seeing him this time, it was as he expected, the realm of the lord of the Spirit Sect may have already reached the realm of super gods!

Thinking of this, Li Xianren couldn't help thinking hard.

The only explanation can only be that the cultivation method of this spiritual sect is different from the ordinary martial arts cultivation method, so it is not restricted by the plane lock.

But thinking about it this way, there is another problem.

"It is reasonable to say that as long as it is the practice of this plane, it will be restricted by the plane lock, but the practice of this Spiritual Sect is excluded. Why is it at this time?"

Thinking of this, Li Xianren's heart brightened, and he suddenly realized a truth that surprised him even more.

"Could it be that people from the Spirit Sect don't belong to our plane?"

Li Xianren thought about this, and suddenly raised his head to look at the crack in the plane just now, frowned and said: "I hope that the efforts I, Hongmen, have put on Li Haotian will not be in vain. Otherwise, this plane crisis, I'm afraid it will happen again." There is no cure."

Just as Li Xianren was in deep thought, the disciples of the eight sects standing behind the disciples of the four sects saw the magical artifact suspended in mid-air not far away, and their greed suddenly arose.

In addition, the people from the four major sects were all focusing on Yu Feng and Qin Yaxuan at this time, and the people from the eight major sects took the opportunity to secretly accept the magic weapon in the plane lock space.

Clang!

I don't know which sect's disciple accidentally dropped the magic weapon on the ground, waking up everyone who was stupefied.

At this moment, disciples from the four sects suddenly discovered that there were none of the god-level instruments floating in the space of the plane lock.

"Bold! A mere sect of a small sect wants to monopolize a god-level magic weapon!! You are afraid that your life will be too long!" Elder Xuanzong sternly shouted.

Once reminded, members of the Four Great Sects immediately raised their swords and attacked the disciples of the Eight Great Sects who wanted to steal the artifact.

The energy in the sky flew around, and the shadow of the sword surged.

In the crack space of the plane, there was a sudden chaos, and the sound of killing was everywhere.

But even so, the suzerains of the various sects did not stop. Obviously, the purpose of the people from the four sects coming here is these god-level magic weapons.

Starting a fight at this time is a good way to save each other's hypocrisy and wasting each other's time!
Xuan Tianqi's cultivation level is the strongest in China's martial arts world, below the divine level. He led the disciples of Xuanzong, overwhelmed other factions, and grabbed half of the god-level magic weapons.

The number of Wu Zong's disciples was second only to Xuan Zong's. During the melee, most of them took advantage of others, and there was no serious loss.

At this time, the scuffle had just begun, and the disciples hadn't even turned their heads, only relying on the strength of their kung fu, they seized the opportunity and snatched all the god-level magic weapons from the disciples of the eight sects.

Just when the Xuanwu sects were showing their talents, the ghost sect who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke.

"This god-level magical weapon is something that has no owner. Of course, my Ghost Sect wants it!" After finishing speaking, Guisha turned her head to the Ghost Sect disciple behind her, and bowed her head to give a few words.

Then, the hundreds of ghost sect disciples who followed Guisha turned into clouds of black mist and penetrated into the bodies of the two Xuanwu sect disciples...

Ahhh...

Ghost shadows entered the body, and the pained cries of disciples of Xuanwu sect resounded throughout the tomb of Empress Shengwu.

The hundreds of god-level magic weapons that had already been acquired all became the ghost sect's spoils of war in an instant.

Seeing Gui Zong's vicious attack, Wu Sheng's face darkened suddenly: "Guisha, you can take the artifact, but don't hurt my Wu Zong disciple's life again, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Guisha turned her head to look at Wu Sheng, and said with a sneer, "Hey, since when did your Wu Zong become so easy to talk? Can you give away the magic weapon you got?"

Wu Sheng has a fierce and upright temper, so provoked by Guisha, he said in a hateful voice: "Sinister! This suzerain originally wanted to look at Lingzong's face and spare your life! But you are so ignorant, this suzerain did not kill you. Skinning and cramping is already kindness. Looking at it now, it is simply superfluous, and I don’t even look at the sword!"

After all, Wu Sheng had already raised his sword and stabbed Guisha.

Guisha raised her arms to block, black mist lingered all over her body, and in a blink of an eye she had already fought Wu Sheng.

In normal times, people from the four sects and eight sects, even if they dislike each other from the bottom of their hearts, would not strike easily, and they would all maintain superficial peace.

But at this time, in the face of hundreds of god-level magic weapons, no suzerain head can resist such temptations.

You know, the total number of magic weapons in the whole of China may not be as many as what I saw today.

Therefore, the suzerain heads of various sects could no longer sustain their usual hypocrisy, and directly robbed them!
After all, if anyone can get these hundreds of god-level magic weapons today.It also means that this face lock space, and the subsequent inheritance of skills will also be affected by the advantages accumulated on the magic weapon.

Thereby completely changing the situation of the check and balance of such forces in the Chinese Xiuwu world.

For this reason, the three disciples of Xuanzong, Wuzong, and Guizong have already stood in a group under the command of the elders of the respective sect masters.

However, Xuanzong and Wuzong were close, so the confrontation between the three sects soon became a trick for Xuanzong and Wuzong to join forces to suppress Guizong.

At this moment, Hua Mo, the patriarch of the Lingzong, unexpectedly appeared in the deepest part of the plane lock space.

I saw a Tingting woman in a long black dress, floating in the void, as if waiting for Liren to return, or as if she had experienced some terrible pain, and completely fell into despair. Don't want to wake up either.

Hua Mo turned around and ran to the woman, stretched out her hand to smooth the messy hair on the side of the woman's forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "A Li, I'm sorry, I'm late."

(End of this chapter)