Ancient Martial God

"Your Excellency, your apprentice killed people in our Sacred Land of Swords for no reason. Should you give our Sacred Land of Swords an explanation for this matter? Although you are a soul cultivator, our Sacred Land of Swords is not a place that anyone can trample on at will..." Chapter 1 The three peak masters said in a deep voice.

If the first peak master hadn't gone out and the second peak master was seriously injured and in retreat, the four peak masters would have suppressed them together, even the soul cultivators would have been able to contend with them.

"My disciple never kills people at will. If she kills someone, it will be someone else who provokes her first, or someone who wants to hurt someone she values." Yun Tianzun said indifferently.

"What do you mean, Your Excellency? Do you mean that all this is the fault of our Sword Holy Land?" The third peak master's face became gloomy. If Yun Tianzun was not a soul cultivator, he would not bother to talk to Yun Tianzun. Stop talking nonsense.

"Only you know whether it is the fault of the Holy Land of Swordsmen. Anyway, I don't want to talk nonsense. I just want to say, if I hadn't taken care of my disciple, do you think the two of you could really resist my invasion just now?" Yun Tianzun He glanced at the third peak master lightly.

Upon hearing these words, the expressions of the Third Peak Master and the Fourth Peak Master suddenly changed. Yun Tianzun's words were tantamount to threatening them in disguise.

Forget it if someone else threatens you, a soul cultivator's threat...

The two of them really didn't dare to ignore it.

Although Yun Tianzun's tone sounded very uncomfortable to them, they had to admit that what Yun Tianzun said was indeed reasonable.

If Honglian really dies here, then Yun Tianzun will have no restrictions. An unlimited soul cultivator will be a very big threat to the Sword Holy Land.

The third peak master and the fourth peak master's cheeks twitched frequently. At this moment, they were already riding a tiger, and their throats were stuck by Yun Tianzun. This feeling was really uncomfortable.

"Two peak masters, we took the people away."

The gray-robed ancestor snorted, took Xiao Yun and Honglian, and flew directly into the air. The white-haired ancestor followed closely behind.

At this time, Elder Luo's body suddenly shook, and his expression returned to its original state, and then he showed a confused look, because he remembered that he seemed to have lost consciousness just now...

The third and fourth peak masters did not pursue them, but watched the gray-robed ancestor and others leave, their faces becoming increasingly gloomy.

Today, the Holy Land of Swordsmen has been completely disgraced, being bullied into this by a declining saint clan...

"Sooner or later, our Sacred Sword Land will avenge this revenge..." the Third Peak Master said coldly.

"Saint clan..."

The face of the fourth peak master was extremely gloomy.

As for Xuan Youyue's face, she didn't look very good either. She was the daughter of the owner of Ji Kong Island. No one had ever dared to bully her, but today she was bullied.

She decided to send someone to find her father and say that his precious daughter was being bullied.

At this time, the Fourth Peak Master remembered something and suddenly stared at Elder Luo. Elder Luo's face was extremely pale when he was stared at.

"Peak...peak master..."

Elder Luo said tremblingly: "I was wrong, I will strictly discipline my subordinates..."

At this time, Elder Luo hated Archdeacon Liu Yue. If it hadn't been for him, how could things have gotten into such a mess?

"Come here, take all Elder Luo and his family from the Internal Affairs Hall and put them in a dark cell, waiting for the punishment hall to come to trial. Everything must be done strictly. Check whether what they have done over the years is in compliance with the rules." The Fourth Peak Master said coldly.

"yes!"

The master of the execution hall responded quickly.

Upon hearing these words, Elder Luo's face turned extremely pale, his legs softened, and he fell to the ground. He was finished.

Not only him, but also Archdeacon Liu Yue is dead. They have enriched their own pockets over the years, and they have secretly taken many things. As long as they look carefully, they can easily find out.

At that time, if all the crimes are added up, they will have their cultivation level abolished and then be expelled from the Sacred Land of Swords.

Liu Yuegang, who was seriously injured, struggled to get up. After hearing these words, he fell to the ground on the spot. He was stunned and could no longer think...

As for Yuan Hao, he was hiding at the back. He stood behind Xuan Youyue without saying a word, his face extremely gloomy. Looking at his broken arm, his heart was filled with resentment and hatred.

Xiao Yun...

red lotus……

Our feud is not over yet, just wait...

Yuan Hao knew Xuan Youyue's character very well. She had never suffered a loss before. If she suffered a loss this time, she would definitely get it back. Then she would definitely take revenge on Xiao Yun, and the saints behind Xiao Yun would not have an easy time either.

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The gray-robed ancestor led Xiao Yun and Hong Lian, while the white-haired ancestor protected them from behind. The four of them walked through the air and left the Sword Sacred Land directly.

The Supreme Saint can cross it, who dares to stop it?

No one in the Sword Sacred Land dares to stop the Supreme Saint, unless he wants to die.

Soon, a group of people came to the outside of the Sacred Land of Swords, and there was already a cloud boat of the Saint Race parked here. The Lord of the Southern Meridian was standing on the bow of the boat, looking forward to seeing the two gray-robed ancestors. Xiao Yun brought it back, and the worry on his face slowly relaxed.

"Two ancestors!" The master of Nanmai saluted quickly.

"Okay, no need to be polite. Now release the Yunzhou speed to the fastest speed, and then immediately notify the main line to prepare. All the senior leaders and top personnel of the fourth line will shrink back to Dongtian City." The gray-robed ancestor put down Xiao Yun. After meeting Hong Lian, he said in a deep voice to the Master of the Southern Meridian.

Hearing these words, the Nanmai Master was startled.

You must know that Dongtian City is the largest city of the Saint Clan, and it is also the place where the Main Line and the East Line are entrenched. It is the most important main city of the Saint Clan, and almost all power is concentrated in Dongtian City.

The senior management and top personnel of the Four Meridians all shrank back to Dongtian City. This was an approach that would only be chosen during a war.

"Our Saints have offended the Holy Land of Swords. The Holy Land of Swords will definitely not give up when the time comes and will definitely take action against our Saints. We don't know exactly what they are going to do. We are reducing the number of people now to plan for the future. "

The gray-robed ancestor said: "Don't waste time, go quickly."

The leader of Nanmai quickly asked someone to start the Yunzhou and increase its speed to the fastest speed. At the same time, he used the communication formation on the Yunzhou to send a message to the clan leader.

When the Southern Vein Master went to deal with the affairs, the gray-robed ancestor slowly turned his head and looked at Xiao Yun, "Tell me, ancestor, what is the relationship between that soul cultivator and you?"

It was previously speculated that the soul cultivator might be helping Xiao Yun and the Saints because of Hong Lian's relationship, but just now the gray-robed ancestor noticed something was wrong.

If Honglian is a disciple of Hunxiu, shouldn't Hunxiu follow Honglian?

Why follow Xiao Yun?

You know, when he was in the Saint Clan, Honglian was not in the Saint Clan, but in the Sword Holy Land.

"She is my senior sister." Xiao Yun said truthfully.

"You are also a disciple of His Excellency Hun Xiu..."

The gray-robed ancestor was stunned, and then he couldn't help but pat his head. Why didn't he think of this relationship?

The soul cultivator did not say that he only had one disciple, but following Xiao Yun, it was obvious that Xiao Yun was also a disciple, and he was probably the most favored disciple.

Although the white-haired ancestor did not speak, he was quite excited at the moment. He did not expect that there would be a soul cultivator behind Xiao Yun.

This is a good thing for the Saint Clan.

The existence of a soul cultivator will frighten the Holy Land of Swords, at least the Holy Land of Swords will not dare to openly deal with the saints.

"Xiao Yun, where is that soul cultivator..." The gray-robed ancestor hesitated for a moment and then asked.

"Yes, but resting. Don't worry, two ancestors, he will stay with our Saint Clan, and he will definitely take action when necessary." Xiao Yun said.

Hearing these words, the two gray-robed ancestors let out a sigh of relief. If the saint clan had a soul cultivator to help them, their pressure would undoubtedly be much less.

After all, although the two gray-robed ancestors are extremely holy and powerful, they are under great pressure. After all, the current Saint Race is not the Saint Race eighteen years ago.

If it had been eighteen years ago, how would the Saints be afraid of the Sacred Land of Swords?

"Two Ancestors, I have brought trouble to the Saint Clan..." Xiao Yun said with some guilt.

"What are you talking about? You are a descendant of my Holy Clan. To bully you with that sacred sword is to deceive my Holy Clan. How can I, a descendant of the Holy Clan, let others dominate me at will? What's more, You are not wrong in this matter." The gray-robed ancestor patted Xiao Yun's shoulder.

"You are also tired, go and rest first. You don't need to worry about the Sword Holy Land. Just leave it to us. All you have to do is practice and improve, and don't think too much." The white-haired ancestor said with a smile.

Xiao Yun nodded and was about to speak to Honglian when he saw that she had already looked over, her beautiful eyes filled with intense heat.

To others, Honglian was as cold as a thousand-year ice cellar, but to Xiao Yun it was the complete opposite.