Longevity

When the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect heard the call, they returned to the cliff one after another, whether it was strong or weak in martial arts.

After returning to the main altar, I know what happened.

Some thought about chasing down the Six Paths of Demon Sect, some thought about dealing with Shenwu Mansion, and still others were going to clean up the mess.

More than a hundred dead masters of the Tianhai Sword Sect were sent back to Haitianya and sent to the training ground in front of the main hall of Haitianya.

The martial arts field is a circular field with a diameter of 200 meters, and nearly a thousand disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect have gathered.

All of them looked solemn, with anger in their solemnity, faintly suppressing their anger, and staring at the red sandalwood coffins.

Ten rows horizontally and twelve rows vertically, a total of 120 coffins, neatly arranged, constituted a strong impact.

In each of the red sandalwood coffins lies a master of the Tianhai Sword Sect. The expressions of each master are similar, they are all depressed and angry, unwilling and helpless.

Thousands of Tianhai Sword Sect disciples gritted their teeth, eager to rush out immediately, kill the Six Paths of the Demon Sect, and kill the Shenwu Mansion.

Anger and hatred build up in their hearts.

They remained silent, and the handsome middle-aged Zhao Qianjun, who was standing at the front of the crowd, was also silent.

The cold eyes swept across every coffin, every dead Tianhai Sword Sect disciple, and swept across their faces, as if to see clearly the expressions of each of them, and the thoughts of each of them on their deathbed.

His crown-like face was slightly distorted, and his eyes became colder and colder.

The atmosphere on the training ground seemed to freeze.

Zhao Qianjun's eyes suddenly became wet, and tears suddenly poured out, and a string of tears slid across his crown-like face and fell to the white jade ground.

A beautiful woman standing behind him gently took his hand and squeezed it hard, signaling him to hold back.

Zhao Qianjun gritted his teeth, looked up at the sky, and poured back tears into his eyes, so that the tears would not flow out again.

The beautiful woman looked at him with pity.

Zhao Qianjun lowered his head and forcefully pulled the corner of his mouth at her, his eyes fell on the dead Tianhai Sword Sect masters again.

Then he glanced at the people around him.

Everyone looked at their dead classmates in a low voice.

There are good classmates who are familiar with them, as well as classmates who have had awkward conflicts. They are all geniuses with amazing aptitude.

Originally had a bright future, but now lies in a coffin, and will be buried in the ground soon.

This gave them an inexplicable melancholy and heaviness, as if they would end up like this one day.

Zhao Qianjun's voice was dry, and he said slowly: "It's the incompetence of this seat that made all the disciples die heroically!"

His voice suddenly rose, and he shouted: "Although they are dead, the heroic spirits are still there, and they will definitely protect us in the sky and protect our Tianhai Sword Sect!"

He glared angrily, his face grim: "They are gone, but we still have countless disciples in the Tianhai Sword Sect. With us, the Tianhai Sword Sect will not be destroyed. Not only will we not be destroyed, but we will be even stronger!"

The crowd cheered.

Zhao Qianjun said in a deep voice: "Our Tianhai Sword Sect will never let them sacrifice in vain, this revenge must be avenged!"

"Vengeance!" Someone shouted along with him.

Immediately, there was a continuous roar.

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

"revenge-!"

…

The roars came one after another, and the low and depressed atmosphere turned into scorching heat and blood, and all of them were boiling with enthusiasm. They could not wait to rush down Haitian Cliff and rush to Mozong Liudao and Shenwu Mansion to avenge the same sect.

Don't hesitate to even die.

Zhao Qianjun looked at them with satisfaction, his eyes were bright, and his face like a crown of jade was full of excitement and madness: "Da Gan Zongzong, only I am the first in the Tianhai Sword Sect, no one can match!"

"No. 1 in the world, no one can match!"

"No. 1 in the world, no one can match!"

…

The crowd shouted again.

Fa Kong stood on the opposite mountain, looked at the giant sword slowly condensing above Haitian Cliff, shook his head and closed his eyes.

The giant sword above Haitian Cliff slowly dissipated.

Fakong opened his eyes, his eyes fell on the training ground of Haitianya, his hands were sealed, and his mouth began to murmur.

There were whispers in the ears of the people who were roaring, and they couldn't help but stunned, but when they listened carefully, it seemed like they were chanting sutras.

Everyone hurriedly turned their heads and looked around, trying to find the person who made the sound. At this time, chanting the scriptures interrupted their boiling blood, which was really disappointing.

Looked and looked, but found nothing.

Someone shouted, "Who—?"

"come out!"

"Sneaky, not showing up yet!"

The sound of chanting was still lingering in their minds, and every word was so clear that they could even remember it.

They couldn't help but concentrate on memorizing and thinking about what scriptures were, as if they really understood Buddhist scriptures and Dharma.

"This is the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra!" someone shouted in a low voice.

Everyone turned their heads to look, but it was a middle-aged man who was looking around with a solemn expression.

"Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra..." People fell into thought.

Judging from Uncle Zhou's appearance, this Ksitigarbha Dakine Mantra should be well-known, and he should know it as well, right?

Zhao Qianjun was refreshed and said, "Master Fakong, why don't you show up and see?"

The beautiful woman beside him whispered, "Master Fakung of King Kong Temple?"

Zhao Qianjun nodded.

Several old men beside him looked solemn, their eyes burning, and looked at the one hundred and twenty red sandalwood coffins.

The young people in these coffins are the pillars of the Heavenly Sea Divine Sword, the foundation, and their direct disciples.

The death of these disciples made them extremely sad and angry.

They also thought about asking Fakong to resurrect these disciples, but they knew in their hearts that Fakong could not agree.

Even if the strongest person in Qinggong is dispatched, he will arrive at Shenjing as soon as possible to see Fakong, and Fakong will definitely avoid it.

Fakong was a disciple of Daxueshan, and he would only be happy to see how the elite disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect died and could be rescued.

The Tianhai Sword Sect and Daxueshan have already had filth and conflict, and I can't wait to see that the strength of the Tianhai Sword Sect is greatly reduced.

What's more, it was Fakong's attendant Lin Feiyang who killed them. It was tantamount to killing them with his own hands, and it was even more impossible to save them.

It is very likely that Lin Feiyang did it on Fakong's orders.

At this time, when they heard the sound of Fa Kong's chanting, they suddenly shuddered, and hope surged up in a state of despair and grief, as if they had traveled from **** to heaven.

Fa Kong's chanting continued.

Some people couldn't hold back and jumped to the top of the surrounding halls, looking around, trying to find Fakong.

It is impossible to follow the sound to find someone, and the sound of Fa Kong's chanting lingered in their minds, and they couldn't tell which direction it came from.

Only by eye search.

Kefakong is located on another mountain, separated by a bamboo forest, and it is impossible to find it.

"Look! Look! Look!"

"what!"

"Wake up, wake up!"

…

The sound of exclamation suddenly sounded, and people found that the corpse in the coffin began to move, slowly sat up, and looked around blankly.

The corpses slowly sat up, holding the mouth of the red sandalwood coffin, their eyes blank and puzzled.

The people around were starting to get excited.

Back from the dead!

The Ksitigarbha dakini mantra of monk Fakong can really bring people back from the dead!

seeing is believing.

The resurrected person felt that his vitality and strength were recovering little by little, so he slowly got up and stepped out of the coffin, standing upright.

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One hundred and twenty young masters stood together, causing Zhao Qianjun's eyes to light up, and his excitement was hard to contain.

No matter how heroic it is, the death of one hundred and twenty elite masters is a huge loss to the Tianhai Sword Sect.

Now that he has gained and lost, there is only ecstasy in his heart.

The sound of Fa Kong's chanting disappeared from everyone's minds. He smiled and stood on the top of the peak, looking at the situation opposite, feeling his confidence soaring.

The scope of Xiaoxitian Paradise on this side has increased fourfold, and the control of Xiaoxitian Paradise has become more and more comfortable.

He could clearly feel the hostility and friendliness of everyone in the entire Haitianya to him. These complex 120 young masters were full of friendliness and respect for him.

He smiled even more: This is one hundred and twenty seeds!

With these one hundred and twenty seeds, the Tianhai Sword Party will undergo inexplicable changes.

He even has the opportunity to manipulate the Tianhai Sword Sect, and it is a very secret manipulation.

After the Ksitigarbha dakini mantra is cast, the cursed person will unconsciously respect the person who casts the curse, just like reborn parents.

It's natural and people don't doubt it.

After all, no matter how ruthless people are, they will be grateful to those who save their lives and want to repay.

These 120 young masters have a promising future, and they will definitely be the pillars of the Tianhai Sword Sect in the future.

Although they only have sixty years of life.

For ordinary people, sixty years of life will make them miserable and hopeless, but for those who have died once, sixty years of life will make them cherish life more and achieve greater achievements.

And it is certain that only sixty years of lifespan will make their mood change inexplicably, making them more determined and firm.

This makes it easier to break through to the Grand Master.

Naturally, he is the backbone of the Tianhai Sword Sect.

And only 60 years of Shouyuan will make the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect more sympathetic to them and more friendly to them.

After all, they sacrificed for the Tianhai Sword Sect, and they only had sixty years of life.

In short, these 120 people are very useful, they can have a huge influence, and even if they speak their own words, they will unknowingly obey.

As long as I pass my own instructions to myself, pass them on in my sleep, and implant them in their hearts, they will obey them unconsciously, and neither myself nor the people around me can clearly recognize this.

This is the deepest secret~www.readwn.com~ I will never spread it out, nor will anyone know it.

Even Xu Qingluo and Faning wouldn't say it.

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Haitianya was beaming with joy, one hundred and twenty red sandalwood coffins had been removed, and people were talking to them on the huge training ground.

Everyone thus knew what had happened, and immediately scolded Zhu Ni and Lin Feiyang.

"Master, I think the most important thing is to get rid of Zhu Ni!"

"Yes, get rid of Juni!"

"The threat of this Juni is too great!"

"How to get rid of her?"

"Assassination!"

"I'm afraid it will be difficult. She is accompanied by Lin Feiyang. Lin Feiyang is a big expert in assassination."

"Humph, Lin Feiyang is only one person, how many of us are there?!"

"It makes sense, kill Zhu Ni at all costs!"

There were more than 100 people who had lost their martial arts skills on the training ground. All of them had lost their cultivation, but Yu Wei was still there, standing at the front, next to the head Zhao Qianjun.

They hated Zhu Ni so much that they first abolished their martial arts, and then seriously injured 120 people.

Zhu Ni and Lin Feiyang can even step on the Haitian Cliff!