The Strongest System

Under the foot of the Holy Mozong Mountain, in the setting sun.

Yanhuang stood in the crowd, looking at the nine seats that were once out of reach, and did not dare to look at the holy demon. At this moment, it was close at hand. This feeling made the Yan Emperor extremely excited.

Among the ancestors, they all wanted to break the Great Yan Dynasty from the subordinates, but there was no success.

Now, his Yanhuang is about to successfully lead the Great Yan Dynasty from the once shameful attachment, which is the merits of the world.

When looking at the ancestors of the ancestors who were so arrogant, the eyes of the Emperor Yan shimmered in the eyes.

"I didn't expect the Holy Mozart to know our plot. Obviously some of us leaked it out." At this time, a whole body was covered in a black robe, and the man with a face and age was so low and hoarse. Said.

"Black ancestor, I don't know how it can be. Now we have nine ancestral gates under the foot of the Holy Mozong Mountain. Can the sacred sects still have the power to fight with us?" Not far from an old man.

The old man hooked his body, holding a crested cane made of unknown materials in his hand, and the slightly raised eyes flashed a fascinating light from time to time.

Although the Yan Emperor was the Emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty, but in front of the patriarchs of these sects, it was still very small.

The nine major sects of the sects and the sects of the sects and the sects have been smothered, but they have already reached an agreement, but now they have reached an agreement to jointly attack the sacred sect. As for the future, it is natural to wait until this matter is over.

When they learned that the sacred ancestors got the ancient blood from an ancient ruins, they already had an idea.

God's blood, the strange things in the heavens and the earth, is the essence of the ancient strong.

The realm of the big heavens is not eternal, not the end. They all want to get the blood of the gods, from which they can see the prosperity of the ancient times and see through everything that the ancients could not understand.

The strength of each round of each sect can't be confronted with the sacred demon. The sacred ancestors long ago, the prestige of the world, no one dares to compare.

Now, for the blood of the gods, the various units are united. As for the separation of the blood of God, how to divide it is also a matter of the future.

"Take the sacred sects..." The sects of the sects looked coldly at the front, and then the sleeves waved, and the disciples of the fascinating realm brought all the volleys to the holy sects not far away.

Holy demon.

The outside disciple who was ready to leave but could not leave, looked at the dark black clouds in the distance and kept giving up.

This time they did not think that they could survive, and they will all die in this battle.

Lin Fan felt that the weather was coming from afar. It was also a dignified face. This time, I am afraid it is really dangerous.

Soon, Lin Fan looked up and saw a black-painted figure floating in the sky.

"The sacred ancestor, if you don't want to destroy the sect, you will surrender the blood of the gods." At this time, the black robes stood up. For this sacred ancestor, he really did not dare to fight alone with each other. Not as good as the other party.

But now it is different. The nine main sects come out, and some people can't make their opponents. Although the sacred ancestors are powerful, but this is what it is.

When the outside disciples faced these enemies who could crush them by their imposing manner, they did not have the power to resist.

Lin Fan stood in the crowd and looked at the scene in front of him. His heart was also very tense.

The first day of the big heaven.

The second level of the big heaven.

The third step of the big heaven.

....

The sects of these nine sects, although single-rounded, are much weaker than the sacred sects, but they are more powerful and old monsters, and their natural heritage is very strong.

If you hand in hand, I am afraid that you can live to kill the lord.

In the ninth peak, a group of people flew in the air.

The elders led the elders of the Holy Mozong to the front of Lin Fan and others, and looked directly at the lords of the nine sects.

"Black ancestor, Bihai Laojiao, Qiankun lord..." The sacred ancestors looked at the nine patriarchs in front of them, and then they stayed on the Yanhuang.

"You actually betrayed the Holy Devils." The old ancestors looked at the Yan Emperor.

"The sacred ancestor, my Da Yan dynasty attached to the Holy Mozambique for thousands of years, this is unbearable for any dynasty, so this is not a betrayal, but a change." Yanhuang said.

"Hand over the blood of the gods, or step on the holy demon." said the nine main patriarchs.

This time they are bound to win, although the Holy Mozong is strong, but now it is not enough.

"My holy demon, passed down for 10,000 years, never bowed to any power, even if it is destroyed today, you have to pay a painful price. The holy demon disciple listens to the order and swears to guard the sect." Said coldly.

"Swear to guard the sect."

"Swear to guard the sect."

....

The inner disciples are very war-torn, even if today is a mortal ending, they must also go to the end with the sect.

"I don't want to die, I beg you to let me go." And at this time, a foreign disciple, even crawling and crying.

He really didn't want to die. This time, the nine sects attacked the holy sect, and it was simply ten dead.

"Li Shidi, what are you doing? Are you still a disciple of the Holy Devil?" At this time, some disciples saw the scene in front of them, and they were also angry.

They did not expect that there would be outside disciples, and they even volunteered for mercy. This is simply the face of the Holy Devil.

Lin Fan stood in the crowd and looked at everything in front of him. He also sighed. This situation cannot be stopped.

No one wants to die, but now this is not a question of wanting to die, but a problem of people. ,

I am evasive, greedy and fearful of death, how to stand up to my own martial arts.

Weak, incompetent, afraid of death.

Lin Fan will never look down on anyone, because anyone has a place worthy of respect, but this kind of person, Lin Fan scorns from the heart.

"Oh...." The nine sects who saw this scene also laughed.

"The sacred ancestors, these are your disciples, too, let me see, what the sacred ancestors will make the sacred religions look like." Bihai Laojiao looks kind, but the voice contains Can't say no disdain.

"The disciples of the Holy Mozong, if anyone doesn't want to die, just climb over to me now. I can be the master of the blue sea. Here, the nine masters can accept you as disciples, otherwise they will die with your holy ancestors. Let's go."

"I only give you ten minutes."

"So you can start."

....

The words of Bihai Laojiao have raised hopes for many disciples of the Holy Mozong.

"Bihai old man, you can't help me to confuse my holy disciple." An elder said indignantly.

"There are still seven interest rates."

....

At this moment, the disciples in the Holy Mozong are also uneasy, some whispering, and some facing each other.

At this moment their hearts began to shake.

They know that under the siege of the Nine Zongmen, there is no hope, but now the blue sea old gave them a glimmer of hope, and this is the last hope of survival.

Lin Fan looked at the whispers of the disciples, and he understood that the Holy Procter is really dead, and there is no hope.

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