Three days later, the Heavenly Palace where the Emperor of Heaven resides.

This place has long since changed. When Indra was there, the otherworldly scene had long since disappeared.

In the huge palace, Yuan Xiao stood in front of the original throne of the Heavenly Emperor, while the people around him sat on both sides.

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Below, Wuyang Wuyang is a group of representatives from various sects in the world of cultivation.

Strictly speaking, there are as many as millions of sects in the world of cultivation.

This is not without reason. When the earliest Taoist ancestors entered the path of cultivation, at the beginning, there were not many people in the sect teaching Taoism and so on.

Slowly, everyone developed new cultivation methods, and with unlimited resources, changes soon came.

Later, the monks were fighting among themselves, resurrecting the dead, and sects, large and small, sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

For example, a monk who originally belonged to a certain sect was killed for some reason.

After resurrection, he may join a new sect, or he may become stronger and establish a new sect after hibernation.

It won't die anyway, everyone is struggling so hard.

After all, it is human nature to open a sect, become the leader, and enjoy the treatment of the boss.

But for a leader and the like, while having a high position and power, the mortality rate is also high.

After death, he is resurrected, becomes an ordinary person, and starts his cultivation from scratch.

Then wait until you are strong enough, then fight back to take back what originally belongs to you.

After tens of thousands of years of hard work, I have actually become lonely.

The sect representative looked at Yuan Xiao and others on the stage, a little at a loss.

I don’t know where the monster appeared and killed the Emperor of Heaven.

Now it's good, the world of cultivation is leaderless, maybe it will return to the previous chaotic situation.

Yuan Xiao looked at the group of monks stretching their necks, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

Yuan Jingzhe was very calm: "Okay, okay, don't look around, just listen to what is said."

The Demon King's name was well known, and as soon as he opened his mouth, everyone fell silent.

"You..." Yuan Xiao thought for a while, "You must have lived for a long time."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what this meant.

"I mean," Yuan Xiao coughed, "Let's talk about your feelings of living for such a long time.

Don't worry, say it boldly, we are messengers of justice and peace from other worlds.

Don’t be afraid, everyone.”

Everyone was speechless, justice and peace were nothing!

You killed the Emperor of Heaven, you turned hundreds of thousands of monks into cannon fodder, and you are still resurrecting.

You almost destroyed a maritime continent, and your crimes are too numerous to mention.

But there are also those who are bold: "Your Majesty, what you want... is for us to talk about our feelings?"

Yuan Xiao affirmed: "Yes, we come from other worlds, and we have the ability to change the world of cultivation.

But the premise is that I need to ask you if you want to change."

He said this with hesitation, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke boldly.

"Your Majesty, this world of cultivation has been going back and forth for about ten thousand years," a monk with Taoist immortality said, "I am Lu Feiyun, the master of Feiyun Sect.

I remember that it was a coincidence that I entered Taoism.

But I can’t remember much of what happened afterwards.

During this period, he killed many people and was killed several times.

The latest memory is about three hundred years ago, when I was competing with the leader of the Nine Swords Sect, and I accidentally fell into the opponent's trick and fell."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sneer rang out, and a middle-aged man with long hair looked disdainful: "Lu Feiyun, do you still have the nerve to talk about this?

More than 450 years ago, you took advantage of my retreat to break through and killed my hatred with one sword, so what can I say?"

Lu Feiyun, the leader of the Feiyun Sect, immediately darkened his face: "I was involved in that incident, but in the end the sword was not stabbed by me, but by Shen Fei, the owner of the Duanqing Building."

"That's nonsense," another young man stepped out, "I, Shen Fei, have always acted upright and upright. When did I kill the leader of your Nine Swords Sect?

Four hundred and fifty years ago, you said that I was the one who cut that sword, where is the evidence!"

The leader of the Nine Swords Sect sneered: "Evidence? That's what I saw with my own eyes before I died."

"Very good," Shen Fei said dismissively, "You saw me, Lu Feiyun is here.

Then do you know that there are masters from Lingyun Pavilion and Red Flame Sect behind you?"

Lu Feiyun interrupted: "Brother Shen, you must have remembered wrongly, the people from Lingyun Pavilion are not here.

All the people in Lingyun Pavilion had died before that and had not yet been resurrected.

I remember it was Lingxiao Pavilion."

Shen Fei was stunned for a moment, he was a little unsure: "Anyway, it's almost the same, that's what it is.

So when you seek revenge, don’t seek out the wrong person.”

The leader of the Nine Swords Sect had a livid face: "You found the wrong person? I would rather kill someone by mistake than let go of anyone suspicious."

Lu Feiyun narrowed his eyes: "Brother Zhao, your words are a bit extreme."

Everyone could hear the conversation between several people clearly.

Various opinions also came out.

"Who can remember so clearly what happened four hundred and fifty years ago?"

"There is no evidence and such indiscriminate killing is really unbearable."

"It makes sense. How do you know if Duanqinglou and Feiyun Sect are shirking their responsibilities?"

"How come I don't know who destroyed Lingyun Pavilion four hundred and fifty years ago?"

"You actually dare to mention Lingyun Pavilion. I am the master of Lingyun Pavilion. But now that Tianlei Sect has been re-established, I remember that it was those bastards who tricked me back then."

"Look, the real master is here, and you even forgot about it."

"It's no wonder. Too many people were killed and died too many times. Who remembers who?"

"That's easy. Come on, let's hurt each other. Who's afraid of who?"

"Tsk! It sounds like you are the only one who can be resurrected."

"What's wrong? I'm afraid that you won't succeed. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll send you to resurrection."

"Okay, you dare to be so presumptuous in front of your Majesty. Come here and try. A mere Nascent Soul cultivator dares to speak arrogant words in front of my transformed spirit."

"What's wrong with the Transformation God? I remember you, the owner of Duxu Valley. The feud between the nine gates seven hundred years ago is here to understand today."

"Just do it, or in the worst case, clear it and start again."

"Hahaha, there are no monks in this world who are afraid of death!"

Unknowingly, the conversation got louder and louder, and almost all the monks jumped out, accusing each other of their hatred.

However, some things happened hundreds of years ago, and the person involved can’t remember exactly what happened at that time.

But for them, it doesn't matter if they can't remember clearly.

The worst is one more hatred.

Almost all the monks in the world of cultivation have hatred towards each other to some extent.

Some are brothers in this life, enemies in the next life, comrades like clan leaders and elders in the next life, and enemies again in the next life.

There are too many things to do, and sometimes I forget to kill the wrong one.

When Indra was there, he used thunderous means to suppress it, but no one said anything.

Now that we are looking over old accounts, everything has come up.

A large group of people had their hands on the hilt of the sword, and the entire palace hall was scanning with spiritual energy and consciousness.

Yuan Xiao rubbed his eyebrows: "Su Ye!"

Su Ye understood. She took a step forward and grabbed her right hand in the air. She didn't know what technique. All the weapons in everyone's hands flew in front of her.
Chapter completed!