The disciples of the Huang Cult have climbed up to the high platform and the surrounding seats, guiding everyone to sit. Although the people have not arrived yet, one-third of the seats have been filled. In addition to the areas reserved by major sects, the Huang Cult has specially set up a place for casual cultivators from all over the country to take a seat to watch the ceremony.
A light landed in the middle of the platform. A middle-aged woman with a weak expression appeared in a deserted sect uniform. She looked around and finally stayed in a corner where several disciples from the original Yiyuan Sect were mingling among the crowd.
Several disciples of the Yiyuan Sect were shocked at this moment. Isn’t this woman who appeared the same person as the elder Yuanliu? One of the ancestors of the Yiyuan Sect, second only to the existence of the Yuan Ancestor, and a super master at the eighth level of the soul. When various sects besieged the Yiyuan Sect, she had no news after participating in the battle. Unexpectedly, she appeared here now and was wearing clothes from the Huang Cult. What does this mean? I believe you can see it at a glance.
"Her ancestor has defected to the Huang Cult? Is my Yiyuan Sect really exhausted?" There were a few original Yiyuan Sect disciples in the crowd, and they were all disguised. When they saw Yuanliu, they felt that the future was slim. Even masters like Yuanliu had defected to the Huang Cult. Doesn't that mean that Yiyuan Sect is completely out of the blue?
Although Yiyuan Sect suffered a great disaster, after all, so many soul masters just had no news. Now that they have their information, they brought this blow! Moreover, among the disciples of Yiyuan Sect, not everyone agrees with the cooperation with the Huang Sect, and many people still oppose it in their hearts.
Despair, only despair. Careful people can find that several people in the crowd shed tears. Their own sect was destroyed and the seniors of the sect were controlled by other sects. How could they not make people cry?
If Yuan Liu really wanted to surrender to the Huang Cult, they would not believe it even if they were beaten to death. It was obvious that he was controlled by the Huang Cult.
People from other sects were also very surprised and started to discuss. These discussions naturally could not escape Yuan Liu's spiritual consciousness. She listened expressionlessly, and there was regret in her eyes.
After a moment, she calmed down. Now that things have come to this point, what's the use of regretting it again? Time will not go back, and the past cannot be repeated. The Yiyuan Sect has actually perished. Although her cultivation has reached her level, even though she has been controlled by the Huang Cult, she will not have any ideas at all. As long as she does not do anything to harm Huang Cult, Huang Cult will not do anything to him.
As a master of the Huang Sect, she wants to use this sect ceremony to seek benefits for the disciples who fled Yiyuan Sect, at least she cannot let them be chased and walk openly. At this meeting of the Huang Sect, if the disciples who fled Yiyuan Sect were willing to join the Huang Sect, the Huang Sect will naturally be very welcome.
"Everyone, welcome to participate in the ceremony of the founding of the Waste Sect. If there are original disciples of the Yiyuan Sect present in this ceremony, you can sit here." As he said that, Yuan Liu pointed his right hand and a row of seats on the right side of the center were shrouded in light. There were seats specially reserved for the Yiyuan Sect disciples.
"In this ceremony, no grudges can be fought privately, otherwise there will be no mercy! Our Huang Church provides you with a place to resolve grudges." After only two simple sentences, Yuan Liu sat in the top main seat, closing his eyes and silent.
However, no one of the former Yiyuan Sect disciples who were hiding in the crowd sat in the area marked by Yuanliu. They were afraid that they would be besieged and killed when they walked out of here.
"As I expected, in the last battle, all the masters of the soul realm of the various sects who participated in the battle should have fallen into the claws of the Wilderness Sect and were controlled by the Wilderness Sect." Hua Shenguang, Huang Gongying and others exchanged opinions. Seeing Yuanliu appear, everyone's questions had answers. At the same time, they were even more afraid of the Wilderness Sect. So many masters of the soul realm of each sect have fallen into the Wilderness Sect? Even masters like the Eighth Level of the Spirit Dividing Realm have become members of the Wilderness Sect. Now they are coming to preside over the sect ceremony. What about the others?
"The Nanming Divine Cult is here!"
With the news of the Wilderness Sect, 150 disciples of the Nanming Divine Sect came through the air, and the Nanming Divine Sect was still led by Grandma Huo.
Yuanliu stood up and his voice resounded: "The Waste Cult welcomes friends from the Nanming Divine Cult, please take your seat!"
"You are polite, please, senior!" Grandma Huo replied, but from her face, she could see that she was very surprised. The one who greeted her was Yuanliu, a master of Yiyuan Sect. She didn't ask much at this time and led the disciples of the Nanming Divine Cult to sit down.
Hua Shenguang found his former acquaintance Yang Yanqin in the crowd, and she was observing around curiously.
"I wonder if she still knows me?" Hua Shenguang thought to himself, and another notice came: "Wanjianmen arrived!"
One by one, the monks stepped on the flying sword, forming a long rainbow flying from afar. The leaders of the few people, Hua Shenguang, had not seen him for a long time, and had a relationship, which was the sword spirit who taught him "Yin Yang Birth and Death Thunder and Fire Sword".
"Friends from Wanjian Sect, please take your seat!" Yuanliu waved his hand, and a light curtain pointed out the seat of Wanjian Sect. Jian Lingzi saw Yuanliu and thought for a moment before taking his seat directly.
"I don't know how Brother Jian Qingshan is doing, why didn't he come?" Among the people of Wanjian Sect, there was no figure of Jian Qingshan, and Wanjian Sect was like the Nanming Divine Sect, and there was no master in the realm of the soul.
"There is a sect!"
"The representative of Zhongyuan City is here!"
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Sects arrived one after another, and the originally empty seats soon filled up, and the scene began to become lively.
"The Demon Chou Sect is here!"
In the distance, four masters with the ninth level of magic power, including the magic river, the magic stone, the magic rock, and the magic mountain, led thirty disciples to fly over.
"Hey, did my Demon Qiu Sect not send out a master of the Divine Soul Realm?" Hua Shenguang saw that these disciples were all ordinary disciples. Didn't he say that Demon Blood Reveal and others were coming before?
"Young Master, stop watching." Among the disciples, a person Hua Shenguang had never seen before came to me. The middle-aged man stared at Hua Shenguang from afar and smiled. Who else could it be if it wasn't the demon blood love?
"Good guy, I can't even see what kind of hidden kung fu this is." The situation of Demon Blood Love at this time seems to be at the eighth level of magic power. Hua Shenguang used the Chaos Light Eye to observe his qi, blood, magic power was only in this state.
"Jiutian is here!"
With this announcement, the space in the distance fluctuated strongly, and then a large group of people appeared directly from the space. Jiutian's appearance method is undoubtedly the coolest.
The willows on the high platform flashed in their eyes and looked into the distance. As far as they looked, there was a beautiful young woman. She was dressed in green clothes. As soon as she appeared, she gave people a feeling of being integrated with the surrounding heaven and earth, as if she was standing there, she was a beautiful scenery. No matter how she looked at it, it was so natural, and it was even more natural than any beautiful scenery.
The clothes fluttered, the green belt danced, and the fairy came!
Yuanliu greeted him and saluted respectfully: "This is probably Senior Lingyue. Senior is welcome to you. Senior is welcome, please!"
This is because of different status and different treatments. When others come, Yuanliu just waves his hand, and Lingyue comes and greets him personally, and is very respectful, so everything is spoken by strength.
Ling Yue smiled indifferently and looked at Yuanliu and said, "I know you. When you were a little kid, I went to Yiyuan Sect and the elders in your Sect said that you have good talents. What a pity, you have forgotten your ancestors now."