Chapter 367 In order to become stronger
Everyone was unable to refute Dugu Changkong's words and were speechless.
yes!
With Dugu Changkong's ability, if he really determined to seize resources or kill people, there would be no peace in the major holy places.
"I am willing to drink this cup of tea for the Holy Master."
A core elder of Penglai Villa stood up and expressed his attitude.
The Holy Lord symbolizes the face and dignity of a force and cannot be trapped on Tingdao Mountain.
"You don't have the qualifications."
A mere elder in the late Mahayana period couldn't stand Dugu Changkong's eyes at all.
The elder blushed, angry and helpless. In the eyes of the world, he is a Mahayana monk, aloof and untouchable. But in the eyes of beings like Dugu Changkong, they are not worth mentioning.
"I have admired fellow Taoist Dugu for many years, but I have never had the opportunity to make tea and discuss Taoism. Taking this opportunity today, I would like to ask for a cup of tea. Is it okay?" At
this moment, a hoarse voice came from a distance. Not long after, an old man in cloth clothes appeared. He had white hair and yellow skin, and his face was full of wrinkles. He looked very old.
"Uncle Master."
Holy Lord Penglai saluted quickly.
"Ancestor."
The elders were startled and bowed.
The visitor is a Supreme Patriarch from Penglai Villa, with a very high status.
"Okay."
Dugu Changkong pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.
Seeing that Penglai Villa had no intention of defaulting on its debt and was willing to handle the matter properly, Dugu Changkong could give in. After all, you can be strong, but you cannot push others to a dead end.
"Thank you."
Penglai Patriarch said with his fists clasped.
Afterwards, Penglai Patriarch set foot on Tingdao Mountain without hesitation.
Under the gaze of everyone, Penglai Ancestor was walking on flat ground at first, but then his pace became slower and slower. Half an hour later, Penglai Ancestor was trapped somewhere in Tingdao Mountain, with dozens of ancient Dao patterns appearing on his body.
Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts trembled.
People in the world don't understand what kind of power Heingdao Mountain has, and it can trap a powerful person with the strength to reach the sky.
"It turns out... it's such a power of will."
Somewhere on the mountain, Penglai Ancestor experienced it personally and understood everything.
He did not resist the law power of Tingdao Mountain, and his consciousness went to a mysterious space, where he saw the real scene of the Demonic Abyss and everything Qingzong had done for countless years.
The seal of Moyuan is about to completely collapse, and it will be impossible to rely on a Qingzong in the future.
Dugu Changkong not only wants to restore the sect's face, but also changes some people's concepts and makes them truly aware of the horror of the Demonic Abyss.
Three hundred thousand years ago, all the major sects in the empire signed an agreement, and those sages were willing to die. It is precisely because they have seen the horror of the Demonic Abyss and know how serious the consequences are.
In today's world, although every sect has records of the Demonic Abyss, they have never experienced it personally.
In the eyes of many people, the declining Qingzong can defend the Demonic Abyss, and it is definitely not a major event that will destroy the world, so there is no need to worry too much.
Therefore, some holy places even moved to uproot the Qingzong, and they would have the opportunity to re-sign the contract and suppress the Demon Abyss together.
As everyone knows, the reason why the sages of the Qing Sect can guard the Demonic Abyss is because of the inheritance and the sealing formation. Once the formation is broken, even if a group of powerful Shenqiao take action, it will be impossible to seal the Demonic Abyss again.
After 300,000 years, Mo Yuan's power is much stronger than it was back then.
In addition, the strong men in today's era are far inferior to the group back then.
"The road ahead is difficult, and this is all I can do."
Dugu Changkong turned his attention to Chen Qingyuan, and the future matters could only be left to the next generation. He definitely can't see what the future holds.
The monks in Penglai Holy Land looked heavy and were completely embarrassed.
"Let's go."
Holy Lord Penglai led a group of elders and retreated to the chariot. Originally, he planned to fall out with Qingzong directly and walk away.
However, Penglai Ancestor sees far, and it doesn't matter if he goes up the mountain voluntarily and loses face.
The talent shown by Chen Qingyuan is too terrifying. If it is not eliminated, Qingzong will surely regain its prosperity in the future and even reach a higher level. In such a situation, the Penglai ancestor did not dare to gamble.
It's just embarrassing, no big deal. If Penglai Holy Land falls into the crisis of annihilating the sect, then it will be a real regret.
"Everyone, how do you choose?"
Dugu Changkong's voice came leisurely.
The senior officials of other sects were all silent.
I thought that Chen Qingyuan's foundation was sealed and that his peers could easily defeat him, but the result was unexpected.
If the juniors are allowed to fight against Chen Qingyuan, they won't have much chance of winning.
If you don't fight and are unwilling to climb the mountain, there is only one way to go.
If you completely break up with Qingzong and try to resolve the grudges in the future, there will be casualties.
"I want to try."
Suddenly, a young man broke the dull atmosphere.
Everyone followed the sound and saw a young man in a green shirt holding a three-foot sword in his hand.
"What are you doing here? Back off."
The Holy Master of the Dongli Sword Sect scolded.
"Master, I want to fight Chen Qingyuan."
The person coming is Dongli Jianzi, whose name is Jiang Xun.
The top monster in the imperial state had participated in the Hundred Meridians Feast and was very powerful.
"The strength between you and Su Xingyun is not much different. You are no match for Chen Qingyuan."
The sword master secretly transmitted the message.
"Disciple knows, but if a sword cultivator is afraid of powerful enemies, how can he have a clear mind."
During the Baimai Feast, Jiang Xun discovered the sword of his ancestors, but unfortunately he was unable to bring it back. He reported this matter to the senior management of the Holy Land, which attracted great attention.
Unfortunately, the Dongli Sword Sect tried various methods but failed to obtain the sword of their ancestors, so they had to give up.
"Why bother if you still fight when you know you will lose?"
Dongli Sword Master sighed softly and said through the message.
"In order to become stronger."
Jiang Xun did not use the secret technique to transmit sound, but spoke bluntly so that everyone could hear clearly.
"This is not a discussion, but a matter of cause and effect between our sect and the Qing Sect. If you lose, the Dongli Sword Sect must make a choice without delay." Until now
, the top management of the Dongli Sword Sect has still not negotiated a result. .
Some people think that it doesn't matter if they fall out with Qingzong. Anyway, Dugu Changkong doesn't have many years to live, so he can just keep putting it off. Some people feel that Qingzong deserves respect for his belief in guarding the Demonic Abyss and should not be bullied again.
In short, most of the forces want to drag it out, and it is difficult to make a decision in a short period of time. When Dugu Changkong dies of old age, everything will be easier.
"Master, our ancestors made mistakes, do you want to make them again and again?"
Jiang Xun, as a swordsman, can participate in high-level discussions. When he heard the cruel remarks of some elders, he was very angry and mustered up the courage to come. He would rather be punished than speak his mind.
"Presumptuous!"
In front of the world's heroes, the Dongli Sword Master was questioned by his disciple. He lost face and shouted loudly with his face ashen.