Chapter 358 The incident in the Demon Abyss spreads to all walks of life

  Qingzong always sticks to his faith for the sake of the overall situation.

  The more concessions were made, the more the sects in the empire became intensified.

  About 100,000 years ago, Qingzong was forced to move out of the imperial state, and his whereabouts are unknown.

  Even so, whenever the seal of the Demon Abyss becomes unstable, strong men from the Qing Sect will still appear and sacrifice their lives to strengthen the seal and protect the peace of the world.

  If the major holy places in the imperial state had persisted and advanced and retreated together with Qingzong, Moyuan would definitely not be able to develop today.

  It's a pity that there is no if, the fact has been determined.

  When Liu Nansheng roughly narrated this past, countless people were shocked and unbelievable.

  "Is there really such a thing?"

  "In history, there have indeed been incidents of monsters causing trouble in the world. They lasted for a short time and did not cause widespread damage." "If

  this is really the case, wouldn't Qingzong be too stupid?"

  " For the sake of the sect of all people in the world, you actually say that you are stupid? If you have the guts, say it again and give it a try." "That

  's not what I meant, I just think it's unrealistic."

  "Don't question others about things you can't do."

  "Everyone. The Holy Master of the Fang faction did not refute, I am afraid that this matter is not false. In this way, everyone in the world is at peace because of Qingzong's persistence. Such a kindness, what can I give in return?" There

  was an uproar and noise in the surrounding stars. The sound kept coming.

  Most people are extremely skeptical and do not believe that there is such a sect in the world and a group of people who are willing to die.

  This is the case with ignorant people. What they cannot do themselves, they think that others cannot do it either. What's more, they may feel that those deeds are all fake, or just pretentious for the sake of fame.

  As everyone knows, others can even sacrifice their lives to guard the Demonic Abyss, so there is no need for vain fame and honor.

  There are countless idiots in the world.

  Qingzong ruins, the front hall.

  Liu Nansheng glanced at the heroes and said to the holy masters: "Do you have anything to add?"

  Everyone was silent.

  This kind of scandal has brought disgrace to all major holy places. Not only were outsiders reviled, but many disciples within the sect felt ashamed and did not dare to raise their heads.

  There are still many secrets in it that Liu Nansheng doesn't know.

  Of course, those secrets are definitely not a good thing, and it is impossible for the holy masters of various sects to tell them.

  Fifty thousand years ago, a terrifying demonic head went to the Eastern Land and killed countless creatures with great cruelty. Later, the Buddhist monks worked together to suppress it, and it was not until recently that they were completely wiped out.

  This demon came from the Demon Abyss of Dizhou.

  The seal was loosened and the devil took the opportunity to escape, causing countless tragedies.

  Fortunately, the strong men of Qingzong stabilized the seal behind them, so no bigger trouble was caused.

  Just one demon has allowed Buddhism to suppress it for fifty thousand years. Once the seal is really broken, the consequences will be disastrous.

  "What happened in the past was all done by our ancestors. You can't let me take the responsibility!"

  A certain Holy Lord broke the silence and said.

  The monks from all sects have this idea, including most of the spectators.

  "Don't you enjoy what your ancestors left behind? The resources you use are stained with the blood of the sages of the Qing Sect. Your cultivation path is so smooth, it is paved with countless bones of the Qing Sect."

  Liu Nansheng said loudly.

  Immediately, the Holy Lord shut his mouth, unable to refute.

  "You have been overshadowed by your ancestors, but you are unwilling to take the corresponding responsibility when something happens. It is really ridiculous."

  Liu Nansheng is not afraid of the heroes of the empire. He will say whatever he wants without shying away.

  If these words came from Dugu Changkong's mouth, there must be many villains who would speculate and think that they are exaggerated. However, these words came from Liu Nansheng, which is relatively objective and difficult to question.

  In addition, the saint masters of each sect were rendered speechless, which indirectly showed that what Liu Nansheng told was definitely not false.

  "It saves me a lot of trouble."

  On the high platform in the front hall, Dugu Changkong watched this scene without changing his expression and said secretly.

  Liu Nansheng seemed to be a sharp knife, directly cutting through the fig leaf of the Imperial Saint Sect, exposing it to the world.

  Everyone could see that Liu Nansheng was showing his favor to Qingzong.

  "What our ancestors did has become a thing of the past. We are here today just to resolve this matter."

  The Holy Master of the Xuanji Sect clasped his fists and said with a solemn look on his face.

  "How do you plan to solve it?"

  Liu Nansheng asked indifferently.

  "I don't need to worry about Holy Lord Liu."

  Holy Lord Xuanji said coldly.

  Liu Nansheng kept fanning the flames, which made the saint masters of various sects passive and suffered great loss of face.

  "The old grudges of cause and effect have been involved for hundreds of thousands of years. You don't think that you can solve the problem by just spending some resources!" Liu Nansheng wanted to speak, but who could stop him: "From my perspective, you really have Sincerity, it is better to go to the Demon Abyss together to atone for the sins of the world and the ancestors."

  The faces of the saints were ashen and they wanted to sew Liu Nansheng's mouth shut.

  After cultivating to the top of the world, no one is willing to die.

  "Why don't you speak?"

  After a long time, the front hall was quiet, and Liu Nansheng asked pretending to be puzzled.

  "How to resolve this matter is up to us and Qingzong to discuss, and has nothing to do with Lihua Palace." The

  Holy Master of Shanglingguan said coldly.

  "Too."

  Liu Nansheng nodded slightly and moved his eyes to Dugu Changkong on the high platform, as if to say that he had tried his best.

  Dugu Changkong smiled at Liu Nansheng and expressed his gratitude.

  "You have come all the way, so you must be sincere. In that case, would you like to go up to the mountain to drink tea and talk slowly?"

  With that said, Dugu Changkong jumped up and came to an isolated mountain on the left side of the front hall.

  This mountain is about 7,000 meters high, and many corners of the mountain have left traces of time.

  Tingdao Mountain, the place where Qingzong preached.

  Every few years, the elders of the Qing Sect would lecture on scriptures and preaching in Tingdao Mountain, giving guidance to the disciples of the sect.

  This mountain is one of the foundations of the Qing Sect, containing traces of the will of many sages, and the traces of the Dao will never be destroyed.

  Dugu Changkong stands on the top of the mountain, asking you to enter the urn.

  Although they knew that this mountain was impressive, the holy masters still could not turn around and leave, and secretly discussed with their ancestors.

  If you leave today, you will miss the best opportunity to resolve the grudge with Qingzong. If Qingzong cannot suppress the rise of Qingzong in the future, disaster will surely ensue.

  clatter!

  One person walked towards Tingdao Mountain without hesitation.

  Wearing a brocade robe, his eyes were calm.

  He is the Holy Master of Linghe Sect, Su Ran.

  Seeing Su Ran taking the lead, Dugu Changkong felt a wave of emotion in his heart.

  "Su Ran, pay homage to the ancestor."

  When he reached the foot of the mountain, Su Ran bowed and saluted very respectfully.

  "The old man is no longer a member of the Linghe Sect. There is no need

  for Holy Master Su to call him that." Dugu Changkong actually has a lot of affection for the Linghe Sect. After all, after living for so many years, the current Holy Master and many core elders have received his guidance.

  "Yes, Senior Dugu."

  Su Ran represents the Linghe Sect and has only one purpose of this trip, to get forgiveness from the Qingzong. Before coming, he had been prepared to die without any complaints.

  When Liu Nansheng told about the incident in Moyuan just now, the saint masters of various sects could only be angry and felt that they had lost face. Only Su Ran was different. She was so ashamed that she had no shame to meet Patriarch Dugu again.

  "Think clearly, let's go up the mountain!"

  Dugu Changkong stood on a high place and said thoughtfully.