The Abi world is unified, and the Shura clan is respected. The forty-nine Taoist dynasties are each in one place.

The Sword Sect is one of them, belonging to the southern region of Xinjiang.

Every three thousand years, the twelve government departments in southern Xinjiang gathered together to rank according to their strength and weakness. They accepted challenges from all forces in southern Xinjiang.

If failure occurs, the challenge forces will be disbanded and incorporated into the challenged Taoist sect.

If you succeed, you will replace your status and become one of the new Taoist priests, and your status will be respected endlessly.

This is the only way to change the Taoist sect. In the remaining time, the forty-nine Taoist sects will be protected by the Shura clan, and any provocative behavior will cause destruction and blows.

Doing so can protect the overall strength of the Avici World to the greatest extent and reduce internal consumption. As long as the forty-nine Taoist dynasties are prosperous, the entire Avici World will not be affected.

And this is the Twelve Daotong Conference.

...

Sword Sect.

In the huge square, the sword-shaped sculpture pointed directly at the sky, and the invisible sword intent soared into the sky, tearing the clouds apart. The sun shone in the eyes of all the sword cultivators, shining with an unswerving light.

On the high platform, Jian Wudao was wearing a gray sword robe, his long hair was tied tightly with a purple-gold sword ring, and his expression was solemn. He stood with a long body, and the aura of peerless sword cultivator was filled with invisible majesty.

"Today, the period of the southern Xinjiang conference is also a great disaster for our Sword Sect. After that, the Sword Sect will have three thousand years of opportunity to recuperate. If it fails, our Sect will become history since then."

He raised his hand, and the sound of the sword sounded through the sky in an instant, "Wait, please follow this sect and defend the Sword sect to the death!"

Swish-

Jian Wuya was the leader, and the five elders stood up at the same time and knelt on one knee, "I wish to follow the sect leader and defend the Sword Sect to the death!"

In the square, countless practitioners of the Sword Sect kneeled on one knee and roared, "I wish to follow the sect leader and defend the Sword Sect to the death!"

boom--

The invisible trend surged into the sky, causing the fortune of the Sword Sect to surge in the sky.

A sword shadow slowly emerged, with endless majesty, sweeping across all directions with a look of supremacy!

The sword sect is moving!

In the hall, Mo Yu was wearing a black sword robe, luxurious and noble, and a sword sounded suddenly inside his body.

At this moment, the general trend of the Sword Sect resonates!

At this moment, Mo Yu looked up and two sword shadows slowly emerged in the depths of his eyes, his eyes sharp, as if he had penetrated the space and saw a distance away.

"Here you come."

A low moan echoed in the hall.

As if to confirm what he said, the clear sky suddenly became dark at this moment.

The strong wind came out of thin air, roaring across the void, making a shrill whistling.

It rolled the clouds and blew the ancient trees, bringing that terrible aura.

Looking up, thirteen black clouds rolled from the surrounding area, like thirteen black dragons, giving people a sense of destruction and decay, and their momentum was terrifying!

Jian Wudao's eyes flashed, and when he stepped on his head, the sword shadow appeared in the sword sect's luck, it suddenly shook, clear and loud, with endless penetration power, which was transmitted into the ears of every sword sect cultivator, so that it was not affected by external changes.

The figure moved slightly, and he had appeared in the air, his voice came out in a low voice, "Sword Sect, welcome you all!"

call--

Forced the thirteen black clouds of the sword sect to stop at the same time, and after dissipating, the thirteen cultivators appeared.

The cultivation of each side is the leader, and the breath is as deep as the sea and unfathomable, and it has a faint connection with the world. These thirteen people are all in the realm of the way of heaven and are included in the sequence of eternal life!

"The Lord of the Sword Sect, we have arrived. There is no need to waste time. Let's join forces and summon the Dao United Front Work Platform to come!" The Lord of the Divine Sect spoke, and layers of divine light rippled around him, twisting the space, making his figure look extremely tall from a distance, as if he had pierced the sky.

Everyone knows that this is a move by the lord of the divine religion, but no one dares to laugh at it.

The twelve lords gathered together and he spoke first, which was enough to show too much.

Jian Wudao looked indifferent, ignoring the many snoopings that came faintly, and spoke lightly, "Okay."

His eyes swept over and met the ancestor Xuanyun of Wuji Sword Sect. A sword sound suddenly echoed through the void.

Under the way of heaven, ordinary monks could not hear it, and the other ancestors from all over the world showed their fun at the same time.

Today's Battle of the Sword Sect will be extremely lively!

Jian Wudao looked calm, withdrew his gaze and bowed lightly, "Everyone, please."

The other eleven ancestors of the Daotong took a step forward at the same time, and the next moment they were with Jian Wudao, bursting out with a huge aura.

The ancestor Xuanyun's eyes narrowed, his eyes flashed slightly. From the surface alone, Jian Wudao's aura was so strong that he was not inferior to the rest of the people... What methods did he use?

"Old friend, it seems that Wuji Sword Sect is going to bite a hard bone today." Next to it, the old man with a crane-haired and childlike face smiled and spoke with a decent demeanor.

The ancestor Xuanyun shook his head, "Don't worry, since I took action, I am fully confident. The Sword Sect can't stand today!"

He turned around, "Qinghe, since you are still willing to be fair in the battle of the Twelve Daotong, and don't want to intervene, why not bet with you and me? If my Wuji Sword Sect successfully obtains the position of Daotong and submits to the Shura Holy Clan, how about you please say a few more words?"

The ancestor Qinghe smiled, "This bet is cunning. If you win, everything will naturally be fine. But if you lose, Wuji Sword Sect coughs lightly and dissipates. How do you pay the bet?"

"Don't worry." Xuanyun's ancestor looked calm, "Since I've made a bet, I will naturally give you a satisfactory explanation."

The ancestor Qinghe pondered for a moment, "Okay, I've been betting!"

Feeling a change in the breath between heaven and earth, the two of them kept silent and looked at the sky.

At this moment, a huge black shadow gradually emerged.

As we approached, the true appearance of this behemoth can finally be seen clearly.

"This...this is the Tao United Front Work Platform..." A Sword Sect cultivator murmured to himself.

The four-sided battle platform with ink black all over the body has countless exquisite reliefs on the surface, both humans and beasts, all in battle. Perhaps as the passage of time, these reliefs have become damaged and most of them have become blurred, but at a glance, people can feel a powerful fighting spirit that hits their faces!

Furious, cold, crush everything!

When the Dao United Front Work Platform landed on the Sword Sect, the invisible solemnity and terrifying fighting spirit made all the monks feel deeply awe.

Even Jian Wudao and others, the twelve Taoist dictatories are in charge of the affairs of the time, and they bow their heads slightly to express their respect.

"In the southern part of Xinjiang, the three thousand years of the twelve Taoist regimes are in the battle, welcome the arrival of the war platform!"

After shouting in unison, the Lord of the Divine Cult stood up first and said lightly: "You and I have different responsibilities for the 12-District rankings for three thousand years. If there is no objection, we will enter the battle platform."

After the words fell, he waved his hand and led the monks of the Divine Cult to fly to the Dao United Front Work Platform.

The space flashed slightly, and the Divine Sect appeared directly east of the Battle Platform. A big word "一" appeared above the head, with dazzling divine light and extremely dazzling.

"In this way, I will be welcome." The burly man snorted and followed closely.

"The third one should be my floating island cave heaven." The old man in white waved his robe and spoke lightly.

The twelve Taoist dynasties have a deep understanding of each other, and they have already decided on the rankings, so there will be no accidents.

Soon, under the battlefield, only the Sword Sect was left.

No. twelfth...

Jian Wudao's fist tightened in his sleeves, but his expression was extremely calm. He slowly spoke, "I am willing to die to help my Sword Sect prosper and be proud of Jiutian!"

He turned around, took one step forward, and walked towards the Dao United Front Stage.

"I wish to die and help my Sword Sect prosper and be proud of the Nine Heavens!"

The monks of the Sword Sect moved and their momentum was like a rainbow.

In the main hall, Mo Yu looked calm. Suddenly, he put on a black mask and took a step forward.

In the air, he appeared.

Jian Wudao turned around in surprise, "Junior brother?"

This is not the same as the previous plan.

Mo Yu said lightly, "How can I lack me in the Sword Sect's affairs? Besides, I, a sword cultivator, should fight with great integrity."

Jian Wudao laughed, "Okay, then let's fight with great justice!"

Laughing is like wind and thunder, stirring the sky.

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

The Sword Sect cultivator roared, the sword intent soared into the sky, and countless sword shadows emerged from nothing, scattered across the sky!
Chapter completed!