As time approaches the centenary event, this day...

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the sky, hundreds of sword immortals flew past, heading quickly towards Shu Mountain.

"That's the Huashan Feiguang Sword Sect!!"

Similarly, many small and medium-sized sects heading towards Shushan felt their hearts tightening, looking at the sky in horror, and remained silent for a long time.

"Walk!"

An old man was originally preparing to attend this righteous meeting with his disciples, but when this scene appeared, he turned around and left without hesitation.

"master?"

His disciples were startled, with puzzled looks on their faces.

The old man didn't say anything, but left quickly. He walked very quickly.

Not only him, but many small and medium-sized sects also turned around without hesitation when they saw this, leading their disciples in the direction they came from.

After walking a long way, the old man let out a breath of fear, with a solemn look on his face.

"Damn it, something big happened, I shouldn't have come."

The disciples following him suddenly showed doubts on their faces and looked at their teacher in confusion. When they came here before, their teacher had been talking about the Righteous Path Conference in Shushan, to gain knowledge and see the world.

Send disciples to understand what the sky and the earth mean, and avoid developing a arrogant mentality just because they have learned some tricks.

As a result, unexpectedly, when they were about to arrive at Shushan and everyone was exhausted and full of expectations, the old man actually turned around and left.

"Master, what's wrong? Aren't you going to attend the Righteous Path Conference?"

"Righteous Path Conference?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but sneered. He glanced at the distant mountains hidden in the clouds with gloomy eyes. He took a deep breath and said: "There will be no conference. This time there will be disasters.

Great calamity."

Following his words, everyone present couldn't help but be stunned. Catastrophe? What is that?

The old man couldn't help clenching his fists. Although we, the righteous monks, are responsible for slaying demons and demons, it does not mean that everyone is harmonious. If a baby is born, the righteous monks will be the same.

Xiu can still beat him to a bloody head.

Five hundred years ago, when he was just a young practitioner who had just fledged, he was still fascinated by the righteousness and righteousness, and when he was full of passion, he went with his master to participate in the so-called Righteous Dao Conference.

As a result, Jiuxiao Palace, which hosted the conference at that time, went to the outer sea to seek the paradise of cave heaven. All thirteen elders, including the leader, were imprisoned and eventually died.

Therefore, there was only one elder left in Jiuxiao Palace at that time, and he was directly divided by the righteous sect who came.

That day, there was a real river of blood, and it was tragic.

The blood of thousands of disciples of Jiuxiao Palace was spread all around Jiuxiao Palace. It can be said that corpses were everywhere and mourners were everywhere.

I still remember that the only remaining elder in Jiuxiao Palace at that time was bleeding and cursing loudly. He was besieged by people from several major sects, and his soul was penetrated. It was extremely miserable.

In the end, seeing the sky shattered, and in a frenzy, the elder's soul was bleeding and directly chose to self-destruct. Before self-destruction, he cursed wildly, cursed the great sects in the world, and cursed these great sect monks who are so proud of themselves, but are actually scarier than the devil in their hearts.

That year, there were countless casualties.

Even the old man's master was beheaded for bringing him too close.

If his master hadn't made him swear not to take revenge at the last moment and used special methods to send him away, I'm afraid there would have been one more nameless corpse in that catastrophe five hundred years ago.

From that day on, the innocent boy died and became the old man he is now.

Righteous event?

Haha, just a joke!

That was just an activity for those big factions to show off their strength.

Now, the purpose of bringing his disciples to participate is not because this is a grand gathering of the righteous path, but just to let his disciples understand the gap between themselves and the disciples of the big sect.

Now, with the emergence of the Huashan Sect, the old man immediately realized that something was wrong.

Too much.

There are just too many!

It's almost exactly the same as it was in Jiuxiao Palace.

Back then, one of the major factions attacked directly and sent helpers to carve up the Jiuxiao Palace.

This time, is it Shushan?

Will Shushan disappear from the world just like Jiuxiao Palace?

In this world of sects, the old man has a very good sense of Shushan. The Shushan sect is very special, especially the Sword Ancestor. When the Jiuxiao Palace tragedy happened, all the major sects were embezzling the resources of the Jiuxiao Palace and killing the disciples of the Jiuxiao Palace. Only the disciples of the Jiuxiao Palace were killed.

There is no such thing in Dushu Mountain.

In the end, the major factions went too far, and Shushan took action, protecting many people from Jiuxiao Palace.

It's just because Sword Ancestor was delayed and came too late, otherwise maybe Jiuxiao Palace might...

The old man sighed. There are not many big sects like Shushan that are consistent in their words and deeds. It can be said that because of their existence, the current atmosphere of the entire cultivation world can be maintained. Otherwise..., ha!

He shook his head, forget it, what does it have to do with them? After all, they are just a small sect that is not popular.

"Let's go! There is nothing to see in this Righteous Path Conference. You will know why later."

Go, must go.

Different from the devil, the devil will do it openly. I am like this, even though it makes people tremble and frighten.

But the concept behind the righteous underworld is completely different. Not only do they want resources, they also want face.

Not long after the battle at Jiuxiao Palace, the eight-level sects in the world directly declared Jiuxiao Palace as a demonic sect. Anyone who dared to take the title of Jiuxiao Palace was a remnant of the demonic way, and everyone would be punished.

The blackness makes people tremble!

"Jie Jie... I didn't expect that there are many people who understand this name. They know that the right way is hypocritical."

Just at this moment, when the old man was about to leave with his disciples, a voice suddenly sounded. The voice was very evil, with a shuddering aura. The voice was like a demonic voice, which can infect people's minds and destroy their consciousness.

In an instant, the faces of the disciples behind the old man showed a look of great pain, and their souls seemed to be out of control, being shaken, and about to be taken away by the soul-inspiring voice!

"not good!"

The old man's face suddenly changed: "The voice of the devil, everyone is using their mental methods to suppress their minds!"

He raised his hand and waved, and a large swath of clear light fell on the disciples.

In an instant, the expressions of several of his disciples suddenly became much better. Their souls returned to their original places and were no longer shaken. When they came back to their senses, their expressions immediately changed. They followed the master's words and used their mental methods to suppress their own minds.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?" The old man breathed a sigh of relief, his face became solemn, and he turned his head to look at the place where the sound came from.

"Jie Jie, you are asking nonsense, you already know what I am using, but you still ask me who I am? Am I stupid?"

A man full of evil and endless evil spirits walked out. He looked very ugly, like dry old tree bark. His body was full of evil energy, full of mysterious and evil writings, and full of evil spirits.

His mere appearance makes people feel disgusted and instinctively afraid, like water and fire, incompatible with each other.

Evil heretics!!!

The old man's face changed slightly, he couldn't help but take a breath, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

At normal times like this, it stands to reason that evil spirits and heretics would not approach Shushan. After all, the righteous party will be held at a grand event, and the righteous people in the world will come. No matter what the purpose is, there is no doubt that there are so many experts and so many people.

At this time, the evil heretic should undoubtedly avoid the limelight to avoid being targeted by the righteous monks.

Of course, there are also those daring people. The more so, the longer they lurk there, hoping to obtain greater benefits.

Especially this time, there is no doubt that there is an opportunity when the righteous path goes to war with each other. After all, what the righteous path has captured is the aura of heaven and earth, the blessed land of Emei in Shushan. Killing the Shushan disciples is to eradicate the roots, not to seek their flesh and blood souls.

Therefore, if the news is known in advance, it is not surprising that evil spirits and heretics will come.

After all, once a monk dies, especially in this way, his body will contain a lot of resentment, which is difficult to deal with.

It's different when it comes to evil cultivators. The more resentful it is, the more wonderful it is for them.

Back in the days of Jiuxiao Palace, there were evil cultivators mixed in, and the most famous among them was the Blood Demon Ancestor, who is undoubtedly the current demon leader and a giant of demons.

Shushan also formed a deadly feud with the Blood Demon Ancestor on that day. The Sword Ancestor chased the opponent for a hundred thousand miles, killing the opponent until blood flowed.

"What's the matter? You're not done yet?"

Another figure came out. Although the form of power was different, it was undoubtedly an evil heretic. At this moment, he was holding many heads with blood still hanging down in his hands, and red blood was rolling all over his body.

The old man's eyes narrowed and he couldn't help but clenched his fists. A cold air rushed directly from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He knew the heads in the opponent's hands. He had met them and said hello not long ago. He was quite strong. There were more than ten people. Now they were all in the opponent's hands. Apparently none of them had escaped.

"Jiejie, aren't I waiting for you to come over? This old man is a tough guy, much stronger than what you are facing. It will be difficult for me to take it down by myself. By the way, where are my bones? He won't do it for me.

Is it broken? The three of us are together because we each get what we need."

"Here I am."

Another man came out. He was holding a rope in his hand, tied with a large bundle of bloody human spines that made him want to vomit. At the same time, a series of hooks were hung around his waist.

, what is carried on the hook are hearts.
To be continued...