When they heard the Tian Clan Elder say that there was no need for the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets to exist, many of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets elders and disciples trembled slightly. Their bodies secretly trembled.
In the dark.
The sword elder faintly said, "It's about to begin."
"The Tian Clan is going to start cleaning this place."
"Just like the Celestial Sword Sect back then!" His eyes were filled with rage, and the scenes of the Celestial Sword Sect's destruction flashed before his eyes.
It was the same in the past.
He suffered a crushing defeat.
The Immortal Sword Sect wanted the power of his Ancient Sword Will, but he refused. However … he still lost the competition. He defeated the Immortal Sword Sect.
Three days and three nights of unparalleled slaughter.
Every disciple's family would be implicated.
Even babies in swaddling clothes were not spared.
The blood of the Immortal Sword Sect's 100,000 disciples formed a river, and the entire Immortal Sword Mountain was dyed red. Vengeful spirits mourned for seven days and seven nights. That was a scene that Elder Jian never wanted to experience again.
Every time he heard it, his body would tremble uncontrollably.
Now …
History was about to repeat itself.
The celestial race was going to start purging the Heavenly Mysteries Pavilion, and not a single one of them would be spared.
In fact …
When the Sword Elder saw Murong Xiong, he thought that the Great Pavilion Master and Murong Xiong would form an alliance. However, the Great Pavilion Master thought that if they lost the competition, the Divine Clan would spare the Secret Pavilion.
But!
He was wrong.
The Tian Clan's methods had never had the word 'benevolence'.
The usual method of the Celestial Race was to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots!
Elder Extermination frowned. "Should we move?"
The Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets was already in such a state.
The First Pavilion Master was dead, the Second Pavilion Master was severely injured, and the other Pavilion Masters were either dead or injured. Was there still a need to save the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion in such a state? So what if he was saved?
Furthermore.
Saving them would cost them their lives.
They had come here to wait for Long Fei, but Long Fei had not appeared. Were they really going to gamble with their lives?
The sword elder said without hesitation, "Move!"
Xiao Bai's eyes flashed.
Ice and Fire were already eager to give it a try.
The others also became excited. A year of hiding, a year of dormancy, and also a year of bitter cultivation. They had all been waiting for this day.
Their eyes were filled with excitement.
Now he just had to wait for the celestials to make their move.
"Damn it, I can't wait any longer!"
…
Li Yuanba frowned slightly. For the first time, anger appeared on his silly expression. He snorted, "Try moving one!"
Qingyi snuggled up to him.
Similarly.
Cyan Yi was also exuding battle intent.
She also found the actions of the Tian Clan pleasing to her eyes.
She was also ready for battle.
Li Yuanba said solemnly: "This is the place that boss and I agreed on, I will not allow anyone to destroy this place!"
"Tian Clan?"
…
In another place.
A person dressed in tight clothes stood there like a sword. Looking at everything that was happening in the plaza, her eyes slightly trembled. "Tian Clan?"
The sword intent on Auja moved slightly.
Ten Thousand World Sword Cry!
…
In the darkness.
A pair of demonic eyes slowly opened.
The corners of his mouth curled up, and he laughed eerily excitedly.
It looked like an evil spirit child, making one's hair stand on end.
He, Tian Ling!
The third one of the eight pillars of heaven that walked out of the chaotic land of the ancient world.
He was dressed in an evil spirit black robe, with two huge eyes and a sinister ghost smile. He said indifferently: "Finally … It's my turn to appear, hehe …"
"Tian Clan?"
"Hehe!"
… ….
Murong Xiong also laughed lightly, "Although you don't want to form an alliance with me, this road is the place that my nephew and King Kong agreed on, so we can't lose it!"
"Death Realm Spear?"
"Tsk!"
Murong Xiong's finger moved slightly, and the space fluctuated slightly. A few disciples of the Mu Clan moved.
Murong Xiong sneered, and said: "If your Death Realm Spear can fire once, consider it my loss!"
… ….
Everything was ready.
After all, this was the Heavenly Secret Pavilion. If the Tian Clan did not make a move, the people in the dark would not make a move either.
Therefore.
They were all waiting for the Tian Clan. As long as the Tian Clan made a move, it would be an earth-shattering explosion.
In the plaza.
The elders of the Tian Clan were still mocking them.
"Trash of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion!"
"A bunch of trash."
"You trash still want to refine? Go and refine your grandmother's ass. "
"Trash is trash!"
"In front of my Tian Clan, you can only tremble, hahaha …"
Endless ridicule, all kinds of insults.
His complacent face was incomparably savage.
That kind of high and mighty aura was displayed incisively and vividly.
The refiner from the Tian Clan heavily said, "No one can go against the Tian Clan. We have given your Heavenly Secret Pavilion a chance to choose. Since you all want to choose death, then we can only send you all to hell."
"One last question!"
"If no one can defeat me, then your Heavenly Secret Pavilion can go to hell."
"Who else?"
With a heavy sound, his voice crushed the entire audience.
The Heavenly Secret Pavilion couldn't make a single sound. No one was a match for the refiner from the Tian Clan.
They were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
They couldn't do anything.
The refiner from the Tian Clan laughed complacently, "Since there isn't anyone, then you guys …"
At this moment.
The door of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion was suddenly pushed open with a bang, and he roared, "There's still your father!"
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His voice shook the heavens.
Everyone looked over at the same time.
"Second Pavilion Master!"
"Master!"
"It's the Second Pavilion Master!"
The person who came out of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion was Bai Mei, who had been training hard in the Heavenly Secret Pavilion for two days and two nights.
Seeing Bai Mei walk out of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, the people from the Tian Clan were also stunned.
"Wasn't he seriously injured?"
"Why does it look like he's fine at all?"
"Could it be that he's fine?"
"Impossible, that power can keep him in bed for at least half a year. The Heavenly Secret Pavilion is a place for artifact forging, they don't know anything about pills, it's impossible for them to have any good pills to save him!"
… ….
Everyone started to discuss.
However …
Although he was shocked, the Tian Clan Elder was not worried.
In the beginning, he only wanted to suppress the Heavenly Secret Pavilion's momentum and let them know who was the true ruler of the Primordial World.
A mere white-browed?
He could overturn the heavens!
Of course not!
Seeing Bai Mei walk up, the refiner from the Tian Clan sneered and said: "Oh, there's still a piece of trash here? Just nice, this old man hasn't had his fill of refining yet. Just wait to die. "
Bai Mei walked onto the refining platform.
An elder said, "Second Pavilion Master, Great Pavilion Master, he …"
Bai Mei said with a deep voice, "I know, I know what happened just now. You guys rest well at the side, leave the rest to me."
"Second Pavilion Master, this Tian Clan refiner is not simple. His refining skills are very profound."
"That's right. His refining ability is especially strong."
"You have to be careful."
… ….
The elder of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion started to worry.
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