Chapter 1705: A hundred times of pain

.now, when they see the tragedy of the elite of these families, they only feel very frightened.Ma Tianxiang, the outstanding young man in this group, is now ranked 16th on the list.but he. I've just b...Fang Yu and Dust Ye move forward in the direction of Bafeng Divine sect.

"Last night, I didn't have time to ask what the eight gods had done to Yuhua Gate." Why did it impress you " On the way, Fang Yu asked.

hearing this question, Dust Ye's face darkened and his eyes became resentful and cold.

"the feather gate was at its weakest when the eight gods came out." Dust Ye clenched his teeth and said, "but if it hadn't been for a few clansmen in southern Xinjiang, the feathering gate would never have been like this!" And Master, it won't be so early. "

in the angry and hateful words of Dust Ye, Fang Yu knows the original situation.

in the first World War five hundred years ago, Lin Xunyu was supposed to be out of the world, but he was attacked and killed at the critical moment of the impact of isolation. In the end, he was seriously injured, and the whole feathering gate suffered heavy losses, completely ruining the hope of rising.

but the feathering gate at that time was not reduced to the point where there is only one pair of master and apprentice who depend on each other.

the last blow that led to the complete collapse of the feathering door. It comes from the joint efforts of the two clans in the southern border of Xinjiang.

those two clans. It is today's third-level Xianmen, Bafeng Shenzong and Zhenwu sect!

more than two hundred years ago, Yuhua Gate was at its weakest. There were less than a hundred people left in the whole clan, and most of them were old and had old injuries.

as a result of the battle five hundred years ago, Lin Xunyu's cultivation was retrogressive and barely maintained in the celestial pole, but only the realm was maintained, and his strength was no longer as good as that of the normal celestial monks.

at that time, the Feather Gate was already very weak, and the big clan doors that had joined hands reached the same goal. They no longer fought against the Feather Gate, but wanted to watch it slowly perish.

although this feeling is painful and humiliating, it was good for the feathering door at that time to be alive.

however, no one would have thought that after the big clans stopped fighting. On this side of the southern border of Xinjiang, the eight gods and the true martial arts sect were thinking about it.

at that time, these two clansmen were only five-level Xianmen, which could not be ranked in the southern border of Xinjiang.

they didn't know where to get the information, and they heard that there were many top secret books of art in the feather gate, so they banded together to plot evil.

one morning more than two hundred years ago, they sent a group of top monks from the patriarchal clan to kill the feather gate.

even in the face of two five-level celestial gates, the feathering gate at that time was powerless to fight back and had no choice but to let the mermaids.

there are less than a hundred monks left to guard the Eclosion Gate.

those monks who originally experienced the war five hundred years ago are already in their twilight years, facing the elites of the eight gods and the true martial arts. Can only be crushed.

but no one flinched.

in this way, most of the monks died again.

the elites of Bafeng Shenzong and Zhenwushi broke into the Sutra Pavilion in Yuhua Gate and robbed them of all the secret books that had been ransacked several times.

"I will never forget the two masters of the eight gods and the true martial arts sect at that time!" When they left, they saw two elders still breathing. " Dust Ye's eyes were red, his teeth clenched, his fists clenched, and he said, "the two agreed on one for each, and then put the two elders." Slaughter! "

Dust Ye gasped for breath, and hatred made him miserable. In the two hundred years after

, fewer than ten people were left to hold on to Yuanhua Gate, no newcomers were willing to join Yuanhua Gate, and Master had no idea of recruiting disciples. Therefore, with the passage of time, a person passed away, and finally only me and master were left. "

just listening to Dust Ye's story, Fang Yu can feel this despair.

the pain cannot be compared, of course.

but the scene of constantly suffering and watching familiar people die one by one. The extent of the pain is unimaginable.

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ordinary people will go crazy even if they don't die with them.

Fang Yu looks at Dust Ye.

at this time, Dust Ye's eyes were red and tears could not stop flowing down.

he has great courage to live to this day.

"Thank you very much." Fang Yu said.

"No, I don't work hard. Master's inner pain is a hundred times more painful than mine. I." Dust Ye wiped away her tears and choked up.

Fang Yu stopped talking and looked ahead.

the eight Shenzong, the true martial arts sect.

neither of the two clans can escape revenge!

"the head of the eight gods at that time was called Dichen, wasn't it" Fang Yu squinted slightly and asked.

". Yes. " Dust Ye gradually calmed down and replied.

"the elites they brought at that time should now be elder beings." Fang Yu said to himself, "Today is just right. I'll catch all of them."

saying, Fang Yu looked at Dust Ye again.

from the perspective of Xiuwei, Dust Ye should have the strength of the second realm of Tianji.

but the smell of Dust Ye is not stable.

obviously, in the past few hundred years, Dust Ye must have suffered varying degrees of injury, so far has not recovered.

"are you badly hurt" Fang Yu asked.

Dust Ye's face changed slightly and said, "Boss, although I am hurt, I can still …"

"Don't worry, I just want to say that when I get back, I can take a look at it for you. Maybe there is a way to make you recover." Fang Yu said.

". Thank you, boss! " Dust Ye replied gratefully.

"whew!"

Fang Yu and Dust Ye are extremely fast, quickly approaching the position of Bafeng Shenzong.

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at this moment, the eight gods, on the heavenly peak.

Qiu Tianyi, dressed in black robes, stood on top of the main hall of the master.

in front of him, nearly five hundred monks were gathered!

among them, four hundred monks were dressed in purple robes with the imprint of purple balls on them.

this shows that they are from the main god peak!

these four hundred monks are all elite disciples trained by the Lord God Peak. Most of them are at the peak of the Taoist realm, and very few of them reach the first realm of Heaven!

and the other 60 monks, wearing robes of other colors, indicate that they come from other peaks, but their strength is on the same level as the elite disciples of the main god peak.

as for the remaining forty, these are the elders of each peak!

these elders all have practices above the celestial extremes!

among them, the strong have the existence of the third realm of the heavenly pole, and the weaker ones also have the first realm of the celestial pole!

this is a big rally!

more than 70% of the top power of the eight gods are gathered here.

"everyone knows that the son of God is seriously injured." Qiu Tianyi stood on the hall with cold eyes and said, "the one who hurts others is the shrine of Yaochi!" They not only seriously hurt the son of God and Yangwu, but also took away the marriage contract and killed the five elders of Wu Shenfeng! This is a declaration of war! This is trampling on the dignity of our eight gods! "

"since the other side is going to declare war, we, the eight gods, as third-level immortals, will never flinch!"

"Today, we will go to Yaochi Holy Land and let each other pay the same price!"

Qiu Tianyi's tone is full of murderous and majestic.

the faces of the five hundred monks present were serious, and their eyes were also full of anger and murder.

the practice of Yaochi Holy Land is so arrogant and arrogant that it simply pays no attention to their eight sacred sects!

they want revenge!the strong men of this class really came to the Shengwen clan, their whole Tianshu clan would have to bow down!"him. Don't worry about it for a while, he can't do anything, and I. He can decide his li...