Around September 4, the major sects in the world basically sent an elite team led by the head of the sect to walk down the mountain gate, left the sect's sect's base to go to Guangmingding, and went to the Shaolin sect's heroic post. Without mentioning it, they just talked about the Tianying Cult. The Eagle King Yin Tianzheng frowned and sat on the throne of the Eagle King with an anxious face. The many elders of the Tianying Cult were standing at the lower end, with anxiety.

"Father, you have left the Ming Cult. Now you have established your own family to establish the Tianying Cult. Why do you still have to go there?" King Yin Ye asked with confusion. The other church leaders and elders were also anxious about this matter, but Yin Tianzheng was besieging Guangmingding in the world of friends. "I have all my skills from the Ming Cult. Now that the Ming Cult is in trouble, I have withdrawn from the Ming Cult, but Li Ying still has to help him. This is the last time. To help the Ming Cult overcome this disaster, I, Yin Tianzheng, no longer owe any favors to the Ming Cult." As soon as Yin Tianzheng finished speaking, King Yin Ye wanted to persuade him again.

Yin Tianzheng stopped what Yin Ye Wang wanted to say, and said with a firm look on his face, "I have made up my mind at this time, you don't have to persuade him anymore. Ye Wang, take half of the elites of my Tianying Cult to rush to Guangmingding first, and I will lead people to arrive later." Seeing that Yin Tianzheng was so determined, Yin Ye Wang sighed secretly, but he was not good at saying anything, so he had to agree, "Abide by the order of the Eagle King." The other hall masters and elders could only follow the order.

At this moment, Yin Susu, the head of Ziwei Hall, moved Jinlian to enter the conference hall, married Zhou Shaolong for many years, and gave birth to a son. The original girl who was originally a charming young woman is now a beautiful and charming young woman. Having entered the conference hall attracted everyone's eyes, but they all looked awe-like and dared not have any thoughts on the other side. They all greeted each other, "See the young leader of Ziwei."

"Please get up, everyone." Yin Susu said softly. Seeing that everyone was getting up, Yin Tianzheng asked, "Wuer, why are you here? How are my good grandson?" Yin Susu heard Yin Tianzheng mention his son. Her pretty face smiled slightly, full of maternal brilliance. "Don't worry, father, Fang'er is playing with Ali now. I am so happy with the two little guys."

Haha, a loud laugh. Yin Tianzheng's originally sad expression instantly became kind-hearted and full of gratitude. He looked full of gratitude. Now he has both children, and his children have children, and his grandchildren have all their grandchildren. He really enjoys family life, "My son, who are you here?" Yin Tianzheng asked.

Yin Susu slowly came to Yin Tianzheng and said, "Shaolong has heard news. He has also participated in the matter of the major sects surrounding the Ming Cult. Let me tell you, don't worry." Then he leaned into Yin Tianzheng's ear and said, "He said, everything has been designed. The Tianying Cult only needs to produce a few sects, and the Ming Cult cannot be destroyed."

Hiss! Yin Tianzheng took a deep breath after hearing what Yin Susu said, and was shocked. His good son-in-law was really a big deal. The martial arts world is actually under his control. It's amazing. Although he already knows that his son-in-law has extraordinary skills, he never expected that one day his son-in-law could control the entire world, and his power was so powerful. After thinking for a moment in his mind, he sighed slightly, and Yin Tianzheng said, "Since that's the case, I don't need to get involved in the Tianying Sect too deeply. Wild King, you can lead a council of disciples. Remember, don't have disputes with the people in Wudang, put your own safety first."

King Yin Ye was happy. Although he didn't know why his father suddenly changed his mind, he knew that it had something to do with his sister. Seeing that his sister gave him a reassuring look, King Yin Ye immediately clasped his fists and said, "Yes, father." The elders behind him were all obeying the order of the Eagle King.

Wudang Seven Heroes and Seven Swords led dozens of disciples to carry their bags and luggage, and Chuanzi was on the way. The hero Song Yuanqiao led the team, but this time there was no matter about his son Song Qingshu. This child was still young, less than twelve years old, and it was impossible for him to get involved in the siege of Ming Cult.

In Green Willow Villa, a young man with fair face was sitting quietly in the pavilion, dressed in a scholar, but his body was very neat. The email was dressed in a warrior, and his hands were gently stroking the jade zither. The moving sound of the piano was like the sound of nature. Three big men facing the rough face stood not far away, scanning the surroundings with alertness. The sound of the piano gradually stopped. A middle-aged man with a half-mask walked into the garden and walked straight towards the young man.

When he arrived outside the pavilion, the masked man stopped and dragged a pigeon in his hands. The young master turned his head and looked at the person who came in a quiet voice, "Master Mute, is there any news? Take it to me and take a look." The middle-aged masked man nodded, stepped forward a few steps forward and handed the pigeon to the young master, took the pigeon, opened the message tube on the pigeon's legs, and pulled out a note, "Six major sects joined hands to siege Guangmingding, and major forces in the martial arts world responded one after another, and some secret forces were ready to move, waiting for instructions."

The young master then threw the note into the pool in front of the pavilion. His big eyes were flashing with brilliance. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he said to the middle-aged masked man behind him, "Master Mute, go write a reply and say that the princess knows and let them act according to the plan."

The middle-aged masked man was Fan Yao, the right envoy of the Ming Cult. In order to investigate the news from the court, he disfigured his appearance and pretended to be mute and entered the Ruyang Palace. Fan Yao took the pigeon, bowed and left. Looking at the clear water in the pool, the young master murmured, "Why can't you be more obedient?"

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, all the major martial arts sects met the Ming Cult who resisted everyone going up the mountain. The battle began. The Ming Cult's Five Elements Flag has extraordinary combat power and is proficient in combat formations. The disciples of these Jianghu sects usually practice themselves. Those who have practiced formations are only those major sects, such as Wudang Shaolin, Emei, etc. The disciples formed a formation to fight back, and those small sects could only look at the formation and sigh.

After a fierce battle, the Five Elements Flag retreated and some hall masters died tragically on the road to Guangmingding. The martial arts righteous people were also suffering a lot of casualties, but the deaths were all those with low martial arts skills. They came to the Yixian Gorge. The six major sects were temporarily stationed here, and hundreds of people camped with the military formation method as a supportive force. The heads were surging and they were in full swing.

The largest tent in the central government is where the team leaders of the six major sects discuss matters. At this time, Master Kongzhi in Shaolin, Song Yuanqiao in Wudang, Master Miejue from Emei, Xianyutong from Huashan Sect, He Taichong from Kunlun Sect, and the five elders of Kongtong were all sitting in the tent. Xianyutong from Huashan Sect looked passionate and full of words to avenge his senior brothers. The five elders of Kongtong were ashen with a blue face, and secretly planned to settle the score with the Golden Lion King Xie Xun. Only Master Miejue from Emei Sect looked at these people with a cold face, and did not speak. Ding Minjun behind him stood with a sword.

Cough cough, Master Kongzhi coughed a few times, and led the attention of the people in the tent to him. After glanced around, he thought to himself that he didn't know when the Sect Master Zhou would arrive. He glanced at Yuanzhen not far behind him. Kongzhi cursed the above evil in his heart, and said calmly, "Now my righteous alliance has reached the first line of gorge, not far from Guangmingding. Today, everyone asks his disciples to have a good rest. Tomorrow morning, our six major sects will lead the righteous path of the Jianghu to kill Guangmingding to remove any harm for the martial arts world."

"Okay, what Master Kongzhi said is reasonable." "Master Kongzhi said is correct." "Just listen to Master Kongzhi." The leaders of the three major sects except Wudang Emei all applauded. Miejue smiled with a cold face and nodded gently. All these reactions were seen by Monk Yuanzhen, and he thought to himself, "You should be beautiful, I have already filled the secret passage of Guangmingding. I am only allowed to fight on Guangmingding. I will ignite the gunpowder and let you turn into ashes with the Ming Education together.

In the Guangmingding General Hall, Yang Xiao was dressed in white clothes like snow, with a long sword hanging around his waist. He was handsome and extraordinary, and his whole body exuded the aura of a Confucian scholar. When did Miss Zhao’s wife be happy? It turned out that Yang Xiao had lost his life and was full of worries. Yang Xiao looked at the information in his hand with a worried look. Now that the troops are at the city, Guangmingding is almost surrounded by all the power of the martial arts righteous path, and there are less than 10,000 people on Guangmingding. The masters withered. Four

There is not a single Dharma King left in the Great Praise of the Sect. The Golden Lion King disappeared ten years ago. The Purple-coat Dragon King disappeared almost with the Golden Lion King. The White-Browed Eagle King withdrew from the Ming Cult to establish his own business. The Green-Winged Bat King is not at the Guangmingding, which is not counting. The five scattered people in the Ming Cult are not here, let alone the leader. They disappeared early, and the only messengers on the Guangmingling were left. Fan Yao ran to be an undercover agent. He had few soldiers and few generals. How could he defend this Guangmingding?

Alas! Yang Xiao sighed a long time, his brows tightened even more. At this moment, a very strange voice sounded, like a ghost, "Oh, how could Yang Xiao, the left envoy of Guangming sigh so much?" Yang Xiao was happy when he heard the voice. He looked up and saw that there was no trace of anyone. Haha, he laughed bitterly, and Yang Xiao said, "Oh! Wei Bat King, now the Ming Cult has reached a real life and death juncture. I am really worried that this hundred-year-old foundation will be buried in my hands."

As soon as Yang Xiao said this, he heard a duck-crying voice, "Yang Xiao, who do you think you are? Just a proxy leader. How could the Ming Cult be buried in your hands? It's so shameless." As soon as the voice came out, Yang Xiao's expression suddenly turned cold and he said disdainfully, "Zhou Dian, now the Master Yang is missing. What's wrong with my responsibility as the left envoy of the Light, as the left envoy of the Light, it's fine if you sow and stop it, but now it's a critical moment for the Ming Cult to live, so you can't let go of your dissatisfaction with Mr. Yang and work together to the outside world? Or do you want to see the Ming Cult die like this."

The voice never spoke again (to be continued...)
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