The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 367: Conquering the Sect
"That's unreasonable!"

Under the lush fire jujube tree, the furious Shen Yuanliang picked up the information about Baihuazhou and slammed it on the stone table. The stone table, which was dug from thousands of feet underground, instantly shattered into pieces.

A godlike and devilish aura spread out, like the prelude to a storm; the entire Qingdi City and the entire Cangshan Mountain were covered in dark clouds.

"Come here, notify the collection army to set off in an hour."

"Target, Hehuan Sect!"

At the command, the military camp at the foot of the mountain made intensive preparations, and 300,000 troops boarded the patrol warship in an orderly manner. The invisible murderous aura shattered the white clouds in the sky.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!"

The big drums made of exotic animal skins were beaten so loudly that the sound could be heard for hundreds of miles. Hundreds of patrolling warships surrounded the ancient Qingdi ship and flew towards the north in a mighty manner.

……

Acacia sect.

Hundreds of palaces stand on the mist-shrouded mountains. Under the golden sunlight, they look like palaces in the sky, sacred and bright. From time to time, immortals fly on swords or ride on beasts.

"The Holy Son should be back in the next few days!"

In the main hall, the exotic whale oil was burning with a crackling sound. The ninth elder, with white hair and a youthful face, stroked his gray beard and smiled.

Baihuazhou and Hehuan Sect are neighbors. With the efforts of the sect's disciples, they finally opened up the road between the two places at a huge cost. Being lustful ghosts, they can tell where the beauty is with just a sniff.

Baihuazhou is named after the hundred flowers, and there are many stunning beauties picked from thousands of flowers. The Hehuan Sect is good at taking yin to replenish yang, and the meaning is self-evident.

"Hahaha!!"

The seventh elder, who was slightly fat and dressed in a golden robe, echoed, "Our Hehuan Sect has been passed down for 100,000 years, and there are many masters in the sect. How can a mere secular place not obediently offer tribute?"

The strong are respected in the world. Either the sect rules the dynasty, or the dynasty suppresses the sect.

Powerful sects ruled over dozens of dynasties and imperial dynasties. The Hehuan Sect was one of them. It covered an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles, had thousands of cities, and had hundreds of millions of people under its command.

"Da da!"

Quick and messy footsteps were heard, and a young man in black servant's clothes rushed in hurriedly, with beads of sweat oozing from his smooth forehead.

He fell to his knees on the white jade floor with a plop. The errand disciple kowtowed like crazy and said tremblingly, "Oh no! The Saint's soul lamp has gone out."

"what?"

Upon hearing this devastating news, the Seventh Elder, who had been laughing just now, was stunned, his weathered eyes filled with disbelief.

A prosperous sect, especially one with a long history, has many factions within the sect and the strife is very serious. The Holy Son was elected by the seven elders. Now that the Holy Son is dead, all the investment has gone down the drain.

"How dare a mere mortal kill the Holy Son? This is a provocation to the Holy Land."

The third elder, who had been silent before, took over the conversation, narrowed his eyes, and said angrily: "Master, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. The dignity of the sect cannot be violated."

The thin and pale Fifth Elder stood up, looked around, and said slowly, "This elder thinks we should choose a new Saint Son."

"Yes, the position of the Holy Son is of great importance and cannot be lost."

A struggle for interests began. The brightly lit palace was noisy, but no one cared about the deceased former Son of God.

"Boom!" A loud roar came. Outside the mountain gate, the mighty patrol warships covered the sky like mountains. The disciples guarding here were terrified, and a great fear surged in their hearts.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

An urgent alarm sounded, and the elders of the sect who were competing for the position of the Holy Son finally woke up, looked at each other, and then snorted.

As for the enemies in front of the mountain gate, they did not take them seriously. It was common for the Hehuan Sect, which had existed for 100,000 years, to be attacked by others. They were all fools who did not know their own limitations.

A quarter of an hour later, countless elite disciples were reduced to ashes by the energy cannon. The remaining disciples retreated step by step, and blood flowed like a river.

"Master, elders, it's bad! The enemy is coming in!"

Just as he finished speaking, a figure rolled and crawled into the "isolated" main hall. His hair was disheveled and he looked gray, with obsidian eyes full of fear.

"impossible!"

Upon suddenly hearing this "bad news", the elders were in disbelief. They flashed outside one by one, only to see billowing black smoke rising up and the entire Hehuan Sect in ruins.

The once majestic palaces, pavilions and towers have now become ruins, and the mottled bloodstains and dead bodies are silently mocking everyone.

Under the Nine Heavens, the ferocious gun barrels of the Sky Patrol Battleship were still attacking continuously. Its terrifying power was comparable to the ultimate move of a fifth-level strong man, and could even threaten a sixth-level true immortal.

The leader, wearing a tall hat and a wide belt, seemed to remember something and shouted regardless of anything, "Go and ask the Buddha from the West to come out of retreat. No, ask the old master to come out of retreat."

This is the third time in the 100,000-year history of the Hehuan Sect that the enemy has been fought to the main hall of the sect. The previous two times, the ancestor repelled the enemy and preserved the sect's foundation. To the sect master, the ancestor is like a nuclear weapon.

When you are in doubt, using this "big killer" of our ancestor will surely calm the situation. As for the possibility of not being able to win, that is not the case.

"boom!"

In an instant, the heavy stone door of the forbidden area in the back mountain was pushed open, and the tip of the iceberg of the cave shrouded in heavy formations was revealed, and a young man about fifteen or sixteen years old appeared in front of everyone.

He has a wooden hairpin in his hair and his skin is as crystal clear as jade, but his weathered eyes tell of the traces of time. He is the ancestor of the Hehuan Sect, the Yin-Yang Taoist.

Looking at the aggressive conquest army, the Yin-Yang Taoist waved his sleeves and scolded, "How dare you! This is the Hehuan Sect. Who gave you the courage?"

For the Yin-Yang Taoist, the Hehuan Sect is a tool for him to collect resources, especially peerless beauties and beauties with various rare physiques.

Now that Shen Yuanliang has come knocking on his door, for the Yin-Yang Taoist who has lived for more than 100,000 years, not only has his interests been damaged, but it is also a matter of great loss of face. Buddhas fight for a stick of incense, and people fight for a breath of air.

He can't bear it!

"I gave it to you." Shen Yuanliang came flying in the clouds, his robes fluttering, and said coldly, "You old immortal, today is the day you die."

Treat your friends as warmly as spring; treat your enemies as coldly as winter and destroy them with ease.

"Die to me!"

The Yin-Yang Taoist had a frosty face, and the anger in his heart was rising. Then he soared into the air, and the laws of the seven emotions and six desires came to his mind at will. Many people who were in this situation went crazy.

Sometimes he was overjoyed, sometimes he was extremely sad, crying and laughing at the same time, it was very strange.

This is the horror of the power of the law. With the help of Yin to replenish Yang, the old immortal golden immortal Yin Yang Taoist experiences the emotions of the world, such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and the law of the seven emotions and six desires is mastered.

(End of this chapter)