Valley, tombs!

There was a dead silence.

Everyone looked at the young man who looked like the reincarnation of a dragon god in amazement. After the death of Yuanhua, the dragon body that surrounded the young man like a coiling dragon quietly dispersed like dust, as if it did not exist.

Emperor Yang Mucheng, the leader of the six-line sect, and the uncle of the thirty-six great grandmasters, was defeated by Yuanhua, and received a blow from the demon weapon to subdue the demon pestle and was unscathed!

"The Alliance Leader has won!"

Zhu Zhengyi looked at the handsome young man, his face full of disbelief.

Yang Mucheng stood proudly between heaven and earth, and the huge dragon soul slowly converged on his back, reforming the image of a five-clawed golden dragon.

"This little monk doesn't know what kind of sect he is...... However, this sect can bring out such disciples, I am afraid that the strength is not bad. Presumably it must be the existence of a five-line sect...... But the fifth-line sect, we can't reach it, and we don't know how many there are!"

Jia Xiu's brows furrowed slightly.

A line of sects, a line of sky.

The first-line sect is like a mountain stream!

Their sixth-tier sect and fifth-line sect seem to be only separated by a line, but the difference between them is very different, and it is even more different.

......

"Holy!"

Lu Yao'er was already running over in a panic. She looked Yang Mucheng up and down, looked at Yang Mucheng carefully, and asked with a worried face, "Are you okay......?"

"It's fine!"

Yang Mucheng said lightly.

"Fortunately, I have trained the True Dragon Armor in the tombs, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to help this guy!"

"However, this demon pestle ......"

Yang Mucheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the demon pestle in his hand.

It was from Yuanhua who was killed, and the ghost aura in this demon pestle was still calm, and there was still a gloomy feeling in his hand.

Look at the crowd that is coming.

"Alliance Leader!"

"Alliance Leader!"

One by one, the cries rang out.

Yang Mucheng played with the demon pestle in his hand, looked at everyone, and asked:

"Does anyone know what sect this magic weapon belongs to?"

I beat the outer disciples, and the inner disciples came. This magic weapon, no matter where it rests, can be regarded as a rare treasure. According to Yang Mucheng's point of view, Cong Yuanhua must be an important figure in a certain sect, otherwise he would not be able to take out such a demonic pestle.

Instead of waiting for the other party to come to the door one by one, it is better to kill the door as soon as possible!

"I don't know!"

Zhu Zhengyi took a step forward and said:

"But we just estimated, this is from Yuanhua must be a fifth-line, or fourth-tier Buddhist disciple. We have also heard of seven or eight of these five-line, four-elephant Buddhist sects...... It's just that Wu Fa determined which sect this Congyuan Hua belonged to. ”

"Tell me about it!" Yang Mu said.

"The five-line sect has Canglei Wuya Temple, Renwang Xuanyue Temple, Dari Crazy Dragon Temple, Shengtian Qingyang Temple, and Xiantian Chilei Temple. ”

"The fourth-line sect has the Star Phase, and there is the Temple of Wu Nian. ”

Zhu Zhengyi said slowly.

"Are there only these sects?

Yang Mucheng frowned.

"Alliance leader, between sects, even if they are separated by a line, there is a big gap between them. We have only heard of these sects, but we have never seen them or been there. It's like our Heroes Club, it's only limited to the sixth-tier sect, and the seventh-tier sect has never heard of it. ”

Zhu Zhengyi smiled bitterly.

Yang Mucheng nodded secretly.

The hierarchy of this martial arts world was simply beyond his imagination.

"Moreover, this is just Hao Tianzhou......" Zhu Zhengyi continued. "If you want to find this sect from Yuanhua, I'm afraid you can only turn to the Wandao Sword Sect for help!"

Yang Muchang let out a sigh of relief.

It seems that if you don't return to the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect, you really don't know what sect this belongs to. ’

'That's it......'

"I'll go back to the Great Qianhuang Dynasty first, and then make arrangements to go back to the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect!"

Come to think of it.

Yang Mucheng looked at everyone and said lightly:

"Let's disperse first, I will go back to the Imperial Dynasty first, and then go to the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect. In my absence, you guarded the dynasty for me......"

"Yes, Alliance Leader!"

Zhu Zhengyi and the others hurriedly bowed their hands.

After deciding to break into the tombs again in the coming year, Yang Mucheng took Lu Yao'er and flew towards the Daqian Dynasty.

......

With Zhu Zhengyi and others returning to the sect.

Hundreds of six-tier sects, all ordered Yang Mu to become the leader of the alliance, anyone who dared to be unfavorable to the Great Qian Dynasty should be disrespectful to their sect, and the sect rose up to attack it. For a time, the forces of the seventh, eighth, and ninth lines lost their voices.

No one knows what this is all about.

Although said.

Yang Mucheng was previously invited to join the Heroes Club, and some forces had already received the news. But they never figured out why these sects would suddenly become the leader of the alliance with Yang Mu?

"Even when Wu Fa became the leader of the alliance, these sects didn't command the world! Now Yang Lao Mo asked them to command the world, what is going on?"

Many people are wondering.

But no one dares to try the weight of Yang Mucheng, the leader of the alliance, after all, more than a hundred sixth-tier sects speak out at the same time, if you do something to Yang Mucheng at this time, it is equivalent to offending so many sects at one time.

The disturbance of everyone naturally has nothing to do with Yang Mucheng. Whether it is good or bad, for him, it is like an ant's discussion. Who cares about what the ants think of themselves? Just when everyone was boiling over the position of the leader of the alliance, Yang Mucheng was already on his way to the Great Qian Dynasty.

"Little Er, serve the wine!"

In a tavern.

Lu Yao'er shouted loudly.

Hurry up, this will not be too much consumption for Yang Mucheng, but Lu Yao'er is a little unable to support it. They settled in a small mountain town, intending to rest for the night and travel again tomorrow.

When they came.

This town is very remote, and the flow of people is not too large, but now this town is overcrowded, and there is an endless stream of strong people coming and going.

Even, Yang Mucheng also saw some elders and deacons of the sixth-line sect.

"Holy One, this is ......"

Lu Yao'er looked around in surprise.

"I don't know, but with my guess, there must be a strange treasure here, or some kind of tomb has appeared. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been so many people gathered all of a sudden......" Yang Mucheng drank lightly, indifferent.

"Shall we then?"

Lu Yao'er said in a low voice.

"No, I don't want to make extraneous branches!" Yang Mucheng shook his head slowly.

The tomb, he had only explored before.

At this time, it should be necessary to go back to the Daqian Dynasty to arrange things and find out the sect behind Congyuan Hua as soon as possible.

If you don't cut the grass and don't eradicate the roots, there will be endless troubles!

As for the tombs.

He has a better place to go!

He didn't believe that the tombs in this town could be more attractive than the Ke Zai Doubtful Tomb in the Eclipse Wind Domain!

"Dead again!"

Two men came in the tavern, picked a corner and sat down, and spoke.

Then.

Everyone's eyes were cast towards the two men.

Yang Mucheng also raised his head slowly.

(End of chapter)