The Crisis of the 209 Long River Tribe

209 Crisis of the Long River Tribe

"It's the old president!"

"The old dean took action! The Chaos Emperor took action!"

For a moment, the voice was noisy, and everyone's face looked with admiring, looking up at the golden light 0 flash in the void. However, it is empty, and there is no trace of the chaotic emperor.

"Old Dean! Mo Jian insulted the glory of Tianzi College and destroyed my four major students, which was a heinous crime! I must kill him to avenge my students!" Dean Sima's face changed greatly.

"Let's stop here!" The faint voice of the Chaos Emperor came from the sky and lingered endlessly.

"No! Old Dean, absolutely not!" Dean Sima roared angrily, "Li Fei, the four people, I have exhausted my physical and blood cultivation, and now I have been destroyed by Mo Jian. How can I swallow this breath? My plane college has lost four talents who can advance to the soul emperor, and has suffered heavy losses. I will definitely kill the culprit in order to correct it!"

With that, the magnificent soul power was running again, and the fearless blade was already in the palm of his hand, and he was about to split Mo Jian.

"You have gone too much... No wonder you have taught students like the fourth son."

There was a clear annoyance in the voice of the chaotic emperor, and a faint golden light fell from the sky again and fell on Dean Sima, like countless golden ropes. The seventh-order strong man of the majestic soul emperor was actually tied up by these invisible ropes. With a bang, he fell to the ground like a zongzi, and it was extremely difficult to breathe at that moment. Another golden light landed and turned into a golden stick. He only heard three cracks, and the three sticks hit President Sima firmly on the back.

The bones behind Dean Sima made a crisp cracking sound, but even lost the screaming strength.

Everyone was shocked by this scene, and everyone was overjoyed.

Only Mo Jian is still the one who is not happy or angry. The strong man of the seventh level of the Soul Emperor was severely punished because of him, but his expression was plain and outrageous.

The words of the chaotic emperor once again spread like the spring breeze in March: "The jealous are incompetent. The fourth son's name is not small, but his ability is so unbearable. You maintained it like this, which led to today's big mistake. Their cultivation must stop before the realm of the soul emperor. How big the heart is, how far the road to practice is. Three golden sticks, as punishment, you must remember in the future.

Speaking of this, the wind changed and said, "I know better than you whether the college has suffered losses. It should be the dean, not you. Cai Xiliu is extraordinary, and this fragment of the realm of soul power was taken by her, which complemented each other. I'll help her again. It won't be long before her achievements are above the fourth son.

Cai Xi's willow fragrance is sweating profusely, and her whole body is full of magnificent soul power steaming like water mist.

Everyone saw a golden light passing by, like a golden palm, gently touching her eyebrows. The originally difficult refining process suddenly became simple.

A series of dull sounds came from her body, which was because her cultivation was constantly advancing.

Everyone looked at Cai Xiliu, who was rising in a daze, and the shock was indescribable. The speed of such improvement of cultivation is really beyond everyone's cognition and imagination.

Five minutes later.

When Cai Xiliu's cultivation was fixed in the fourth level of the Soul King, the fragments of the soul power realm were completely refined. This treasure takes at least three hours. With the personal help of the Chaos Emperor, not only has the time been greatly shortened, but even the effect is much better than before.

Super strong man, the means are really mysterious.

"Thank you, Dean!" Cai Xiliu said with a surprised face.

"Let's all disperse..." The Chaos Emperor fell at a glance, and the crowd immediately retreated like a tide. In less than three minutes, there was only Mo Jian left in front of the gate of Tianzi College.

Mo Jian only saw a flash in front of him, dressed in black and white hair, and the old man with a little dragon bell appeared in front of him. It was the chaotic emperor.

"I know you have a grudge. All, I just gave you enough time to vent your anger." The Chaos Emperor asked with a faint smile at the corners of his mouth and asked, "Now, are you satisfied?"

Mo Jian said, "The old dean's words are heavy."

There was a trace of helplessness in the eyes of the chaotic emperor and sighed, "I can't even make the decision about the secret museum of Musashi. This is the will from a higher plane, but any possible candidate who can understand the mystery of the Sirius plane must enter it. The plane academy has changed several times in history, but it can develop more and more, and the Musashi Secret Hall plays a vital role. For some reason, I can't tell you in detail for the time being. However, you sat in front of the Musashi Secret Hall for three days and never entered it, and even the upper plane was shocked. I'm afraid that it won't be long before a new decree will be issued in the Musashi secret museum.

Mo Jian frowned and said, "Can't even the old dean control it?"

The Chaos Emperor smiled helplessly and said, "There is nothing we can do but listen. Otherwise, the plane college will have no value. This is a difficult journey, and of course, it is also a valuable opportunity. Therefore, you are the only one."

Mo Jian said, "Who the hell is that demon emperor?"

The Chaos Emperor shook his head: "These are not the time to let you know for the time being. I can see that the engagement with the Heart Demon Emperor has awakened the heart demon in your practice. Therefore, the most important thing for you now is to erase the heart demon. Otherwise, your practice will soon be poor.

Mo Jian nodded. He also felt that under the attack of the heart demon emperor, his heart demon had begun to move. The most prominent manifestation was the yearning for Sister Xiaotong and the worry about the Changhe tribe. He successfully survived the fundamental heart demon of love and began to practice in advance only after getting the realm of the soul emperor, which is of great benefit to the improvement of cultivation. At the same time, the fundamental demon of love constantly affects his mind.

"Mo Jian, you are the most outstanding practitioners I have ever met, and you have a profound blessing and an unlimited future. The Congend Emperor has soared, and there are still some things left for you, including a rotating charm. When your heart is removed, it's time to go. As for the curriculum of the college, it is irrelevant to you. The Chaos Emperor thought, "As for the inside information contained in the Musashi Museum, I will naturally come to you again when the time comes."

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Long River Tribe.

Before Mo Jian left, he left a lot of wealth. This is the best time in the history of the Long River tribe. Everyone has enough food and enough cultivation resources. So everyone practiced. At the beginning, it was already common for only elder-level figures to become soul warriors.

It's a pity that the good times don't last long.

A month ago, a group of amazing practitioners with unknown origins but high cultivation ushered in a catastrophe for the Changhe tribe.

At this moment, in the ancestral hall that has been repaired again in the tribe, the dying seven elders lie on the big ** made of black osmanthus wood, surrounded by flowers, so the thin and old face looks particularly dazzling.

The elders, including Xiaotong, whispered the ancient spells of the tribe, which was a prayer for the deceased to go to heaven.

Outside the ancestral hall, thousands of ethnic groups knelt on the ground, young and old, always kowtowed deeply under the command of the master of ceremonies every five minutes and never got up.

The seven elders are still coughing up blood. In the scene of lying in the tribal called the rebirth bed for less than an hour, the blood spit out of his mouth has completely soaked his new clothes.

This is the etiquette of the whole Changhe tribe to see off the seven elders and the death of the great elders in the tribe. The former elder asked for an ordinary funeral after his death, but did not enjoy this treatment.

The tedious and long recitation was finally completed.

The seven elders were about to close their eyes and finally opened their eyes slightly. They looked at the people kneeling on the ground and said with difficulty, "Have you collected all the relics I left? In any case, we should send the capable people out as I said. At least three years later, when Mo Jian's cultivation is successful, then go to the plane college and give it to him. There is definitely no difference.

The elders said in unison, "Please rest assured that there are already appropriate candidates. Seven people are one in a hundred, and their hearts are very careful and appropriate."

The seven elders were relieved, their eyes fell on Xiaotong, and said intermittently, "Remember, from now on, you are the elder. No matter what those people want to do, even if they destroy the whole Changhe tribe, they can't reveal anything about Mo Jian! Don't tell him in advance."

Xiaotong gritted his teeth and said, "Qi Gong, don't worry, I won't cause trouble to Mo Jian."

The three elders said, "Big elders, who are those people? What exactly are the catalogues they want? The Changhe tribe has reached the time of extermination. If you say it, everyone will understand.

The seven elders shook their heads with difficulty and said, "The fewer people know about this matter, the better... Remember, only when the seven people who sent the letter are safe... leave, everyone... can escape separately. Xiaotong, I'll leave all this to you..."

Speaking of this, the seven elders' heads were soft and crooked aside and died.

Tears slowly flowed from Xiaotong's beautiful big eyes. The beautiful woman clenched her fist and said secretly, "Seven, don't worry, I will do my best to never let those things fall on other people's hands."

There was a cry in the ancestral hall. The death of the elder was always heavy and sad for a tribe, so the crying outside the ancestral hall also rose to the sky, and the Changhe tribe fell into grief in an instant.