Chapter 135: endless sadness
Chapter 135 Endless Sadness
"Whoosh whoosh..."
The nine chiefs disappeared from the spirit boat in a flash, and the next moment, they appeared on the seat on the left side of the battle list. Facing the dazzling array of spirit wine and spirit fruit on the jade table, he remained indifferent.
Shen Qingqiu looked up with incomparable respect, and the nine chiefs in the seats bowed deeply, "Outer sect chief elder, leading the outer sect elder, I have seen nine chief elders!"
"I'm waiting for the elders of the outer sect, and I have seen nine chiefs!" The twelve elders behind Shen Qingqiu all bowed in unison in agreement.
At this moment, more than one million outer disciples knelt down and kowtowed, shouting in unison, deafening, "Disciple pays respects to Jiuwei Chief Great Elder!"
At this time, the chief of the Holy Soul Lineage: the Holy Soul Daoist, waved his hand calmly from his seat, "All excuses."
"Thank you, Chief!" Amidst the surging disciples' shouts, all the disciples got up one after another.
The thirteen elders of the outer door also straightened their bodies.
"Yeah." The Holy Soul Taoist nodded, and then, with hope in his eyes, the deep voice spread throughout every corner of the huge venue:
"Qingqiu, in order to cultivate outer disciples, our sect did not hesitate to waste a huge amount of spiritual stones. First, we opened the time-space tunnel leading to the Meteor God Canyon, and then opened the mustard seed time-space tower to provide training for the trial disciples."
"Now that the trial disciples have returned, this chief and the other chiefs are very much looking forward to letting the trial disciples come to power."
Hearing this, Shen Qingqiu responded, looked back at Tan Yun and the others, and ordered, "Listen to the order, the trial disciple will immediately enter the battle rankings."
"Disciple obeys!" Tan Yun and other trial disciples disappeared from the stage, and immediately appeared neatly on the battle list stage.
"Huh?" The Holy Soul Taoist glanced at Tan Yun and the others, frowning, "Qingqiu, there are more than 3,000 trial disciples, and now there are only 861 people here. Could it be other disciples, I wonder if this chief and the chiefs are here? Don't you call them to the stage quickly!"
When the Holy Soul Daoist found that there were only so many people, the first thing he thought was that there must be trial disciples, but not all of them. rather than dying.
The same goes for the other eight chiefs.
Although the nine chiefs are in the inner sect, they still know very well that in the 980,000-mile trial area of the Fallen God Canyon, the strongest monsters are only second-order adulthood, which is not enough, let two thousand Many trial disciples died.
Furthermore, it has been tens of thousands of years since the outer disciples were tested in the Fallen God Canyon. During the trials, the number of dead disciples during one of the trials at most did not exceed 500.
Therefore, the chiefs of the nine majors expected that the disciples who had returned from the trial were not present. So, the nine chiefs looked at Shen Qingqiu, slightly displeased.
He took a break from his busy affairs and came to the outer door, and he actually let himself wait for the trial disciple to arrive. This was obviously Shen Qingqiu, the head of the outer door, and it was not good for him.
Seeing that the nine chiefs were displeased, Shen Qingqiu's turbid eyes flashed with fear, and he hurriedly bowed to explain, "Reporting to all the chiefs, there are a total of 861 disciples who have returned from the Meteor God Canyon trial, and all of them are here."
"What did you say? Do you mean that the other disciples are dead?" The Taoist of the Holy Soul pierced Shen Qingqiu's eyes like a sword.
Shen Qingqiu bowed his head and said bravely: "Reporting to the chief, some of the other disciples died in the mouth of the monster, so there are only so many people left."
Shen Qingqiu deliberately did not mention Tan Yun's murder. It can be seen how much he protects Tan Yun.
Hearing these words, the other eight chiefs looked different, but did not say anything.
On the other hand, the Holy Soul Daoist seemed to have thought of something extremely terrifying. His old body shook, and he suddenly stood up from his seat. A powerful aura surged out of his body, shrouding the more than one million disciples in the audience.
The next moment, the Holy Soul Daoist withdrew his spiritual knowledge, his old body trembled slightly, and stared at Shen Qingqiu, his tone was hurried and anxious, "Shen Qingqiu, answer this chief quickly, where is my great-grandson Changkong?"
"Chief, calm down." Shen Qingqiu's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he said in fear, "Reporting to Chief, your great-grandson unfortunately died during the trial in the Falling God Canyon."
"Die...die..."
These three words kept reverberating deep in the mind of the Holy Soul Daoist, like a thunderstorm bombarding his body and mind!
The Holy Soul Daoist first trembled with his wrinkled hands, and immediately, his legs and even his whole body trembled violently.
He burst into tears and sighed, "More than two years ago, Changkong came to the inner door to look for me, saying what to do with Murong Kun, and he lost ninety-eight million low-grade spirit stones."
"I also beat him and scolded him a few times. I didn't expect... I didn't expect that it was me and my great-grandson, the last time!
"God! Why is it so unfair to me, Changkong is the only bloodline of my Linghu family!"
The Holy Soul Daoist shed tears, and the sorrow in his eyes was beyond words.
Looking at the grief-stricken appearance of the Holy Soul Daoist, it was surprisingly unanimous that no one of the other eight chiefs on the seat stepped forward to comfort him. Not even a word of sympathy!
because!
Because since the ancestors sat down 50,000 years ago, Huangfu Shengzong has been divided into nine major factions, going up to the holy gate and down to the inner gate.
The nine major factions all admit that their own faction is the orthodox of Huangfu Shengzong. Over time, there is a situation where the inner door, the immortal door, and the holy door, the nine major factions are in the same line, and the nine-legged confrontation is established.
Even the current suzerain cannot eliminate the disputes between the nine major factions and complete the unified situation when the patriarch was alive!
Therefore, the sadness of the Holy Soul Daoist, the other eight chiefs, turned a blind eye.
Immortal Gate is ruthless, Heaven is ruthless, and this is the only way.
At this time, only the outer sect elders, who are the lowest level, comforted each other:
"People can't be resurrected from the dead, and I also ask the chief to mourn and obey."
"Yes, chief, it's important to take care of your health."
"..."
The sound of consolation from the elders of the outer sect echoed in his ears, and the Taoist of the Holy Soul sighed, and then, gnashing his teeth, he glanced at Tan Yun and other 861 trial disciples, and roared: "Tell this chief, Changkong is being controlled by He Monster Beast. Kill, this chief is going to tear that damned monster out of the cramps and smash the bones into ashes!"
The anger after the grief deeply stimulates every nerve of the Holy Soul Daoist!
Endless anger, he needs to vent!
The object of catharsis is the culprit who killed the great-grandson!
Facing the roar of the Holy Soul Daoist, Tan Yun froze in his heart, but Mu Mengjia, Zhong Wu Shiyao, Xue Ziyan, and Rong Rong were pale and bowed their heads silently.
The other 856 disciples in the Fetal Soul Realm pursed their lips, fearing that Tan Yun would retaliate in the future, and looked hesitant!
"What are you hesitating about!" The Holy Soul Taoist was furious, "Answer this chief!"
"Plop plop..."
Immediately, the 856 disciples knelt down in fright, one of them closed his eyes tightly, his body trembled, his voice trembled violently, "Reporting to the head... Chief, Senior Brother Linghu was not killed by monsters, but by... Tan Senior Brother Yun killed, harmed, harmed...death."
