Chapter 571
The top of the Demonic Stream Sect!
The red carpet paved the way!
The powerful disciples stood on the mountain road, ready for battle.
The solemn atmosphere gathered in the void, showing the solemnity of today.
Many chairs have been placed on the platform.
The Blood Evil Sword Sect, Wind Demon Sect and other outer sects are sitting on both sides.
The main seat is a chair comparable to the throne, painted with gold powder, shining extremely.
"Humph, the Demonic Stream Sect Master is so grand, is he trying to be the emperor?"
The Wind Demon Sect Master looked at the golden chair and sneered.
"Haha! I'm afraid that he doesn't have the fate of an emperor, but has the emperor's disease! Today, the Demonic Stream Sect doesn't know what he will face!"
The Blood Evil Sect Master sneered.
Their eyes are all equally mocking and gloomy.
In their opinion, everything held by the Demonic Stream Sect today is just a clown.
"The Sect Master is here!"
Amid the shouts, the Sect Master of Demon Stream, Chong Yuzhi, brought many elders to the mountaintop.
The moment his feet landed, the noisy sound became quiet.
Chong Yuzhi walked to the side of the throne, but did not sit down, but stood with his hands behind his back.
"Huh?"
The Sect Master of Blood Evil and the Sect Master of Wind Demon looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.
This chair was not for the Sect Master of Demon Stream, so who was it?
Chong Yuzhi bowed slightly, "Please come in, ancestor!"
Ancestor!
Under the stage, the Sect Master of Blood Evil and others were all shocked.
As far as they knew, the Demon Sword Ancestor had fallen for countless years.
Could he not be dead?
You have to know that the Demon Sword Ancestor's strength is very terrifying.
If he were in charge today, the Sect Master of Blood Evil and others might not be able to accomplish anything.
Just as they were surprised, the sky suddenly brightened.
Holy Light in the Sky!
An overwhelming pressure rose from behind the Demonic Stream Sect.
Everyone's heart trembled.
This pressure may not be violent, but it is full of sacred and magnificent aura.
Even the strong ones like the Blood Demon Sect Master felt a palpitation.
It was a feeling as if they had seen a fairy god, which was shocking and made people feel insignificant.
"I don't ask the sky, I don't respect the earth, I'm not in the three realms, I don't stand in the five elements, I am the only god!"
In the clear rhyme of poetry, two figures, one big and one small, floated over.
"That is..."
The pupils of the leader of the Blood Demon Sword Sect suddenly shrank.
The other sect masters also became nervous.
The Wind Demon Sect Master murmured: "The Tang family... the master who defies the heaven!"
At this moment, all eyes on the top of the Demonic Stream Peak were focused on Tang Xuan.
That supreme grace deeply impressed everyone.
The disciples of the Demonic Stream Sect, starting with Chong Yuzhi, all knelt on one knee.
"Welcome, ancestor!"
The Blood Evil Sword Sect's heart sank.
"Damn it, I didn't expect that the Tang family's rebellious leader would become the ancestor of the Demonic Flow Sect. This is troublesome!"
The Wind Demon Sect's leader sneered: "It doesn't matter, let him be proud first, there will be a lot for him to suffer later, the power of one person can't change the overall situation!"
The Blood Evil Sect's leader nodded slowly.
Because the three Tiandao Sects had already prepared a huge net for Tang Xuan, just to kill him.
As long as Tang Xuan died, the so-called Demonic Sword Sect was nothing in their eyes.
Under the gaze of everyone, Tang Xuan brought Tang Jue to the throne.
Tang Xuan waved his sleeves and sat down calmly.
The imperial chair usually appears in the palace.
This is a martial arts sect, and the imperial chair seems very inconsistent.
But after Tang Xuan sat on it, it seemed very suitable.
Because all the vulgarity was covered by his momentum.
In other words, the throne is no longer important.
Tang Xuan is the center of the world.
After he sat firmly, Chong Yuzhi opened his mouth and shouted.
"The sword sacrifice ceremony of the Demonic Flow Sect begins!"
Tang Xuan nodded to Tang Jue.
Tang Jue stepped out.
"Hey, who is this kid?"
"Oh my god, the sword sacrifice ceremony was actually hosted by a kid, crazy!"
"Hehe, there is no one left in the Demonic Flow Sect!"
Except for the Blood Evil Sect Master who knew a little about Tang Jue's strength, the rest of the leaders of the many sects present all looked disdainful.
The sword sacrifice ceremony is extremely important for a sect.
It can even be said to be the face of a sect.
In theory, the best disciples of the sect should host it.
But Tang Jue is no more than ten years old, and he still has a childish aura.
Letting him host it, isn't it a joke?
Tang Jue looked straight ahead and walked towards the top of the peak step by step.
At the top of the peak, there is a small platform.
On the platform are the supplies for the sacrifice.
There are ninety-nine steps from the platform to the top.
The way of heaven is not satisfied, so there are rarely 100 steps.
JustAs Tang Jue stepped onto the steps, a sect leader sneered.
"In a martial arts competition, sword sacrifice is a sacred ceremony, Chong Yuzhi, you are fooling us!"
Chong Yuzhi raised his eyebrows.
"This is a century-old event of my Demon Sword Sect, how can you fool us!"
"Hmph, if you are not fooling us, then why do you want to send a child here? What qualifications does he have to sacrifice the sword!"
The sect leader pointed at Tang Jue.
At this time, Tang Xuan said, "I think he is qualified!"
"Hahaha, what a crazy tone, I can't control you being arrogant in the Tang family, but this is the prison, not your territory! The head of the Tang family!"
The sect leader laughed wildly, and his contempt was evident in his words.
On the square, Feiyu Jianfei raised her eyebrows.
"Are you so anxious to make trouble? You are looking for death!"
Cao Jian crossed his arms and looked at the sect leader with pity.
"The first bird to stick its head out gets shot, what an idiotic behavior!"
Tang Xuan looked at the clan leader and laughed.
"Whether it's the Tang family or the prison, in my eyes, there is no difference. My son... is invincible at the same level, and fighting against higher-level players is like eating and drinking water! It's enough to crush you guys!"
"Hahaha, this clan leader is laughing to death, and he is invincible at the same level, and fighting against higher-level players is like eating and drinking water. What a big tone!" The clan leader was spitting.
"Tang Xuan, if it was you who sacrificed the sword, this clan leader might be a little bit afraid, but a ten-year-old kid is simply a joke!"
Tang Jue spoke.
"Really? Then I, Tang Jue, am here to challenge all of you. Anyone who is not convinced by my sword sacrifice can come up and fight, and see who... can force me down!"
"How dare you, you little brat, you are so arrogant. Then this sect master will let you know what it means that there are always people better than you and there are always heavens better than you! Kill!"
With a shout of "kill", two supreme auras emerged and burst out from behind the sect master.
In the air, a sharp palm wind has swept over.
"Soul-shattering Palm!"
"Soul-splitting Kick!"
The powerful martial arts, with the blessing of the supreme aura, made a sound like thunder.
The terrifying strong wind stirred up the wind and clouds.
These two moves are also the strongest martial arts of the Jinghun Sect.
The one who made the move was the direct disciple of the Jinghun Sect Master, whose cultivation reached the supreme transcendent realm.
His strength is very powerful.
At this moment, the power they exerted together would kill even a Void Realm cultivator, and it would be difficult for a Real Realm cultivator to cope with it.
A ferocious smile appeared on the corner of the Jinghun Sect Master's mouth.
In his opinion, Tang Jue was doomed.
"This first achievement is mine!"
Facing the attacks of the two powerful men, Tang Jue smiled calmly.
Between the waves of his hands, the air waves were overflowing.
Bang!
In the dull sound, the ultimate move was shattered, and the bodies of the two direct disciples were directly beaten into a reverse bow shape, blood gushed out of their mouths, and they fell into the abyss with shrill screams.
The whole audience was silent.
Tang Xuan sighed.
"Why can't some people be persuaded!"
