Pi Junzi followed the young master sneakily behind the Kuangdao Shaojun. When he walked into the hall, he leaned his head and looked around for a while. He suddenly saw the group of pale precepts. He was so scared that he had a cold war and said, "Precepts?"

Everyone hears Pi Junzi's words.

The expressions of the people from the Heavenly Clan and the Three Immortal Sect have become extremely complicated. Why can these guys from the Divine Palace recognize their own precepts at a glance?

Then I heard Pi Junzi start to blame him: "I haven't done anything bad recently! Hey? If so, it was also done by this idiot Hanshan. He was cheated by a little girl, which attracted the Mingjiao clan. The precepts department's decision to find someone to settle the score, and also to find Hanshan!"

Pi Junzi turned around and pointed at the Hanshan Shaojun in the crowd and shouted: "It's him, it's him, it's him, it's him who did it. It's him who hooked up the Mingjiao clan! The masters of the Discipline Department want to arrest people, arrest him, and recognize his little face, so don't catch them wrong!"

Qingyang and Heizhen coughed at the same time.

Elder Tieluo waved his big slap, slapped Pi Junzi on the head, and shouted in a low voice: "Shut up!"

Qingyang snorted coldly, and he slowly stretched out his hand, took out a miserable white mask like white porcelain, and slowly put it on his face.

The long hair flew, and the white long gown instantly turned into a dead white that was exactly the same as the tight armor of the men and women in the Disciplines. Qingyang slowly raised his head, and a very cold and ruthless atmosphere swept across the hall with an absolutely cold and cold aura.

"The Precepts Department, punish the white-clothed envoy!"

Whether it was the Heavenly Clan, the Three Immortal Sect, or even the Divine Palace, some people were so scared that they screamed. Several Heavenly Clan’s heads and elders had their legs weakened and they sat on the ground with a "splash"!

Being able to scare these senior executives of the Heavenly Clan who are always high and domineering in this way... It can be seen how terrifying Qingyang's identity is in their hearts.

The Black Needle Monster laughed, and he also took out a white mask and slowly buckled it on his face.

The long hair flew, and the color of the black long gown suddenly changed, becoming deep and withered. The same cold and ruthless aura spread out from the black needle's body, like a cold current under the polar ice ocean, instantly submerging everyone present.

"The Department of Precepts, Black-clothed Envoy!" A few more screams came, and more than a dozen people sat on the ground "gudong" and couldn't stand up for a long time.

Chu Tian suddenly closed his eyes, he patted his forehead, and sighed: "So that's it. Whether it is the Heavenly Clan, the Three Immortal Sect, or the Divine Palace, the Three Immortal Sect was originally one, and the Precepts Department is all common internally! The Three Immortal Sect, the Three Immortal Sect..."

Chu Tian murmured to himself: "It is said that there are three ancestors of the mountain in the Three Immortal Sect. I think that among these three ancestors of the mountain, one is the ancestor of the Heavenly Clan, and one is the ancestor of the Divine Palace. Hehe, three ancestors, three forces... Over the years, everyone has been fighting to the death and their feelings are all playing games!"

Chu Tian's murmuring was indeed mild, but everyone in the hall was very clear-headed. He could hear the sound of the wings of mosquitoes swaying thousands of miles away. His words were heard in everyone's ears, but it seemed like a muffled thunder slammed everyone's hearts.

Qingyang... Punishing the White Clothes made him giggle. At this moment, even his laughter seemed to be filled with countless ice slags, making people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

"The little Tianshi is right. Three families are originally one, just one family!" Qing Yang laughed coldly: "So many years of fighting and killing are indeed a game for those of us who know the truth. But for you, is it a game?"

Hei Needle giggled and laughed strangely, and the laughter was even colder and rude than Qingyang.

Jin Tiexin and others opened their mouths and couldn't speak for a long time. For Qingyang and others who knew the truth, the war between the Heavenly Clan, the Divine Palace, and the Three Immortal Sects may be a game.

But for them who participated in the battle personally, can this be considered a game?

Hundreds of millions of monks fought in the Fallen Star Ocean and Tianlu, and countless monks fell like dust. On the bloody battlefield, if there were powerful people fighting, their random battle aftermath might kill hundreds of thousands of low-level monks.

There are also large-scale destructive weapons such as the City Fire Crossbow and the Chaos Fire Crossbow, as well as large war formations, powerful flying boats, battle forts, and countless puppet legions to rush back and forth. Every day, there are tens of thousands of cultivators who die in battle, hundreds of thousands of...

In the past wars, there were some particularly bloody battlefields, and millions of low-level monks fell in one day!

The flesh and blood millstone made of countless flesh and blood and souls, this cannot be a game!

The hall was silent, and suddenly the Mad Sword Young Master suddenly shouted: "Then our persistence over the years, our hard work over the years, and our sacrifice over the years...what is his mother's sake?"

The Mad Dao Shaojun's tears flowed out.

For so many years, he and Pi Junzi have partnered through the land of God's Blessing and the Land of Heaven, struggling to survive under the crazy pursuit of the Heavenly Clan, and constantly developing and strengthening the power of the God Palace. They sneaked attacks on the strongholds of the Heavenly Clan, killed the monks of the Heavenly Clan, and used various means to win over the descendants of the ancient gods from the Land of God's Blessing to join the God Palace, silently accumulating strength to fight against the Heavenly Clan and spiritual cultivation!

ha!

Their life-and-death enemies are actually in the same group as them!

The heavenly clan and spiritual cultivation are family, the spiritual cultivation and the divine palace are family, and the godly clan and the heavenly clan are family!

Even the precepts department, which scares the disciples of the three forces most, is simply used in one and a joint manner!

The white-clothed envoy, the black-clothed envoy, appeared in their nightmare countless times when they were young. It turned out that it was also the nightmare in the hearts of disciples of the Heavenly Clan and the Three Immortal Sect!

ha!

"What are we doing for?" Kuangdao Shaojun murmured to himself, his whole body seemed to collapse.

"The big waves wash away the sand... Only the strongest is qualified to survive!" Qingyang said coldly and ruthlessly: "Only when facing powerful enemies can people activate all potential and all their foundations, and become stronger at the fastest speed!"

"Only the strong are qualified to survive, and only the strong are qualified to enjoy the power and resources of this world!" Heizhen said coldly: "The three families stand together, fight against each other, and the waves wash away the sand, and all the sand gets gold! What we want is real gold, not gravel."
Chapter completed!