Chapter Five Hundred and Ninety Third: Zong Jun

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As the cracks in the void disappeared, three men and one woman walked up to Chu Yan and Li Wutian in the side hall, looking at them full of doubts. 13579246810ggaawwx..

"Shut up! Hurry up and see... the suzerain!"

Li Wutian yelled, pointed his right hand at Chu Yan, and stared at the three men and one woman who had just arrived.

metropolitan! ?

This human being is... suzerain! ?

When Li Wutian's voice fell to the ground, the three men and one woman were stunned at the same time!

If they didn't know, the eldest brother never joked, I'm afraid he would have laughed out loud by now.

However, even so, the three men and one woman still looked suspicious and dull...

This martial artist who is only at the eighth level of true martial arts will be... the suzerain! ?

They lost nearly 100,000 years with the sect, and now suddenly a young warrior popped up, who turned out to be... the sect master! ?

how can that be! ?

One hundred thousand years... Except for a few of their banner envoys and some elders, everyone who left the sect at that time has gradually lost with the passage of time...

For endless years, these envoys who hold the banner have been thinking about how to return to the sect all the time!

Among them, Li Wutian is looking forward to the most. Almost every time the two major holy sects hold trials, he will try to contact the disciples of the two sects in various ways, hoping to get some news about the Rakshasa soul Tianzong...

But how many of these young disciples knew about the sect tens of thousands of years ago, so, for endless years, everyone has been used to being disappointed.

Therefore, in their view, Brother Li Wutian might really go crazy and grab a disciple of the two sects at random...

"Brother! You..."

Seeing Li Wutian's excited face, several people suddenly felt sour in their hearts...

"Brother! He's just a boy..."

The enchanting woman said lightly, her red lips trembling slightly.

"Brother,

We know you look forward to Zongmen, but... Alas! "

A sigh sounded, several people glanced at Li Wutian, their eyes relaxed at the same time, and they couldn't believe it at all...

Hum...!

At this moment, Chu Yan, who had been sneering and silent, suddenly raised his hand and turned it over, and a shiny black token appeared on his palm.

Holy Rakshasa order!

An ancient and majestic aura swept across the audience in an instant. After the aura passed by, several people, including Li Wutian, shook their bodies at the same time. They stared dumbfounded at the dark token in Chu Yan's hand...

"what…!?"

"This... How is this possible!?"

"This is... Holy... Holy Raksha Order!"

As soon as the Holy Rakshasa Token in Chu Yan's hand appeared, the pupils of the five shrank suddenly, their whole bodies trembled violently, and thunderbolts exploded in the sea of ​​consciousness...

Roar~!

The phantom of the Rakshasa rose out of the sky, and the majestic figure almost lifted the roof of the side hall. Thousands of golden lights shot out from the golden fork, like a round of golden sun...

thump! thump! thump!

The appearance of the Rakshasa deity caused several flag bearers who were in a sluggish state of mind to instantly change their expressions, their whole bodies softened, and they knelt down on the ground at the same time...

"See the Sovereign!"

"See the Sovereign!"

"..."

Including Li Wutian, four men and one woman, trembling all over, knelt on the ground, six blood-red eyes, shining with a dazzling crimson light...

At this time, in their hearts, thunder and lightning returned, and the peak and huge waves were full of excitement and astonishment...

Holy Rakshasa order!

The golden fork Rakshasa deity!

If it is still possible for the Holy Rakshasa Order to fall into the hands of others, then the "Golden Chakra Rakshasa Deity" is definitely only available to the Suzerain...

Therefore, there is no doubt that this young man in black robe is the Rakshasa Soul Heavenly Sect... the Sovereign!

"Get up!"

Chu Yan put away the Holy Raksha Order and Raksha Phantom, and said lightly.

"Yes, suzerain!"

Several people stood up at the same time, their attitudes were extremely respectful, and their whole bodies were trembling with excitement...

Chu Yan's spiritual consciousness enveloped several people. As soon as they came into contact with the body breath of several people, they felt Chu Yan's spiritual consciousness, and quickly withdrew their whole body breath, allowing Chu Yan's spiritual consciousness to pour into their bodies, not daring to resist at all...

"Yes, Not Bad…."

The spiritual consciousness swept through the bodies of several people, Chu Yan nodded, and he confirmed that they were all sincere, pure spiritual consciousness, and extremely loyal people.

Chu Yan's consciousness flickered involuntarily. He didn't know how the Rakshasa Soul Tianzong managed the sect, and all the subordinates were so loyal.

From Mo Xiong and Zongzheng who I met at the beginning, to Elder Qingyun later, and now to these several banner envoys, all of them are extremely loyal to the Rakshasa Soul Tianzong, even if tens of thousands of years have passed, they still have a heart for the sect blood...

This much moved Chu Yan a little!

"Li Wutian, tell me about the situation of your Twelve Banners!"

Chu Yan sat lightly with a golden knife on his horse, looking at the few people standing on the side below, and said in a deep voice.

"Reporting to the suzerain, our Twelve Banners are the clan army of the Raksha Soul Heavenly Sect! When the sect was besieged back then, our Twelve Banners Army with a total of 1.2 billion troops fought against the enemy clan's army and was completely damaged. Even the envoys in charge of the banner lost a total of seven people, and only five of the envoys in charge of the banner were activated by the suzerain and sent away. Xun lived in the world...!"

Li Wantian's voice was low, as if recalling the devastating battle back then, his voice choked...

"Zongjun!? 1.2 billion Zongjun!?" Chu Yan was startled.

Although he also knew that most powerful sects had their own sect armies, he never expected that the Rakshasa Soul Heavenly Sect back then had 1.2 billion sect troops. How powerful would this be...

You know, the Zongmen army is not composed of ordinary people, most of them are composed of middle-level disciples in the Zongmen, all of whom are warriors...

"Yes, ten thousand years ago, my twelve bannermen were divided into twelve banner armies, and the first banner army had 100 million troops!"

"But now, the army of the Twelve Banners sect has less than 10,000 people... I... I am ashamed of the sect... I am guilty!"

As he spoke, Li Wutian wept uncontrollably, knelt down in front of Chu Yan again, hit his head on the ground, and repeatedly pleaded guilty...

Several other people also knelt down on the ground, their eyes were bloodshot, their faces full of aggrieved air, their fists clenched tightly, their heads bowed...

"Get up! Go on..."

Chu Yan waved his hand and said coldly. As the suzerain, even if Chu Yan couldn't bear it in front of his subordinates, he still had to maintain the majesty of the suzerain.

"Yes, suzerain!"

Hearing this, Li Wutian stood up, and after calming down a little, he continued.

"The previous suzerain, seeing that our sect's army was about to be killed or wounded, activated one of the sect guards' formations to send out the survivors of our sect's army. When we rushed back to the sect, we found that the sect... It has been breached, the entire sect was lost, and the suzerain died in battle..."

"After we buried everyone, we followed the suzerain's will to find the eight ancient sects, seek their shelter, and wait for the successors of the sect to appear. Don't think, this class will be... 100,000 years!"

Li Wutian's voice was deep and low. During the commentary, several flag bearers around him were all moved and weeping...

"Fortunately... the sky is endless, my Rakshasa Soul Tianzong, we finally waited for you... the suzerain!"

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