Chapter 181 (2/2)

Old Yun calmed down. Now it's the time when liuyuezong's life and death are at stake. He raised his head and looked into the distance. He saw another tiger sitting on the chariot. Hu Buyu stood awe inspiring in shining gold armor and holding a dragon's head sword.

”This is the iron sand army!” old Yun was shocked. Huang Fuxiong even invited the most elite iron sand army of the Jade Empire!

Huang Fuxiong's tiger garrison chariot slowly landed next to Hu Buyu. He looked at old Yun and said faintly, ”Mr. Yun, let's talk about it, shall we?”

Have a good talk? Talk about your sister!

Old Yun almost ran away again. You killed so many disciples of liuyuezong. Now you want to talk to me?

”Huang Fuxiong, Hu Buyu, who gives you the power to kill liuyuezong?” old cloud pressed down his anger and asked angrily.

”Martial uncle, there's nothing to talk about! Let's kill Huang Fuxiong and Hu Buyu first to pay tribute to the wronged soul of Liuyue sect!” the man in Liuyun raised green veins on his whole face and stepped in the air for a hundred meters in a flash. Zhenyuan gathered frantically towards the center of his right hand and turned into a small emerald seal. Then his right hand was held over his head. The small seal rapidly enlarged, the world changed color, and the gods and ghosts were surprised, Liuyue sect inherits the lower martial arts of the earth level, and the ten square seal!

After that, the weapons in the hands of Xiong batian, Kong Zhuo and Yang Qian were cold and glittering, and the fierce breath was ready to come out, and their faces were ferocious.

”The mantis arm is the cart!” Hu Buyu gave a cold hum and raised his right hand: ”knot kill array!”

Tens of thousands of silver soldiers roared in unison, and their murderous spirit soared into the air. Strands of purple air flow like substance gathered together to form a huge palm to block out the sky and the sun.

The palm of his hand appeared, which made everyone's heart twitch violently. The person with lower cultivation suddenly appeared a sea of corpses in front of him. He was scared, his evil spirit penetrated his body and went into the bone and marrow.

Even master Yun and master Liuyun, the powerful king of martial arts, felt the extreme danger from that huge hand. If they were photographed, I'm afraid none of the liuyuezong people present could survive.

”Hehe, master Liuyun, we'd better sit down and have a good talk. We don't want to see liuyuezong destroyed!” Huang Fuxiong took up his hands and said with a smile.

Threat, this is a red / naked / naked threat!

Liuyuezong's high-level anger almost broke out and turned into volcanic lava to burn each other to ashes, but facing that terrible palm, even yunlao and Liuyun felt powerless.

”Then I'll listen to you. What are you going to talk about today?” old Yun stopped several people in Liuyun, looked at Huangfu Xiong and locked him.

”My request is not high. As long as Liuyue sect can hand over the outstanding surviving disciples for General Hu's dispatch, and from then on, the top level of Liuyue sect will swear to be loyal to the Empire and provide fresh blood for the army every year. Of course, the Empire will not treat you badly. There will be a lot of resources for you every year.” Huang Fuxiong said faintly.

Huangfu Xiong paused and continued: ”of course, except for one person, that is Lan Yu. He must die!”

Old cloud sneered and said, ”call me liuyuezong to submit to the royal family? I'm afraid you royal family don't have enough appetite. Be careful to be sustained!” liuyuezong has existed as an independent force for hundreds of years. No emperor of all dynasties dared to attack liuyuezong. It's not because of anything else, because liuyuezong is powerful.

Master Liuyun's face was gloomy. He looked at Huang Fuxiong and said coldly, ”Huang Fuxiong, why don't you invite the people behind you out?”

Huang Fuxiong is the prince of the Jade Empire. He can be said to be below one person and above ten thousand people. However, relying on himself, he absolutely does not have the courage to challenge liuyuezong. Behind him, there must be a big man who is powerful enough to mobilize thousands of troops.

At this time, Hu Buyu waved his hand, and suddenly the huge hand on the sky slowly fell down. A burst of wind and clouds surged. The oppressive force could still be clearly felt across a distance of hundreds of meters, which made many Liuyue sect disciples feel as if they were pressed on a mountain. Blood gushed from their mouth and the stone slabs under their feet broke.

Hu Bu Yu said in a deep voice: ”hand over Lan Yu, submit to the royal family, and spare you not to die!”

Huang Fuxiong's eyes flickered coldly, glanced at the bottom and said, ”listen to me, everyone. Now stand in line. Those who are willing to submit to the royal family, stand to the left, and have a lot of rewards! Enjoy the unique cultivation resources of the Qinghuang Pavilion, and serve in the army in the future. Those with outstanding military achievements will be granted a general! Respected by thousands of people! Whoever doesn't obey, kill!”

”Kill!”

A group of silver soldiers roared together. The sound wave was loud and powerful, which caused great pressure on the disciples of Liuyue sect.

The eyes of many disciples below began to twinkle. Many of them came to Liuyue sect to practice, but only to improve their accomplishments. One day they will leave Liuyue sect, work for the Empire and become the power behind the curtain. From then on, they have almost no relationship with Liuyue sect. The only thing they can remember in the future is that I used to be a disciple of Liuyue sect.

It's just a title. What's the use of asking or not? Fame is not even a fart compared to life.

Suddenly, many people below began to stand in line. Some took the lead, and others gathered to the left. Before long, the team reached 300 people.

Many of the remaining disciples are sweating and hesitating on their forehead. These people are grateful to the sect. Without liuyuezong, they would not be today. They are told to betray the sect and live in a muddle. They are sorry only in conscience.

Old cloud looked at the disciples standing in line and looked sad. Were they wrong? Perhaps there is nothing wrong. No one is not afraid in the face of death. As long as he can live, how much is morality worth?