Chapter 2072: The replacement conference ended (part 2)

Look back to Xiaoyao first.
Because of the appearance of the blood hoof, the powerful force urged has turned the entire square into a mess.
The originally smooth bluestone floor is now a wasteland of rubble.
And because the archways and gates of the main peak mountain are all halfway up the mountain, the shaky feeling makes the already depressed Xiaoyao Gate even more dilapidated.
This time the sect replacement meeting, even if Xiao Yu existed, it still caused the Xiaoyao sect disciples to suffer heavy casualties. There were already two hundred disciples left. Under the siege of the three sect disciples, they died on the spot. One.
The whole family is even more gloomy.
But the world is like this, the weak eat the strong, the life and death are fate, the dead rest in peace, the living still have to continue the next challenge and practice.
All the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect repaired the sect with a heavy heart, and ruined the dead brothers.
In the hall, Yin Bai, who was seriously injured, had been sent to recuperation. At this time, Xiao Yu, Wen Zhan, Jiang Yuan, and Han Yi were all present.
To be honest, no one at Xiaoyaomen feels so heavy.
On this day, the blow to Xiaoyaomen was destined to be very big.
Although A Fei and Baihong were killed, they were not happy at all.
The more Han Yi thought about it, the more angry he said, "Hou Chunyang, a traitor!! Sect Master should have killed him back then!"
Jiang Yuan said solemnly: "If I guessed right, maybe Hou Chunyang had been in contact with these demons 30 years ago."
Xiao Yu and Wen Zhan were silent.
Whether or not Hou Chunyang began to rebel thirty years ago, it doesn't matter now.
But what Xiao Yu knew, judging from his knowledge of the remnants of the Black Cliff Sect, even if he lay in an ambush for 30 years and cast the net widely, this was quite normal.
After all, in the past thousand years, the remnants of the Black Cliff Sect have been few, and they can use the space cracks, or some way to put Afei, Baihong, Qi Yin, or Ibona and other masters here, it is conceivable. Hei Yazong's scheming, and the determination to grind a sword in ten years is definitely not what ordinary people can imagine.
Thousands of years of brewing and thousands of years of waiting, even if it takes decades to lay out, ambush, and train their minions, this is not surprising.
Especially, what Xiao Yu has experienced during this period has already proved his conjecture.
Xiao Yu told Wen Zhan about the graves of the Western Regions, and the gloom in their hearts lingered even more.
Jiang Yuan frowned and muttered: "The last time Xiao Yu came back and told us that he killed a demon cultivator in the Azure Cloud Region, I was already surprised. Over the past hundreds of years, the Seven Sects have found a lot of black Yazong’s demonic cultivators exist, but ordinary people don’t even know about it. They think that the so-called demonic cultivators are those who kill people and get into trouble."
The aura of the Black Cliff Sect Demon Cultivator, the Seven Sects can find it unique, and the two types of Demon Cultivators that have appeared in the world of the Zongmen for hundreds of years have also confused many people.
The seven sect leaders knew it, but ordinary people didn't know it at all. The latter were only regarded as demonic cultivators with different factions.
Wen Zhan also nodded and said: "Yes, according to the truth, the space crack was sealed by the mighty one thousand years ago, and it is impossible for a man of good fortune level to enter."
Han Yi said, "Yeah, if that's the case, how did they get in?"
Xiao Yu recalled what Wu Chen had said to himself when he came to the hinterland of the Zongmen World from the Chenbei Dynasty, and said: "Actually, it was because a space crack appeared hundreds of years ago."
"what!?"