C81

Chapter 81 - Submission

Feng Sheng Lan looked at the appearance of these four warriors who were at the same cultivation level as him and frowned slightly. He looked at the four elders with interest: "Why, are there only this many people who want to overthrow my Sacred Mountain?"

"Do you really think that there is no one in our Holy Mountain?" Feng Sheng Lan's last words were no longer teasing like before, but rather filled with a harsh tone.

Bei Chenlingxiao from the Imperial Family looked at Bei Mingning and the other two, and said in a calm tone: "The three of you aren't thinking of retreating, are you? Even if you do not attack the Holy Mountain today, the Holy Mountain will remember you. Am I right, Master?

Bei Chenlingxiao really wanted to pull out the tumor called Holy Mountain, because they realized that the sense of belonging that they felt towards the disciples who were sent to the Holy Mountain was not strong after they came back. Forget about letting them go to war, they wouldn't even do anything even if they were sent there to do something, but since the Holy Mountain had a mission for them, they would definitely not hesitate when doing it.

Moreover, the number of disciples that came back were getting fewer and fewer. The Holy Mountain claimed that they died doing a mission, and the other big families were also doing the same. At this time, they were starting to doubt what the Holy Mountain was doing to kill so many people. Moreover, they all knew that the Holy Mountain descended here hundreds of years ago, so they couldn't help but doubt it.

"En, you are right. The dignity of the Holy Mountain cannot be challenged." Feng Sheng Lan slightly smiled and said.

Bei Mingning still had some atmosphere, he said angrily: "This old man will not beat a hasty retreat, as you have all seen, the Holy Mountain has heavily injured my four children, this old man will not rest easy with the Holy Mountain." Bei Mingning said resolutely, he had also seen the few words all of you were biting hard.

Old Demon Beichen, Old Demon Helian, Old Demon Meng and the others glanced at the furious Bei Mingning with a bit of guilt in their eyes, as if they were feeling a little uncomfortable.

Bei Chenlingxiao coughed lightly, a little uneasy. He turned his head to look at Helian Jun and Meng Luo, waiting for them to express their stance.

It was only when the two of them indicated that they would not retreat that Bei Chenlingxiao's aged face turned slightly better. He glanced at Feng Sheng Lan with a complicated expression and said: "This old man doesn't believe that those people have died. Just where did you send them?"

Feng Sheng Lan wrinkled her pretty eyebrows, and pondered for a while, before asking: "Oh, you found it?"

Helian Jun's heart was in turmoil. What were they planning to do with so many people? In addition to the Beichen Clan, the Beiming Clan, the Beiming Clan, and the Meng Clan, that was already twenty to thirty thousand disciples. Moreover, all of those disciples were outstanding people, so when he thought of this, he sucked in a breath of cold air.

Since he had thought of it, the others naturally thought of it as well. They all looked at each other with grave expressions on their faces.

Helian Jun, however, remained calm and collected as he said, "They were indeed sent away by you. Tell me, where did they go? Or else you will bear our anger."

Feng Sheng Lan looked at the four people standing in front of him with disdain, "They have been sent to the places they should go. The Holy Mountain's power is beyond your imagination."

Saying that, he laughed and said, "I, who stood in front of you as if you were facing a great enemy, although I don't want to admit it, I am indeed an existence at the bottom level of the Holy Mountain. Violet Bamboo Realm is an existence at the bottom level, you can imagine the depth of the Holy Mountain now. It is their good fortune to be able to serve the Sacred Mountain. "

The four of them sucked in a breath of cold air. The Violet Bamboo Realm was the lowest level of existence, so how terrifying would their upper echelons be? He frowned and looked at each other. If so, how should he choose? If they were to destroy this sacred mountain now, then tomorrow might not be the next day. Their family would definitely receive a devastating blow.

For a time, the four of them were silent.

Even Ning Yuechan, who was hiding in the shadows, frowned and said, "The Holy Mountain really is full of schemes. Not only do the countries have their own sects, they don't even know where their headquarters is. That makes one ponder deeply about it!"

"Isn't that an attack?" Ouyang Yu asked.

"No need, quickly go and check how many Sacred Mountain sub-schools there are in the Black Tortoise Continent." Looks like the four of us have to work together again, Ning Yuechan thought to herself.

"Yes." Ouyang Yu also understood the seriousness of the situation and hurriedly accepted the orders.

"Liu Yuxuan, arrange some men to break into the Sacred Mountain. Remember, you must be a pure rogue cultivator." Ning Yuechan stood there with her eyes slightly narrowed, deep in thought. She stood with her hands behind her back, exuding the aura of a king.

Even though Bei Mingning was furious, he could not joke about the life and death of the Beiming Clan.

The old man Meng Xin, who hadn't said anything from the start, sighed and said, "Let's go, at worst, we won't send the disciples of our clan to the Holy Mountain anymore. I believe that the Holy Mountain won't be annihilated as long as we don't go into hiding, after all, it's famous outside, so we old things need to be prepared, and no one knows how long the Holy Mountain will last. Since Feng Sheng Lan has already confessed to us, I don't think we'll be able to maintain this kind of situation for a long time."