The Southern Region and the Eastern Region formed a group, and the two powerful men from the ninth level of the Western Regions were fighting.

Only the northern region of Daluotian is the most stable.

Perhaps because of the Taoist Lord, anyone who dares to cause trouble in the Northern Region will basically be seeking death.

Above the Tianzhu Mountain in the far north.

After teaching the disciples of Xinghe Martial Arts Academy, Meng Xinghe returned to the top of the mountain to play chess.

No one knows who Meng Xinghe is playing chess with, maybe it is himself, or this world.

The Kunlun Demon Sect in Chu Xiu in the East Region has developed well, while the Xinghe Martial Arts Academy has developed even better.

After all, Meng Xinghe's name is here, he is the peak powerhouse of the Ninth Heaven of Martial Immortal, and the most famous existence among the ancient priest lineage.

With Meng Xinghe personally teaching and explaining, this kind of opportunity was a great opportunity that could not be obtained in the past, but anyone could have it at this time. How could those casual cultivators and some warriors from small sects give up?

Therefore, the warriors who came to join the Xinghe Martial Arts Academy were flocking to it.

Even because the Xinghe Martial Arts Academy has no idea about the door, disciples from major sects such as Xuantian Realm sometimes come to listen to the class.

At this moment, a black spot from Meng Xinghe fell, and his mind suddenly trembled, and the black spot and the entire chessboard were instantly shattered.

Meng Xinghe looked at his hands, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

What happened that even the Ninth Heavenly Martial Immortal could not control his power?

At this time, another Gu Zun Fang Daochen from the Xinghe Martial Arts Academy came in and said carefully: "Dean, some news has been heard from the rivers and lakes, which may be due to some causal relationship with you."

Meng Xinghe's expression remained unchanged: "Oh? What news?"

Fang Daochen thought about it and thought about the language for a while. Finally, he just sighed and said something.

"Ye Weikong died at the hands of Chu Xiu."

Hearing this sentence, the expression on Meng Xinghe's face did not change at all, but there was a look of horror in Fang Daochen's eyes beside him.

The technique of his lineage is very unique, and his strength is great. Instead, he pursues the subtle changes in his power and uses small things to make a big difference.

Therefore, any slight fluctuation cannot be hidden from him, not only his strength, but also his soul and state of mind.

Although Meng Xinghe's expression did not change at this time, and even his power did not overflow, his state of mind seemed to Fang Daochen as stormy waves, sweeping wildly, like a flood of destruction!

Meng Xinghe's mentality was indeed not calm at this time, and it was not easy for him to maintain superficial calm now.

Previously, at the Guzun Conference, Meng Xinghe once told Chu Xiu that he and Ye Weikong had already taken two different paths, and would not interfere with each other's choices, and naturally they would not be entangled in grudges.

Meng Xinghe thought so at that time, but in fact, it was not until today that he heard the news of Ye Weikong's death that he realized that he had thought wrong and could not let go.

Although the path he chose was different from Ye Weikong, how could he let go of his friendship hundreds of years ago, countless bloody battles, brothers and brothers who live and die?

Meng Xinghe looked up at the starry sky, and in a trance, he seemed to see the young man he met when he had just stepped out of the wilderness forest.

The grand and heroic young man who shouted that he would become the leader of the largest sect in the Eastern Region and trampled both Lingxiao Sect and Huangtian Pavilion under his feet.

In his prime, he is full of heroism.

It is precisely because of this that Meng Xinghe, who has always been quiet and peaceful, was attracted by him and followed him to explore the world, create Hanjiang City, and create a legend of the East Region River.

But later, there was a disagreement between the two sides.

The heroic dreams and thrills of youth will be wiped out by time.

What Ye Weikong asked for was to make Hanjiang City the top sect in the Eastern Region and no longer be bullied by Lingxiao Sect and Huangtian Pavilion.

He did it, and he lost his goals and his former dreams.

Meng Xinghe is different. What he wants is larger and farther than a Hanjiang City, and it is above the endless starry sky!

So the two sides parted ways.

They got together because of their dreams, but now they part ways because of their dreams and go their own way.

After a while, Meng Xinghe gently spit out three words: "Brother Ye..."

He hasn't called this title for many years, and he hasn't seen many of Ye Weikong.

He thought he could let go of the past, but the great way was ruthless but the people were affectionate. How could he let go of the friendship for more than a hundred years so easily?

Meng Xinghe moved his hands, and a golden whisk was held in his hand, and a Taoist sword with a red sandalwood scabbard also fell on his back.

Fang Daochen was shocked: "Dean, what are you doing?"

Meng Xinghe pointed to his chest and said, "I have a knot in my heart.

If the knot in the heart is not removed, the road is hopeless.

I went to cut my heart."

Fang Daochen wanted to say something, but Meng Xinghe had turned into a starry light and disappeared from the spot.

Fang Daochen slapped his thigh in a hurry.

Of course he knew what Meng Xinghe was doing.

If it were other times, Meng Xinghe would not matter if he chose the entire Eastern Region, let alone killing Chu Xiu.

But in this sensitive period, any accident will cause variables in their previous plans.

Even now Fang Daochen couldn't help but blame Ye Weikong, who was already dead.

If you die, you will die, but if you die, you will cause trouble for yourself.

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Chu Xiu didn't know at this time, because of him, all the forces in Daluotian were already in chaos.

He is now preparing for the Eastern Region Alliance Conference.

Now there are only three real major forces in the entire Eastern Region, the Kunlun Demon Sect, the Lingxiao Sect and the Huangtian Pavilion.

Fifty percent of the other small forces joined the Kunlun Demon Sect, and 30 percent were some of the hard-core vassal forces of Lingxiao Sect and Huangtian Pavilion.

The other 20% are still outside these major sects.

Such a small force is either a slow reaction and has no big ambitions, or a medium force with a good strength, a little ambition, and unwilling to surrender to others.

This time Chu Xiu called them all over. In fact, what is called one thing is to unify the entire Eastern Region!

In the square of Kunlun Demon Sect, the leaders of various forces in the Eastern Regional Martial Arts World gathered again.

It was not long since they last came to Kunlun Demon Sect. During the Kunlun Demon Sect's founding ceremony, they were the leaders of the major forces in the Eastern Region Martial Arts, but they had sent people to come. Unexpectedly, they would have been there again so soon.

This time everyone present was whispering in secret. Even the slowest person felt a hint of anxiety and a hint of wrongness.

The Southern Region gathered the power of various sects to attack the Eastern Region, causing a storm to come. Now Chu Xiu called them all here again. What does it mean?

Everyone present looked at the first place again, where Zhong Qiushui and Qin Baiyuan were sitting.

However, they did not see anything valuable from the expressions and eyes of these two people.

In the previous battle, both Huangtian Pavilion and Lingxiao Sect suffered heavy losses.

Especially the Lingxiao Sect, it was almost destroyed, and the elites were dispersed, leaving only the old and the young, barely a trace of inheritance left.

After suffering such a huge loss, they all look like they are not close to each other.

After a while, Chu Xiu walked out of the inner hall, followed by Wei Shuya, Chen Qingdi, Xu Tianya and Fang Baidu.

Everyone present suddenly felt a stern.

It was not until now that they realized that at some point, so many strong people had gathered around Chu Xiu.

There are actually five martial immortals in the Kunlun Demon Sect, which is much more than when Lingxiao Sect was at its peak.

Everyone stood up and saluted respectfully at Chu Xiu: "Greetings to Master Chu!"

Chu Xiu waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Don't be too polite for you. I'll call you here today. I believe you already know what's going on.

The Daluotian has been calm for thousands of years. In the past, they were fighting and fighting within the four domains, but now it is about to evolve into a great battle, a battle for attacking the four domains.

Under such circumstances, no one in the entire Eastern Region can survive alone.”

Speaking of this, Chu Xiu showed a look of sadness on his face: "Just like a few days ago, the Southern Region attacked our Eastern Region. Huangtian Pavilion and Lingxiao Sect were both severely injured. My Kunlun Demon Sect almost suffered the traitor's poisonous hand in Hanjiang City and suffered heavy losses."

Everyone present looked a little strange.

As far as he knows, Huangtian Pavilion and Lingxiao Sect suffered heavy losses, which is true, but when did your Kunlun Demon Sect suffer severe damage?

Of course, no one of the people present dared to tear Chu Xiu's station at such a time. No matter how he said it, everyone present could listen.

Chu Xiu then said: "A lesson from the past is a warning. For the same mistake, I cannot make the same mistake again.

So this time I’ll find you all for one thing, that is, to unite the entire Eastern Region’s forces, establish the Eastern Region Alliance, and jointly fight against foreign enemies!”

No one present said anything. After a while, someone stood up and asked, "Dare you ask Master Chu, what can we get when we join the Eastern Region Alliance? What will we have to pay?"

Before Chu Xiu could answer, Zhong Qiushui suddenly stood up and said in a deep voice: "My Huangtian Pavilion is willing to incorporate into the Kunlun Demon Sect and become a vassal sect of the Kunlun Demon Sect. From now on, I will be sent to you, and I will have nothing to say!"

As soon as these words were said, everyone present was in an uproar. Even Chu Xiu did not expect that Zhong Qiushui would make such a decision.

Huangtian Pavilion was ten thousand years ago, and it was at the peak of the top sect when it was in the lower realm. Such existence naturally has its own dignity.

They can be destroyed, but they cannot be surrendered.

Just like when they fought against Wushen Sect and Daqianmen attacked Huangtian Pavilion before, even though the Huangtian Pavilion was forced to a dead end at that time, Zhong Qiushui would rather fight to the death than surrender. How could he choose to become a vassal of the Kunlun Demon Sect?
Chapter completed!