477, [Guarding the Heavenly Palace]

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For the aliens, they have a general understanding of the strength of the Demon Sect.

The Master is a temporarily unsolvable existence. Unless the gods take action, otherwise, even if the Lord personally goes to fight, the outcome is hard to say.

Then, the more difficult ones are the Master's disciples and the strongest sword in the world - [Sword Qi Near]!

Oh, by the way, I heard that the Demon Sect still has an old servant of the Master living in seclusion. When the two major sword sects came to ask for swords, this mute old man suppressed his cultivation and suppressed his cultivation to the same level as Ping Shanhai, and then defeated Ping Shanhai holding the [Divine Sword] with two swords.

These people are what the high priest is more afraid of.

Among the Master's disciples, he has fought with Gu Xiaoman. He knows very well that if his real body comes in person, Gu Xiaoman is definitely not his opponent.

As for the other disciples of the Master, let alone.

The third disciple sounds like a talisman master, and his realm should also be the eighth realm.

The fourth disciple is a little cat demon, and the high priest has also seen it.

As for the little disciple, it was Lu Xun who made the high priest hate him.

"If there is a chance, I must kill him with my own hands." The high priest said in his heart: "No! Can't kill him easily, torture him well!"

In the eyes of ordinary practitioners, Lu Xun is already a master, but in the eyes of the high priest, he is still the same as an ant.

After such an analysis, the high priest felt that taking the three clones of the Lord to the Demon Sect, and taking a few high-level aliens, it is completely possible to crush the Eastern Region Demon Sect!

And from the intelligence obtained now, it can be concluded that many masters of the Demon Sect have gone to other continents to provide support, which means that the current Eastern Region Demon Sect is weak in defense.

"This is an excessive trust in the master." The high priest can guess the idea of ​​the Demon Sect.

In their view, let alone the Demon Sect, even if it is the entire Eastern Region, it is enough to have the master to take care of it.

Thinking of this, the high priest suddenly realized that this is indeed the best time to invade the Eastern Region.

The Lord looked down at the High Priest whose expression kept changing, and said in a deep voice: "You can prepare early."

"Yes!" The High Priest bowed his hands to accept the order.

The Lord nodded, and then waved his hand, and three black shadows appeared that were one size smaller than him.

The three black shadows were about two meters long, looked exactly the same, and their strength was all in the ninth realm, which was converted into level 94.

Any of them could fight the High Priest head-on, and their strength was comparable.

But compared with the High Priest and the Second Priest's clones, the Lord's clones were more like zombies, like three puppets.

The High Priest knew very well that it was because the clones were not weak, and the Lord had a total of 9 clones. If they were not deprived of some of their spiritual intelligence, these 9 clones together could ride on his head.

And the number of these nine clones made the High Priest extremely envious.

The Lord raised his right hand and threw it lightly, and a simple bracelet was thrown to the High Priest.

The high priest raised his hand to take it and looked down.

The bracelet is the simplest black rope with a blood-colored bead.

There is a drop of black and purple blood in the bead, flowing on the bead wall and flashing a dim red light.

This is a drop of the essence of the Lord's life.

"Put it on, they will obey your orders." The Lord said lightly.

"Yes." The high priest put on the bracelet carefully. After putting it on, he found that he had a faint connection with the three clones that were more than two meters tall.

Although it is not to say that they are completely connected, it is enough for him to control them.

To be honest, in the heart of the high priest, these three clones are just to help him play assists, and he does not intend to use them as the main force to charge.

There is no way, who told them that they are the property of the leader.

If the leader lends you something, you must use it well, but you can't use it blindly.

In the eyes of the high priest, it doesn't matter if he gets injured, but don't damage these three clones.

In this regard, he is still very experienced.

His Majesty looked down at him and said, "Retreat."

"Yes." The figure of the high priest disappeared on the island and flew to the road to the East Region.

Although there are still 3 days, there is still plenty of time, but he can kill all the way.

As the most bloodthirsty of the three priests, how could he not participate in the third wave of the alien race's advent war?

He set out from the Mohai to the East Region, and the South Territory was a must-pass continent.

"Let's start with the South Territory." A strange smile appeared on the young face of the high priest, a bit like the smile of Zhang Zifeng in the male version of "Detective Chinatown".

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Three Thousand Mountains, Tianque Gate.

At this moment, the sun was setting, and the sky was not completely dark. But just now, darkness suddenly enveloped the earth.

A repressive atmosphere permeated everywhere in the Tianchen Continent, making people feel uncomfortable.

All signs indicate that something big is about to happen.

Mo Beihe had already received the warning from the Demon Sect.

"The third wave of alien invasion will be more terrible than the previous two combined." Mo Beihe thought about this in his heart, his face solemn.

The Three Thousand Mountains area had managed to withstand the first two waves of alien invasions.

Now, he didn't know what the final situation would be.

There were many sects in the Three Thousand Mountains area, and the number of players was also very large, which meant that there were not many practitioners here, and even from the density point of view, it was still relatively large.

But there is a lack of strong people here!

In such a huge Three Thousand Mountains, there is not even a strong person in the seventh realm. A great cultivator like Mo Beihe in the sixth realm is already the face of the Three Thousand Mountains.

If there are fewer high-level aliens among the aliens, or there are no very strong aliens, then it will be easy to deal with.

But if there are several high-level aliens comparable to the seventh realm, then it will be very difficult all of a sudden.

If you want to defeat the strong with the weak, you can only... use human lives to pile up!

At this moment, Mo Beihe knelt in the ancestral hall. This dwarf-like man looked up at the ranking of ancestors one by one and kowtowed three times silently.

"I, Mo Beihe, was originally a little beggar in a small town at the foot of the mountain. I had no father or mother, and I was hungry. When I was extremely hungry, I even had to compete with wild dogs for food."

"Thanks to the master's appreciation, he saw my roots, accepted me into the sect, taught me to read and write, taught me to practice, and treated me as his own child."

"Back then, the little beggar in the small town never thought that one day I would sit on the position of the master of a sect."

"My disciples respect me, my fellow disciples help me, and the ancestor even forcibly broke through the dead gate and saved my life."

"Everything I have is given by the sect."

The dwarf's head was always on the ground, and his forehead touched the ground, and he kept muttering.

"Today, I will definitely live up to the sect's grace."

After saying this, he stood up and pushed open the door of the ancestral hall.

He raised his hand and the long spear [Guyong], which was much taller than him, fell into his hand.

Outside the door, the elders of Tianque Sect had been waiting for a long time.

"Brothers and sisters, do you still remember the ghost king we met when we went down the mountain to train?" Mo Beihe seemed to think of something and suddenly laughed.

"How could I forget? If it weren't for my sword, Fifth Brother would have died long ago!" The third elder of Tianque Gate laughed.

"Third Brother, don't joke here. After you saved me, I stabbed the ghost king. Otherwise, Third Brother would have died on the spot. At most, I owe you half my life." The fifth elder said unhappily.

The elders talked to each other, with smiles on their faces.

At that time, they were only practitioners of the third and fourth realms, but they met the ghost king of the fifth realm at the foot of the mountain.

With their cultivation, they could have joined forces to escape, but they didn't.

Because behind them was a small village, where they asked for a sip of water to drink, and the village chief even made a roast chicken for them.

What's more, they were young, and how could they not be proud when they heard the respected "Immortal Master" again and again?

In the end, everyone paid the price of serious injuries and killed the ghost king.

After returning to the sect, their master, the former leader of Tianque Sect, asked about this matter, and they answered truthfully.

The master did not praise them, but poured a large bowl of wine for everyone on the table at night, and drank it very happily and proudly.

After drinking too much wine, the serious master laughed out loud and said: "Looking at the entire Three Thousand Mountains, which cultivator's disciples are as young as my Mo Qingshan's disciples, guarding a village and killing a ghost king!"

At that time, Tianque Sect was still going downhill, and the master had a heavy burden on his shoulders, but he drank very happily that day, for a very simple reason - he saw responsibility in his disciples!

Today, the young people of that year have become sect masters and elders.

They smiled at each other, just like when they met the ghost king that day.

"Brothers and sisters, are you afraid?" Mo Beihe smiled with narrowed eyes.

"What are you talking about, Master? Even if I die today, I will be praised by Master when I get down there!"

"It's worth dying!"

"Hahaha! It's worth dying!"

Mo Beihe laughed loudly when he heard this. This dwarf actually had some heroic spirit.

Led by Mo Beihe, they stood up together and flew out of the sect.

Mo Beihe held the spear [Lonely Bravery] and looked up at the dark sky without even the stars.

The dwarf gnashed his teeth and said:

"Today, our Tianque Sect will defend this Tianque!"

——Fight to the death!

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