Valkyrie Destruction System - Chapter 2503

“Yan Yuan, you are looking for a dead end!”

Murderous intent appeared on the face of Poison Evil Valley Master, this Yan Yuan was really impatient with his life, and actually dared to threaten him in front of him.

He is accumulating power in his palm, and is about to step forward to make another palm to Yan Yuan.

The head of the Treading Sword Sect next to him saw this and quickly stopped him: “Senior Lu, forget it, you have a high level of cultivation, you don’t need to have a general knowledge of him!”

“He threatened the old man, the old man is going to kill him!”

The Poison Evil Valley Master said fiercely, what he hates most in his life is Yan Yuan’s old stubbornness, only knowing that grievances can clearly admit death.

“No, Senior Lu, you killed him, no one knows where the heavy treasure is, so you calm down first, and when I ask the location of the heavy treasure, this Hanshan faction person will do what you want.”

The head of the Treading Sword Sect approached and whispered, if it wasn’t for the purpose of knowing where the treasure is, he wouldn’t care about Yan Yuan’s life or death.

“Huh! You are right, that old man will sell your face today, so that Yan Yuan can live a little longer!”

The Poison Evil Valley Master snorted coldly and walked to one side. He also understood that what the other party said was reasonable. If all the high-ranking members of the Hanshan Sect were killed, it would be even more unlikely that anyone would know where the heavy treasure was.

“Yan Yuan, don’t hold on to it, you tell me the place where the treasure is hidden now, I can protect any person from the Hanshan faction afterwards!”

The head of the Stepping Sword Sect walked in front of Yan Yuan, squatting down and squinting, and said pretendingly.

“Bah! Dugumo! You don’t pretend to be a good person here. I still don’t know what you are? When you and I were studying art in the Zixiao Palace, you were such a sect with a sweet belly sword. It’s really disgusting!”

Yan Yuan glared at Dugumo angrily, then spit out a **** foam.

Purple Night Palace?

Everyone present was shocked when they heard the words. None of them expected that the two of them were brothers from the same sect from the Zixiao Temple.

“Dugu Master, have you ever studied art in the Zixiao Palace?”

The head of the Lingnv Pavilion looked at Dugumo, with a faint admiration in his eyes.

Purple Night Palace, that is the legend of an era.

It was once the first sect of air and land, and in the era when the Zixiao Palace was located, no forces could compete with it.

The three major sects and the Profound Fire faction present were all unknown third-rate forces at that time.

And in this era, a sect can have dozens of quasi gods, which is already a very great sect force.

Take the Heavenly Sword Sect as an example, the quasi-gods of their entire sect total forty or fifty people.

However, the number of quasi gods at this point is far worse than the previous Zixiao Temple, because thousands of years ago, the Zixiao Temple claimed to have “one hundred thousand quasi gods.”

This shows how powerful and terrifying the Purple Night Palace was in the time it was in.

However, such a powerful sect has unavoidably declined in the end.

Because Konglu is part of the road to the burial of the gods, and Zixiao Temple is the largest sect in Konglu, but looking at the entire road to the burial of the gods, there are too many more powerful forces than him.

After all, there are gods in the road to the burial of the gods, and the power of the gods, even if it is only a small sect, is not something that Zixiao Temple can contend.

The Purple Night Palace, where the tree attracts the wind, caused the tragic death of a descendant of a **** due to the fault of a certain disciple 1,500 years ago, which eventually caused catastrophic disaster.

Dozens of gods came to revenge, and it was only overnight that the Zixiao Temple, known as the strongest in the sky and land, was uprooted, and tens of thousands of quasi gods died tragically among them, and only a few hundred people escaped by chance.

That battle made the world more clearly see the horror of the gods, and it also made future generations more awe of the gods.

After the collapse of the Purple Night Palace, all the forces that had been suppressed by it finally ushered in rapid development, and finally with the rise of the four major sects, Konglu once again ushered in a new era of cultivation.

“Yes, I used to be an elite disciple of the Zixiao Palace. I only had one step to become a disciple of the Chuanzong. It’s a pity that the sect suffered a catastrophe before my long-cherished wish was fulfilled!”

Dugumo faintly replied that he was under fifteen when he entered the Zixiao Temple. After more than a hundred years of cultivation, he was promoted to an elite disciple because of rapid progress.

At that time, Yan Yuan was also an elite disciple, but he was several hundred years older than Dugumo, and he hadn’t reached that critical step after many years of cultivation, so he was regarded as the kind of mediocre talent among elite disciples.

Dugumo was extremely smart, sociable, and exquisite since he was a child. When he first became an elite disciple, he often walked around the courtyard where the elite disciples lived, and got acquainted with Yan Yuan over time.

In the face of Yan Yuan who was equal to his own strength but was several hundred years older, Dugumo didn’t show much disgust at first.

After all, Yan Yuan is an old disciple. Although his cultivation is shallow, his network among elite disciples is much stronger than that of Dugumo, a newcomer.

Therefore, in order to integrate into the circle of elite disciples as soon as possible, Dugumo lowered his posture from the beginning and showed great respect to his old disciples such as Dugumo.

Yan Yuan didn’t know what Dugumo was. When he first met each other, he thought that Dugumo was a smart and polite young man, so he welcomed Dugumo’s deliberate contact.

But I didn’t want to, as time slowly grew longer, Dugumo used Yan Yuan’s old disciples as a springboard, and after getting to know many Chuanzong disciples, he gradually revealed his true side.

After that, Dugumo, who had met many Chuanzong disciples, finally broke off contact with Yan Yuan, and even laughed privately to the Chuanzong disciples that Yan Yuan was a serious old stubborn.

These words later reached Yan Yuan’s ears, allowing him to thoroughly see the true face of Dugumo. Since then, the two have no intersection.

After the collapse of the Zixiao Palace, Yan Yuan sought refuge with a distant relative of his Hanshan faction, while Dugumo was invited by the Treading Sword faction and became a law enforcement elder.

Although the two men had different cultivation talents, their career growth paths were similar, and they eventually became the leaders of the two sects.

Of course, compared to the Heavenly Stepping Sword Sect of the Big Mac level, the small sects of the Hanshan Sect are too shabby.

“Tsk tusk, I really didn’t expect a **** like you to have been a disciple of the Zixiao Palace!”

The Poison Evil Valley Master looked at the wounded Yan Yuan, and sarcastically said: “Dugu the head said that he is a disciple of the Zixiao Palace, but he believes it! As for you? Could it be the Zixiao Palace who entered through the back door?”

“Hahaha!”

Everyone in the Poison Sha Valley burst into laughter.

Ear-piercing laughter reverberated over the Martial Arts Arena, and the Hanshan Sect monks present heard that their head was insulted so much, they all hated gritted their teeth!

“Dugumo, Old Demon Lu, don’t waste your time! As I said, I won’t bow to you!”

Yan Yuan gritted his teeth and endured the humiliation. The humiliation of the Poisonous Valley Lord and the persecution of Dugumo couldn’t make him compromise. As a disciple of the first Zongmen Zixiao Palace, Yan Yuan had his own persistence.