The strongest head exchange system

Chapter 337
After these words came out, the countless cultivators on the huge mountain fell into a dead silence strangely, everyone looked terrified and panicked, and there was no sound.

After a long time passed, there was a commotion like a sudden wave on a calm lake, which not only broke the dead silence, but also caused countless monks to be in an uproar.

Is there another truth to the accident 15 years ago?

What does Master Yan mean by this?
Also, why does he care about this?

One question after another popped up like a spray, and all eyes focused on it for a moment, and several elders of the Sanyuan Sword Sect became the dazzling focus in an instant.

Perhaps it was these probing gazes that made the elders feel the pressure.

The expressions on their faces changed again and again, sometimes bewildered and sometimes frightened, and the weird expressions made people think about it.

"What do you mean?"

As the party involved, Mo Jun finally couldn't bear it, and asked Yan Xu reluctantly.

"You shouldn't ask me, but them." Yan Xu pointed to the elder of the Sanyuan Sword Sect who was kneeling at his feet, with a slightly cold and evil look on his brows.

"They?" Mo Jun was puzzled, but the ominous premonition in his heart became more and more uneasy.

He seemed to take a deep breath, temporarily burying his doubts and fear in his heart.Mo Jun stared deeply at the three elders: "Elder, disciple dare to ask, my Mo family was in trouble 15 years ago, what exactly..." Mo Jun bit and bit the last two words, as if he had made a big mistake. With determination and courage, he spoke out the words in his heart: "Is there... is there something else hidden?"

"Mo Jun, we..." The elder who was about to fight Yan Xu desperately lowered his head in shame under Mo Jun's questioning.

Elder No.2 cast a cold glance at Mo Jun, without saying a word.

"You bastard, as a disciple of the Sanyuan Sword Sect, are you torturing us?" The third elder who kowtowed and begged for mercy became annoyed for some reason. Strict training.

"Humph."

Yan Xu's eyes were slightly cold, and his majesty was fully activated in the middle stage of foundation establishment, hitting the elder's chest like a giant hammer, and his body instantly flew upside down and sprayed a ladle of blood.

Wow!
After the elder's body fell to the ground, he no longer dared to show arrogance on his face, instead he kowtowed at Yan Xu's feet in horror and begged for mercy.

This soft-boned virtue drew boos.

"Answer the question, if there is another word of nonsense, I'll let you go and accompany your Supreme Elder on the road." Yan Xu coldly took his eyes away from the elder, with no expression of joy or anger.

"Yes Yes……"

The elder kowtowed like garlic, and he was one of the best in greed for life and fear of death.

Yan Xu turned his gaze to Mo Jun who was at the side, and said, "You ask him."

After receiving this lesson, this elder really knows everything and can say everything.

Listening to his eloquence, the past of the Sanyuan Sword Sect was finally revealed to the world after a lapse of several decades.

The truth cannot be guessed. Before the elder spoke, many people already had some calculations in their hearts.

It's just that the so-called truth, as Yan Xu said, is a bit bloody, which makes most people not think about it, or... they don't want to think about it.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Sanyuan Sword Sect, the three surnames were brothers of the opposite sex who kowtowed on the yellow earth. Naturally, the relationship was good and they wore a pair of pants.But the good times didn't last long. As the older generation passed away one after another, the deep friendship of their generation was also brought into the coffin.

With interests, there is naturally ambition.Since ancient times, it is not uncommon for people to share joys and sorrows but not wealth.

Driven by ambition, the Three-Yuan Sword School, which had condensed into one strand, gradually became centrifugal.But it is only centrifugal, not detached.The Sanyuan Sword Sect of that generation still had some scruples about the friendship of the older generation and the evaluation of them by the outside world.

This state continued until the rise of the third generation and the passing of the second generation.

As a result, some nasty things surfaced one after another, conspiracies and tricks, ghosts and demons, once a sect has these things, it will inevitably lead to battles.In the end, the Mo family, who stuck to the rules, became the victim of this dispute.

The Mo family gradually withered and the population was thin.The Jiang family grew bigger and bigger, and seemed to be the head of the Sanyuan Sword Sect.In the end, Tu Su's family focused on holding the Jiang family's thighs, willing to become a vassal from a master.

But in the third generation, the Mo family still existed, and the word Sanyuan of the Sanyuan Sword Sect has never been changed.

Therefore, "If you beat a snake, you will be bitten by a snake." Under such a high-sounding reason, the so-called lessons learned from the past, 15 years ago, a conspiracy aimed at completely uprooting the Mo family finally started after brewing and fermenting.

And what happened next was actually a matter of course.

The mission carried out by Mo Jun's parents, grandfather and others was a conspiracy, and their death was also a conspiracy.And in this conspiracy, the young Mo Jun was actually included.If it weren't for his innate physique of rubbish with five spiritual roots, he might have been implicated in this catastrophe and burned to a pile of ashes.

The truth is often cruel, just like Mo Jun who stood aside dumbfounded.

My parents were killed by you?
My family was all killed by you?

No, how come?
Mo Jun hugged his head in pain. His head was in severe pain as if it was about to split open. He still vaguely remembered the teachings his parents taught him, and his taciturn grandfather. The most words he said to himself in his life were that he must stick to his faith. , be loyal to the Sanyuan Sword Sect, and never betray you for the rest of your life.

Did the parents and grandfather say the same thing to themselves when they were preparing for the mission? Did they know it was a conspiracy?

If they knew, why would they throw themselves into the trap.

But if you don't know, why did you repeatedly tell yourself before leaving, just like explaining your last words to make arrangements for all the tedious and trivial matters at home, big and small.

Mo Jun's mind is a little messy, very messy.

"Why, why did you kill my parents, you bastards, scum, scum..." Mo Jun roared hysterically like a madman.

He rushed to the elder with a brisk stride, and grabbed his collar: "Say, why, why, tell me?" Mo Jun shook desperately, as if to use this method to vent The endless anger in his heart.

A sullen look and murderous intent flashed across the elder's face. If Yan Xu hadn't been present, he would have been unable to resist and killed this useless remnant under the stick.

"Humph."

The elder sneered and pushed Mo Jun away.

"Deng Yu, deal with these three elders."

Yan Xu on the side spoke indifferently, Mo Jun's mood has been disturbed after experiencing this accident, and it is not suitable to continue the conflict at this time.

Although that would be more conducive to motivating Mo Jun to join the Tian Hao Sect, if one is not careful and the strength is not well controlled, it is very likely that Mo Jun will be destroyed.

Yan Xu didn't dare to take such a risk.

Deng Yu took away the three elders of the Three-Yuan Sword Sect. Mo Jun's eyes were empty, watching the three elders go away without focus.

He suddenly fell to the ground with his buttocks on the ground, hugging his head with both hands in pain, his whole demeanor became muddled.

Tick, tick.

There were crystals falling down Mo Jun's immature face, splashing on the ground and smashing a small pit.

Still crying, which is a good thing.

But Mo Jun is definitely more than just crying, the tears are getting more and more, like a continuous autumn rain.There were low and hoarse growls from Mo Jun's throat, it was anger being restrained desperately.

what! ! !
He suddenly raised his head, this restraint reached a limit, Mo Jun burst into tears.

This mountain is silent, this battlefield is silent, only Mo Jun's wail is like a discordant movement, Ting Ting curls up.

Mo Jun's crying didn't gradually stop, but showed signs of intensifying.

Yan Xu frowned slightly, and shouted: "Mo Jun!"

Mo Jun's bewildered soul shook slightly, his empty pupils gradually regained a gleam of light, and he turned his head to look at Yan Xu in confusion.

"Zhao Yan, take him down and order my disciples to take care of him."

Yan Xu sighed softly in his heart. He originally wanted to take this opportunity to recruit Mo Jun to join the Tian Hao Sect, but he still couldn't bear to see him in this state.

Zhao Yan followed orders, and when Mo Jun was brought into the Tianhao Sect, the focus of the battlefield was once again on Yan Xu.

Countless monks trembled inexplicably in their hearts.

They suddenly realized that the young man standing in front of them was the undisputed master of Nan'an from today onwards.

This title, invisibly put a piece of God of War armor on Yan Xu's body.He still has the same expression, the same manner.In the eyes of the monks in the world, there is a unique temperament of dominating the world.

Yan Xu's eyes looked around, and all the monks, whether hostile or neutral, all the monks they looked at, all lowered their heads involuntarily, as if Yan Xu's eyes were like a knife, and their eyeballs would be cut off just by looking at them. burns.

"The Three-Yuan Sword Sect will cease to exist from now on. Today, the head of the book announced that the Tianhao Sect will be named the Lord of Nan'an from now on. Do you... have any objections?"

Yan Xu's light words echoed like thunder.

Those tens of thousands of monks and countless mortals, after the turmoil, voluntarily or forced by the situation, all bowed slightly, and there was a tsunami of shouts.

Yan Xu's eyes looked to the east, and the people there were dark and short.

"We would like to respect Haozong Tian as the Lord of Nan'an."

Yan Xu looked to the west, and there was another low tide in the black ocean.

"We would like to respect Haozong Tian as the Lord of Nan'an."

Yan Xu looked to the south...

Yan Xu looked to the north...

"We would like to respect Haozong Tian as the Lord of Nan'an."

"We would like to respect Haozong Tian as the Lord of Nan'an."

"We would like to respect Haozong Tian as the Lord of Nan'an."

At the end of the cry, it was already blurred, only the seven characters "Tianhaozong" and "Lord of Nan'an" could be heard, deafening under the sky.

(End of this chapter)