The Xuanyuan Dragon Sect is doing evil and is still domineering in our Qingyun Continent. If Wan Zong doesn't show them any color, then the existence of Sun Wan Zong will be meaningless!"

"From this point of view, Yunshang Immortal Palace is definitely seeking its own end. It is only a matter of time before it is over. The Order Celestial Clan will not care about the life or death of this lackey. Under this premise, coupled with the improvement in the ranking of our Green Soul Palace, we will surpass

In Yunshang Immortal Palace, it is very possible for us to follow the general trend of the Ten Thousand Sects, suppress Yunshang Immortal Palace, and even dominate Qingyun Continent."

"And one of the keys to all this is obviously that our sect master and leader must have the strength to suppress Yuntian Que... All that is missing is the Green Soul Tower!"

"The general trend is that this is the best opportunity in the history of Qinghun Palace! But there is a person stuck in the middle of the alliance between Tiangong disciples and Tianshen Sword Sect. He was born as a member of Qinghun Palace, dragging down the sect and taking away the palm.

Teaching the Supreme Treasure and forcefully dragging us down in our rise, aren’t we the sinners of the ages?”

"Jiang Qingliu must die!!"

After Ye Ziqiu finished speaking, he looked at his father.

Ye Dongliu was very satisfied with his rhetoric.

The ancestral tomb fell into dead silence.

At this time, Ye Dongliu coughed twice and said: "Actually, if we can control Qingyun Continent alone, our biggest advantage is that we can cut down the 'Qingyun Sacred Tree'. In fact, Tiangong allocates the star sources to Qingyun Continent

, it’s really a lot, but most of it is absorbed by the Qingyun Sacred Tree, and every time the Qingyun Sacred Tree turns out, only very few can actually get into our hands.”

"In this case, it is better to cut it off. From now on, all the resources of Qingyun Continent belong to us. Sooner or later, we will be able to grow into a truly quasi-first-class force. In that case, our generation will be freed from Qingyun."

The shackles of the sacred tree have truly immeasurable merit, and future generations will be proud of us!"

Cut down the Qingyun sacred tree!

Gu Jian Qingshuang's heart trembled.

He raised his head and saw that this was the ancestral tomb. There was a plaque on the ancestral tomb.

That was the ancestor Qinghun who wrote the four characters himself.

That has been the ancestral precepts of thousands of generations, deeply rooted in the blood of every Gujian clan. It is also the belief of countless children who grew up under the Qingyun Divine Tree.

Those four words are called "Guarding Qingyun".

"The ancestors were wrong. When we did not have the strength to take it as our own, the Qingyun sacred tree was not a treasure, but a shackle on the neck of each of us 'Qingyun people', a lifelong prison."

Grandma Muhua sighed.

They all looked at the ancient sword Qingshuang.

He took a deep breath.
Chapter completed!