1051: C1051 A huge pit!

C1051 A huge pit!

A great chaos broke out.

There were no less than a hundred Martial Saint from the Roche, Xie Clan, and other six or seven families. Along with some rogue cultivators that took advantage of the crisis, they all attacked the An clan together.

The An Family had Meng Xuan's daughter overseeing it. In theory, they should not be considered as the last line of the Holy Land, but the An Family's talent was waning, with generation after generation. It could even be said that they would never be able to accept it. Putting aside Meng Xuan, the An clan was indeed only the last resort.

For an An clan like this, there were only twenty-eight people who possessed Martial Saint s. How could the twenty-eight Martial Saint s withstand the combined attack of over a hundred Martial Saint s?

An Sandao and the others tried their best but they were still unable to cope with this kind of battle where almost every Martial Saint had to fight one against five, or even one against six, or even one against seven.

Within the span of a few breaths, some people from the An clan's Martial Saint were injured to the ground. One by one, like a plague spreading through the An family.

Meanwhile, the people who had injured the An clan's Martial Saint all charged towards the An clan like fierce tigers and wolves. It was clear that he was taking this opportunity to loot the An clan's treasury and plunder their resources.

There were six or seven forces fighting over the An clan's resources, and there was even a Ye clan that could make a move at any time. It seemed that every Martial Saint that attacked the An clan had a tacit understanding to kill at the top, and to seize the treasures at the top.

As long as the An clan wasn't able to continue fighting and couldn't stop them, there would be no need for them to kill any more. They would first seize all the treasures in the An clan's treasury, and then, it wouldn't be too late for them to eradicate the An clan. Wouldn't it be a waste of time if he just wanted to kill the An clan members and cause the An clan's treasury to be overtaken by someone else?

None of them noticed that although the resistance from the An clan members was intense, they seemed to have a strange, tacit understanding that as long as they were injured, no matter how serious the situation was, they would fall to the ground and not get up. No one got up to fight again.

Therefore, even though the battle had caused the An clan to retreat, no one had died in battle. Aside from the four or five people who were especially severely injured, the rest of the twenty-eight Martial Saint s were only lightly injured.

The battle was too chaotic, and the people surrounding the An clan all rushed into the An clan to seize the treasury. No one paid attention to this abnormal situation.

On the other hand, Luo Chang Dao felt that something was amiss. In such a tragic battle, not a single Martial Saint from the An clan had died. Was the people surrounding and attacking the An clan too merciful, or was the An clan's Martial Saint too lucky?

Luo Chang Dao felt a bit of unease in his heart. He, who had always been cautious, always felt that this matter was far too unusual. Wasn't the An clan too easy to deal with?

However, this uneasiness was quickly forgotten. The situation was different. Six or seven forces, with hundreds of Martial Saint s, had easily knocked down the An Family's Martial Saint and charged into the An Family like wolves and tigers. This was clearly showing that they were trying to steal speed, and if anyone was a step slower, they might not even have anything.

Luo Chang Dao also had the same worry, these days, resources are the king's way. Especially for their small families, they were short on resources. If his suspicion had led to someone else stealing An clan's treasury, then even if he exterminated the An clan, he would still be taught a lesson when he returned to the Luo clan.

In such a large Holy Land, it was not a big deal to have an additional An family. Whether or not the An family was exterminated had nothing to do with the Luo family. The most important thing was the resources.

For the sake of resources, Luo Chang Dao could only put aside those useless worries and lead the Roche straight into the An Mansion.

Over a hundred Martial Saint s rushed into the An Mansion like a pack of wolves into a sheepfold, causing the An Family to squat on the ground, trembling in fear. Some of the people who looked like loyal servants of the An clan had their eyes pop out in anger as they pointed at the people who charged in and cursed them for being bandits and for dying a horrible death.

But it was useless.

Since they had already fallen out, no one would care about that anymore. Some people simply slapped away the old loyal servants who were cursing him, using this to intimidate the An clan. After that, he found the An clan's treasury easily, as if there was no one around.

Then he began his attack.

One was more vicious than the other, and the other was more brutal than the last.

No one would have thought that at this moment, two figures would swiftly arrive at the An clan. It was an old man and a young man, a man and a woman. The old man was a woman. It was the An clan's dwelling great god, Meng Xuan.

It had been nearly ten days.

Meng Xuan's face reddened. The dead aura on her body had faded a lot, and the wrinkles on her face had become lighter. This was simply a miracle. It could even be said that it had regressed against the flow of time.

As for the man, it was strange. It was an ordinary youth that no one knew. It didn't look like he was an expert, but anyone who saw him would just ignore him.

"How dare you!"

Meng Xuan's appearance had undoubtedly lifted the spirits of the entire An clan, but at the same time it also caused the hearts of the hundred or so Martial Saint s that were surrounding and attacking the An clan's treasury to turn cold. They felt as if they had fallen into an abyss as their faces filled with fear and dread.

What resources, what treasury.

At the moment that Meng Xuan appeared, it was like a joke. Plotting to steal her family's property right under the noses of a great god, was this any different from courting death?

"Not good, run!"

Luo Chang Dao was about to burst, he finally understood why he was so worried. So the root was here. Meng Xuan Nu was still alive and her cultivation had not regressed. Maybe An Jiuquan did not actually go to the Tilo City to ask for help from the Ye Family.

They were digging a hole, a huge hole, a hole that would lure those who had surrounded the An clan and provoked them into entering and then burying themselves.

When Luo Chang shouted, not only did the Roche people react, the rest of them also reacted.

The only way to rob and even destroy the An clan was if Meng Xuan's daughter wasn't present. Meng Xuan was still alive. If they didn't run, there would only be one result — they would die.

But to escape now, wasn't it too late?

A great god, a true great god, with a single thought, would not dare to cause the Holy Land to turn upside down, but to instantly seal the entire area around the An clan, that would be like playing a game. The so-called Martial Saint, would simply be a joke.

Bang bang bang bang!

In just an instant.

Over a hundred Martial Saint s who were rising in the air and ripping open the space to escape, fell to the ground like falling stones. When everyone made a sound, it was like the sound of a big drum, hitting the heart.

After landing on the ground, the hundred over Martial Saint s had despair written all over their faces. They discovered that their bodies had already been sealed with divine seals by Meng Xuan in the blink of an eye. At this moment, even an ordinary Martial Master could easily take their lives.

How could he escape?

There was no escape.

"How dare you, you dare to intrude upon my An family while I'm no longer here to kill them. How can I let you off?!"

Meng Xuan raised her palm, and a terrifying divine power poured down. A sword image floated in the air, and that was Meng Xuan's goddess form. It contained the principles of the world, and the sword in her hand could easily turn hundreds of Martial Saint into ashes.

The Martial Saint s were desperate, their faces were ashen, they could not even shout out begging for mercy, barging into other people's houses to kill them, and even getting caught red-handed, what was there to talk about, what was there to beg for?

However, right at this moment.

Rays of multicolored light appeared between the sky and the earth.

A white cloud, a flute, a white sword, a mountain peak, a jade tree, a colored silk, and a clear spring appeared one after another.

It was as if it carried with it a deep sense of truth and noble power.

In the blink of an eye, seven figures appeared in the air, each of them stepping on top of one of the seven strange lights. Among the seven, there were both men and women. The men were handsome and had an extraordinary bearing. The women were gorgeous and had an unparalleled charm like a poem.

The seven of them, the seven great gods, were the strongest existences behind the seven forces that had attacked the An clan. In other words, they were the masterminds.

At this moment.

The seven great gods were furious. How could they not understand that they had been tricked by Meng Xuan.

"Meng Xuan Nu, stop!"

The hundred or so Martial Saint s below, all felt despair. They couldn't even utter the words to beg for forgiveness. But as the god behind them, a character at the Ancestor Realm, he absolutely could not allow these Martial Saint s to be killed by Meng Xuan.

One must know that the more than one hundred Martial Saint s on the ground were the pillars of their respective clans. Besides the gods, those were the hope of their clans. In the past, when the heavens and earth had not declined, the God of Heaven had been his successor.

If these people were killed, it would be too much of a loss to a family. Forget about the fact that the current resources were not rich, even if the resources were rich, with such a scene of great decline, cultivating so many Martial Saint s was an extremely difficult task.

These Martial Saint could not die, absolutely not.

It was for these Martial Saint s that these seven great gods had no choice but to reveal themselves after knowing that appearing was very embarrassing.0

"Stop? You want me to spare their lives by barging into my house to steal and kill them while I'm not around? What do you take my An clan to be, and what do you take my, Meng Xuan, as? "

Meng Xuan withdrew her palm and turned to face the seven great gods. On her aged face, a monstrous rage was evolving crazily. A murderous look was almost on her face. At the same time, there was also a trace of deathly aura floating around.

The seven Gods subconsciously retreated half a step.

What a joke. If it wasn't for the circumstances, the last person they wanted to face would be Meng Xuanyan.

Rumor has it that Meng Xuan's cultivation had deteriorated to the point that it was almost degenerate into a Martial Saint. At this moment, it was easy for Meng Xuan to put everything on the line. If she was forced into a corner, she would drag everyone down with her. Who would be willing to directly face her?

Not to mention that they were all Great Gods and there were seven of them. Moreover, each of them had more divine power than Meng Xuan. It was easy for them to defeat her together.

But Meng Xuan's heart was on her shoulders; who would dare to use their full strength? The seven of them were not friends who lived and died together. Who knew if someone would back them up in the face of danger? If they were able to sneak attack and kill a few more Gods, who would hold back?

However, when they retreated, they felt that something was wrong. It was as if they had been scared by Meng Xuan. It was too shameful. After taking half a step, they all stopped and could only silently curse Meng Xuan, this crazy woman, for being crazy …

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