Chapter 1694: Yuhuamen

Elder Wuchou, where did you hear the version you mentioned? Mu Qingran asked.

"In fact, this is the version that most monks on Datianchenxing believe today." Wuchou shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "As for the version of the Tyrant Holy Lord stepping into the sky and ascending to immortality... it can only be found in the human realm. More people believe it.”

"Even if we put it in the territory of the Honghe tribe where we are, and the southern territory where we are now... in fact, most people think that the Holy Lord Tyrant was punished by heaven and was killed."

"How could this happen... What the Supreme Elder said..." Mu Qingran's beautiful face was full of doubts and shock.

"The reason why more people believe this version is because the disappearance of the Tyrant Holy Lord back then was really too sudden." Wuyou said, "If he really ascended to immortality through the sky, it would be impossible for him to just disappear without any movement. "

"And I have said before that after the Tyrant Holy Lord left, the twelve successive heads and core elders of the Yuhua Sect were killed by those hostile sects."

"If the Tyrant Holy Lord left in the sky, how could he not leave behind some means or powerful magic weapons to protect the sect he founded?"

Saying that, Wuchou took a deep breath and said: "Therefore, the decline of the Yuhua Sect has in turn proved that the Tyrant Saint was originally killed by the Supreme Lord, rather than ascending to immortality in the sky..."

"If that's the case, why would the Supreme Elder tell me..." Mu Qingran still didn't understand.

"The Tyrant Holy Lord can be said to be the last glory of the human race." Wuyou said in a heavy tone, "After the most prosperous era, the human race has been on a decline until the emergence of the Tyrant Holy Lord."

"His series of earth-shattering deeds made the human race shine again. And the sudden disappearance of the Tyrant Saint brought the human race back to its original shape."

"To this day, no one in the human race has the qualifications of a saint like the Tyrant Holy Lord, who suppresses the emergence of evildoers in the era..."

Wuchou shook his head again and did not continue. He looked at Mu Qingran and said, "Whether the Tyrant Saint has become an immortal or not, and whether he has been killed... No one knows the truth."

"Which version to believe is everyone's choice."

"Elder Luntian chooses to believe that the Tyrant Lord ascends to heaven through the air. Saint...what about you?"

Mu Qingran thought about it, and then replied firmly: "I also believe that the Tyrant Saint has become a true immortal... How can a monster like him be killed?"

Wuchou looked at Fang Yu.

Fang Yu didn't want to make a choice, but asked: "Twelve heads of the Yuhua Sect have been killed...what's going on now?"

"...After successively eliminating the twelve heads and core elders, the Yuhua Sect is almost closed." Wuchou said, "All the previous elites are dead, and many disciples have left to save their lives, and there is no way to recruit new ones. Disciple..."

"But I heard that among the remaining disciples of the Yuhua Sect, there are still some who are not afraid of death and have taken over the position of leader..."

"After that, it has developed until today... Of course, the Yuhua Sect has long been cut off from the hope of rising. It is just lingering and dying slowly. Today's Yuhua Sect is probably not even as good as a newly built small sect."

Fang Yu stopped talking and just looked ahead.

He already basically knew about the situation of Yuhua Sect and Lin Batian.

As for other information, you have to wait until you get to Yuhua Gate to find out.

Wuchou could feel the obvious change in Fang Yu's mood and stopped talking.

"Master Fang, what is the relationship with the Yuhua Sect?" Wuchou was confused.

…

As we move forward, time passes.

In the evening, Fang Yu and the others finally arrived at the Green Sea in the easternmost part of the Southern Territory.

The reason why this sea area is called the Green Sea is because the water is turquoise in color.

This is not the reflection of light, but the actual color of the sea water, which is turquoise.

After entering the Green Sea, and flying forward for nearly fifteen minutes, you can see a lonely island in the sea.

This island is neither big nor small, covering an area of ​​thousands of acres.

Fang Yu and the others fell from the sky and landed right in front of the island.

In front of him is an erected stone tablet with three large characters engraved on it.

Feather Gate.

Looking inside from the gate, all we can see is desolation.

The dilapidated ancient palace, the abandoned training ground, and the roads overgrown with weeds... Even the three words "Eternal Transformation Gate" on the stone tablet placed at the door seemed very blurry.

There was no gatekeeper at the gate, so Fang Yu and the others walked in directly.

Walking along the trail, I still saw no people, only desolate scenery.

Just seeing the current scene, it is hard to imagine that this was the top sect that suppressed thousands of sects in the world.

Fang Yu walked slowly and slowly along the road covered with weeds, walking deeper.

After passing through the narrow passage between the two hills, the scene in front of us changed slightly.

It's still desolate, but the architecture is even better.

The treasure pavilion, the secret room, the meeting hall... all the buildings should be there, but they just look dilapidated and unpopular.

Looking from a distance, we can see a rising mountain at the deepest point.

A large part of the back mountain is sunken in, and in the sunken position, there are two statues that have been somewhat blurred by time.

Fang Yu recognized the identities of these two statues at a glance.

It is the statues of him and Lin Batian himself.

Previously, there were the same statues at the bottom of Earth's Qiankun Mountain, but the two Yuhuamen... were even bigger.

"Who are you?"

Just then, a figure came from the side.

Fang Yu turned his head and saw a haggard male monk in a gray robe in front of a thatched house more than 200 meters away on the left front.

The male monk looked alert and looked at Fang Yu and the other two.

"Are you a disciple of Yuhua Sect?" Fang Yu asked immediately.

"Yes, who are you?" The male monk looked more alert and asked with a frown.

"We have no ill intentions." Wuchou said, "We are here... to inquire about some information."

"Inquire about information? We in Yuhua Sect don't have any information, please go back." The male monk said with a stern face.

"It's indeed a bit abrupt for us to appear. Let me introduce myself first." Fang Yu looked at the male monk and said, "My name is Fang Yu, from the lower plane of Earth."

"Fang Yu..." The male monk's eyes moved slightly, as if he had heard of this name, but couldn't remember it.

Therefore, he shook his head and said, "I don't know you. You should leave quickly. There is nothing here."

"Ahem..."

Just then, a cough came from the thatched house behind the male monk.

"Let him...come in." An old voice sounded.

"Master, they..." The male monk's face changed and wanted to speak.

"Let him come in." The voice spoke again.

The male monk stopped talking and looked at Fang Yu and the other two.

"Come here." The male monk said.

Fang Yu and the other two walked to the small thatched house.

Before entering, they could smell the various medicinal smells coming out of the thatched house.