"There is a mechanism behind the Buddha statue. Ah nettle, you can open an emergency space array with this token. I can send you directly to a place in Polan's mansion. "

"Po Lan's mansion is the most uncontested place among the six. Most of them are women, coughing and coughing. You mix in some remote places, which should not be noticed. "

"Of course, this space array has not been used for hundreds of years. I don't know if there will be any problems during the transmission. Moreover, this Rune array can only transmit two hundred people. We have more than 500 disciples left. So, ah nettle, it's a hard decision to decide who will stay and who will leave. It's irresponsible for you to decide! " After that, the master of Shenshui sect covered his chest and coughed violently. Suddenly, he stood up to spray blood.

The three disciples burst into tears and were deeply grieved. They reached out to hold her chest.

"Master!"

"Suzerain!"

The four teachers and apprentices tightly clasped their hands together.

The master of Shenshui sect took a long breath and slowly fell on the pillow, with a light smile on his lips, as if he had fallen asleep, so he went.

"Suzerain!" The disciples outside the gate were crying and moaning.

Murong URT, holding the master's order in his hand, suddenly raised the token with one hand, turned around and said, "Yang Gurong, my master has appointed you as the 18th master of Shenshui sect, which will take effect on this day."

Yang Guorong knelt on the ground, looked up and stared at her elder martial sister. She cried tearfully, "elder martial sister?"

"A Rong, you should take 200 disciples to the ancestral hall that master said, and leave Shenshui sect immediately."

"No! Senior sister! You're going with us! " Yang jumpily stood up from the ground and shouted.

"It's all due to my infidelity. I have no face to all the people of Shenshui sect! Anyone can go! I can't go! " Murong URT shook her head and stared at Yang Guorong sternly. "If you still think I'm your senior sister, go now!"

"Senior sister I don't want you, senior sister... " Yang Guorong cried hoarse.

"Shanshan, Xue Xiao, you and your second uncle!"

"Master, the disciples don't leave!" The two refused in unison.

"You!" Murong URT is very anxious and angry.

At this time, a disciple hurriedly rushed in and called out, "master, uncle, people from the second mansion have rushed to the main peak!"

"A Rong, go now!" Murong nettle grabbed Yang jumpong from the ground and pushed her heavily.

"Second elder martial sister, you go quickly!" Lu Yun also cried anxiously, reaching out to push Chen Hanzi, the disciple of Sanfeng, to Yang Wurong's side.

At this moment, at the moment of life and death, many of the disciples shouted, "I will not go, I will not go!"

"Swearing to live with shenshuizong!"

"Three younger sister, you also don't leave?" Yang Wurong stares straight in amazement, trying to pull Lu Yun's arm, but Lu Yun gently shakes off her hand.

"Second elder martial sister! Please take good care of yourself! The burden of Shenshui sect is entrusted to you. " Lu Yun reached for a fist and smiled at her gently.

"Let's go!" In a hurry, Murong URT kicks Yang Guorong, drags her and the two hundred disciples randomly, and pushes them out of the back door.

"Are Shenshui disciples afraid of death?" Murong asked in a cold voice.

"Not afraid!"

"Kill one for nothing, kill two for money!"

"Kill!"