The old man's faint voice came slowly.

When everyone heard this, their doubts increased instead of decreasing. Why did they become more and more confused as they listened? Is the Witch Master... scary?

What they know is that the Witch Lord is an identity of the Witch Cult, and the Holy King is also one of them, but this inheritance has disappeared, and some even say that the sect has been destroyed.

If they had not seen Miao Jingjing appear with their own eyes, they might have forgotten this sect long ago. The country also searched for it and tried to control it, but ultimately failed.

Looking at the old man with a determined face, everyone was suspicious. It seemed that there was a hidden secret in this.

Miao Jingjing wiped away the blood with a murderous look on her face. Even though she knew she was no match for him, she would never give up. The life of the witch master was heavier than Mount Tai, but she was lighter than a feather.

When Ning Tao saw this, his face was indifferent, and his inner thoughts were completely penetrated. This old man came prepared. Not only did he save him, he also set a trap for him, so that he had to get in.

As the saying goes, take one step, look two steps, think three steps, be able to start from the overall situation, focus on the long term, and even more, have strategic layout to build momentum, and have strategies to set up traps and ambush...!

But this old man, three steps... probably more than that.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly said calmly: "I don't know who the senior is. I think he is definitely not an unknown person. How can it be easy to know about the witchcraft?"

Hearing the words, the old man smiled slightly. The figure that had been illusory and blurry suddenly solidified and became real and existed. The mysterious appearance was also revealed.

"I have said that I have many names. My real name is Mo Yuntian, and some people call me Mo Lao... Lao Immortal... but the one I am most familiar with is Hongmeng... the leader of the previous generation!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's breathing suddenly stagnated, and their beating heart seemed to be grasped by a big hand and was about to stop suddenly. The pupils in those eyes were filled with extreme horror.

Hongmeng...the previous generation leader...Mo Yuntian?

This name kept echoing in everyone's minds, stirring up turbulent waves. Is this...really?

To be honest, not many people have any impression of this. This generation of Hongmeng Alliance Leader has been in office for many years, and no one has ever mentioned the leader of the previous generation. It seems that this is a taboo.

Those who have some knowledge only know that the previous generation leader was also from Kunlun and was very senior. This is also the reason why Kunlun is the eldest brother. There are two great refining gods in one faction.

Although the outside world says that there are two people, in fact they only know one of them and have never seen the other one. Even Xu Huan's generation has only heard about it.

The only ones who know about this are probably the ancestors of the eight sects and those old guys who have lived for a long time. These people can be called monks...old antiques.

Could it be that this person is the most mysterious one?

At this moment, Wudang Patriarch suddenly stepped forward and said respectfully: "Juniors pay their respects to Elder Mo. The last time we met was more than ten years ago. I didn't expect to see Prisoner of Heaven's Hand again."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was doubtful. Finally, with the proof from the Wudang ancestor, there is no doubt about the identity of this old man. This is an... antique!

When Ning Tao heard this, his pupils shrank, and he finally understood what the old man said. Because he was the leader of the previous generation, he wanted to save these four sects.

And what he fears about himself is his identity as a witch master...!

When Mo Yuntian heard the words, he nodded slightly. In his eyes, this Wudang ancestor was also a figure. He broke into the refining spirit with his strength. Unlike the two inheritors, his moves were not strong no matter how subtle they were.

In his opinion, those two were only slightly better than Hua Tu.

As for the heaven-prisoning hand, he created the Tao method using his inner emotions and perception of the world, as well as the two unique skills of Kunlun Ruyi Hand + Ru Feng Shi Shuo Shu.

After looking at Ning Tao's reaction, he smiled and said: "I still said the same thing, little friend... have you ever relieved yourself?"

Ning Tao narrowed his eyes when he heard this. Until now, he still didn't understand the meaning. He asked him if he could relieve his anger, which meant that he should let these people go and stop causing trouble.

Why did this old man hide his face and vent his anger on his own behalf? On the one hand, he probably wanted to teach the younger generation a lesson, and on the other hand, he wanted to silence himself.

He vents his anger on his behalf, and venting his anger personally are two completely different concepts. The former cares about the overall situation, and cares about Hongmeng, so naturally he will not kill the four major sects.

And if you do it yourself, you will not only cause serious injuries to these people. How can you relieve your hatred without going on a killing spree and causing rivers of blood? How can you stop without turning Hongmeng upside down?

The main reason is that this incident happened too suddenly and he was not prepared at all. Otherwise, given his status, he would have to endure it and be afraid.

What the old man is really afraid of is probably the high priest of the witch sect, the old woman, an... antique!

This old guy may have had a thorough understanding of his character secretly, and knew that he would not give up and would cause trouble, so he chose to do this.

As for how he knew, after thinking about it for a moment, an idea suddenly came to his mind, and he remembered the tired Senior Brother Qingyang just now, and what Master Wuwu said before about sending people to Kunlun...!

Although he didn't know why he invited the old man here, he already knew all this and had set a trap for himself. This would not only prevent the monks from falling, but also block him.

All of this has almost come to light!

Now if he doesn't agree and says that he can't relieve his anger, I'm afraid the old man will immediately turn his back. He is indeed an old antique who once served as the leader of the alliance. He is indeed a sword that is still young, and his calculations are astonishing.

He can be sure that if he really agrees, then this huge civil strife will end in a farce...!

The old man looked at Ning Tao's expression with a calm expression. In fact, Ning Tao's guess was not entirely correct. He was indeed afraid of the high priest of the witch sect. After all, the two were equally famous figures.

He, the old woman, and the old Qinglong were called the Three Gods of China by the monks of that era, but now there are only two left. In fact, there is another enemy, the White Lotus Sect... the ancestor!

According to his calculations, the old woman, the high priest of the witch sect, should not be far from her end. She had been seriously injured more than ten years ago, and it was caused by the Yamata beast from the island country.

In terms of strength, he may be superior in skills, but his opponent's end is approaching, and he is completely obedient to the witch master's orders. At this time, if he goes crazy, he wants to get rid of these four sects regardless of his life.

In his opinion...it's not impossible!

Everyone is very familiar with each other's strength. If he hadn't invented the Uncensored Heavenly Spell, it would probably still be 50-50.

And if the four major sects were eliminated, it would be equivalent to Hongmeng losing half of the sky and losing half of its elite strength. However, Hongmeng today... cannot bear this kind of loss.

He knew that the woman would definitely do something before her deadline came, such as warning some people and killing some people to protect the witch leader. These were all normal.

And if he controlled Ning Tao, it would be equivalent to controlling the old woman. Hard or soft, he chose the latter, instead of doing anything reckless, he just left Ning Tao... speechless.

Otherwise, given his identity and strength, how could he be willing to be a puppet of a younger generation, allowing him to control and drive him, spinning tops and smashing moles, just to satisfy him.
Chapter completed!