"Report to the sect leader, there are thousands of people from Ziyun Sect, and they appear more than a thousand miles northeast."
The inspector knelt in the center of Wuji Hall, and his words could not hide his panic.
All the elders were in the hall, and when they heard this, they all looked at Taoist Xuanqing with a bright hair on the platform.
The needles fell in the hall were heard, and the atmosphere was depressing.
Even though they had been preparing for a long time, everyone was unhappy when the war came.
"All mute?"
The old sect leader's voice echoed in the hall, "You are all ready to die when you talk, patting your chest to make sure to say good-looking to Tianyu, why are you like a frightened quail now?
Don’t be afraid, I’m here, let go of my hands and feet and let you go and sweep the Ziyun Sect afterwards, so don’t do anything.”
This is a battle to destroy the sect. If you lose, the treasure house of Wuji Sect will be swept away by Ziyun Sect. If you win, the treasure house of Ziyun Sect will be unlucky.
Master Xuanqing's statement seems ruthless, but it is a real rule.
Anyone who comes will have to say that this is the case.
Seeing that the elders' faces returned to normal, Zhen Qing felt a little excited, so she waved her hand, "According to our previous plan, everyone will take their disciples to prepare!"
The people in the hall scattered in preparation, and Taoist Xuanqing breathed a sigh of relief and his expression became anxious.
"Master!"
Huaishuyao, who was standing beside him, held a cup of tea and handed it to the old sect leader, "You are resting. During this period, you are calm on the surface, but in fact you are very worried about this question, right?"
After taking a sip of tea and putting down the cup, Master Xuanqing twisted his neck, looking young and vigorous.
"Can you not worry? The Wuji Sect has been passed down for thousands of years and cannot be destroyed in my hands. Tianyu's old Zamao wants to fight his life with me. He is crazy. I am not crazy. I want to rely on the large number of people to suppress it with all my might.
I don't have any doors!"
The old sect leader looked warlike and dissatisfied in Huai Shuyao's eyes. The 17-year-old girl smiled helplessly and shook her head.
She is also very talented. She has been in the eighth level of Qi cultivation for more than two years. She has become even more graceful and beautiful, and has almost become one of the favorites of male disciples of the sect.
"Shu Yao, go and tell you a few senior brothers and ask them to check the formation. Don't make any mistakes at the critical moment, that would be a big deal!"
"Yes, my disciple obeys the order."
Huaishuyao left Wuji Hall, stood on the glazed glass hairpin of the sect leader's gift to him, and went to find several senior brothers.
Although she was young, she was a close disciple of the sect leader and had a great seniority, and she kept saying greetings on the way.
The girl in white smiled and nodded one by one. After searching for the elders and brothers, she told them what the sect leader meant. Several elders immediately went to check the formation with a hurried expression.
The Wuji Sect originally had a mountain protection formation, which can attack and defend.
After Mo Jiuxuan presented the "Xuanwu Formation", Taoist Master Xuanqing immediately ordered people to set up the formation, and the defense effect was worry-free.
But when someone comes to the door, if they don’t go out to fight and stay at home as a turtle, wouldn’t it be a joke for other sects?
Taoist Master Xuanqing meant that he would go out first and just go to the front for a while, destroy the opponent's aura and then withdraw back to the sect.
No one can say anything like this!
She came all the way to Qingguang Peak Xiuxin Pavilion, and Mo Jiuxuan was assigning tasks to his disciples in the hall.
"Mu Lei, as a senior brother, you need to stand up for this kind of thing. When Ziyun Sect asks, once the war starts, you will lead your junior brothers all the way.
I know that you have compassion, but since the other party wants to destroy our sect, you cannot be merciful."
Mu Lei said, "Yes, Master."
Yu Tianhua shouted, "Master, don't worry, my three-pointed two-edged knife is already hungry and thirsty."
Mo Jiuxuan said, "You must follow Mu Lei closely then, don't leave the team."
At this time, Huai Shuyao entered the hall and saw everyone.
"Senior Brother Mo, Master ordered me to send a message to my senior brother, asking me to check the Xuanwu Formation to check, be prepared for any accidents."
Mo Jiuxuan smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, junior sister."
...
Three days later, the army of Ziyun Sect was approaching.
High above Cangyun Mountain, thousands of disciples of Ziyun Sect were flying into the air with their swords, and their energy rushed to the bull's dove. The true master Xuanqing of Wuji Sect and five hundred disciples stood outside the mountain gate, looking up at the fierce Taoist Master Tianyu.
"Xuanqing, it's time to calculate the grudge between you and me today!"
"Tianyu, since you old guy like to make trouble, come on, I will continue."
"Ah, are the entire Wuji Sect so many people?"
"Those are enough!"
"I have heard that the disciples of Wuji Sect have defected countless times, and it seems that it is true. However, Xuanqing, those disciples have much better ability to avoid misfortune than yours.
They know how to judge the situation, unlike your own brains. Even though they know they are dead, they still have to fight to the death. They want these innocent disciples to bury you."
"At this point, what else can I say? If we dare to stay here, we are not afraid of you. Come on!"
"Hmph~ I will perish myself."
The muscles on Tianyu's face were twisted, full of hatred for the Wuji Sect. He raised his right hand and pointed forward, "Who will help me take Mo Jiuxuan's head?"
"Sect Master, I am willing to go."
A foundation-building monk left the queue and came to the front of the mountain. He made seals with both hands and said loudly, "Mo Jiuxuan, how dare you come out to fight?"
Seeing that the cultivator was only at the third level of foundation building, Master Lianyue snorted coldly and was about to take action.
Mo Jiuxuan reached out to stop him and smiled, "Junior sister, don't make trouble, you still need to maintain the formation later, and leave it to me of the foundation-building cultivator of Ziyun Sect!"
Taoist Minglang said, "Be careful."
Mo Jiuxuan smiled and nodded, his expression stood up in the air, looking at the monk of Ziyun Sect, "I'm at Mo Jiuxuan."
The monk sneered, "I am..."
"Forget it, no need to introduce yourself."
Mo Jiuxuan interrupted the other party, "I have no interest in knowing the name of the dying person."
Wow~
The disciples of Wuji Sect and Ziyun Sect were in a big uproar. They were so arrogant and domineering, and they were arrogant. Are they still a cultivator from the Moliu Sect?
A burst of anger came from Ziyun Sect, and the disciples of Wuji Sect were shocked.
This is the real Uncle Mo, the arrogant and unruly Uncle Mo, who dares to destroy the mighty Mo Jiuxuan, a generation of young people in Qingzhou, with one sword.
The monk was furious after being humiliated, "Okay, you are very good, Mo Jiuxuan. I have heard of your name for a long time. Today, I will see if you deserve your name?"
He roared, and a cold air instantly freezes dozens of feet in a radius, the cold wind thrusts, and ghosts cries and wolves howl.
Mo Jiuxuan narrowed his eyes and felt the bitter cold wind blowing on his face.
The wind seemed to be pervasive and ecstatic, drilling into the skin along the pores on the surface of the skin. The meridians seemed to be blocked, and the qi immediately stopped running.
"Can Youluo Feng freeze the Spirit of the Spirit?"
Mo Jiuxuan smiled, "It's not bad, but unfortunately, I met me."
He intended to establish his authority. At the moment, the spiritual sea was rolling, his whole body was flowing, and the bone-thrusting cold air was forced out of his body. Then he called Long Han over with a move "Da Luo Tian Seal".
Even ordinary monks at the 12th level of foundation building could not resist, let alone monks at the third level of foundation building.
The waves were surging, the anger tide was surging, and the momentum was amazing. The Ziyun Sect cultivator quickly activated his spiritual power to resist.
It was like an ant shaking a big tree. In an instant, the man's mortal body and anger dissipated together.
At first there was a silence, and then Wuji Sect erupted with cheers like thunder and sea, while the foundation-building cultivators of Ziyun Sect were shocked. Several monks on the 12th floor of the foundation-building cultivators secretly wondered if they were the same fellow disciple just now,
Don't block Mo Jiuxuan's attack.
The answer is no.
If you are alone, you will definitely be injured in one move.
Taoist Master Tianyu was a little unhappy and lost in the first round, which was a big blow to morale.
"Sect Master, this kid is at the twelfth level of foundation building. Only brothers from the same level can put pressure on him. Let me go!"
Another monk approached Taoist priest Tianyu and whispered.
He has a good attitude and a restrained and thick aura. He is a monk at the twelve level of foundation building.
"Well, go and kill their might."
This monk came out with a smile, with three long beards floating in the wind, which showed a bit of a master.
"Feng Teng, here to learn the magic of Junior Brother Mo." Seeing him appearing out, the disciples of Ziyun Sect felt great peace.
"Master Feng Teng is a master at the 12th level of foundation building. His strength in the sect is second only to the sect leader, so he is now stable."
"That's right, when someone came to Xuanyun Sect to compete, Master Feng Teng won easily with one against two, and the Golden Eagle skill was already able to transform the realm, not to mention the Lingbao Mountain River Cauldron, it is difficult to meet the same realm."
"Although Mo Jiuxuan is famous and has a great reputation, Feng Teng Master has kept a low profile for many years and is an old building to build a foundation. Now, I think how crazy Mo Jiuxuan is?"
Everyone was talking, full of confidence, and stared at the two of them with wide eyes, fearing that they would miss the show by accident.
The mood of the Wuji Sect is completely opposite to that of the disciples of Ziyun Sect.
Master Xuanqing said, "Feng Teng will be on the field so soon. This old guy Tianyu wants to fight and decide quickly."
"Sect Master, Feng Teng is powerful, Senior Brother Mo may not be able to resist it!"
"It's better to call Junior Brother Jiuxuan back. He is the future of the sect, but after all, he is young. If he can practice for another hundred years, why should he be afraid of Feng Teng?"
Master Xuanqing listened to the discussion in his ears and looked at the young monk standing in the air. He was nervous and had an inexplicable illusion.
Mo Jiuxuan can reach the twelfth level of foundation building so quickly, so he should have his own mysterious opportunity, otherwise he would not have entered the country so quickly!
Feng Teng is very strong, is Jiuxuan weak?
In the wind, a monk named Feng Teng slowly took out a bronze tripod the size of a palm, which was on it, which contained the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and faintly fluctuated powerful spiritual power.
"This thing is called Shanhe Cauldron, which can refine all things in aristocratic families. Mo Jiuxuan. Although your skills are wonderful, can you resist my Shanhe Cauldron?"
I'll go, this old guy...
Xuanqing Zhenren scolded angrily.
"No, the Shanhe Cauldron is an ancient magic weapon, with great power. Even in ancient times, it was a notorious fairy treasure. Feng Teng's hand should be a copy.
However, even if it is a imitation product, judging from the fluctuations in the spiritual power in the cauldron, it is at least at the level of spiritual treasures.
Oh no, no!"
Lianyue was also shocked, "Sect Master, the spiritual treasure is second only to Xuanbao and Xianbao. Our sect does not even have a spiritual treasure. Taoist Master Tianyu actually gave Feng Teng the mountain and river cauldron, because he wanted to kill Feng Teng with Feng Teng's hand.
Senior Brother Mo.
What should I do?"
While speaking, Feng Teng sacrificed magic weapons, with colorful lights and full of fairy spirit.
When the monks of other sects who were watching the battle from afar saw it, they couldn't help but comment.
"Tianyu has invested a lot of money, and he has taken out all the Shanhe Cauldron!"
"The Ziyun Sect is vowing to destroy the Wuji Sect. I wonder if the Ziyun Sect's strength is so profound!"
"That young man named Mo Jiuxuan is hanging!"
While talking, the mountain and river tripod turned into a bronze tripod of seven or eight feet in the air. The outside of the tripod was filled with light, the inside of the tripod was filled with yin wind, the evil spirit was rising, and the dark hole was so dark that it was hard to see clearly.
Suddenly, a white air flew out from it, capturing Mo Jiuxuan.
Mo Jiuxuan felt a powerful suction force coming from the cauldron, and was about to sweep him into refining.
He looked at Master Feng Teng who showed a sneer and quickly used the Wuji Secret Technique. Several purple halos appeared under his feet to fix his spirit and body, so as to prevent his spirit from leaving his body.
Feng Teng saw the mountain and river cauldron and could not do anything to Mo Jiuxuan for a while, so he pinched the tricks and chanted the spell. The suction force inside the cauldron suddenly surged, sand and stones flew below, and yellow dust was fascinated by the sky.
Under Feng Teng's urging, this spiritual treasure showed its powerful power.
"I didn't expect you to be able to withstand this long, that's pretty good!"
Feng Teng looked at Mo Jiuxuan with a sinister expression, "What if that's the case?"
He once again frantically sent spiritual power into the cauldron. The appearance of the mountain and river cauldron surged three feet again. For a moment, black fog filled the cauldron, as if countless evil ghosts were roaring, waiting for Mo Jiuxuan to tear it into pieces after entering the cauldron.
"The spiritual treasure is indeed well-known, but I underestimated it. It seems that the refining tools in the treasure house should also be learned. In the future, bringing Xiao Ran with magic weapons from head to toe will make the little girl's strength soar again."
At the critical moment of fighting, he thought about his daughter. As a father, no matter where he is or what state he is, he only has his own children in his heart.
At the hill hundreds of miles away, Mo Xiaoran stopped in a heart-warming manner and looked towards the Wuji Sect, as if he felt his father's breath.