There was a sudden silence between heaven and earth, and everyone felt the ruthlessness coming from the will of heaven.
Taoist Master Tengfeng's eyes lost their luster, and his life had left him.
The second-largest figure in Ziyun Sect fell from the sky like fallen leaves in autumn.
The elders of Ziyun Sect immediately realized that Teng Feng had died in battle, and a sense of desolation filled their hearts, making everyone want to retreat.
As for the disciples, most of them died in the battle.
It's not that they are weak, it's that they are too strong compared to the hundreds of Wuji Sect disciples. They are as strong as an adult beating a child, with no ability to fight back.
Those four shameless foundation-building monks were very powerful, and they led others to wantonly massacre the disciples in the Qi Refining Stage.
Under such a situation, Ziyun Sect disciples were already terrified.
Now, the only chance is for Taoist Priest Tianyu to win.
Only in this way can Ziyun Sect turn defeat into victory.
And those who were watching the battle were already numb.
They originally thought that the Ziyun Sect would suppress the Wuji Sect, but reality slapped them hard in the face.
Those five hundred disciples were even more like wolves and tigers, and their fierce and brave fighting posture shocked those people.
What kind of disciples are these?
They are strong in strength and fearless of death. What is important is that their Qi flows smoothly, their breathing is long, and their swordsmanship is orderly.
This kind of grace can only be seen in some geniuses.
And in the Wuji Sect, all five hundred disciples have the potential to be geniuses?
That's too terrible.
The sky was filled with gloomy clouds and the wind was howling fiercely. He Jianbai and Mo Xiaoran arrived at the outer circle of the battlefield.
"Huh?"
He Jianbai exclaimed because the scene in front of him was completely different from what he had imagined.
Hundreds of people pushed thousands of people aside, rivers of blood flowed in the mountain streams, and corpses piled into mountains. Looking at their clothes, they all turned out to be disciples of the Ziyun Sect.
Mo Xiaoran saw several familiar figures, Mu Lei, Chen Sang, Lian Yue, Ming Lang, etc., who were killing everyone, and the Ziyun Sect was retreating steadily.
"Did you see that our Wuji Sect is strong?"
The little girl put her hands on her hips, satisfied and with a glowing face.
"It's really beyond imagination."
He Jianbai stared into the distance.
Coming all the way in a hurry, the little girl's heart kept hanging, for fear that she would not be able to catch up with the battle. As for now...
"What are you doing?"
He Jianbai found Mo Xiaoran holding the spear in his hand and was eager to try it.
"Of course I'm going to help!"
The little girl jumped on the bear's back and said "Yohoo". The red-blooded violent bear's eyes glowed red, and its huge body roared away like a train. Behind it was the cute cow that had grown in size and had sharp horns.
"Brother, let me help you!"
Before the person arrives, the voice arrives first.
Mu Lei was surprised, "Junior sister is here?"
When he turned around to look, he saw a young girl dressed in red, full of energy. Sitting down was a red-blooded violent bear who was extremely powerful, and a small yellow calf behind her was as big as an elephant.
A shot swept out, and the powerful energy knocked out more than a dozen Ziyun Sect disciples. One man and two beasts rushed into the enemy formation without any scruples.
I saw a series of Ziyun Sect disciples dancing in the air, and wherever the red figure rushed, they cried for father and mother.
The red-blooded violent bear shot and collided continuously, while Niu Meng lowered his head and just charged forward.
The Ziyun Sect was defeated like a mountain, and thousands of disciples no longer had the will to fight at this moment, and began to think of retreating.
It's time for the two Jindan Masters far away to decide the outcome.
Taoist priest Tianyu's beard and hair were all messed up, his robes were torn, and the light in his eyes was still there, he was standing on a thick black cloud.
Underfoot were the roaring wind and the flashing and jumping electric current, which contained endless power. Taoist priest Xuanqing stepped on the churning blue clouds, with a fly whisk on his left arm, showing his majestic appearance.
"Tianyu, you and I are equally powerful. No one can do anything to the other, so just go back!"
"My son died in the hands of your disciples, and you wanted to take it away with just one word. It was a beautiful thought. Let me tell you, I and you will never stop fighting."
"You and I have given up our strength, and we no longer have the energy to fight. Why bother with the past?"
"Hand over Mo Jiuxuan, and I will leave immediately. If you continue like this, all five hundred of your disciples may die today."
Taoist Master Xuanqing was also very worried, but Tianyu risked his life to pester him so that he could not return help and could only waste his time here.
"Tianyu, if you don't repent, don't blame me for being unkind!"
"Old thief Xuanqing, after fighting for so long, your spiritual power should be exhausted. If you have the ability, just come!"
Taoist Priest Xuanqing sighed, "It's hard to persuade that damn ghost with words. Since you won't look back, for the sake of the Wuji Sect, I can only send you back to reincarnation."
Tianyu sneered, "I'll wait."
A pill with rich spiritual energy appeared in the hands of Taoist Priest Xuanqing. Tianyu felt his breath stagnant, "Xuanqing, are you..."
"Hey, this Purple Pill of Restoration can restore 50% of spiritual power. I didn't want to use it. But you are so aggressive, so don't blame me for cheating."
After swallowing it in one gulp, Taoist Master Xuanqing's body immediately erupted with a powerful aura, as if he had regained his vitality.
"Tianyu, I let you consume such a precious elixir before I could keep it warm. Now, I'm done with you!"
After saying that, the old sect leader, whose face was full of grief, anger and distress, raised his big hand. At the same time, a huge palm formed by spiritual power appeared on the head of Taoist Tianyu, and then slapped it hard.
...
Outside the Wuji Sect, as soon as the Nine-Turn Golden Pill elders from the Cangyu Sword Sect and the Shuijing Sect arrived, they found that the disciples dressed in the Ziyun Sect's costumes were like bees without a king, fleeing in all directions.
"This seems to be someone from the Ziyun Sect!"
"They lost?"
"It seems so."
"I suspect my eyes are dazzled!"
The monks who were watching from a distance were shocked when they saw these two people.
"Someone from the Cangyu Sword Sect is here!"
"The matter has become serious, and people from the Shuijing Sect are here too!"
"Two low-end sects asked, can they make such a behemoth care, can they?"
"Look, they seem to be flying towards Mo Jiuxuan."
This battle was won, a complete victory was achieved.
Ziyun Sect has a large number of disciples.
However, the disciples of the Wuji Sect are extremely talented and united in their determination to fight against all odds. They also face the tactics of a sea of people and never flinch.
Of the five hundred disciples, thirty were dead and more than two hundred were injured.
At least three thousand members of the Ziyun Sect died, and only a few cats and two dogs were left among the foundation-building monks.
Even if Taoist Master Tianyu is still alive, Ziyun Sect is considered useless.
After this battle, Ziyun Sect's strength is at the bottom of the bottom at best, and is still three or two levels behind Wuji Sect.
This is a question!
cruel.
Mo Jiuxuan felt sour in his heart, but fortunately, he won.
At this time, he suddenly found that he was locked by two powerful consciousnesses, and the other party was approaching him very quickly.
It was still far away a second ago, but in a blink of an eye, two old Taoist priests with outstanding grace were already standing in front of them with smiles.
Mo Jiuxuan was thinking in his mind, "I don't know him, I haven't seen him before!"
Why are you looking at me like this?
I saw two Jindan masters with strong auras holding their hands, bending slightly, with uncontrollable smiles on their faces.
"Master Mo, long time no see?"
"...?" Mo Jiuxuan's brain was in a down state, and he didn't understand why the other party was so humble?
When Jin Dan meets Zhu Ji, shouldn't it be Yi Qi's command?
Am I so awesome now?
He quickly returned the gift politely, "I've met the two seniors!"
The two strange old Taoist priests were very satisfied with Mo Jiuxuan's attitude and happily stroked their beards. The more they looked at him, the more they found Mo Jiuxuan pleasing to their eyes.
They both secretly breathed a sigh of relief!
"You guys came just in time!"
An old voice sounded, and Hall Master Lian Shen, who had thick black hair, came driving a treasure weapon, with one hand behind his back and the other stroking his beard.
That look, how arrogant should you be!
He is obviously just a foundation-building monk, but he shows off the characteristics of a Yuanying old monster.
However, the two Jindan masters were very considerate and quickly handed over politely, "I have met Master Lian Shen!"
Lian Shen said softly, "Hmm", with an arrogant look on his face. When he turned to Mo Jiuxuan, he changed into a respectful expression.
"Lian Shen, I have met Master Mo."
Like countless thunderbolts falling, the two Jindan Masters were dumbfounded, while the monks watching the battle were even more horrified and their scalps were numb.
Master Lian Shen, the famous master of alchemy hall in Qingzhou, calls that young man master?
Those two Jindan masters from the second-rate sect would receive a grand reception anywhere in Qingzhou, but now that Lian Shen is ignoring them, those two people still think that this is the way it should be.
What's even more annoying is that Lian Shen actually treated the young man as a disciple while ignoring the two Jindans.
Is there still any king's law? Is the world in chaos?
Mo Jiuxuan was considered a younger brother in front of two veteran Jindans who had lived for more than a thousand years. There was no way he could show mercy to those two people.
Just as he was about to speak, one of them said, "Master Lian Shen, Master Mo, this is Yuan Si from the Shuijing Sect. I have come to help your sect on the order of the sect leader, Taoist Master Feichen."
He smiled and said, "I'm sorry for the delay on the road. I came late. I hope I can atone for my sins."
Lian Shen continued to snort coldly, glanced at the other person and said, "What about you?"
The golden elixir monk looked embarrassed, "To be honest, I am the same."
Lian Shen was very unhappy and called the heads of the two second-rate sects by their names, "Feichen and Xinjing, two old guys, don't take my entrustment to heart, and you two are already at the golden elixir stage.
What can happen?"
The two of them were confused.
Lian Shen sneered, "Do you think Wuji Sect is hopeless and want to come later and play the role of savior so that my master can be grateful to you?
He is young, and I am not young anymore. What has happened? I can’t tell you that you are so careless in your heart?"
The two laughed dryly, not daring to talk back.
Speaking of which, Lian Shen is only about 200 years old. How can he have as much experience as the two Jindan masters?
It's just that Lian Shen is a fifth-grade alchemist, and the other fifth-grade alchemist in Qingzhou is Taoist Master Fei Chen, the leader of Shuijing Sect. The two want to call themselves friends.
He went up with Lian Shen's seniority, not to mention that the people in the Alchemy Hall only recognized alchemy skills and not others.
Not to mention you are some kind of Foundation Establishment Elder, Jin Dan Zhenren, even if the Yuanying old monster comes, you should talk and scold him, but you will not be polite.
Who makes people know how to make elixirs?
After all, in the world of cultivation, it is possible to do without treasures, but it is difficult to move without elixirs.
After complaining a lot, Taoist Master Lian Shen felt that the sullenness in his heart was almost gone, and he no longer had so much resentment towards the two of them.
Then he said, "This will only happen once. If it happens next time, just ask Feichen to make elixirs for you!"
"Don't dare, don't dare, there will be no next time. I think Wuji Sect has suffered a lot of losses this time, and it is inevitable that some people will use their brains. Don't worry, this kind of thing will be shouldered by the two of us."