A large number of low-level disciples stood up one after another, and hurriedly ran away, completely unable to care about maintaining the formation, causing a series of ripples to appear in this mountain array, and even a trace of cracks appeared, gradually expanding.

The space inside this mountain is actually very large, and they are so vast that they only need to take more than ten breaths, and they have fled for dozens of miles.

The person presiding over the formation was even angrier, and was about to suppress it again, but was stopped by two other half-step psychics.

When this man saw the two junior disciples lying in front of him, he couldn't help but be furious, and shouted: "Senior Brother Lian, Senior Brother Gou, why are you doing this? Do you also want to rebel?"

"Senior Brother Xue, that's enough, Senior Brother Lian and I just went to the cave where the Ancestral Throne is located to check it out, and the Ancestor has indeed fallen!" the blue-haired Senior Brother Gou said solemnly.

"Impossible, how could our ancestor die in the body of this kid Han Feng, it is absolutely impossible!" This Senior Brother Xue's white hair fluttered, his face was full of anger, and he shouted loudly.

"Senior Brother Xue, recognize the reality, if you continue like this, not only will you have no way to live, but we will also accompany you to the funeral! Do you really want to bury the last bit of strength of our Mu Tianzong?!" The senior brother of the Lian had his eyebrows on his sideburns, holding a big sword, and asked in a righteous rhetorical manner.

"Hmph, you guys are trying to force the palace to fail, have you forgotten that Senior Sister Tie and the others are still in that spiritual land, leading more than half of my Mutian Sect's elite people? Our Mutian Sect can't die!" This Senior Brother Xue held a bright red ring in his hand, looked at the two of them, and asked in a cold voice.

"Don't be stupid, without the ancestor in charge, Muxia Palace, Jiuyuan Sect and Tianluo Sect will definitely take our elite people as their own, and they won't let us have another day to turn over! Otherwise, why haven't we received a reply for a long time to send out a distress message?" Senior Brother Gou shook his head and said miserably.

This Senior Brother Xue was slightly stunned, but he still couldn't let it go, so he maintained the formation and resisted the attacks of Han Feng and Murong Xue, but he didn't collapse yet.

But he also seemed to be about to lose his support, trembling all over, sweating on his forehead, obviously a manifestation of the consumption of the drama.

"We were born here and enlightened here, can you just watch the mountain gate of our Mutian Sect collapse? There is no bloody person who fights the Tianlong Gate to the end?" he said with red eyes and disordered breath.

"Senior brother, with our status and status, the Tianlong Sect has just been established, so it won't do anything to us, originally they are composed of people from various sects of the Eastern Seventh and Eastern Eighth Branches!" Senior Brother Gou sighed slightly and persuaded him.

"Yes, we can still exist in the form of the Mutian lineage, so we can keep this bit of our bloodline!" the junior disciple also said with emotion.

That Senior Brother Xue narrowed his eyes, looked at the two of them, and suddenly sneered: "It seems that you have planned to sell the lord for glory early on, everyone has their own ambitions, I don't force you, but I want to lift this formation, unless I die, you can go up together and see if you can kill me!"

"Senior brother, what kind of bastard are you talking about, we are also kind-hearted, we don't want to see you die!" Senior Brother Lian said helplessly.

"It's useless to say, you guys get out of here, I swear to live and die with Mu Tianzong!" This Senior Brother Xue was determined to stay in this mountain, and he was angry.

"Well, since Senior Brother Xue is obsessed, then don't blame us for taking a step first, take care!" Senior Brother Gou waved his hand and said slowly.

After saying this, he glanced at the junior disciple and turned to leave.

The senior brother shook his head, stopped talking to Senior Brother Xue, and followed the man.

"Hmph, don't dare to be a dog thief!" Senior Brother Xue looked at their disappearing figures, snorted coldly, and scolded loudly. If he hadn't needed to maintain the formation to resist the invasion of foreign enemies, he would have killed the two of them a long time ago.

However, with the departure of those two and the rout of many monks, this formation became more fragile, and it was broken by Han Feng and Murong Xue in an instant, revealing the body of the Hanging Heaven Mountain.

"I'm fighting with you!" This Senior Brother Xue suddenly flew out and rushed towards Han Feng and Murong Xue.

To his desolation, not a single disciple rushed out behind him to fight alongside him. In fact, his disciples had already died on the battlefield, and there were almost no left.

Han Feng naturally didn't know his story, and as soon as he turned his wrist, he was about to swing the broken sword to kill him.

At this moment, the two half-step psychic people of Mu Tianzong flew out and said in unison: "Senior Han, be merciful, we are willing to surrender unconditionally!"

"You are really a disgrace to my Mutian Sect!" This Senior Brother Xue was furious, but even so, he did not turn around and attack those two, but continued to rush towards Han Feng, as if he wanted him to fulfill his own honor.

Han Feng's brows furrowed, he didn't launch a fatal blow, but with a movement of his mind, the Sword Yuan Array unfolded, and thousands of sword qi gathered, trapping that Senior Brother Xue in an instant, like an iron wall, no matter how much he struggled, it would be useless, and he couldn't escape at all.

"Han Feng dog thief, if you let go of me, there is a kind of fight to the death with me, even if it is death, I will pull you back!" This Senior Brother Xue was really like crazy, and kept roaring towards Han Feng, even if there was a formation apart, there was a sound constantly coming out, rumbling, attracting people's attention.

Han Feng didn't know why, but he didn't have the slightest hint of anger, he moved his eyes to look at the other two half-step psychic people who rushed to him, and asked, "What's the matter with him?"

"Senior Qiqi, he is Xue Shixiong of my Mutian lineage......" That senior brother Gou can speak well, and he can explain the actual situation clearly in a few words, and he has positioned himself as the Mutian lineage from the beginning, and he has already stood on the side of Tianlongmen in advance to look at the problem.

This is also where he excels, lowering his stature will inevitably make Han Feng feel a lot better, maybe it will make Tianlongmen accept them, let them really become Mu Tian's lineage, then he can be regarded as having completed the task, Mu Tianzong is not really defeated.

"I see, it's a loyal and righteous person, it's just a little pedantic, my generation of cultivators is originally acting against the sky, where cultivation is not cultivation, why care so much about the difference between sects!" Han Feng smiled slightly and said indifferently.

This is naturally his words against his will, but he said it in front of the monks of Mutian Sect, it can win the hearts of many people, if he continues to fight, Tianlongmen will also have losses, he doesn't want to continue to have casualties, if he can use a few nice words to resolve the conflict, why not.

In fact, in this world, there is no sect of cultivation, even if it is a casual practice, there are their own gangs, all kinds of interests are intertwined, factions are multitudes, and a series of contradictions have evolved, and everyone can no longer get rid of their own labels. ()

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