In the name of inaction at night, Muyang also heard about it. Including the name of the Dan Divine Palace, although it is not a big sect, at least Mu Yang knows that when the Ten Thousand Daomen took advantage of the fire to rob, they did not help the abuse, which is indeed true.

The Holy Sect was in a moment of crisis, although the young man in the Chinese costume was rescued along with the Qiankun Roulette. Even under Muyang's unremitting efforts, a large amount of leyline qi was consumed, and the Qiankun Roulette was even stronger and more refined than at the beginning.

Anything at the moment is a trouble for Muyang. Because what he had to do was to stabilize this vital plane first. Too many ordinary people, too many ordinary cultivators, need a stable life.

Appearing on the Holy Sect Square, no matter who it is, is an obstacle to Muyang. Ye Wuwei is so aggressive, he actually knows the difference in strength, and he still refuses to back down at all, which is simply too crazy.

The madman Mu Yang has seen a lot, this kind of strength gap is so huge, and he can still be angry and ignore it, he simply saw his own shadow in Ye Wuwei. However, this time, Muyang must not let it go.

Furious, Ye Wuwei was respected by everyone, whether it was among the three sects or within the Dan Divine Palace. Even the master of the Dan Divine Palace, his master, had never despised and taught him such a lesson.

Therefore, Ye Wuwei, driven by anger, rushed directly towards the source of the sound. It's a pity that after the Holy Sect's aura was disturbed, although there was still a restriction on the enchantment here, it was obviously vulnerable and easily broken.

"Hehehe...... It turns out that the dignified Holy Sect is nothing more than that. It seems that it is just a façade!" I have to say that Ye Wuwei is really brainless in this situation of losing his mind, and he has not noticed the change in his breath.

Suddenly, a disciple of the Dan Divine Palace behind Ye Wuwei shrank his eyes and said in astonishment: "Senior brother, don't go over." Stop!" At the same time, he stomped and rushed behind him, and two streams of light flowed.

Boom, boom, boom, there was a muffled sound from the front of the square, above the clearing. Then I saw a huge crack crack on the ground in the front yard of the Holy Sect, and a violent force surged.

"Ah...... Ah......h Many people from the Dan Divine Palace fell into the crack unexpectedly. The crack is bottomless, and it is unknown whether it will die or die if it falls.

Taking advantage of this time, Mu Yang didn't have time to take care of it, and the disciples of the Dan Divine Palace also lost their square inches. The people of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate on the other side broke free from the shackles in the chaos. Even if the disciples of the Dan Divine Palace wanted to stop it, it was too late now.

From the very beginning, when Ye Wuwei wanted to break into this Holy Sect, the smiles of the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were abnormal. But they did it on purpose, only then could they escape again without a hitch, and then they would not be so easily fooled.

There is a set of secret methods in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, which can only be cultivated by those who have the right physique. This secret method is related to the breath of the earth. He had long sensed that the leyline qi in this large area was very abnormal, and the source was in the Holy Sect.

The leyline qi is rapidly draining and converging in one place. But it was soon completely absorbed by someone. At this rate, sooner or later, the Holy Sect would completely collapse and collapse. So all the plans are in progress, and nothing is planned at night.

But in an instant, Ye Wuwei fell into the huge crack. But in the next second, he also reacted. His hands were sealed, and there was an extra fist-sized ball in his hand, like a golden pill, and he threw it outward.

The ball sank into the ground, and countless cyclones burst out from it. These cyclones are still golden. Wrap the body of Ye Wuwei for the strongest defense. So he hung in the middle of the crack.

His face was completely pale, and at this moment, Ye Wuwei knew that he had been fooled. In the next second, one of the people from the Ten Thousand Daomen just walked over unhurriedly, with a playful smile on his face: "Ye Wuwei, you are really stupid!"

"Haha...... It's so easy to be fooled, how did you get on the big disciple of the Dan Divine Palace? It seems that your master is getting more and more confused. The people of Wandaomen sneered unceremoniously, but there was no way to do anything at night.

After a pause in laughter, the face of the Ten Thousand Daomen people sank, and they stared at Ye Wuwei: "You think you are very powerful?" But you haven't noticed that the Holy Sect is about to disappear to a certain extent, and it won't last long. ”

With a wave of his robe, he said even more arrogantly: "I might as well tell you that because of the consumption of the leylines, the power of the Holy Lord is also consumed. He is too busy to take care of himself now, and he can't care about anyone's life or death, and if you want to find fault, it's too late. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his face changed suddenly. Before he had time to turn around, his body couldn't move directly. An incomparably powerful aura behind him enveloped it, and there was an icy aura that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, which was a sign of death.

"Oh, is it? Are you so sure? This seat must be too busy to take care of itself?" A faint voice came, with a play, but more of an irresistible murderous aura, which made people creepy and even more overwhelmed.

Cold sweat broke out, and the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate knew that they had underestimated the Holy Lord, so they hurriedly said: "Holy Lord, I didn't mean that, I just lost my words for a while, and I ask the Holy Lord not to be too careful, in such a situation, ......"

Before the words fell, the man of the Ten Thousand Daomen flew out in an instant, slamming into the ground, and the blood stained the ground around him, dying, but not completely dead.

"Hmph, no matter how busy this seat is, even if the Holy Sect is really in a crisis from which there is no return, it will not be your turn to talk about it. Do you really think that this seat is now a tiger falling in Pingyang?"

Standing in the center of the Holy Sect Square, Mu Yang was wearing a plain robe, and his armor had been constricted in his body, and that aura was incomparable to anyone. Even if he really had to consume a lot of breath and spirit, he was still the Holy Lord's Venerable.

His eyes swept over the disciples of the Dan Divine Palace. Because those people from the Ten Thousand Swords Gate have fled in a hurry. In the end, Mu Yang fixed his gaze on Ye Wuwei: "What? Are you still full of anger and want revenge?"

At this moment, Ye Wuwei needs to do his best to maintain his balance so as not to fall into the abyss. So Muyang also knew his embarrassing situation, but deliberately wanted to stimulate him: "There are brave and unscrupulous juniors, do you think you are very powerful?"

Now Muyang doesn't have so much time to entangle with it, so he doesn't plan to talk about it in a hurry. With a wave of his robe, he said lightly to the disciples of the Holy Sect: "Disciples, listen, those who are not in serious trouble, expel them from me." ”

If there are no superfluous words, they will be forcibly evicted directly. Muyang is annoyed enough, and he doesn't want anyone to continue to look for trouble. He was even more impatient with this group of ignorant people. But from this moment on, Dan Jingu was in the Holy Sect, and there was no good impression.

Finally rescued Ye Wuwei, but the disciples of the Holy Sect did not give him a good face. The former's strength is too much to consume, and he has no strength to continue to make trouble, so he can only withdraw temporarily unwillingly, and then make the next step.

(End of chapter)