Mo Wentian nodded slightly, in his divine sense, he was naturally not afraid of them making trouble, so he immediately threw his sleeves over and took all those storage bags into his arms. This book is from.

At this time, there were many people in the passage, Gu Aoxue and other Wuji Sect monks all walked out, and the fifty registered disciples were all full of joy, but the sixty mine slaves alone had a gloomy expression, all of them were the dead gray color of their eyes, obviously they all knew the situation outside the Dao.

Mo Wentian swept the ten treasure bags in his arms with his divine sense, and found the third-level prohibition in one of them, which was arranged at the entrance of the Elixir Valley, if it wasn't for the real person who built the foundation, it would be difficult to break the prohibition and break in.

After arranging, Mo Wentian looked over, looked at Xu Tianji's cold corpse, and commanded in a deep voice: "Master Li brought the corpse of the head of the sect to the mountain gate of Feiyun Gate."

After saying that, he looked around coldly, and ordered in a deep voice: "The disciples of the seven sects will all follow this seat to the Feiyun Gate, break through their mountain gate, and Qinghe County will change the day from now on."

"No!" All the disciples present were stunned, and their voices resounded through the sky, echoing in the depths of Qingniu Mountain.

Two hours later, in front of the mountain gate of Feiyun Gate.

The disciples of Feiyun Gate have no leader, and only one inner disciple who is at the level of Qi cultivation is in charge of the overall situation, because of his advanced age, he is responsible for guarding the sect's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, so he has not been sent out to the mountain gate, and there are only a very few above the remaining six layers, and they are all guarding disciples with important door numbers, and the rest of the disciples are just ordinary disciples below the sixth layer of Qi training.

Li Wangqing brought Xu Tianji's body forward, and Mo Wentian personally assured the disciples of the Feiyun Gate that after the disciples of the Seven Sects entered the mountain gate, they would never make indiscriminate murder unless they encountered a recalcitrant disciple.

The disciple of the ninth layer of Qi cultivation immediately opened the mountain gate, the head of the sect had already fallen, and the strength of the other party was so terrifying, and there was no real person in the sect who built a foundation, what else did they have to hold onto?

Surrounded by the stars and moons of the six sects, Mo Wentian walked into the mountain gate of Feiyun Gate proudly, his eyes were open, and the towering Feiyun main peak was still in front of him, but on both sides of the stone steps from the mountain gate up, all of them were kneeling with disciples of Feiyun Gate.

They knelt on the ground silently, as if the people after the city was broken to welcome the victor of the broken city, Mo Wentian looked up, Feiyun Peak, which shocked him four or five years ago, seemed to be a small dirt bag now, he clearly remembered that two years ago, on the Feiyun Gate Jintong Jade Girl Double Cultivation Ceremony, the stone steps up the mountain were covered with thousands of beast blankets, and tens of millions of fireflies were used on both sides.

But the prosperity and strength of the past are like yesterday's yellow flowers, after two years, Mo Wentian went to Yunfeng again, and he really wanted to trample Zheng, the first peak of Cloud City, under his feet.

Mo Wentian turned his head and ordered: "Master Xue, guard the mountain gate array, and before you get the order of this seat, you will not spare any disciple who intends to go down the mountain."

"Yes! Sect Master Mo" Xue Wuya said respectfully, leading the thirty elite disciples under his sect to strictly guard the mountain gate in case any disciples of the Feiyun Sect left Feiyun Peak.

Surrounded by the rest of the disciples, Mo Wentian walked slowly on the steps, and as they walked through the prosperous place, the disciples kneeling on both sides lowered their heads, and there was a faint sound of crying, and many disciples were secretly wiping their tears.

On the contrary, the disciples of the five sects all had excited looks on their faces, they never dreamed that those Feiyunmen disciples who were high up in the past would one day kneel down at their feet and cry, almost everyone was holding their chests high and looking radiant, only the sixty mine slaves of Wujimen looked like relatives, and they all hung their heads, as if they were afraid that the former disciples kneeling on the ground would recognize them.

Halfway up the mountain, there was a disciple of Feiyun Sect kneeling beside him, who seemed to be quite young, and he couldn't control his emotions, so he suddenly let go of his voice and began to cry.

Fei Zhenyu frowned, stepped forward and knocked him to the ground, and said with an angry face: "***, the ghost is crying wolf?" If you quarrel with Sect Master Mo, Lao Tzu will not spare your lives. ”

Mo Wentian turned his head, waved his sleeves and threw out a fresh breeze, swept the disciple to him, and said in a deep voice, "What are you crying about? I said before the mountain that I would not take your lives. ”

The disciple suddenly raised his face, tears could not stop pouring out of his eyes, and his voice was hard: "We are not afraid of losing our lives, the word is that the sect is gone, and the sect of my sect is gone!"

He was louder than the other, just saying that the sect was gone, and it seemed to be infected by his cry, and the disciples of the Feiyun Sect who were kneeling around couldn't help but fall to the ground, their shoulders trembling, and they couldn't help crying. "Presumptuous!" Fei Zhenyu pulled out his sword, and was about to step forward and kill a few disciples to demonstrate. ,

"Wait!" Mo Wentian suddenly flicked his sleeves, stopped him, frowned and said, "Have you forgotten what this seat said in front of the mountain gate?"

Fei Zhenyu's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground and said, "Sect Master Mo, you are really reckless below, please be angry."

Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed; snorted coldly, but ignored him anymore.

Zhao Tiange and Cao De glanced at each other, their faces were full of schadenfreude, but in their hearts they wanted to please Sect Master Mo, if he appreciated it, Qinghe County would not be so difficult in the future.

Mo Wentian gently waved his sleeves and sent the Feiyun Sect disciple on the ground back, his whole body released a majestic spiritual pressure, and the hearts of the disciples kneeling around him were like a big boulder in their hearts; They all prostrate themselves, although their hearts were sad, but they didn't dare to make any sound.

Mo Wentian sighed seven times, the disciples of Wujimen have only lived in the mountains for a few years, and they have already regarded Wujimen as a home to protect with their lives, Feiyunmen is a sect that has been inherited for thousands of years, and now that the city is about to be destroyed, how can these disciples not be sad?

Continuing to walk towards the top of the main peak, after a while, Mo Wentian came to the front of the main hall of the sect surrounded by the disciples of the five sects, and the square in front of the hall that could accommodate thousands of disciples to cultivate, but at this time, there was no one in the cold.

Zhao Tiange and Cao Dezheng hurriedly stepped forward and personally gently pushed open the two gates of the sect hall, standing respectfully on both sides of the hall gate.

Mo Wentian slowly put on his light robe, and walked into the hall calmly surrounded by the disciples of all sects.

The majestic hall that can accommodate hundreds of people, but it is empty and looks extremely deserted, the night pearls around the hall are flashing with dazzling light, the seven golden stones in front of the hall are empty, and the seven Zhuji real people four or five years ago, except for the second hand real people who are ethereal, have all the corners.

Mo Wentian stepped forward and lightly lifted his robe; Slowly sat on the golden stone platform in the middle, this was originally the throne of Xu Tianji of Feiyunmen, four or five years ago, he sat here, showing to the heads of the twenty Qi Sects in Qinghe County, things are people, I am afraid that he didn't understand before he died, the head of the Qi Sect who used to sit down and listen to his demonstrations will one day dominate the entire Qinghe County.

The disciples of the various sects did not dare to have half a point of neglect, and stood carefully under the stage in accordance with the order, everyone was standing upright, especially the five heads, they were in a trance, and they had an illusion, as if they were facing Xu Tianji of Feiyunmen in the past.

Under the reflection of the night pearl in the hall, Mo Wentian was bathed in golden light, as if he was a dignified emperor, his eyes swept across the crowd majestically, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoists, although this seat promised to save the lives of the disciples of Feiyunmen, the death penalty can be avoided, and the living crime is unforgivable, what do you say to deal with them?"

Fei Zhenyu thought that he was bored just now, and at this time he was a little anxious, and immediately said: "Sect Master Mo, it is better to use all the disciples of Feiyun Sect as the mining slaves of your sect."

Mo Wentian said with a smile: "Master Fei, now there are thousands of disciples of Feiyun Sect on Feiyun Peak, and this sect does not have the ability to completely digest them."

"This ∠∠∠∠∠" Fei Zhenyu was a little confused about how to answer? He looked embarrassed and retreated.

Mo Wentian thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Sweep up all these flutes, and then gather all the disciples above the sixth level to enrich them in the six factions!"

Li Wangqing and the other five masters are all full of joy, it is not easy to cultivate the fourth layer of Qi as a disciple, without decades of work, it is impossible to cultivate, I didn't expect Wujimen to be so generous, and give these disciples to the six factions in vain.

Mo Wentian sighed, stepped forward and took off Xu Tianji's treasure bag, at this time, there were dozens of real people in his arms, and there were also two real people in the middle stage of foundation building, which was a unimaginable harvest.

The disciples of the six sects walked away respectfully, they originally thought that Mo Wentian was an ordinary foundation building real person, but after seeing him use his magical powers, they were already shocked to the extreme, which was really beyond their imagination.

Mo Wentian swept over the six heads with a majestic expression, and said in a deep voice: "Master Cao, Master Zhao, your beloved people lead your disciples to collect all the storage bags on the ground." Cao Dezheng and Zhao Tiange's faces were flattered, and they immediately received the order, and hurriedly led their disciples to clean up the spoils.

Mo Wentian continued to instruct: "Master Fei, you lead two disciples and personally go to the Elixir Valley to inform the disciples of this sect to leave the valley."

Fei Zhenyu immediately received the order and led the two disciples towards the passage.

With less than a cup of tea, Cao Dezheng and Zhao Tiange, the two heads of the house, each holding a bunch of storage bags, stepped forward with respectful expressions and said: "Sect Master Mo has just cleaned up the next two people, and a total of two hundred and eighty storage bags have been found, all of which are here, and I ask Sect Master Mo to check them."