He did everything he could do, even if he could only delay it for one more day, after all, he was not an immortal cultivator, but just a martial artist, and he couldn't break the power of the broken array flag.

In the dormitory of the old man Chen Wuhui, Mo Wen stood in front of the bed with a stern face, and once again the old man Chen applied the needle.

According to the normal situation, it would take two more days for Old Man Chen to fully recover, but Mo Wen knew that Wu Nianmen couldn't wait for two days, so he had to use some special means.

From afternoon to evening, Mo Wen stayed in Old Man Chen's dormitory.

Old Man Chen sat cross-legged on the bed, and white mist continued to emanate from him, like a water mist.

I don't know how long it took, the sun went down and the moon rose.

A terrifying aura emanated from the dormitory, covering the entire room in an instant, but only for a moment, the terrifying aura disappeared again, as if it had never appeared at all, but only an illusion.

Mo Wen slowly put the Mingyang Ancient Needle back into the Medicine Spirit Ring, his always solemn face finally relaxed, and he nodded slightly at Old Man Chen who was facing the bed.

At this time, Old Man Chen had already opened his eyes, his face was ruddy, his eyes were dazzling, and he was full of energy, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a patient.

"Thank you Mo for asking Xiaoyou for rejuvenation, the old man and Wu Nianmen are grateful."

Chen Wuhui stood up directly from the bed and bowed slightly to Mo Wen.

"Old man Chen is polite."

Mo Wen dodged away, Chen Wuhui, who was one or two hundred years old, saluted him respectfully, which made him a little weird.

Although if he rebuilds the Ming Sect in the future and Chen Wuhui becomes his subordinate, this kind of etiquette is indispensable, but it is not after all.

"Don't ask Xiaoyou, your means. The old man was a little frightened, in this world, there are probably very few people whose medical skills can be compared to you. ”

Chen Wuhui glanced at Mo Wen deeply, originally he was not very optimistic about whether Mo Wen could rebuild the Ming Sect, but now he faintly saw the brilliant future of this young man.

"The old man praised it falsely, the world is so big, I'm afraid what we can see is only a corner." Mo Wen smiled lightly, he didn't know how big it was in the whole world. After all, he doesn't know much about the world either.

What's more, there are immortal cultivators in this world, and his ability is nothing. Chen Wuhui's words obviously did not include immortal cultivators.

"Now that Old Man Chen's injuries have healed, he must have a countermeasure in his heart against the Holy Fire Sect, right?" Mo Wen hooked his lips and smiled, in order to heal Chen Wuhui's injuries, he had to spend a lot of effort and price.

"Don't ask Xiaoyou, why ask me, you already have a countermeasure in your heart, right?"

Chen Wuhui laughed. When I met Mo Wen, the Holy Fire Sect had indeed poured blood mold for eight lifetimes.

……

Time passed little by little, and both the Holy Fire Sect and the Mindless Sect were waiting, once the power of the Wind and Snow Array was completely gone. Then the war will break out completely.

The people of the Holy Fire Sect couldn't wait, sharpening their knives, and their faces were hideous.

The atmosphere in the Wunian Sect became more and more tense, and the faces of many disciples had turned pale. The mind is full of thoughts, as if waiting for a catastrophe to strike.

At dawn, the first rays of light break through the clouds. Shine on the earth, and shine a light on the inner city.

The power of the wind and snow array finally disappeared completely, and the inner city was restored to its original appearance, as if it was just an environment.

The buildings in the city gradually appeared in everyone's eyes, and they were no longer obscured by the wind and snow, and nothing could be seen.

"Chen Zikuang, now I want to see how long Wu Nianmen can still be dying and struggling."

Zhu Yanhuo sneered, looked at the palace groups of Wunianmen, and pointed his gaze directly at the Nianxin Hall in the center.

"Everyone, kill me, no piece of armor will be left."

Zhu Yan said coldly, and then the first one flew out, and ran to the inside of the Wunian Gate first.

The martial artists of the Holy Fire Sect, who were ready to go, rushed towards the Wunian Gate frantically as if they had eaten stimulants. The feeling of grievance that had been in the past half a month could finally disappear completely, and they were no longer restricted by the environment.

Chen Zikuang was alone in front of the square of the Nian Xin Temple, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Holy Fire Sect, he had already made preparations. As for mobilization, there is no need at all, after half a month of fighting, everyone in the Wunian Gate knows that it is either life or death. Giving it your all is the only option.

"Chen Zikuang Xiaoer, look at how arrogant you are this time, give me death."

In a moment, Zhu Yanhuo flew to the sky above the Nian Xin Palace, and with a wave of his hand, a terrifying force poured down, turned into a giant palm, and crashed into Chen Zikuang.

Chen Zikuang had a cold face, and greeted him fearlessly, there were two things in his hands, one was a mountain-shaped inkstone, and the other was a small token, both of which were Wunianmen's Zhenzong spiritual weapons. The reason why Chen Zikuang was able to rely on the cultivation of the early stage of Jindan to block Zhu Yanhuo, a martial artist in the middle stage of Jindan, was not unrelated to the fact that he had two spiritual weapons in his hands, in addition to the assistance of the Wind and Snow Great Array.

However, now that the wind and snow array is missing, it is a little reluctant to block Zhu Yanhuo with only two spiritual weapons. What's more, there is also a Li Zhuoying eyeing him from the side, but so far, he can only fight, and there is no other way.

Zhu Yanhuo and Chen Zikuang collided together, and the two immediately fought fiercely, and the terrifying power formed a tornado, and almost no one around dared to approach here.

On the other side, more than a dozen elders of the Holy Fire Sect in the early stage of Jindan poured into the Wunian Sect one after another, looking for opponents in various ways, and fought frantically. Fortunately, Mo Wen killed the ten elders of the Holy Fire Sect before asking, otherwise the twenty or so elders of the Holy Fire Sect would rush up, and I am afraid that the Wunian Gate would not be able to stop it at all.

But even so, the Holy Fire Sect still has twelve elders, but there are only eight on the side of the Wunian Sect, so it can be said that it is still at a disadvantage.

Lin Mad didn't pay attention to the elder-level martial artists in the Wunian Gate, but kept scurrying around in the Wunian Gate, flying through the halls one by one, as if looking for something.

"Where did that little beast die?"

Lin Mad's face was cold, constantly looking for Mo Wen's figure. The last incident caused him to lose face, not only did his colleagues in the Holy Fire Sect laugh at him from time to time, but even the sect leader was a little displeased with him because of this.

Lin Madman, as his name suggests, was originally a crazy, arrogant and face-loving person, how could he bear this breath. I have been pondering in my heart, and as soon as the wind and snow of the Wunian Gate broke through, I immediately found Mo Wen, and broke the little beast's corpse into thousands of pieces, crushed the bones and scattered ashes, so that he knew what life is better than death.

"Who are you looking for?"

A lazy voice suddenly sounded behind Lin Mad, it was a young man, holding his arms, his eyelids drooping slightly, as if he didn't mean to look at Lin Mad for a while.

When Lin Mad heard the familiar voice, he suddenly turned around and said with a hideous face: "Okay, you little brute, you are actually hiding here, grandpa will teach you what it means to be a 'desire to die'." ”

"Are you blind? Which eye saw me hiding? Mo asked lightly.

"Little brute, you are tired of living, give me death."

Lin was furious, he didn't expect that at this time, Mo Wen would dare to be so ignorant of life and death, didn't he know that it wouldn't take long for the Wunian Gate to perish. And he, a little brute, will only be more miserable than everyone else.

Lin Madness roared, took a step, and a change of position in the air, appeared in front of Mo Wen in an instant, an iron fist had already smashed out, and the terrifying power made the surrounding space seem to collapse, and the air pressure changed rapidly.

"Idiot, you don't have that ability yet.

Mo Wen raised his hand slightly, and easily blocked Lin Mad's punch, but with the help of inertia, his figure instantly retreated a few hundred meters.

"Want to run? Hmph, it's late. ”

Lin Mad sneered, thinking that Mo Wen wanted to escape, so he immediately chased after him, and howled loudly while chasing, as if he was venting the sullenness in his heart, as if he could finally take revenge.

The corners of Mo Wen's mouth hooked up a playful smile, his figure flickered slightly, and he kept retreating, and in a moment he ran out of a thousand meters away, the direction became more and more remote, and there was hardly anyone around.

"See where you can go." Lin Mad sneered and continued to chase wildly, when the young man ran again, he would always run out, he would not think that a young man's endurance could be stronger than him.

"Idiot, I said I wasn't running, and you were stupidly chasing after me; If you want to die, then I will fulfill what you have. ”

Mo Wen smiled, and then an invisible soul fluctuation instantly crashed into Lin Mad.

Lin Maan's body trembled violently, and he almost fell out of mid-air, his eyes were dull, as if he had short-circuited.

"The soul strength is good, but it's still not enough."

Mo Wen's figure appeared beside Lin Mad in an instant, the smile on the corner of his mouth became bigger and bigger, and then before Lin Mad reacted, he slapped him in the face and flew him out directly.

"Ahh

Lin Mad screamed, came to his senses in an instant, glared angrily, looked at Mo Wen and said angrily: "Little beast, what have you done to me." ”

"Idiot, of course it's killing you." Mo Wen smiled coldly.

The next moment, a muffled thunder sounded in Lin Maan's mind again, as if a heavenly thunder exploded in his mind, Lin Maan's body shook, as if he was drunk, and chased him to the ground.

At this moment, a faint white cloth flew out from the shadows, and appeared beside Lin Mad in the blink of an eye, with a slight slap of his palm, an amazing power was transmitted out, and the palm was still one meter away from Lin Ma, but Lin Mad's head had exploded instantly, like a rotten watermelon.

The power of one palm is simply amazing.

"Old Man Chen is really old and strong." Mo Wen smiled faintly.

"Thanks to you, it looks like this old bone will live a few more years." Chen Wuhui smiled, his face was very ruddy.

"I haven't killed a martial artist in the middle of Jindan yet, but I can have a good time today, Old Man Chen, you wait a moment again, I'll go over and lure the prey over."

A strange smile curled up at the corner of Mo Wen's mouth, and his eyes looked at the main battlefield on the side of the Nian Xin Palace. (To be continued......)