The essence of the bronze bell-like eyes erupted like an angry and unrestrained substance, the beard on the bronzed face stood straight up, the expression on his face was like madness, and Wei Wuya's voice was like a flash flood.

"Chu Moyun, Great Elder Chu, you old horseman, as the Great Elder of Tianyuan City, you don't think about the welfare of my human race, but instead conspire to kill the elite high-ranking cultivators of the human race on the platform of this holy land of the human race, although my Wei Wuya is not strong, even if you fight for your life, you must stop your shameless behavior of disregarding the fate of the human race!"

"Get out of here! The matter between the Terran Divine Stage monks, it's not your turn to comment on it!"

With a righteous face, the essence in his eyes shone brightly, Chu Moyun lightly waved his sleeve robe, and a boundless mana from the Divine Transformation Stage cultivator emerged like a stormy wave, directly attacking Wei Wuya.

Dealing with Wei Wuya, a junior in the Yuan Infant Stage, Chu Moyun couldn't use his skills at all, but Yun waved his wide sleeve robe lightly, he had absolute confidence that he could make Wei Wuya, who was like a giant spirit god descending to earth, be hit hard under this blow.

Dealing with Wei Wuya, Chu Moyun didn't even release a trace of the spiritual pressure of the most ordinary god-stage cultivators.

Facing the attack of the Avatar Stage Cultivator, Wei Wuya's eyes were not only fearless, but his eyes widened with anger, and he did not slack off immediately, the iron spear magic weapon in his hand trembled, and instantly burst out with a terrifying aura, and his hideous expression was suffocating.

Under the blessing of Wei Wuya's mana, the iron spear magic weapon flashed with an inky black aura all over its body, and various patterns circled over it, meeting Chu Moyun's seemingly careless blow at a speed rarely seen with the naked eye.

"Whew"

The spatial ripples vibrate, as if they were about to tear apart the sky, and under the clenching grip of a pair of big hands, the iron spear magic weapon erupted into a terrifying and terrifying storm, and two mana that were not of the same level collided in the sky above Tianyuan Mountain, instantly inspiring a thunderous sound.

"Puff Puff"

Bright red and gorgeous blood spurted out of Wei Wuya's mouth, and although the iron spear magic weapon blessed by the mana of his Yuan Infant Monk was amazing, when it came into contact with Chu Moyun's light wind, the strong wind only dented slightly, and then there was a rebound force that Wei Wuya couldn't resist.

Wei Wuya, who was holding an iron spear magic weapon, was catapulted out under the force of the rebound, and at the same time, blood spurted out of his mouth like arrows.

"Boom"

The tower-like body slammed into the hill in the distance, making a deafening loud sound, and the huge boulders flew in the dust, and under the impact of Wei Wuya, the hill turned into a pile of rubble in an instant.

Waving his arm to wipe away the residual blood from the corner of his mouth, the mana in Wei Wuya's body quickly flowed, and in the blink of an eye, he stood up again. With his right foot stomped on the solid ground behind him, the whole person reappeared in front of Yan Batian like a rocket.

"Huh, you little guy was only slightly injured, and you can still stand in front of someone Chu like a dragon?"

A hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and Chu Moyun looked at Wei Wuya in front of him with some incredulity and great appreciation, eager to devour himself alive.

Wei Wuya, a Yuan Infant Stage monk who needs to look up in the hearts of hundreds of millions of human race monks, is just a "little guy" in the mind of Chu Moyun, a monk in the Transformation Stage.

Although he had been injured and vomited blood, Wei Wuya's spirit did not appear decadent, and the light in his eyes was still as sharp as ever.

"Very good! Among the Yuan Infant Stage monks, I haven't met a monk who can still live a dragon and tiger after receiving my blow, just by virtue of this, Chu will forgive you for your disrespectful sin, you can leave!"

With his hands behind his back, he quietly made a gesture to the group of Transformation Stage monks behind him, and Chu Moyun, who had a calm face, said to Wei Wuya lightly.

For the cultivators of the Transformation Period, the Cultivators of the Yuan Infant Stage were nothing more than ants-like figures, and they could destroy a group of people with a flip of their hands, and saying such things to Wei Wuya as Chu Moyun seemed to him to be very respectful.

"What kind of bastard, I am a disciple of my teacher, and now my master is in trouble, how can I go away. Unless you stop and disperse today, I, Wei Wuya, will act as if nothing has happened, and if anyone wants to hurt my master here and now. Then there is only one way, and that is to step over my corpse!"

The blood at the corners of his mouth was dripping and hadn't been wiped clean, but Wei Wuya's eyes were still sharp. Looking at the many Transformation Stage cultivators who were gradually closing in, Wei Wuya's eyes flashed with a terrible look, and with a shake of the iron spear magic weapon, he was about to launch a suicide attack!

"A little Yuan Infant Cultivator, I really regard myself as the number one person, I thought that it is not easy for you to cultivate mana, so I was moved by compassion, do you really think that I Chu someone is a good-tempered person and will not kill people?"

A terrifying and sharp murderous light shot out of his clear eyes, and Chu Moyun roared loudly in anger.

If a cultivator in the Transformation Stage is determined to kill a Yuan Infant Cultivator, it will indeed not be much difficulty. It's just a stretch of hand, not much different from ordinary people killing kittens and puppies.

"Wuya! you quickly retreat, leave Tianyuan Mountain with your senior mother, and wait for my news, your appearance here will not do me any good!"

Yan Batian, who was talking in a low voice with Helian Yujiao, said to Wei Wuya abruptly. The cold light in his sneering eyes quickly swept towards the surrounding group of Transformation Stage cultivators, and his waist was still straight.

"No!"

There was no trace of blood on her flower-like face, and Helian Yujiao roared hoarsely.

"Brother Tian, you can't put such a heavy burden on me, I don't have the ability to bear it, let alone bear it, these big things need to be done by you personally!"

"Gillian, don't worry, you and Wuya leave this place first, so that I can let go of my hands and feet and deal with them, with their cultivation and ability, they want my Yan Batian's life, and I have to go home and cultivate for a few more years!"

The powerful confident light in his eyes flashed, and Yan Batian's contempt for the world was undoubtedly revealed. Just looking at his bearing and expression, it seems that it is not that the monks of the Transformation Stage surrounded him and wanted to take his life, but that those Transformation Stage monks were just a rabble, and he could break them into thousands of pieces with a flip of his hand.

"Wuya, leave with your master immediately, don't hinder the killing of the teacher!"

A sharp gaze shot at Wei Wuya, and Yan Ba scolded loudly. There is not the slightest room for discernment in the tone.

"Master, the disciple has never disobeyed your order, but today please forgive the disciple for the crime of disrespect, this order will not be carried out even if the disciple is broken!"

The bold and unrestrained expression was still the same, and Wei Wuya, who was holding an iron spear magic weapon, floated directly in front of Yan Batian and Helian Yujiao without fear. His eyes burned with anger as he slowly glanced at the group of Avatar Stage Cultivators around him who could easily kill him.

"Leave with your master immediately, otherwise I will expel you from the division and never be hired!"

Yan Batian's voice was like nine days of ice, pouring straight into Wei Wuya's big ears, making him shiver fiercely.