The road up the mountain, there is a distance of two or three miles, so many people, naturally it is impossible to hide the traces, although when entering the mountain, the disciples who guarded the mountain gate were stunned, but everyone advanced a distance, in the end they were still discovered by the disciples of the Yunlan Sect, for a time the bell on the top of the mountain was roaring, the lights were bright, and the voices were boiling.

Yin Haotian took away most of the masters, and at this moment, there were only more than fifty masters left on the top of the mountain, and most of the rest were the family members of the disciples, as well as some disciples of the Qi Induction Realm and the Tongmai Realm.

The Yunlan Sect is worthy of being a seventh-level sect that has been established for hundreds of years, and in just twenty minutes, all the disciples who can fight are all concentrated in the square of the mountain gate, one by one holding weapons, with resolute faces, without the slightest panic.

All the disciples of the Yunlan Sect have their confidence, and the sect is in danger at the moment, but no matter how many enemies there are and how many masters there are, they can't be afraid, because, behind them, there is an old ancestor with monstrous skills.

And when it was found that the team of more than 200 people of Yi Yun Sect rushed up towards the top of the mountain, the disciples of Yun Lan Sect had already sent someone to inform the ancestor of the back mountain for the first time, and when everyone in Yi Yun Sect could vaguely see those Yun Lan Sect disciples under the firelight, a huge roar sounded in the back mountain of Yun Lan Sect, and a thin figure rose from the stone cave on the rock wall with an angry face, and he was in mid-air, as if there was an invisible bridge under his feet, just walking forward step by step in the air, every step out, his body moved forward a distance of dozens of meters, and he came to the square of the Yunlan Sect in the blink of an eye。

"Haotian and Puda are dead?" When Yi Yunfei came to the square with the disciples of Yi Yunzong, he heard the cold voice in mid-air, and subconsciously looked up, only to see the old man hanging in mid-air, and everyone couldn't help but gasp.

"Sure enough, it's Tongxuan's cultivation!" As soon as Yi Yunfei's divine thought was released, he felt a numb breath from the Mid-Void Sect like a desolate beast staring at him, the cold wind missed, his body shook slightly, and under the face, the other party had not yet made a move, and his momentum made everyone feel a sense of despair and powerlessness.

"This, this is Tongxuan!" Zhao Yu said with a pale face and a dream-like eating.

"No need to answer, I see. In that case, you should die here!" The thin old man's face in mid-air no longer had that angry expression at this time, but his eyes were calm, and his hands were gently raised.

Between the old man's movements, Yi Yunfei's keen spiritual sense soon felt that the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth was driven by this gentle hand, like a big stone dropped in a calm lake, making the entire lake shake.

"Is this Tongxuan? What a terrifying power!" Yi Yunfei pulled out a smile with some difficulty, and he had already determined in his heart that today was more than auspicious, and this Tongxuan's cultivation, even if the other party didn't make a move, just this hanging kung fu was already invincible.

Seeing that the old man's hand was about to be pressed down, and the clothes of the Yi Yunzong people who were encouraged by the crazy riotous air currents fluttered and their long hair fluttered, Yi Yunfei could only hold on to the last glimmer of hope and shouted: "You ignore the primeval covenant?"

The old man's face changed, his hand hung in the air and did not move again, and he said with some surprise: "I didn't expect that there are still people in this place who know about the Ancient Covenant, it seems that your background is not small!"

"The Ancient Covenant stipulates that cultivators above Tongxuan and Tongxuan are not allowed to arbitrarily attack human cultivators with low cultivation, have you forgotten?" Yi Yunfei saw that the old man was moved by his words, and hurriedly continued.

"Hmph, I don't need you to say it, I know. You may think that if you bring up the matter of the primeval covenant, I will let you go, right? You are wrong, I am just talking to you for the sake of knowing the primeval covenant. The old man's emaciated face fluttered with a few strands of gray beard, and he snorted slightly coldly at the moment, and his face became more and more gloomy.

When Yi Yunfei heard the old man's words, his heart began to sink again.

"The primeval covenant only stipulates that you can't shoot at low-level monks at will. But it doesn't mean that if a low-level monk destroys my bloodline descendants and brings people to kill my sect, I can't resist. So, you better die!" may have hated Yi Yunfei and the others to the extreme, after the old man finished speaking, his face was full of playful smiles, and with a wave of his hand, a terrifying aura pressed down on everyone.

Invisible, colorless, only terrifying wind came to the face, and in an instant, everyone felt a burst of difficulty breathing, and the real attack had not yet arrived, and several people could no longer feel any chance, not to mention resisting at this moment, they couldn't even move their feet to dodge.

[Xuanling True Scripture] was running wildly, and Yi Yunfei's divine thoughts were almost all dispersed, and he could only vaguely feel that a huge transparent palm was slowly pressed down from the air towards his group, and Yi Yunfei was in the middle of this palm, and it was also the most terrifying position. His chest seemed to be pressed by countless boulders, and his entire body was imprisoned by this terrifying force, and the blue tendons on his forehead kept beating, but he only moved his arm and took out a talisman from his arms.

The disciples behind him were on the verge of palm wind, but their skills could not be compared with Yi Yunfei, seeing Yi Yunfei's movements, one by one they were also blessed to the soul, and took out the only remaining thunder talisman from his arms, this subtle movement, the degree of difficulty, was not much easier than Yi Yunfei.

"Rabbits can bite people when they are in a hurry, Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, the Tongxuan realm is really so invincible!" Yi Yunfei's stubbornness came up again, his hand shook slightly, and he scolded lightly in his mouth, and the talisman flew towards the old man with Xuan'er's slowness.

"Go!" Countless disciples threw out the talisman seals in their hands at the same time, and for a while, hundreds of talisman seals flew like snowflakes under the palm wind, and the scene was quite spectacular.

Tongxuan's cultivation is too terrifying, the third-order rune seal has no effect on such a master, the rune seal rises flutteringly, but it has never been able to fly out of the range of the palm wind, this invisible huge palm, as if imprisoning everything under the palm, everything can not escape from this palm.

Yi Yunfei felt that his feet had sunk deep into the dirt, the muscles and bones of his body were pressed by this terrifying pressure to make a creaking sound, the green tendons on his forehead kept beating, and he had used all his strength to barely support himself to stand up.

"Put away these children's things, it's useless to me, Tongxuan's cultivation, you will never be able to understand his strength. At this time, Yi Yunfei also understood the old man's true thoughts, he could actually kill his own group as quickly as possible, at this time, this palm power landed so slowly, just didn't want his group to die too happily.

Yi Yunfei heard the sound of Yi Yunzong's disciples clenching their teeth behind him, and knew that these people had also reached the end of the crossbow at this moment, and they were struggling to support, and they were extremely anxious in their hearts, but they couldn't think of any way to crack it.

"You can choose to kneel down and kowtow three times to my dead child and my disciple. I'll consider letting you die a happy death!" The old man's face rose with a fierce anger at the mention of the child and the apprentice, and he almost gritted his teeth. Yin Haotian and Chen Puda, one is his own son, and the other is his closed disciple, and now they are all dead at the hands of Yi Yunzong, and Yunlan Sect has also greatly reduced the strength of Yi Yunzong, and he already hates the group of people in front of him to the extreme.

"Never!" Yi Yunfei clenched his silver teeth, and the corners of his mouth were already overflowing with blood, but two words still popped out of his mouth.

"Never!" all the Yi Yun Sect disciples behind him shouted in unison, desperately straightening the rocker. Even those disciples of the original Huoyun Sect surrendered extremely happily when they faced Yi Yunfei, but in a short period of time, they had completely integrated into the Yi Yunfei Sect, and they were full of attachment to this magical sect, and when they heard Yi Yunfei's words at this moment, they followed this roar without hesitation.

Because of the abnormal movement of the aura caused by the master of Tongxuan, those fluttering thunder runes were more than ten times slower than the time of the previous launch, but it was impossible for this palm wind to isolate the aura after all, and the thunder runes that had been brewing for a long time were finally launched with a loud shout from everyone, but they were blocked by the palm wind, and the terrifying thunder and lightning were still more than ten meters away from the thin old man.