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Feeling the imprint of his divine consciousness in the Tianxin Pavilion, Jiang Ning was first ecstatic, and then entangled.

"Brother, do you want to take back this Tianxin Pavilion?" Jiang Ning felt a little difficult to choose.

At this time, his cultivation was still very low, and if he could take back Tianxin Pavilion, his strength would increase greatly. But if you want to take back Tianxin Pavilion, it must be snatched secretly, and it is impossible to find Lan Wuwu to come back, if you don't say anything else, how to open your mouth is a problem.

And even if he wants to come back, he can't use it on the Zhongzhou Continent, after all, this Tianxin Pavilion is too dazzling. If he is not careful, he will be recognized, and then he will probably become a traitor and thief of the Tianxin Sect, and his life will be in danger.

After thinking about it, Jiang Ning decided to put this matter down for a while and wait until the matter of the Demon Gate was resolved.

These thoughts flashed through Jiang Ning's mind, and when he looked up at Tianxin Pavilion again, there was an inexplicable smile on his face.

In the air, Zou Lanzhi smiled, pinched his fingers, and slammed towards Tianxin Pavilion. Tianxin Pavilion suddenly shone brightly, and then turned into a colorful light and smashed down on the heads of the three patriarchs.

This Tianxin Pavilion is too big, like an incomparably magnificent mountain, and the three patriarchs are no different from ants in front of them, and even smaller than ants.

Moreover, this Tianxin Pavilion was urged by Zou Lanzhi to carry a violent power of heaven and earth. As it fell, the air burst into a series of explosions. Tianxin Pavilion was still hundreds of miles above the ground, and the disciples who were fighting directly below it could no longer withstand this powerful momentum.

Whether it was a monk from the Demon Sect or a disciple of the Tianxin Sect, they all looked at the smashed Tianxin Pavilion with a frightened expression, their legs trembling, and cold sweat flowing. I couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in my heart, and I didn't even have the courage to dodge.

Seeing this scene, the eight Demon Gate Yuan Spirit Realm powerhouses who were fighting with the three elders fled far away. The three patriarchs looked at the Tianxin Pavilion smashed above their heads with calm expressions, without any movement, and they didn't even have the intention of dodging.

"It's weird!" Seeing the three elders with exceptionally calm expressions, a sense of unease rose in Zou Lan's heart.

The three patriarchs were so calm that there were only two explanations, one was that they were confident that they would take the blow, and the other was that they had given up resistance and were willing to die. But neither of these possibilities is possible in Zou Lanzhi's view.

The performance of these three patriarchs is too abnormal!

"No matter what weirdness there is, suppress it together!" Zou Lanzhi put aside the thoughts in his mind, and a determined look appeared on his face.

It's just that with the fall of Tianxin Pavilion, the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Unable to help but scan his senses around, trying to find the source of his uneasiness. His divine sense swept over the bodies of several peak masters and many elders of the Tianxin Sect one by one, but to his disappointment, he found nothing.

Suddenly, his divine sense fell on Ouyang Ling's body, his face changed drastically, and he lost his voice: "Could it be Lan Wuwu?"

Almost as soon as he thought about it, his divine consciousness frantically poured into the Tianxin Pavilion. The next moment, his face turned to ashes, and he was horrified to find that Lan Wuwu, who was supposed to be sleeping in the Tianxin Pavilion, had actually disappeared.

Combined with the performance of the three patriarchs, he came to a terrible conclusion, "Lan Wuwu has been rescued!

All of this had happened in an extremely short period of time, and by the time he came to his conclusion, Tianxin Pavilion had already fallen less than three meters above the heads of the three patriarchs.

"Hey......" A sigh suddenly sounded in the sky above the entire Tianxin Sect, and it clearly entered everyone's ears.

This sigh stopped in the ears of many Tianxin Sect disciples like a beautiful sound, but listening to it in the ears of the Demon Gate cultivators was like a spring thunder, which made their hearts tremble, and a bad feeling welled up in their hearts.

At the same time as this sigh sounded, Tianxin Pavilion stopped in the air strangely, no matter how Zou Lanzhi urged, he couldn't move a single inch.

"Lan Wuwu!" These three words squeezed out from between Zou Lanzhi's teeth, revealing infinite hatred.

"Why? Why!" Zou Lanzhi's face showed a hideous look again, and the madness in his eyes also emerged, and he roared, "Why are you again?

Zou Lanzhi raised his head and stared at the figure on the back of Zilin Dragon in the distance, the madness in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by endless sorrow.

"Did I lose in the end?" Zou Lanzhi said abruptly, and what everyone heard was endless loneliness.

That's right, he was defeated, and the moment he knew that Lan Wuwu had woken up, he knew that he was defeated. This Tianxin Pavilion is the true treasure of the Tianxin Sect, and Lan Wufu has been practicing for many years, and he can easily seize control of him, just like just now.

Lan Wuwu was originally a cultivator in the late stage of the Yuan Spirit Realm, and with this Tianxin Pavilion, he would definitely be defeated. Not only him, but all the monks of the Demon Gate today could not escape death.

Lan Wuwu's face showed an unbearable look, and he raised his hand to shoot out a spiritual power, and after sealing Zou Lanzhi's cultivation, he said slowly: "Suppress it." ”

Zou Lanzhi did not resist, and it was only now that he completely accepted his fate.

The two True Dan Realm elders stepped forward to accept Zou Lanzhi, who had fallen from the sky, and stepped aside.

At this time, all the fighting had stopped, Lan Wuwu appeared to suppress the audience, and all the surviving elders and disciples of the Tianxin Sect retreated to the side, their eyes full of reverence. On the other hand, those demon monks were all desperate.

"What to hang, it's not up to my brother's magic weapon......" Jiang Ning was extremely unhappy in his heart.

"Brother Long, don't you seem to be very happy?" Seeing Jiang Ning's expression, Scar and the others asked cautiously.

Jiang Ning glanced back at Scar, and said angrily: "It's your business, heal your injuries!"

Scar smiled, took a few steps back, and came to the disciples, one of the disciples said in a low voice, "Why did Brother Long's temper become so weird?

"I think it's very likely that such a terrifying exercise must have certain drawbacks, maybe ......," the disciple said, giving everyone a "you know" look.

Hearing this, all the disciples nodded approvingly.

"I bet everything you say and look at is under Brother Long's watch. Yang Xiaopang, who had not spoken, suddenly said.

Suddenly, everyone's expressions were full, and they no longer spoke, but squeezed their eyebrows at Yang Xiaopang, which meant that Yang Xiaopang was blamed for not saying it earlier.

"Whoever is verbose again will be punished for a month of retreat!" Jiang Ning snorted coldly with a black line on his face.

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples looked at their noses and noses, and they did not dare to speak again.

In fact, they knew that even if Jiang Ning heard it, he wouldn't do anything to them, because they had always been like this.

Jiang Ning's divine sense swept over everyone, and he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, after the battle just now, there were originally more than one hundred and eighty people, but at this time there were less than one hundred and twenty people left. Nearly a third of the sacrifice made him a little uncomfortable.

It's just that there is no way to do all this, the world of cultivating immortals is already cruel, and every immortal cultivator should be prepared to fall at any time when he embarks on the path of cultivating immortals. If Jiang Ning blindly sheltered them, it would only make them die faster.

In the air, Lan Wuwu's gaze fell on those monks of the Demon Gate, and suddenly a cold light flashed, revealing a murderous opportunity. Said coldly: "Do you end it yourself or let me do it?"

"I'll go!, it's quite humane!" Jiang Ning was speechless.

Many Demon Gate cultivators were silent, they wanted to ask Lan Wuwu if there was any other choice.

"The righteous path has always regarded our demon path as a thorn in the flesh, and he doesn't want to get rid of us all the time, don't have any illusions, fight with me!" Suddenly, the tall Yuan Spirit Realm late-stage powerhouse shouted: "My Demon Sect monk has no one who is afraid of death, even if he dies, he will die in battle!"

"Fight, fight, fight!" the remaining thousand or so Demon Gate monks roared in response.

The sound was rolling, like thunder exploding, deafening, resounding throughout the Tianxin Sect. It's just that Jiang Ning heard a sense of tragedy from this cheer, and instantly a sense of respect rose from the bottom of Jiang Ning's heart.

Jiang Ning didn't have a clear concept of righteousness and demons, and what he saw at this time was not a group of demons who killed people without blinking, but a group of warriors who were about to rush to the battlefield.

Unlike his thoughts, the disciples of the Tianxin Sect showed mocking smiles one by one. In their eyes, these demon monks are mantis arms as cars, and they can't measure their strength.

"Kill!" shouted like flames igniting explosives, and a great battle broke out in an instant.

More than a thousand Demon Gate monks, led by two monks from the Demon Gate Yuan Spirit Realm, slaughtered Lan Wuwu like moths to a flame. The sky was full of brilliance, and countless attacks smashed towards Lan Wuwu like a tide.

Lan Wuwu stood on the back of the Zilin Dragon, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were full of sarcasm. And his not majestic figure stands like Mount Tai.

Lan Wuwu pinched his hands, and Tianxin Pavilion suddenly turned into a colored streamer, facing the attack in the sky. Blocked all attacks, then continued to rush forward, and where it passed, the Demon Gate monks rained down.

Puff puff...... A series of blood spurts sounded, and an unknown number of monks spurted blood and flew upside down, blood spilled into the sky, and a blood rain suddenly fell in the Tianxin Sect.

The two Demon Gate cultivators in the late stage of the Yuan Spirit Realm also spurted blood in the air at the same time, and their bodies flew out upside down.

Under one blow, the Demon Gate Monk was completely defeated! Although Lan Wuwu's strength was strong, he was far from reaching this step, and he was able to do this, mostly thanks to Tianxin Pavilion, and the power of this Tianxin Pavilion could be seen.

After the blow, the sarcasm on Lan Wuwu's face became even stronger, and those undead Demon Gate monks rushed again.

Suddenly, the two Demon Gate cultivators in the late stage of the Yuan Spirit Realm turned sharply and flew towards the Heavenly Heart Sect's Mountain Protection Array. It seems that he wants to blast out the big array and seize a glimmer of life for everyone.

"Wishful thinking!" Lan Wuwu snorted coldly, his divine sense controlled the Tianxin Hall to continue to crush many Demon Gate powerhouses, and he was in a phantom shape, rushing towards the two Yuan Spirit Realm Demon Gate cultivators, one tall and one short.

The remnant blood and the demon demon had already been prepared, and when Lan Wuwu moved, they also moved at the same time, instantly blocking in front of Lan Wuwu, swinging their swords and slashing. However, their cultivation was not as good as Lan Wuwu's, and now they were injured, and they were slapped away by Lan Wuwu with just one palm.

Lan Wuwu's expressionless body moved again, and the next moment he appeared in front of the two Yuan Spirit Realm Demon Sect cultivators. A palm was slapped, and the void collapsed.

Seeing this, the tall Demon Gate Monk reflexively slapped at him, and was immediately slapped away, while a purple flying sword shot at the other short Demon Gate Monk, and before his attack could be issued, a sword pierced the opponent's shoulder.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ning's pupils shrank, and he was shocked in his heart: "This blue worry-free combat power is really terrifying!"

However, the next moment, Jiang Ning's face changed drastically, and a loud shout suddenly burst out of his mouth: "Lan Wuwu!