Ma Xie told Lei Zezhen about Feng Qianfan one by one, and after hearing Ma Xie finish speaking, Lei Zezhu said in amazement: "I am very relieved to have such a junior." It's just that after eight hundred years, our Illusory Extreme Sect still can't resist this curse, I don't know what the point of his resistance is?"

Eight hundred years ago, Lei Zestri, who might appreciate Feng Qianfan's approach, regarded the sect as the supreme and regarded the honor of the sect as higher than everything in the Phantom Extreme Sect, and finally ended up like this, such an encounter had to make Lei Zestruck reflect on what the meaning of their sect's existence was.

Is it for the three words "Phantom Pole Sect"? Of course not, but to let the descendants of the sect live in peace and stability in this chaotic world.

If you pay for the lives of all your children for the sake of the sect's unrealistic fantasies, is it all worth it?

For eight hundred years, there was not a day when Lei Zezheng didn't think about this problem, and suddenly one day, when he had a premonition that his divine sense was about to disappear, he realized a problem that had been ignored by the sect members of the Phantom Pole Sect, that is, survival was much more important than the reputation of the sect.

In the past, the Phantom Strike Sect preached to its disciples that they had to sacrifice their lives for the honor of the sect, but in the end, in order to leave the fire of the Phantom Pole Sect, they could only hide here with a group of children.

Eight hundred years have passed, and there are no cultivators among these descendants, not even martial artists, all the descendants have become ordinary mortals, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, this kind of life has passed for hundreds of years, is it necessary for such a group of people to work hard for the three words "Phantom Pole Sect"?

What can they give but a life?

As soon as he was alive, he had already made these villagers do their best.

"Our will should not be imposed on future generations. It is we who have ruined the Phantom Pole Sect, and there is no reason for us to let our descendants take on the mission of reviving the Phantom Pole Sect. Lei Zeshuang said to Ma Xie: "You go and tell them, let them hand over the name and territory of the Phantom Extreme Sect, those are of no use to them, but just a burden, just live well." ”

Eight hundred years is enough time for Lei Ze to understand the preciousness of life, as the last cultivator of the Phantom Pole Sect, as the ancestor of the group of people in Phantom Pole Village, he is qualified to say this, and only he can relieve the invisible burden on the villagers of Phantom Pole Village!

"I understand, senior, I'll go back and relay your words to Uncle Feng, hoping that he can figure it out and lead the villagers to live a good life. Ma Xie gave Lei Zezhen a salute and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Yuan Wuji suddenly barged in from outside.

"Ma Xie! Oh no! The people of Xuanyang Gate have broken through the formation!" Yuan Wuji said to Ma Xie with a frightened face.

"What!" Ma Xie and Lei Zezheng didn't expect that Xuanyangmen would be so direct and rude.

Ma Xie frowned and said, "It seems that the matter cannot be stopped, I have to go back to protect the villagers quickly!"

"Wait!" Lei Ze stopped Ma Xie: "Take this, I hope it will help you!"

A streamer of light was sent to Ma Xie, and it was a small gourd made of bronze.

"This small gourd contains a set of Dao patterns of a third-level killing array, according to your spiritual power, it should be enough to drive a part, you should be able to use it. Lei Zezhen's figure gradually disappeared, knowing that there was no peerless genius among his descendants, he could only ask Ma Xie to take care of his offspring and let them live in peace and stability.

Ma Xie took the small gourd in his hand, and felt a warm current pass from his palm, until he knew the sea, and he clearly felt the Dao patterns circulating in the small gourd.

"Thank you, seniors. Ma Xie said.

"Go ahead...... Please also protect the lives of my people, and tell them my words, so that they can live well. If there is a descendant who can reach your current cultivation, come here to find me!"

Ma Xie and Yuan Wuji hurriedly left here and flew towards Phantom Village as fast as they could.

On the way, Ma Xie knew the general situation.

It turned out that in order to take the Phantom Pole Village, Wei Ji used the power of the Holy Martial Hall to gather a group of mortal martial artists and quietly lurked into the Phantom Pole Village.

Then, in order to force Feng Qianfan to hand over the inheritance of the Phantom Extreme Sect, he actually wanted to enter the village to arrest these villagers, and then tried to force Feng Qianfan to submit by force.

Who knew that Feng Qianfan not only did not hand over anything, but instead excitedly took out the "spirit gun" that had been prepared for a long time, and launched it towards the martial artists who came to him, killing and injuring as many as four or five martial artists in one fell swoop.

When the villagers saw that the power of this spirit weapon was so powerful, they picked up their own spirit guns and began to fight against these warriors.

These warriors are all mortals in the flesh, how can they withstand the attack of this weapon, and after a while, they were killed by the villagers.

Seeing that all the subordinates he had carefully cultivated were killed, Wei Ji was extremely angry.

He is a cultivator, and there is no way to take a village full of mortals, how can this be spread?

In addition, Wei Ji saw that strange weapon from the corner of the tattered formation, and he felt powerful spiritual power fluctuations, which made Wei Ji even more sure that even if there were no inherited exercises in this village, there must still be a large number of spirit stones!

So Wei Ji called his senior brothers from the Holy Martial Hall, since the martial artists couldn't help these villagers, then he would go forward to dismantle the formation and turn the Phantom Pole Village upside down!

There are ten Qi Refining Realm fourth-layer cultivators, and there are even five Qi Refining Realm fifth-layer cultivators and two Qi Refining Realm sixth-layer cultivators.

With such a huge formation, Hula was lined up on the periphery of Phantom Village, and after some testing, they determined the scope of the formation, and even found out the broken parts of the formation.

"Senior brother, the position of the main attack is up to you!" Wei Ji said to a man in his forties and fifties.

The man was short and strong, and he looked honest, and he said to Wei Ji: "Don't worry, Third Senior Brother, I will definitely let you successfully win the Phantom Extreme Sect, and then make a great contribution in the Xuanyang Gate! You are the future of our Holy Martial Sect, of course we have to fully support you!"

This man's name is Liu Yu, he is Wei Ji's senior brother, their senior brothers in the Holy Martial Hall have always had a good relationship and are very united, and they are all dispatched today to help Wei Ji, the third junior brother who entered the Xuanyang Gate, complete this task and win the first merit after entering the Xuanyang Gate!

Even if it is an all-mortal sect, it is enough to increase Wei Ji's prestige in the Xuanyang Sect, if he can find some more inheritances and classics, then Wei Ji is likely to become a celebrity in the eyes of his master, and his future will be immeasurable.

Liu Yu and the second senior brother Wei Li, Wei Ji's eldest brother, stood at both ends of the formation, and then one took out a long sword, and the other took out a spear, ready to send the strongest blow to the formation.

This is the simplest way to forcibly break the formation, that is, to use a powerful attack to make the flow of the formation's aura disordered, and finally collapse.

A third-order killing array was enough to strangle a cultivator of the seventh layer of the Qi Refining Realm, but now the formation had collapsed, and that third-order formation could not exert its strongest power at all, so the two of them were not afraid, they were confident that they could take this formation.

And the rest of the disciples, under Wei Ji's command, methodically attacked the weak places of the formation or the surrounding landforms that might have hidden the eyes of the formation, so that the formation was tired of guarding, and finally there was a trace of chaos.

The villagers in the formation couldn't help but panic one by one when they saw the balls of light and divine swords flying overhead, shaking the "protective shield" on their village.

"Oh no! the cultivators have come to take revenge!" shouted a timid villager.

"I just said, isn't it good for us to surrender to Xuanyangmen honestly, we have killed so many martial artists, these cultivators will definitely not let us go!" said Dashi's father.

Feng Qianfan looked at him angrily and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, don't you know that cultivators don't dare to make a move on mortals? They are afraid of the resentful spirits that will arise after our death! You soft egg! You dare to say the word 'surrender', I am ashamed of you!"

"Hmph! Shame is shame. It's just a broken plaque, are you going to make us all homeless and displaced? A cultivator can't kill us, but can't he torture us? Maybe he will drain our souls and make us the walking dead!" Dashi's father was not to be outdone, and all the grievances in his stomach burst out:

"You keep saying that you want to revive the Illusory Extreme Sect, but what can you do? After teaching a few children to box, what good things have you done in your life? Everything you eat is saved by the villagers, and everything you wear is given to you by us! You don't work in the field at all, and you don't know how much effort we have to put into it in order to get a bite of food.

"But you are still obsessed, and you want us to rebel against cultivators, what kind of dreams are you dreaming? Do you think you are also a cultivator? Old man Feng, have you forgotten? You are just a mortal! You are a waste who kneels at the door of other people's sects for seven days and seven nights and no one cares!"

The momentary emotional excitement made Dashi's father finally tell the old past.

At that time, Feng Qianfan was still a teenager, and his cultivation far exceeded that of his peers.

In order to break the curse in the village, at the age of fourteen, Feng Qianfan went to participate in the assessment of Xuanyang Gate as a first-class martial artist, but soon he found that he was not even qualified to enter the gate of Xuanyang Gate.

He knelt there for seven days and seven nights, just to be able to enter and practice. But no one paid attention to him, there were too many such people, and the gate of Xuanyang Gate could not be opened by kneeling.

So Feng Qianfan left gloomily, and he could only return to the village and continue his boring practice.

I don't know when people worshipped him as the head of the Phantom Pole Sect, and he gladly accepted this title, and then devoted his life to the great cause of reviving the Phantom Pole Sect.

Everyone in the village had been instructed by him when they were young, and they all had dreams of becoming cultivators, but when they grew up, they realized that it would never be possible.

Only Feng Qianfan has persisted for decades.

Everyone looked at Feng Qianfan quietly, this was something they all knew, but no one wanted to mention it.

Shi's father knew that he had said the wrong thing, he began to become cramped and uneasy, and said to Feng Qianfan: "Master Feng, not Uncle Feng, I was wrong, I shouldn't have said those words......"

Feng Qianfan's eyes swirled with a little tear, he walked over, touched Father Shi's head, and then said, "Child, what's wrong with you telling the truth?

A villager came out and said, "Uncle Feng, I also want to become a cultivator, and I also want to revive our Illusory Pole Sect! But look at it! Eight hundred years have passed, and we don't even have a decent martial artist now! I'm just a peasant, I don't care about the Illusory Pole Sect eight hundred years ago, I just want my children to live a good life!"

Another villager also stood up and said, "I'm tired every day, but I'm happy." I don't want to be a practitioner, I just want to farm honestly and then go home and watch my wife and children and sit on the hot kang and drink a cup of tea. ”

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Feng Qianfan was in tears, he knew that it was his stubbornness that made these villagers carry such a heavy burden, it had been eight hundred years, and he had no right to let others live the same life as him.