Don't talk about Mo Lianmeng at this moment, even most of the male disciples, after seeing Mo Wentian's appearance, their minds were in a trance, and even for a few breaths, they felt as if they were sleeping, just dreaming, or hallucinating.

They reacted to all kinds of things, and in fact, they didn't blame them, but Mo Wentian had changed too much in a short period of time.

There were only a few people, and their expressions seemed to be quite calm, but the eyes of these few people were full of tears, and the sadness revealed in them was even stronger.

Among these few, there are Wang Fei, Yang Ge, and the remaining peak masters, the elders of the third peak, and Zhong Jianghe.

Wang Fei looked quite calm, because he already knew, and Yang Shuge and the four peak master elders of the worldly realm, as well as Zhong Donghe, the six of them must have reached the worldly realm after all, and Zhong Jianghe even had the cultivation of the wind realm, in fact, they had expected it.

At this moment, there was a sad aura in the entire Ling Pavilion Sect, and even if it was wind, it couldn't blow away the slightest.

"Okay, my limit is approaching, don't be too sad, my generation of cultivators, no matter how long or short, there will always be this day, but unfortunately my injuries have never healed, otherwise, how could I end up like this. Mo Wentian looked at the disciples below, and as he spoke, his face was full of sadness, and the bitterness was even stronger.

"Wang Yue, come here. After a pause, Mo Wentian's gaze softened when he looked at Wang Yue, and he beckoned to him.

At this moment, Wang Yue was also immersed in sadness, and when Mo Wen's words reached his ears, his heart "chuckled", not knowing whether it was good or bad, but Wang Yue still subconsciously walked over.

Seeing Wang Yue coming, Mo Wentian's eyes became even softer, and even his pale face was a little ruddy at this moment.

"Today, I will pass on the position of the sect master to Wang Yue, I know that you must have a lot of doubts, but in the future, you will understand, and I hope you don't have to speculate. ”

Although Mo Wentian's words were soft, it was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and everyone was stunned, not only the disciples below were puzzled, but even the three peak masters and the third peak elders, as well as Yang Ge and Zhong Jianghe, all looked at Mo Wentian suspiciously.

Although they have too much confusion and too much incomprehension, the respect between their eyebrows has not diminished in the slightest.

"There are too many regrets in your life as a teacher, and I hope you promise to do one thing for your teacher. After Mo Wentian finished speaking, he didn't say anything about the puzzlement of the disciples below, but turned his head to look at Yang Ge who was kneeling beside him, and at the same time stretched out his dry hand and gently stroked the top of Yang Ge's head.

After seeing Mo Wentian's skinny hand, Yang Ge's sadness was even stronger, and he clenched his fists tightly, and at the same time, the sound of "squeaking" teeth rubbing came from his mouth,

An hour ago, this hand had not been like this, but now the flesh seemed to be drained, leaving only a wrinkled skin that covered the bones within.

"Master, the disciple is willing!" I don't know what Mo Wentian said to Yang Ge, at this moment, there were more tears in Yang Ge's eyes, and even his body trembled slightly.

"Good boy. Seeing Yang Ge's sad appearance and hearing Yang Ge's words, Mo Wentian felt a pain in his heart and patted Yang Ge.

Turning his head to look at Zhong Jianghe, and the other three peak masters and third peak elders who had an unearthly realm, the five people at this time were no less sad than Yang Ge.

Even Zhong Jianghe's inner pain is indescribable, it can be said that he watched Mo Wentian grow up, just like his own child.

"After I leave, the sect will rely on the five of you. Mo Wentian said with a reluctant face.

Then Mo Wentian's expression changed, he turned his head to the disciple below the first peak, took a deep breath, and spoke loudly.

"From now on, Wang Yue will be the sect master, if you see Wang Yue, if you see me, if anyone dares to disobey, you can be killed immediately!

The sect must work together, and in four years, the secret realm will be opened, and then someone will lead you and all the right people to enter!"

While speaking, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Mo Wentian's eyes always looked at Wang Fei, not so much to say that this was said to everyone in the sect, but to Wang Fei alone.

After finishing speaking, Mo Wentian's face was no longer very pale, but had a strange ruddyness, as if he had returned to the light, as if he had used up his last strength by saying the previous words.

Wang Fei sighed secretly in his heart, he understood why Mo Wentian wanted Wang Yue to be the sect master, because he wanted Wang Fei to lead the disciples of the sect into the Ancient Secret Realm after four years! Otherwise, the Ling Pavilion Sect would completely decline.

In fact, Mo Wentian did this, it is precisely this meaning, although the key to the secret realm, the spear was brought back by his master.

But they tried for decades, no matter who held this spear, it would automatically disappear in an instant, and then appear in the Treasure Pavilion, in the past few decades, Mo Wentian was also very helpless, but since it was in Wang Fei's hands, this spear has not disappeared again.

"Master, the disciple has followed you. Mo Wentian finally raised his head slowly with great effort, while looking at the sky, he muttered, and then died of anger, even if he died, he stood like a pine.

On the first peak of Ling Ge Sect, the sound of crying was connected, with sadness and reluctance in the cry, and even contained an inexplicable hatred and unwillingness.

Under the hall of the first peak, in a secret room, there is a white-haired old man who has no cultivation at this moment, meditating with his eyes closed.

At the same time that Mo Wen was dying, tears fell from the white-haired old man's closed eyes.

"Senior brother, junior brother, I was wrong...... Wrong...... I am a sinner of the sect!" At this moment, the white-haired old man, with tears in his eyes, seemed to be crazy, and he roared again and again, and even his body trembled.

At the same time, he bit his tongue violently, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood one after another, and fell to the ground, and after a few breaths, the white-haired old man had no breath at all.

This white-haired old man is Mo Wentian's junior brother, Bai Yang.

Time flickered, three days passed in a hurry, and the entire Ling Ge Sect was filled with a sad aura in the past three days, especially on the fourth day after Mo Wentian's death, even the flowers and trees of the sect were all withered as if they had entered winter.

In the same three days, Wang Fei's inner uneasiness became more and more intense, but no matter what he thought, he didn't know where this uneasiness came from.

This day is the day of Mo Wentianxia's burial, just when everyone was about to set off, a middle-aged man-like man, crying and shouting all the way, running quickly from far and near, but his steps staggered, and even fell halfway, this person's name is Zhou Li, the core disciple of the first peak.

"What's the matter! It's so flustered, it's not like it. Seeing Zhou Li so flustered, Zhong Jianghe looked angry and reprimanded loudly.