In fact, when Mo Wentian led the killing to the fourth peak, Wang Fei felt uneasy for the first time, and then after seeing Ye Zhen's death, the second time he felt more uneasy than the first time.

This is the third time Wang Fei has felt uneasy, and each of these three times is stronger than the last.

"Come to the First Peak Hall!" At this moment, Mo Wentian's eager voice came into Wang Fei's mind.

After hearing Mo Wentian's anxious words, he forcibly endured the uneasiness in his heart, and Wang Fei rushed towards the first peak.

After the half-pillar incense, when Wang Fei pushed open the door of the First Peak Hall and saw the scene in front of him, his eyes immediately widened, and at the same time he gasped, staggered, and took several steps backwards in a row.

Although it was only two breaths, Wang Fei's expression returned to normal, but the shock in his eyes was difficult to hide.

In fact, Wang Fei can't be blamed, if there is another person at this moment, it is estimated that he will scream loudly, and the scene in front of Wang Fei's eyes is really shocking.

An hour ago, Mo Wentian, who was still middle-aged, turned out to be a dry white hair, a thin body, wrinkled skin, and even a black spot on the folded skin, like an ordinary old man who was eighty or ninety years old and had come to the end of his life.

The Dao robe that originally fitted was very loose and fat on Mo Wentian's body at the moment, like a child wearing an adult's clothes.

Even from Mo Wentian's body, a strong death aura was emanated, if it weren't for the essence of light emitting from his eyes, it would be like a dried corpse that had been dead for a long time.

Although Wang Fei had been prepared, Mo Wentian's own injuries in the past three years had not healed, coupled with today's war, Mo Wentian must have been injured and injured, but Wang Fei never imagined that Mo Wentian would become like this.

"You're here, you're good. Just as Wang Fei staggered backwards, Mo Wentian slowly came out of the hall with a tired voice.

"Disciple to meet the sect master!" After hearing Mo Wentian's words, Wang Fei's body shook violently, forcibly suppressed the uneasiness and shock in his heart, walked in quickly, and at the same time opened his mouth, he bent down to Mo Wentian and bowed deeply.

For this deep worship, Wang Fei did not have any hypocrisy and unwillingness, recalling the time of the war, if there was no reminder from Mo Wentian, maybe Wang Fei would have been a dead man.

"Don't panic, you must have a lot of doubts in your heart, and I will solve them for you today. After seeing Wang Fei's deep bow, Mo Wentian's face became a little ruddy, smiled slightly, and spoke softly.

It's just that Mo Wentian's smile seems to contain too much bitterness and helplessness, and his voice is so powerless and sad.

Half an hour later, Wang Fei walked out of the first peak hall with a sad expression, and in this half an hour, Mo Wentian told Wang Fei everything he wanted to know without reservation.

Wang Fei knew that in fact, the spear was the key to the ancient secret realm, and at the same time, Mo Wentian also gave Wang Fei a jade slip that looked ancient, refusing to say that it recorded the method that was not passed on by the sect master, the art of forbidding burial and burial.

Even about the previous sect master of the Ling Pavilion Sect, Mo Wentian's master, what Song Zhan encountered, and what he said, he also told Wang Fei.

When he heard Song Zhan's words when he was dying, Wang Fei's mind couldn't react a little, if he wanted to say that the spear was the key to the secret realm, Wang Fei could still accept it, but he must have faintly guessed something.

But if he could help Ling Gezong survive this catastrophe, Wang Fei felt that he had recognized the wrong person, but after seeing the solemn expression of Mo Wentian, who was about to die, Wang Fei could only agree to it.

Wang Fei didn't know why, Mo Wentian would hand over this non-sect master's method to him, although the entire sect had more than eighty percent of the casualties after this battle.

But Zhong Jianghe, the fourth elder of the Wind Riding Realm, is still there, and even if he is a person from the worldly realm, there are still five people, even if it is passed on to a disciple, it should be a true disciple Yang Ge.

The more you know about some things, the more confused you become, and even a feeling that you actually know very little, Wang Fei at this moment, is like this, all kinds of thoughts are entangled in my heart.

Just a quarter of an hour after Wang Fei walked out of the First Peak Hall and returned to his attic, the bell that would only ring in the Ling Pavilion Sect would ring unless something earth-shattering happened, and at this moment, there was a sudden burst of rapid bell ringing, echoing throughout the Ling Pavilion Sect.

When the bell rang, all the disciples of the Ling Ge Sect hurried to the first peak, even if many disciples were seriously injured in the battle, they still did not hesitate at all, and ran in pain.

Among these seriously injured disciples, there is a person Wang Fei is very familiar with, this person is Zhong Qiao, Zhong Qiao can be said to be very lucky, at the time of the war, a person who cultivated the Eternal Gate to the fifth layer of dust was about to kill Zhong Qiao.

I don't know if the person was sick, sick or what's going on, he vomited blood and died on the spot!

Therefore, Zhongqiao was only seriously injured, and when the bell sounded, even Zhongqiao gritted his teeth fiercely, endured the pain, and ran to the first peak with all his strength.

Although Wang Yue said that he had no cultivation, but under the old man's fingers, his injuries were already gone, and at this time, Wang Fei, together with Li Wuxue and Wang Yue, the three of them also used the fastest speed to go straight to the first peak.

The world is unpredictable, and within one day, the disciples in the Ling Pavilion Sect came to the first peak of the sect twice in succession, but the two times gave people a completely different feeling.

Four hours ago, when the disciples were at the first peak for the first time, although the words of shouting were very loud, they lacked a kind of momentum.

And at this moment, even if these disciples all have injuries of different severity on their bodies, they are like a sharp sword, with an indomitable momentum!

When the ninety-ninth bell rang, all the disciples of the entire Ling Pavilion Sect were either supported or carried, and all of them arrived outside the First Peak Hall.

The disciples who can survive this battle, no matter how high or low their cultivation is, any one of them is a person with a very careful mind.

At this time, hearing such a hurried bell, they seemed to know something, and outside the first peak hall, there was a sad atmosphere.

At this moment, the door of the first peak hall slowly opened, and the old Mo Wentian, who was about to come to the end of his life, walked out step by step with great difficulty.

When Mo Wentian came out, all the disciples were completely stunned by the scene in front of them, and even some female disciples screamed directly.

"Uncle......! This is impossible! You are definitely not my uncle!" Among the female disciples, there was a woman who had a very good cultivation, and she even screamed silently, and at the same time, her legs were weak, and she knelt directly on the ground, this woman was Mo Lianmeng.