In the meeting hall at the top of the Spirit Mountain of the True Ming Sect, there were a full ten monks gathered together at this time, and at a glance, these ten people were extremely restrained in their spiritual power, and they were all infant monks!

"Ladies and gentlemen, now that the people have arrived, I will tell you why I have summoned you here today. "It was none other than Tang Hongyuan, the sect leader of the True Ming Sect, who had been in charge of the True Ming Sect for more than 2,000 years!

The other nine True Ming Sect elders all had a solemn look on their faces at this moment, and they also had a faint guess in their hearts.

Tang Hongyuan's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile: "Senior Brother Fang Hai has completely stabilized his realm under the care of Elder Pu in recent days, and in this way, my True Ming Sect has as many as ten infant cultivators, which is the most prosperous moment of my True Ming Sect in tens of thousands of years!"

The nine elders tacitly understood at this time, and they all got up and said in unison: "My True Ming Sect will surely live forever!"

Tang Hongyuan looked at the nine Infant Transformation Elders, his heart was slightly excited, and then he suddenly sneered: "My True Ming Sect will definitely go to the next level in the cultivation realm of the new domain, after this discussion, you will arrange everything, and after a month, we will wipe out the Feihong Valley from this new domain!

At this moment, the entire Golden Temple suddenly shook violently as if it were an earthquake.

"The rats of the True Ming Sect, get out quickly and die, the old man Feihong Gu Taishang Elder Yang Mei Daojun!"

Tang Hongyuan's face changed, and he led all the elders of the True Ming Sect to fly out of the Golden Hall one after another.

I saw a monk with a cold face, a tall figure, and a rather majestic look suspended in the air, and saw the ten people under him, and said coldly: "It seems that all the infant monks of the True Ming Sect have been counted, but it also saves the old man a lot of effort, don't talk nonsense, which of you comes forward to die?"

Tang Hongyuan looked at Yang Mei Daojun in a daze, only to feel that Yang Mei Daojun was very different from the past, and there seemed to be a trace of indescribable feeling between his gestures, and after a while, his heart tightened, revealing bitterness.

He saluted respectfully: "It turns out that Daojun has successfully looked at immortals, and Hongyuan has congratulated Daojun on behalf of the sect! It's just that I don't know what happened to anger Daojun, why do you shout and kill us before we meet?"

The nine True Ming Sect elders gasped when they heard this, and their faces were cloudy.

Wangxian is a realm where the transformation of monks is extremely huge, no one has ever seen a monk Wangxian, only seen a half-star record from the sect classics.

Looking at the realm of immortals, it can be regarded as a monk who has really embarked on the path of immortals, as long as there are no accidents, the longevity is almost endless.

And compared to the Infant Monk, the difference between the two is like a world of earth, and it is especially better than the perception of Ning Dan.

Yang Mei Daojun's eyes showed essence, and he said coldly: "Don't say such high-sounding words, there have been constant grievances between you and me in the past thousand years, since I have achieved half-immortal, I must understand the past of this thousand years!"

As he spoke, he waved his big hand, and a black gold copper hammer suddenly appeared in his hand, and the top of the black gold copper hammer suddenly became larger under the immortal power of Yang Mei Daojun's body mixed with some spiritual power, and finally muttered words, and suddenly opened his eyes and threw the black gold copper hammer down casually.

Tang Hongyuan's face was bitter, he didn't dare to underestimate it, a small yellow flag suddenly appeared in his hand, and after throwing it high, he pinched it with both hands, and the small yellow flag was good in the wind and was slammed into the ground.

Suddenly, a transparent barrier formed in the air, and it was obvious that Tang Yuanhong had launched a mountain protection array at a critical moment again.

However, with Yang Mei Daojun's slightly mocking eyes, the black gold copper hammer seemed to fall on top of the porcelain, and the transparent enchantment shattered.

Then Yang Mei Daojun pointed with his right hand, and the power of the half-immortal went straight to Tang Yuanhong like a flash of light.

Tang Yuanhong saw that he didn't have time to dodge, so he took out a rag doll from his arms, and quickly squirted out a mouthful of essence blood, blocking the rag doll in front of him between the lightning and flint, and the next breath of the rag doll shattered, and actually shed mushy blood!

This True Ming Sect Master, who was still ambitious a moment ago, had a lonely face on his face at this time, and said sharply to the other nine elders: "Quickly form a nine-yuan locking god array, otherwise today next year will definitely be the death day we are waiting for!"

As soon as the nine elders made a move, they heard Yang Mei Daojun's cold voice: "If you don't resist today, the old man will only kill Tang Yuanhong alone!"

As he spoke, the index finger of his right hand rose slightly, and the black gold copper hammer that fell into the dust suddenly floated, turning into a black light and smashing towards Tang Hongyuan.

At this moment, two elders who looked quite similar finally forcibly pressed the fear in the center, and flew up with a resolute face, pinching their hands together, only to see that the spiritual power of the two was connected, standing in front of the sect master, the two of them had long hair fluttering in the wind, their faces were flushed, they looked at each other, and each took out a bronze mirror to form a light curtain in front of them.

Yang Mei Daojun sneered and said, "Don't measure yourself!"

With the sound of "boom", although the light curtain was not broken, the two brothers and elders suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, Tang Yuanhong's face was gloomy, his eyes flashed with inexplicable color, and then he was ruthless in his heart, and he actually turned around and fled quickly!

Faintly, it seemed that blood could be seen constantly spilling behind him.

"Blood Escape Technique?" Yang Mei Daojun was slightly surprised in his heart, he didn't expect Tang Yuanhong to burn blood and escape far away at this moment, and a golden giant sword suddenly appeared in mid-air under the coldness in his heart, and he shouted in a low voice: "Go!"

The speed of the giant sword was extremely fast, and under the divine consciousness of the elders, only a slight trajectory could be seen, and it didn't take long for it to catch up with Tang Yuanhong, who was constantly changing positions in the air, and after several dodges, he was finally pierced by the giant sword Yuanying, and fell weakly.

However, Yang Mei Daojun didn't mean to stop at this moment, his eyes looked at the two brothers and elders, and with a wave of his sleeve, a very small dagger shot out.

At this moment, the two of them are already at the end of the crossbow, how can they have the strength to resist this magic weapon from the land of the Nine Shadows, the two glanced at each other, and they showed a look of despair, and the next moment, when the sound of the bronze mirror breaking had not fallen, the two of them slammed, and their eyes dimmed.

Yang Mei Daojun looked at the remaining seven frightened True Ming Sect elders, and said lightly: "Those who surrender into my Feihong Valley can avoid death!"

Fang Hai's heart was relieved at this time, and the first one flew down beside Yang Mei Daojun, and said respectfully: "The disciple has seen the Supreme Elder!"

The faces of the remaining elders of the True Ming Sect showed a hint of struggle, and after a while, they were relieved, the monk still put interests first in the end, at this moment, Feihong Valley already has such a powerful existence as Yang Mei Daojun, and the power will definitely rise in the future, and it is an extremely wise choice to belong to Feihong Valley.

Yang Mei Daojun saw that almost everyone had stood, his face was calm, he was not surprised at all, as long as he killed the cultivation of the True Ming Sect as the supreme sect master and showed his unrivaled strength, then the rest of the people were certain.

Seeing that there was another infant monk who hesitated, Yang Mei Daojun snorted coldly, and the giant sword in his hand suddenly flew out, and the next moment the infant monk had no time to react.

Yang Mei Daojun saw that the former hostile sect had been trampled under his feet at this moment, and said lightly: "There is no true sound here, and this will be the rudder of my Feihong Valley from now on!"