Chapter 35: The White Sun

"Don't ask the heavens to remember that you are seriously injured at this time, and you think about the past...... You and I are in the same door, if you choose to submit at this time, you may be able to save your life, if you are obsessed again, not only you, but the entire sect will all die!"

At this moment, as the old man walked out, the temperature of the entire first peak suddenly dropped, as if it had changed from summer to cold winter, and the sun in the sky was instantly covered, and what was even more strange was that the snowflakes slowly floated, but the snowflakes were not white, but black!

The black snowflakes revealed a chill, and at this moment, the disciples below the fifth layer of dust on the platform immediately trembled uncontrollably.

At this time, on the platform of the first peak, everyone looked at the old man standing in the void, and the old man's body exuded a coercion, which was so strong that even Wang Fei was short of breath at the moment, and subconsciously ran quickly to cultivate.

While Wang Fei was running his cultivation quickly, he held Li Wuxue who was trembling with one hand, and put the other hand on Wang Yue's body, the two of them were pale at this time, and their minds were buzzing, if it weren't for Wang Fei, the two of them would have been injured at this moment.

At this moment, Mo Wentian raised his hand and waved forward very casually, and with this wave, the snowflakes falling from the sky immediately rolled back, and the temperature around him instantly returned to normal.

All this is a long story, but from the time the old man walked out to Mo Wentian waved his hand, it was just an instant, but in this instant, the disciples below the fifth layer of the dust were all injured differently, and even the disciples who cultivated to a lower level were already spurting blood at this moment.

At this time, whether it was thousands of disciples, or ten elders and peak masters, their expressions all changed greatly!

Wang Fei's heart was also shocked by this scene at this moment! He had seen Yang Ge in the early stage of the Vulgar Realm exert his magical powers, and he had also seen Wu Lao Er in the later stage of the Vulgar Realm exert his magical powers, but even if the two of them combined, they would never have such momentum!

"To have such a cultivation, dare to face the entire sect alone, when it appeared, there was a trace of heaven and earth resonance, this old man's cultivation is obviously the Wind Riding Realm, and this old man's cultivation is strong, the cultivation must not be in the early stage of the Wind Riding Realm, or I don't know which level it is. ”

At this moment, Wang Fei's breathing was short, his heart was beating rapidly, and he roared in his heart, "Sooner or later, one day, I, Wang Fei, will definitely have such a strong cultivation!"

This old man seems to be just walking out, but in fact, this is also his own cultivation in recent years, when he went out in the late stage, he happened to encounter an opportunity, and he had this kind of understanding.

Mo Wentian's master only accepted two disciples in his life, except for Mo Wentian, it was this old man, this old man's name was Bai Yang, in fact, Bai Yang had a heart of rebellion a few years ago, but because of the fact that the master was alive, he had been hiding his heart and never dared to make any moves.

He was waiting, waiting for the most certain opportunity, if he didn't move, he would definitely succeed, as his cultivation gradually became stronger, the death of his master, plus Mo Wentian was seriously injured six years ago, and he had never recovered until this time, all of which made him finally unable to hold it back.

But at this time, Bai Yang saw that Mo Wentian actually just waved his hand casually, and cracked his spell so easily, and even Mo Wentian's expression did not change at all, all this is enough to explain one thing.

"Mo Wentian has not recovered from his serious injuries, why is his cultivation still so strong. Thinking of this, Bai Yang's complexion changed rapidly, and his heart chuckled at the same time, "He clearly knows that although he is in the late stage of the Wind Riding Realm, the monks of the Wind Riding Realm, even if they are separated by a small level, are a ravine that cannot be crossed, just like the gap between heaven and earth, he is still too far from the peak." ”

"Senior Brother Bai Yang, I know that you have been hiding very deeply, but I didn't expect that your cultivation has reached the late stage of the Wind Riding Realm at this time, but you are still not my opponent!" Mo Wentian, who was originally silent, saw Bai Yang's complexion change, and slowly spoke.

At this time, Mo Wentian's body took a step forward, and when he appeared, he was not far from the front of the old man called Bai Yang, after Mo Wentian appeared, he did not hesitate at all, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he punched towards Bai Yang through the void, Mo Wentian's body turned into a fist phantom in an instant, and roared all the way to Bai Yang.

After blasting out this punch, Mo Wentian's heart was faintly aching! He couldn't forget that scene a hundred years ago, when he and his junior brother Bai Yang went out a hundred years ago, the road was narrow, and he encountered a strong enemy, just when his life and death were in crisis, Bai Yang did not hesitate to lose his vitality and saved him from serious injuries.

Bai Yang's talent back then was also very good, if it weren't for that time, Bai Yang's cultivation might be even higher than Mo Wentian's!

In fact, as early as a few years ago, Mo Wentian already knew what Bai Yang was secretly doing behind his back, and every time Mo Wentian made up his mind to clean it up, the scene of that year would always instantly appear in his mind, making him miserable.

At this time, Mo Wentian knew that he could no longer be soft-hearted, and he could no longer have the slightest hesitation, in Mo Wentian's heart, he could be sorry for himself, he could also be an ungrateful person, but he would never be sorry for his master!

If it weren't for Shizun, he might have starved to death more than two hundred years ago, so although he was heartbroken after this punch, he did not regret it.

At this moment, after Bai Yang saw the fist phantom, the pupils of his eyes contracted violently, revealing a dignified color, and his right hand quickly pinched the trick, grabbing the black snowflake void that rolled back, and suddenly countless snow flakes condensed, and immediately turned into a snowball in his hand, with a wave of Bai Yang's right hand, the black snowball roared towards the coming fist phantom.

At this moment, on the platform on the top of a peak, there are eight peak masters and elders at the same time, and they disappeared immediately, and when they appeared, they were already in all directions above the summit platform.

The moment this light curtain was formed, the fist phantom collided with the black snowball, and there was a loud bang, and the sound echoed in all directions, if there was no light curtain at this moment, among these disciples below, even the core disciples would be injured immediately.