As soon as Mo Changtian heard this, his face suddenly became angry, but he was suppressed by him in a blink of an eye, staring at the old man in Tsing Yi opposite and said coldly: "Don't say anything about attacking my Spirit Puppet Sect disciple with your divine sense for no reason, and you are still so strong, hum, is it true that there is no one in our Spirit Puppet Sect!"

After speaking, the aura on Mo Changtian's body immediately climbed steadily, and exuded an astonishing momentum, with the intention of fighting if he didn't agree with him.

And next to Mo Changtian, the Yuanying Monk of the Spirit Rune Sect, who was wearing a Taoist robe, also glared angrily at this time, and his breath rolled violently, as if he wanted to advance and retreat with Mo Changtian.

However, when the three Yuanying Realm cultivators from the True Yang Gate, the True Feather Sect and the Beast Spirit Sect on the opposite side heard this, they sneered at each other without care, as if they were ready to make a move with Mo Changtian.

Such a scene suddenly filled the entire transmission altar with a solemn atmosphere, and some Jindan monks who were standing near the altar and watching hurriedly retreated, for fear of being affected, and let the flying mounts of each sect quickly move away from a thousand feet away.

However, just when the atmosphere was extremely solemn and about to break out, the Heavenly Sword Master who was standing straight next to him immediately smiled and said, "A few Taoist friends don't want to make a big fight here for this matter, but they have to be laughing and generous, and a few of them should be kind."

However, although the Heavenly Sword Master said this, it seemed that he was only saying some superficial polite words, and there was no trace of persuasion in his tone, and he looked like he was watching the play by his side.

At this time, a purple-clothed man with an indifferent expression next to the Heavenly Sword Master turned his head to look at Mo Changtian and said lightly, "Mo Daoyou." Earlier, I looked at the king of your Spirit Puppet Sect. His consciousness was not broken. Now I'm just dizzy, go back and take some calming pills, and after a while of recuperation, you will naturally wake up, for now, let's put aside our prejudices first, and work together to teleport the last batch of disciples in the secret realm, let's talk about it, this secret realm is about to close." The words of the man in purple seemed to be giving the two sides of the sword and crossbow a step.

When Mo Changtian heard this, his face immediately softened. His eyes were cloudy and he thought for a moment, and then he snorted: "Since the three of you have done this, then you don't want the reward for the treasure that you said before!"

When the three Yuanying Realm cultivators on the opposite side heard this, they immediately snorted coldly, but they did not say anything against Mo Changtian, which could be regarded as acquiescing in the matter.

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At this time, in the main hall on the back of the Imperial Heaven Puppet Peng, the Jindan Realm monks of the Spirit Puppet Sect were all watching with different expressions. The eleven disciples in the middle of the main hall who had just come out of the secret realm seemed to be waiting for something.

And in the middle of the eleven disciples. There was also a jade bed with a spiritual mist fluttering, on which was lying Wang Li's unconscious body.

At this time, the Wild Crane Zhenren, who was sitting on the lower right, seemed to be extremely angry, and slapped the armrest of the Taishi chair next to him, and said angrily: "It's really too deceitful, the three Yuanying Realm monks in the hall actually attacked a foundation building realm monk regardless of their face!"

As soon as the Wild Crane Zhenren finished speaking, a red-robed man with a somewhat gloomy face sitting next to him immediately snorted and said, "Xia Crazy Crane, what are you angry about here? Your old man is not dead yet! Now my fifth disciple Blood Pride, as well as Senior Brother Ma's descendant Ma Yujie, I haven't even seen a figure, and I don't see how angry we are!"

Hearing this, a chill suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Crazy Crane Real Man, and he was about to refute his words, but Mo Xuan, the head of the Crazy Crane Zhenren, who was sitting first on the left, stopped and interrupted what the Crazy Crane Real Man was about to say.

Immediately, he looked at Wang Li on the jade bed, then looked at Xia Madhe who was full of anger on the other side, and said: "Senior Brother Xia, don't be angry, now this Wang Li's nephew has such an accident, this is equivalent to a heavy slap in the face of our Spirit Puppet Sect, and we are also very angry, but these have already involved the Yuan Infant Ancestor, and it is no longer that we can be the masters, let's wait for the Great Elder to come back and see what he says."

As soon as Mo Xuan's words fell, the main seat of the main hall suddenly blurred at this moment, and Mo Changtian's slightly angry figure appeared instantly.

The group of Spirit Puppet Sect disciples below immediately bowed their hands and said respectfully, "Meet the Great Elder!"

Mo Changtian listened to the pretend, and immediately stopped slightly, signaled to be exempt, and then glanced at Wang Li on the jade bed with a heavy face, and said to the head Mo Xuan: "Mo Xuan, have you seen this Wang Li's nephew?"

When the head Mo Xuan heard this, he immediately replied: "Great Elder Hui, I just carefully checked this Wang Li's nephew with Senior Brother Xia, and confirmed that his consciousness has only been severely injured and has not been broken, but if he wants to wake up, I am afraid that he will have to sleep for decades, and wait for his divine soul consciousness to recover automatically."

After Mo Changtian heard this, his eyes immediately opened slightly, and he groaned, as if he was thinking about something.

After such a short while, Mo Changtian suddenly turned his hand, and a slightly quaint jade box instantly appeared in his palm, and handed it to Mo Xuandao: "Give him the Gathering God Pill in the box, it is estimated that he will wake up in a while."

When Mo Xuan heard this, his face was shocked, and he said, "The Great Elder really wants to give him this Gathering Divine Pill? Mo Xuan seemed a little reluctant.

"Even if he is given it, according to the qualifications he shows now, he will deserve it in the future, and it doesn't hurt to advance a little now!" Mo Changtian replied without question.

Hearing this, Mo Xuan didn't dare to say more, walked to Wang Li's side in a few steps, opened the jade box, and in the envious eyes of everyone below the main hall, took out a white and flawless pill from the jade box, and then opened Wang Li's lips and put it in.

And at this moment, in Wang Li's sea of consciousness, the last trace of his remaining consciousness, like a flat boat, is in a hazy nothingness at the moment, constantly wandering, constantly calling, as if looking for the light in the memory of his heart.

After a long time, Wang Li's last trace of consciousness began to become agitated, and he muttered in his heart a little delirious: "Where is this? What's wrong with me? How can this be? Who am I?"

But at this moment, in the far void, a faint light suddenly shot out, and as soon as the consciousness was touched by this light, the entire sky gradually brightened up in an instant, and a stream of past memories immediately poured into my heart, and a sour body feeling also came.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Li's consciousness had all recovered!

Immediately after, Wang Li suddenly opened his eyes, and the scene that entered his eyes was the slightly envious eyes of all the Spirit Puppet Sect Jindan elders and disciples in the main hall.

At such a scene, a trace of confusion flashed on Wang Li's face, and he looked at the smiling Great Elder Mo Changtian on the main seat, and then got up and fell off the jade bed and arched his hand: "Junior Wang Li greets the Great Elder and all the elders!" (To be continued......)