A large number of low-level disciples stood up and ran away quickly, completely ignoring the maintenance of the formation. A series of ripples appeared in the mountain formation, and even the slightest crack appeared, gradually expanding.
The internal space of this mountain is actually very large. They are so majestic that they can escape dozens of miles in just a dozen breaths.
The person in charge of the formation became even more angry, and was about to suppress it again, but was stopped by two other half-step psychics.
Seeing the two junior brothers standing in front of him, this man couldn't help but became furious and shouted: "Junior Brother Lian, Junior Brother Gou, what are you doing? Do you also want to rebel?"
"Senior Brother Xue, that's enough. Junior Brother Lian and I just went to the cave where the ancestral tablet is to check. The ancestor has indeed fallen!" The blue-haired Junior Brother Gou said seriously.
"Impossible, how could our ancestor die on the body of Han Feng? It's absolutely impossible!" Senior Brother Xue shouted loudly with his white hair flying and an angry look on his face.
"Senior Brother Xue, please face the reality. If you continue like this, not only will you have no way to survive, but we will also be buried with you! Do you really want to destroy the last bit of strength of our Mu Tian Sect?!" That fellow trainer Jian Mei He walked into his temples, holding a big sword, and asked righteously.
"Hmph, you are trying to force me to the throne. Have you forgotten that Senior Sister Tie and others are still in that spiritual place, commanding more than half of the elite men of our Mu Tian Sect? Our Mu Tian Sect cannot be destroyed!" Senior Brother Xue said. Holding a bright red ring, he looked at the two of them and asked coldly.
"Don't be stupid, without the ancestors in charge, Muxia Palace, Jiuyuan Sect and Tianluo Sect will definitely take our elite people as their own, and will not let us stand up again! Otherwise we will issue "Why haven't you received a reply for a long time after sending me a message for help?" Junior Brother Gou shook his head and said sadly.
Senior Brother Xue was stunned for a moment, but he still couldn't let go, so he maintained the formation and resisted the attacks of Han Feng and Murong Xue, but he still didn't collapse.
But he seemed to be almost unable to hold on any longer. He was trembling all over and sweating on his forehead, which was obviously a sign of exhaustion.
"We were born here and became enlightened here. Are you just going to watch our Mu Tian Sect's mountain gate be destroyed? Isn't there a bloody person who will fight against the Tian Long Sect to the end?" His eyes were red, his breath was disordered, and his hair was disheveled. .
"Senior Brother, given our status, the Tianlong Sect has just been established, so they won't do anything to us. They are originally composed of people from various sects of the East Seventh and East Eighth Branches!" Junior Brother Gou sighed slightly and persuaded. .
"Yes, we can still exist as Mutian's lineage. At least we have preserved this bit of our bloodline!" The junior training fellow also said with emotion.
Senior Brother Xue narrowed his eyes, looked at the two of them, and suddenly sneered: "It seems that you have planned to be a seller for glory long ago. Everyone has his own ambitions. I won't force you, but if you want me to dismantle this formation, unless I Die, come on together and see if you can kill me!"
"Senior Brother, what you are saying are all nonsense. We also have good intentions and don't want to see you die!" Junior Trainer said helplessly.
"It's useless to talk. Get out of here. I swear to live and die with Mu Tianzong!" Senior Brother Xue was determined to stay in this mountain and said angrily.
"Forget it, since Senior Brother Xue is stubborn, don't blame us for taking the first step. Take care of yourself!" Junior Brother Gou waved his hand and said slowly.
After saying this, he glanced at the fellow trainer, turned and left.
The fellow trainer shook his head, stopped saying another word to Brother Xue, and followed the man away.
"Humph, you have no guts!" Senior Brother Xue looked at their disappearing figures, snorted coldly, and cursed loudly. If he hadn't needed to maintain the formation to resist the invasion of foreign enemies, he would have killed both of them long ago.
However, as the two people left and many monks fled, the formation became even more fragile. Within a moment, Han Feng and Murong Xue teamed up to break through it, exposing the main body of Xuantian Mountain.
"I'll fight with you!" Senior Brother Xue suddenly flew out and rushed towards Han Feng and Murong Xue.
What made him feel desolate was that none of the disciples behind him rushed out to fight alongside him. In fact, his disciples and disciples had already died in the battlefield, and there were almost only a few left.
Naturally, Han Feng didn't know his story. With a twist of his wrist, he was about to kill him with the broken sword.
At this moment, the two half-step psychics from Mu Tian Sect flew out and said in unison: "Senior Han, please be merciful, we are willing to surrender unconditionally!"
"You are such a disgrace to our Mu Tian Sect!" Senior Brother Xue was furious, but even so, he did not turn around and attack the two people, but continued to rush towards Han Feng, as if asking him to fulfill his honor.
Han Feng frowned and did not launch a fatal blow. Instead, with a thought, the sword element formation was deployed. Thousands of sword energies gathered together, trapping Senior Brother Xue in an instant, like a copper wall. No matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail. He couldn't escape at all.
"Han Feng, thief, let me go. If you have the guts, fight to the death with me. Even if you die, I will hold you back!" This senior brother Xue was really going crazy and kept roaring at Han Feng, even if There are formations separating them, and sounds are constantly coming out, rumbling, attracting attention.
Han Feng didn't know why, but he didn't look angry at all. He turned to look at the other two half-step psychics who rushed to him, and asked via voice transmission: "What's going on with him?"
"Senior Qi, he is Xue Shixiong from my Mutian lineage..." That Junior Brother Gou was eloquent and could explain the actual situation clearly in a few words. He also positioned himself as a member of the Mutian lineage from the beginning, which was already in advance. Let’s look at the problem from Tianlongmen’s side.
This is also where he excels. Lowering his stature will definitely make Han Feng favor him a lot. Maybe Tianlongmen will accept them and let them truly become Mutian's lineage. Then he has completed his mission. Mutian Tianzong was not really defeated.
"I see, he is a loyal person, but he is a little pedantic. Our monks are always acting against nature. If cultivation is not cultivation, why should we care so much about the division of sects!" Han Feng smiled slightly and said calmly.
These words were of course something he said against his will. Just saying them in front of the Mu Tian Sect monks could win over many people. If the fighting continued, Tianlong Sect would also suffer losses. He didn't want to continue to suffer casualties. If you can defuse the conflict with a few nice words, why not do it.
In fact, there is no way to practice in this world without sects. Even casual cultivators have their own gangs. Various interests are intertwined, factions are clustered, and a series of contradictions have evolved. Everyone can no longer escape their own sects. label. ()
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