Seeing that the two of them were full of murderous intentions, Kuang Zhu stepped back and only protected Xiao Guzi and Xiao Zui behind him with Zhan Bai, then changed his figure and stood at the door of the hall with these two Qi Refining cultivators.

Seeing this, Ye Jingwen and Mo Tiange smiled even louder. Senior Brother Kuang Zhu solved the worries of Xiao Guzi and Xiao Zui, and even blocked the retreat of others. What else do they have to worry about?

In contrast, the faces of the monks of the Ancient Sword Sect were even more ugly.

Unexpectedly, Kuang Zhu seemed to feel that it was not enough to hurt the other party's morale. He ignored it and said that he should have been full of murderous intentions: "Sooner or later, we will send them on the road, so we should hurry up."

After the words were finished, before he could do anything, a monk from the early stage of the foundation building in the Gu Jian Sect roared: "Don't bully people too much." He went to Kuang Zhu with red eyes.

When the monk in the early stage of foundation building rushed forward, Wan Hongan was already yelling: "Design the formation." But in the end, he still yelled one step slower.

In the early stage of foundation building, the monk naturally had no chance of winning. Even the sword light that almost turned into a physical body was entangled by the powdery object radiating from Kuang Zhu with a light wave of his sleeve.

The seemingly thin pink mist can block the flying sword like a substance, which is shocking enough. Now it is entangled with sword cultivators and spiritual consciousness like thorns. Not only are the monks of the Ancient Sword Sect, but even Mo Tiange and Ye Jingwen are also quite surprised.

Mo Tiange and Ye Jingwen's surprise also made the ancient sword sect monk sword formation subconsciously set up.

Then he heard Kuang Zhu's elegant and calm voice say, "I'll help you to set it up for a while."

The voice was still lingering, and the monk in the early stage of foundation building crashed into the almost formed sword formation like a kite with broken strings. Behind him was a thin stream of pink mist. Another monk in the middle stage of foundation building in the ancient sword sect saw his fellow sects bumping into him, so he naturally reached out to meet him. The man easily caught it, but no one noticed that the pink mist was attached to the monk.

Kuang Zhu's move naturally reminded Ye Jingwen and Mo Tiange who were distracted.

Mo Tiange quickly controlled the flying shuttle and collided with another early-stage foundation-building monk standing on the sword formation star position. The monk naturally did not dare to take the collision head-on, so he had to give up the star position that he had finally stood firm, and was injured by the flying needle that Mo Tiange took advantage of the chaos.

Wan Hongan was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Since he could not set up a formation, he could only break through one by one. Thinking that since he was both a mid-stage cultivator in the foundation building, it was naturally a female cultivator who would be better to deal with it. He actually wiped his fingers towards the sword body, and a bright red blood color invaded his sword. At the same time, Wan Hongan even replaced the sword holding hand with his injured left hand. Immediately afterwards, flying blades transformed from sword energy were flying towards Mo Tiange with bright red blood.

"Senior Brother Wan, you..." The youngest monk in the early stage of foundation building in the Ancient Sword Sect was shocked.

Mo Tiange was very alert to this unusual blood blade. The white silk hand hanging above his head quickly laid a brick wall in front of him. Unexpectedly, the blood blade at the edge of the brick wall actually walked around the brick wall and rushed towards Mo Tiange. Mo Tiange quickly retreated while controlling the body-protecting true energy surge. Unexpectedly, the body-protecting true energy only slightly slowed down the blood blade's speed, and two blood blades could not dodge. Two "swish" sounds hurt Mo Tiange's left shoulder and calf respectively.

Seeing that the blow succeeded, Wan Hongan grinned and gave a hideous smile: "Xiao Gaizhi, if you want to survive today, you must fight to the death first. Do you still want to escape without any hesitation?"

When the young monk named Xiao Gaizhi heard this, he was as hurt as Wan Hong'an.

The three ancient sword cultivators who were fighting with Ye Jingwen on the side, saw this movement, and they even cooperated with Wan Hong'an to sacrifice themselves for the sword.

For a moment, the blood blades danced randomly, and Ye Jingwen and Mo Tiange were suppressed and could not control the scene. The five people from the Ancient Sword Sect even relied on the blood blade to open the way and began to set up the formation again.

After pushing his hand, Kuang Zhu's mouth sneered a trace of sneer, he took out the bottle of pills he had fiddled out before the war started from his arms, poured out a few green balls, and raised his hand and threw them into the field.

The few people from the Gu Jian Sect naturally dodged in panic, but Mo Tiange and Ye Jingwen were not so lucky. Since they could not dodge, they had to hold on to this attack. Unexpectedly, the ball turned into powder mist when it touched the body-protecting true energy, and pounced on the wound along the blood that overflowed from the wound during the fight. Mo Tiange and Ye Jingwen were shocked by the coolness of entering the body. When they looked again, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Moreover, Zhu did not stop after throwing it, and saw a green mist lingering in the field, and the blood blade disappeared instantly. The monks of the Ancient Sword Sect looked at the healing fingers in shock, and their combat power was sharply reduced.

Ye Jingwen and Mo Tiange were a little amused and crying. The first time I learned that medical practice treatment could also be used as a means of attack.

Senior Brother Kuang smiled gently: "I'm going to the next level today."

Wan Hongan smiled unchangedly, but his ferocious look: "This blood is just the right time to stop, so I won't thank you."

After saying that, he slapped his chest with a palm, and a mouthful of blood in his heart sprayed on the ground in the center of the hall. In an instant, the chaotic traces left by the blood blade on the ground before were squirming as if they were alive. Wan Hongan burst into a crazy laugh: "Since the Wanxiang Star Formation cannot be deployed, let you taste the Wanxiang Shura Formation of our ancient sword sect, hahahaha!"

Another mid-stage foundation-building monk from the Ancient Sword Sect changed his face: "Wan Hongan, you are crazy! You dare to learn the prohibition method of my sect, and you even designed me to be fooled!"

The blood blade on the ground is naturally not something that Wan Hongan can do alone. Wan Hongan, who knew that he had no way to survive, not only used himself as a sacrifice in order to kill his opponent, but also directly recruited his fellow disciples as the blood medium of the Wanxiang Shura Formation.

Wan Hongan looked at the rapidly squirming blood on the ground in the hall, laughing almost exhausted, but still said, "Since you can't live, let me go to hell, hahahaha!"

Several people from the Gujian Sect changed their colors in panic. Mo Tiange was still unclear. Kuang Zhuqing at the door shouted: "Xiaobai, protector."

With this breath, the blood on the soles of Wan Hongan's feet circled a circle with him as the center, and the words with a cold air changed outward and spread rapidly.

Kuang Zhu, who was sitting cross-legged, pushed his palms, and a white mist quickly flew from where he was, to where Ye Jingwen and Mo Tiange stood, and the white mist also stopped the blood words from continuing to spread in a timely manner.

When the monks of the Ancient Sword Sect saw the white mist, they wanted to rush over as if they had seen a life-saving straw. However, they only had time to pounce halfway through, and they were covered by the spreading blood words and then settled in place.

Mo Tiange looked in horror as the face of the monks of the Ancient Sword Sect who were stationary quickly lost their blood color, while the blood words on the ground spread more vigorously to the walls of the hall and the areas covered by Kuangzhu Baiwu.

Seeing the sweat beads appearing on Senior Brother Kuang Zhu who was manipulating Bai Wu to resist the blood words, Mo Tiange and Ye Jingwen looked at each other and naturally knew that the key at this time was Wan Hongan. Mo Tiange was about to use magic weapons to give Wan Hongan a fatal blow, but Xiaobai shouted: "No!"

Mo Tiange looked over with confusion. Xiao Guzi poked his head out from behind the guardian of the Dharma and said, "There are only invisible things like Senior Brother in this Wanxiang Shura formation that can be slightly restrained. Once it touches the entity, it will use the entity as the catalyst..." Xiao Guzi paused and found no suitable words. He could only point to the monks of the ancient sword sect who were collected as the blood medium and said, "It will become like that."

Ye Jingwen also explained: "The blood ring under his feet seems to be only on the ground. If someone really attacks, a cylinder will form from the ground to resist the attack, and at the same time, the attacker will be collected as a blood medium through the catalyst."

After saying that, Ye Jingwen also said: "The All-Eleven Shura Formation is an extremely vicious blood refining array. This formation made a big splash in the battle of monsters hundreds of years ago, but in the end, because of its excessive destructive power and the easy devil of the blood refining array master, it was listed as a forbidden method by the ancient sword sect. However, Tiange, you did not grow up in Xikunwu, and it is reasonable to not know it."

Under such critical circumstances, Ye Jingwen was still in the mood to explain that it was not known that Xikunwu had grown up, which made Mo Tiange speechless.

Mo Tiange's mind was as bright as lightning, but Ye Jingwen nagged in his ears again: "Tiange, you are proficient in formations. If there is a phantom beast in the formation, you can attack it. But the place here is too small, and the array plate and other entities are also real, which is a pity."

Mo Tiange was happy when he heard this: "Can the phantom beast?"

Ye Jingwen nodded and said, "It's okay if there is no entity."

Mo Tiange asked again: "That spiritual consciousness is OK?"

Ye Jingwen smiled bitterly: "That's natural, but when it comes to spiritual consciousness, when practicing sword cultivation, he also cultivates spiritual consciousness. Even Senior Brother Kuang, who is in the late stage of foundation building, may not be able to beat the spiritual consciousness of sword cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building."

Mo Tiange thought to himself that with the magic refining technique, she is not an ordinary monk.

But the God Refining Art is the only thing that Mo Tiange has put in the box now. Naturally, he didn't want to expose the secret of his powerful spiritual consciousness in front of so many people. He took advantage of Ye Jingwen's previous mastery of the formation and said: "The formation can be big or small, it's better to try it."

Ye Jingwen didn't know much about the formation, and believed Mo Tiange's words and said happily: "Then try it quickly."

But I didn't know that the formations that could call out the illusion beasts were all complicated formations, and the array eyes alone were not something that a few people could stand at.

Mo Tiange observed Kuang Zhu's expression and knew that Xiaobai and him could not last long. He did not hesitate to take out a few spirit stones from the Qiankun bag, and made a golden formation that could feel the spiritual energy. He said to Ye Jingwen: "Senior Brother Ye, please protect me."

Ye Jingwen was anxious and did not think about why he needed a guardian to set up a formation, so he nodded and responded.

Mo Tiange quickly tuned out his spiritual consciousness and sent the only killing move of the spiritual consciousness cultivated by the God Refining Art to the unprepared Wan Hongan Yuanshen. The fragility of the soul is naturally not as strong as the body, let alone the unprepared soul. Once the God Refining Art is released, it is naturally a killing one blow.

Kuang Zhu felt light all over. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Wan Hongan had fallen to the ground. The blood-refining word around him also lost control and rushed towards Wan Hongan's body. Kuang Zhu quickly opened his palms together. The white mist had only time to barely block a few people, and Wan Hongan had already exploded and died.

The explosive body of the foundation-building cultivator was so powerful that he actually razed the hall of Qianmenling to the ground. Several ancient sword cultivators outside Kuang Zhubaiwu did not die directly from the Wanxiang Shura Formation, but were also considered to die from the backlash of the Wanxiang Shura Formation.

After the aftermath of the explosion passed, Senior Brother Kuang Zhu, with his fluttering clothes, stood on the ruins, glanced at the monks of other sects who were rushing to say nothing.

Ye Jingwen and Mo Tiange naturally would not explain, but these foundation-building monks are not fools. Their spiritual sense has been paying attention to this place, and they can roughly calculate the incident.

"The All-Environment Shura Formation, this is the All-Environment Shura Formation!" someone whispered to himself.

However, even though he talked to himself, the foundation-building monk could hear clearly with the ears of the foundation-building monk, and his face turned pale.

Now you can still feel the aftermath of the Wanxiang Shura Formation. Although you don’t know why the Wanxiang Shura Formation was launched, even the Wanxiang Shura Formation can break through, which shows that this medical practitioner who rarely takes action is so powerful.

The major friends of the Ancient Sword Sect in Qianmenling station naturally did not dare to stand out rashly; and the rest of the Ancient Sword Sect, who had not left a foundation-building cultivator, remained silent.

Five Foundation Establishment Cultivators died in Qianmenling garrison. Even in normal times, this cannot be described in one word. What's more, after the battle of monsters, the Foundation Establishment Cultivators in the Ancient Sword Sect also fell in large numbers. In addition, the two Foundation Establishment Cultivators who Mo Tiange and Ye Jingwen had killed outside the garrison before, the Ancient Sword Sect actually fell in seven Foundation Establishment Cultivators in an internal strife.

The incident was passed back to the sect, and the head of the Ancient Sword Sect was furious. He even went straight to Qianmenling's base for thousands of miles, trying to kill Kuang Zhu and his men who were directly involved in the matter under the sword.

There are six people in the room, four foundation-building monks, and two Qi-refining monks.

"We'd better leave quickly. If this matter is spread, the monks of their Ancient Sword Sect will definitely come here, and we will be in trouble then!"

"No, brother, now that Master Jiedan has been alarmed, how can we run away?"

"What should I do? You can't squat and wait for them to come here, right?"

"This...even if we want to run, we can't escape!"

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The four foundation-building monks did not say a word, and the two Qi-refining monks were chatting. Xiao Guzi and Xiao Zui had a long fight, but no one convinced each other. Finally, they stared at each other and squatted to compete with their eyesight.

Kuang Zhu glanced at them and said, "This matter has been told to the head, you don't need to have a headache."

Xiao Guzi and Xiao Zui turned their heads at the same time and widened their eyes: "Then you didn't say it earlier!" They made them fight for a long time, and their mouths were dry.

Kuang Zhu replied lightly: "You didn't ask."

The two of them were speechless at the same time, and each hummed angrily.

Both children were angrily stopped talking. Zhan Bai looked at them helplessly and turned to Kuang Zhu: "Senior Brother, how will the leader deal with this matter?"

Kuang Zhu held the tea ceremony and said, "I asked you to come here just to talk about this."

Ye Jingwen had already put aside his tea at this time and said, "Senior Brother, Junior Brother Zhan, this matter has arisen because of me, so you don't have to make things difficult for you, just say it." Before the killer, he had already thought about the consequences. No matter how the leader of the sect would protect his disciples, it would eventually become a duel between the two sects. The monster rebellion of the monsters suffered heavy losses, and the strength of the ancient sword sect was also greatly damaged. Although the Xuanqing Sect also lost many foundation-building disciples, the basic strength was retained because of the mountain seal, and the Xuanqing Sect still won. Moreover, Jing and Master Zu are a killer and extremely protective of their shortcomings. When they learned that their Qingquan Peak disciples did this, they would definitely clap and laugh, not a punishment. With Jing and Master Zu protected him, what else would he be afraid of?

But after he said this, Kuang Zhu said lightly: "No, I think you shouldn't just say it."

Ye Jingwen wondered: "Why?"

Kuang Zhu's eyes circled around the scene, and finally settled on Mo Tiange who was drinking tea quietly: "We might as well push all this on Junior Sister Mo."

As soon as these words were said, not only Mo Tiange, Ye Jingwen, Zhan Bai were stunned, but even Xiao Guzi and Xiao Zui, who were squatting and angry, raised their heads.

Ye Jingwen blurted out again: "Why?"

Kuang Zhu did not answer, but lowered his head to drink tea. Mo Tiange quickly calmed down and nodded: "Okay."

Ye Jingwen was even more surprised and turned to Mo Tiange.

Mo Tiange smiled and said softly: "Brother Ye forgot my identity in the door?"

Ye Jingwen was stunned and suddenly realized: "You mean-"

"Junior Sister Mo is a registered disciple of Master Jing and Master Zu." Kuang Zhu took the conversation, "Junior Brother Ye said it just now, but for the same reason, it is more appropriate for Junior Sister Mo to come forward."

Jing and Master Jing have such a temper, but Ye Jingwen is a layer separated from him after all, and Mo Tiange is a registered disciple of Jing and Master Jing. If you do this, Jing and Master Jing will come forward in terms of emotion and reason. Even if Jing and Master Jing do not come forward, Master Xuanyin, the oldest qualified member of Qingquan Peak, will come forward. In this way, not only will the others be fine, but even Mo Tiange may not necessarily have any problems.

Thinking through these, Ye Jingwen couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Senior Brother Kuang Zhu looked cold and calm, but his mind was so meticulous and his eyes were so vicious. Thinking of this, Ye Jingwen suddenly felt cold on his back. Wouldn't he be calculating the Nascent Soul Master?

Feeling Ye Jingwen's strange gaze, Kuang Zhu's face was still calm, Mo Tiange pondered for a moment, and then said: "Since that's the case, it's better to be so dark. Just say that they want to kill people and seize treasures against me, and they still have unreasonable thoughts. After not succeeding, they will not let go - Kuang Zhu, in this way, can I get some benefits from Jing and Master Zu?"

Ye Jingwen only felt that her back was even colder. With Jing and Master's nature, his disciples were plotted against but could kill the person who was assassinated. I am afraid that not only would not blame her, but would also have to be praised.

Mo Tiange smiled softly, turned to Ye Jingwen and said, "Brother Ye, if I get the benefits, I will not enjoy them alone."

Before Ye Jingwen could answer, he heard Kuang Zhu's voice: "What about us?"

Mo Tiange's eyes swept to the bright eyes of Xiao Guzi and Xiao Zui in the corner, and smiled and said, "Of course they all."

Ye Jingwen was sweating coldly. He thought he was cruel enough, but he didn't expect that these people were much more courageous than him. Not only did he want to plot against the Nascent Soul Master, he also divided the spoils in advance...

Kuang Zhu got this and took out a messaging talisman with a smile: "Then I thank Junior Sister Mo for your generosity first. The head of the sect replied, Jing and Master Jing are already on the way to come."

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