At the foot of Wushan Mountain, countless sycamore trees were swaying with the wind. On top of the majestic mountain, the thousand-year-old sycamore tree, which was about a hundred feet wide, did not even sway in the slightest. Its leaves still stood tall and straight, motionless!!

"Sect Master?...Sect Master!"

Ning Nitian, who was sitting cross-legged on a green-brown tree trunk, was once again awakened by an urgent cry!

He raised his eyes slightly, but there was no trace of anger on his face. He raised his eyes slightly, and there was no emotion in those dark eyes!

"Report to the sect master, the branch disciples are urgently reporting..."

Seeing that Ning Nitian had regained consciousness, the disciple in gray robe hurriedly stepped forward and said,

But Ning Nitian raised his hand and stopped talking!

"Feng Yan, how long have you been here in Qiwu?"

After raising his hand to stop Feng Yan's words, Ning Nitian tilted his head slightly and asked with a calm smile.

"this....

Feng Yan was slightly startled, then smiled and bowed and replied;

"It has been three hundred and sixty-five years since I was enlightened by the old sect leader, and I have served you for 244 of them."

"Oh, three hundred and sixty-five years..."

Hearing Feng Yan's answer, Ning Nitian couldn't help but feel a little moved on his face, looking into the distance, as if with emotion!

"It's been a whole cycle, but..."

He raised his head again, looked at Feng Yan, and said in a cold tone;

"However, you came from the spirit of the wind and went through a whole reincarnation. You should be at peace, but why do I feel a trace of resentment?"

"Resentment? Haha..."

Hearing his question, Feng Yan suddenly puffed up his chest, no longer stood there with his hands and feet tied up, looked at Ning Nitian with burning eyes, and said in a slow tone;

"Sect Master, since I am the wind..."

As soon as the word "wind" came out of my mouth, a gust of wind suddenly rose in the air. It rolled over, but it still couldn't blow the thousand-year-old sycamore tree!

"But, has the sect master forgotten?"

As he said that, Feng Yan raised his hand and lightly lifted his sleeves. Two pairs of gray tornado patterns appeared on his white wrists, which were lifelike, just like a breeze blowing.

However, the color of one of the lines is a little lighter, and it seems like it is about to disappear!

"Yesterday's Feng Ran was also transformed by the wind spirit, but the disciple feels that it is a pity that he did not wait for this reincarnation."

"oh!"

Ning Nitian suddenly realized,

"What? Do you want revenge?"

"No....."

Feng Yan shook his head and softened his tone,

"Sect Master, can you introduce me to your disciples and report what happened just now?"

"explain..."

Ning Nitian spoke out the word in a straight tone!

"The branch disciples are reporting urgently that each branch suffered heavy casualties, and unfortunately, Master Xuanhe also died at the hands of Yang Huang, Taoist Tongbao..."

After Feng Yan finished speaking, his face couldn't help but look sad, but his eyes were burning as he looked at Ning Nitian!

But Ning Nitian didn't reply. He just stood up, raised his hand, and slowly opened his palm.

A drop of bright red ruby-like blood appeared in his hand. Looking at it carefully, Li Xiaofeng's figure could be vaguely revealed in the drop of blood.

However, within a moment, a wisp of green smoke emitted from the blood droplets, straight up from Ning Nitian's hand, and disappeared without a trace!

The blood drops are bright red again, without a trace of color!

Seeing this, Ning Nitian gently covered his hands, and blood drops fell from his hands, passing through the layers of tung leaves, blooming in the yellow-brown soil, and hugging each other tightly!

"Sect Master, don't you have anything to say?"

When the blood drops fell, the color in Feng Yan's eyes gradually dissipated, and he asked in a daze.

"He himself gave up the last trace of spirituality, what else can he say?"

"That....."

Feng Yan raised his tone

"Then the sect master doesn't feel heartbroken? Master Xuanhe... But once Qiwu's Tongtian Jianmu died, doesn't the sect master also feel sad?"

"Sad?

"

Ning Nitian tilted his head slightly, with some doubts in his eyes, and stretched out his finger, pointing to the sky;

"What is sadness? Look at this day...the sun is shining brightly...but is it caused by the sadness in your heart? Look again..."

He pointed at the foot of the distant mountain, and there was a faint sound of fighting!

"Yang Huang came with tens of thousands of disciples to fight, but it was because of your sadness?"

"Since I am the sky, all things obey me, the wind rises and the clouds rise, the lightning and thunder are all in a single thought, all living beings will understand my will, and those who are disobedient will surely disappear...

If you go against heaven, there are still exceptions. If you go against me, there is no chance of survival!

Ridiculous, they dare to say "Fighting Heaven"

And you actually asked me if I was sad?"

Just survive one reincarnation..."

Say it! He sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes! Don’t say a word!

"Haha... Sect Master... Even so, the disciples can only fight to the death and always be with Qi Wu..."

With that said, he turned around and was about to leave, but he heard a faint word behind him!

"Each branch hall can't defend the enemy from the outside. What's the use of keeping them? I order the general of the execution hall, the three halls at the front gate, and all the disciples above the deacon to kill as a warning to others!

In addition, order all the disciples of Shenglong Hall to come out to control the three men under Yang Huang!"

"This...this...kills generals in war...and Shenglongtang is the guard guarding the ancestral temple. Sect master...you?"

Feng Yan said intermittently, but did not hear a single reply!

After a long time, he turned his back to Ning Nitian and sighed leisurely, not daring to turn around and ask questions.

He lowered his head and stroked the wind pattern that was about to disappear, and whispered softly;

"A bit of aura, Qiwu will be happy...you, after all, went..."

Say that! The wind blew under his feet, he jumped up from the thousand-year-old sycamore tree, and rushed towards the execution hall. Just as he passed through the green tung leaves and reached the sky!

In my mind, I remembered inexplicably what Ning Nitian said when he was appointed the sect leader more than two hundred years ago!

"Since I am a god, the road is ruthless!"

Under the command of Yang Huang, a seventh-level spiritual master, there are four tribes: wind, rain, thunder, and electricity.

It is as invisible as the wind, as changeable as rain, as manic as thunder, and as dazzling as lightning!

Qiwu also has twelve disciples, guarding the eight wastelands!

Now, the two sides are at war, and the three halls at the front gate are broken at the first touch, and Ning Nitian kills the disciples above the deacon level, which is equivalent to being expelled!

Only the disciples from the five pavilions in the middle gate and the disciples from Zuoshan and Yougang were left to support themselves hard.

If it weren't for his own lack of strength, the enemy troops surged in like a tide, and even the Fengbu disciples killed his own deacons without a trace or sound. If it weren't for the Zuoshan Erling disciples who summoned a large number of walking corpses and committed suicide to slow down the opponent, the Zhongmen

I'm afraid it has already been revealed!

Looking at the new round of enemies with ghost faces, charging up again, the disciples of Wuge, Erling, and Shuangxing secretly looked at the huge green sycamore tree in the distance behind them.

But as quiet and ordinary as ever!

I could only silently hold the magic sword in my hand.

Occasionally, I glanced left and right, and suddenly I saw a trace of determination flashing inexplicably in the eyes of those friends and fellow disciples!

Unknowingly, a stream of heat slowly emerged from the deepest part of my heart and surged throughout my body. However, it slowly seeped through the gaps in my eye sockets and dripped to the ground!

"Wish! With passion,

Long companion Qiwu..."

A burst of shocking shouts suddenly rang out from the group of Qi Wu's disciples, and they rushed down the mountain without any regard.

Turned into pieces of minced meat, with corpses gradually cooling down! The scarlet blood gathered into a river, dyeing a large area of ​​dark brown land red!

"I've met my brother..."

In the marching tent, Taoist Master Tongbao held up his fat belly, lifted the door curtain with one hand, and saluted Yang Huang who was sitting quietly on the chair.
To be continued...