After hearing this, Yu Fengjun also looked up at the white clouds, feeling sad in his heart: "Even if the Qianli Sect is wiped out, Lin Xiaodong will never come back!"
At noon on the third day, everyone arrived at Mofeng Mountain. This place is located in a remote place among the high mountains of Congling. It is full of green trees, the air is humid, the clouds and mists are connected, and the scenery is like a fairyland, but it breeds such evil ways.
The mist in the mountains blocked the sun, and it was dark as if it was going to rain. But above the clouds and mist, the sky was still blue. The sun was rising in the sky, and the big clouds that blocked the sunlight had not dispersed yet.
Everyone lined up on the mountain field and saw that the Qianli Sect's palace was magnificent. It was not regulated by a Taoist temple, and it was not as solemn and dignified as the Taoist temple. It was as extravagant, magnificent and magnificent as the palace in the lower world.
Master Chongxiang shouted loudly: "Where are the traitors of Qianli Sect?
Come out quickly and die!"
Everyone shouted in unison: "Come out and die!"
When the people of Qianli Sect came out of the palace gate, they were all dressed in red robes and looked strange.
Saint Lord Ranchen, Su Deyao, Zhang Yangde, Wu Tairan, Feng Deyi, and Cao Chengyue also came out. Saint Lord Ranchen was not afraid at all when seeing so many people coming. Instead, he smiled and said, "It's a great honor for all of you fellow disciples to come to our Qianli Sect.
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Jingshuang'an Yuanxuanzi asked: "Stop talking nonsense, was it you who did what happened in Dinglushan?"
Saint Lord Ranchen said contemptuously: "You are killing each other, what does it have to do with my Qianli Sect?"
Wuxuzi asked at the Falling Sun Temple: "Did you bury those two treasures there?"
Holy Lord Ranchen spread his hands: "I buried those two treasures in the mountain, but I didn't want them anymore. Who knew that your Daoist sect in the south of the mountain would be beaten to death for this?"
Master Chongxiang flicked his sleeves: "Don't make excuses. Today we will take revenge on the dead souls of Lushan and take revenge on Elder Lin!"
All the sects present were at odds with the Qianli Sect. Without waiting for orders from Master Zhongxiang and Master Yinghua, they took out all their treasures and attacked everyone in the Qianli Sect.
However, Saint Lord Ranchen looked like he was sure of victory, took out the Blazing Cloud Bell and lightly stamped his foot.
A slight tremor spread throughout the entire Mofeng Mountain. The breeze blew, and the smell of blood spread in the air. The white mist floating all over the mountain suddenly turned into fine droplets of blood, which fell on everyone's faces and bodies like rain.
Pan Xiaoxing, Guo Chuxiu and other female companions were all pale and shouting. When the boss saw the blood raining in the sky, they all shouted: "Oops, I've been tricked!"
Saint Lord Ranchen was on guard for a long time. The mist was deliberately arranged. It turned out to be a cloud of blood. Without anyone noticing, he actually stepped into the trap and used all the magic weapons. After being contaminated by the rain of blood, they immediately became ineffective and fell down one after another.
With just one move, half of the people's spells were destroyed! Everyone was in a panic: "Oh no! We have fallen into a trap!"
Master Yinghua and Master Chongxiang also suddenly realized that two centenarians were being fooled around by a young man! "Hahahahahaha!"
Holy Lord Ranchen laughed wildly, "The entire Shannan Road must surrender under my feet!"
After saying that, he raised the Blazing Cloud Bell and rushed towards everyone with endless killing intent.
Everyone was affected, with red eyes and bared teeth, and hatred for everyone around them, and they were about to kill each other, and they were in danger! At this moment, Yu Fengjun shouted loudly, stamped his foot, and the moon rising bottle rose and released a white light.
, sacrificing one's own cultivation, fighting against the Chiyun Bell.
Master Chongxiang and Master Yinghua both turned around in shock, surprised that Yu Fengjun did not hesitate to protect everyone with his own magic power. Yu Fengjun bared his teeth and said with difficulty: "Kill him!"
Master Chongxiang and Master Yinghua no longer hesitated, both turned back, Yunyan Ruyi and Yuri Zhong hit Holy Lord Ranchen together.
Saint Lord Ranchen had already suffered a loss in Pingliang Mountain. When he saw two treasures flying towards him, he quickly took out the Ruyi Bowl to block the Falling Sun Bell, and then used the Chiyun Bell to catch the Yunyan Ruyi.
The two treasures of Saint Lord Ranchen are not inferior to the two treasures of the Zhensect, but the two treasures he wields by himself are not as good as the full blows of Master Yinghua and Master Chongxiang. Two loud noises are heard, Ruyi
The bowl was knocked away by the Falling Sun Clock, and the Chiyun Bell was shaken by Yunyan Ruyi and almost fell down.
Master Chongxiang shouted loudly: "You are in doom today!"
The Meteor Sun Clock called again, and Master Yinghua also made Yunyan Ruyi launch a second wave of offensive.
Saint Lord Ranchen didn't expect Yu Fengjun to come out of nowhere, and he couldn't take any advantage with one against two. He couldn't help but gritted his teeth, raised the wishful alms bowl again, and fired a golden light at the disciple behind him.
The disciples were still watching the excitement, but they didn't expect that the master would suddenly attack them. Amidst the screams, nearly thirty people were all sucked away by the wishful bowl and turned into blood.
Neither Master Yinghua nor Master Chongxiang expected that Saint Lord Ranchen would be so cruel and murderous, so they couldn't help but cursed angrily: "You can kill even my disciples!"
Saint Lord Ranchen's eyes were blood red. Not only did he not feel ashamed for killing his disciples, but he also enjoyed the pleasure of killing. With a smile on his face, he pointed the wish-fulfilling bowl at the Chiyun Bell and released streams of blood light.
The murderous aura of the thirty disciples who died tragically made the Chiyun Bell seem to be red-hot. The killing intent and evil thoughts were unprecedentedly strong, and both Master Yinghua and Chongxiang could not control themselves! The red light of the Chiyun Bell became even stronger, and Yu Fengjun soon
He couldn't hold on anymore and fainted.
Without the protection of mana, everyone fell into madness again, roaring and attacking those around them.
Seeing that he could not win, Master Yinghua let out a long sigh, lifted up Yunyan Ruyi, and said to Master Chongxiang: "You take everyone down the mountain, and I will stay and hold him back!"
Master Chongxiang smiled easily and said: "That day on Dinglu Mountain, you gave up. Today, I just want to return the favor to you!"
Immortal Yinghua bowed to Immortal Chongxiang, and the clouds and smoke glowed as desired, intending to take everyone away. Immortal Chongxiang then launched an attack and threw the Falling Sun Clock at Holy Lord Ranchen.
Who would have thought that Saint Lord Ranchen took killing as his magic, and the more he killed, the stronger he became. After killing his disciples, his magic power increased greatly. The Chiyun Bell fired a red light at the Falling Sun Clock, and with a buzzing sound, it flew aside.
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When Master Yinghua led everyone to escape, Saint Ranchen pointed his finger at the Chiyun Bell and made a buzzing sound.
The murderous energy of countless dead souls rushed towards Master Yinghua. Master Yinghua staggered and could not hold up. Yunyan Ruyi also fell down! Everyone was silent as they saw that the suppressors of Yunyang Sect and Yanyue Sect fell one after another.
Pai Zhibao all lowered their heads in despair.
Saint Lord Ranchen stretched out his arms, and the Meteor Sun Bell slowly rose into the sky, saying loudly: "All the gates of the south of the mountain will surrender under my feet today!"
Everyone looked at the Falling Sun Clock and slowly raised their heads. The air was filled with blood mist. Lin Xiaodong was dead. Who else could save the Dao Sect from the fire and water?
Above the clouds and mist, there is still a clear sky, and the sun is still shrouded by the palm-sized white clouds. Above the clouds, sitting cross-legged is a Taoist priest, wearing a red Taoist robe embroidered with auspicious clouds, and a basin of golden light behind his head. He is Lin Xiaodong.