The next day, the sky was clear and the golden sun shone on the mountain.

However, everyone at the Wuji Sect, even the registered disciples at the bottom, could feel the invisible pressure, as if there were heavy clouds pressing over the heads, making everyone breathless.

Over the years, under the influence of the Spirit Gathering Tower, the spiritual energy in Mangshan has become increasingly rich, and the fortune of the sects has also risen. Any crisis that may affect the fortune will have predictive signs.

The situation today is obviously a bit unusual, indicating that something big is about to happen in the sect. All the disciples on Mount Mang felt awe-inspiring, and even prepared for battle.

Soon, the inexplicable pressure in the air became heavier and heavier, as if the sky was about to collapse. Some disciples with poor minds began to sit on the ground and meditate to resist the pressure like a mountain.

Only when you have pressure can you grow up. This is something that cultivators must face. If you can't even deal with it, you will definitely have many demons in your heart in the future and it will be difficult to cultivate immortals and achieve enlightenment.

"Husband, is Mrs. Tang?"

At this time, at the top of the Cultivation Peak, in the octagonal pavilion used to view the scenery, Zheng Yuer looked out the pavilion with a serious expression, her eyes fell on the crystal mirror there, and her brows could not help but look fearful.

The scene played in the crystal mirror seems to be in the Peach Blossom Mountain three hundred miles away, and in the peach blossoms blooming all over the mountains, two figures were passing by like lightning, with the speed being extremely fast, and even the images were difficult to capture.

However, Zheng Yuer could see that the white-haired leader was rushing to the road in a bronze wheelchair, as if the driver was rushing over with a chariot, exuding an iron-blooded aura.

Old Mrs. Tang, if it weren't for her, who else could it be?

"Come and get it very quickly!"

Mo Wentian looked at him leisurely, but said calmly: "But Yu'er, don't worry, although the old lady Tang is not weak and has the title of the Magical Artifact King, maybe she is afraid of her husband in the Wanzi Spirit Realm, but if she is at the foot of Mangshan..."

When he said this, his expression became cold and his tone sounded even more cold.

"This is the base camp of Wujimen. Anyone who wants to come to provoke the door must be siding with a dragon and a tiger must be lying with a tiger. This old woman who is a scattered by the Tumu is probably going to be buried at the foot of our mountain."

Hearing Mo Wentian's confidence made Zheng Yuer feel relieved. Decades of support made her realize her husband's magical skills. Since she had a way to deal with Mrs. Tang, she would definitely not be aimless.

If Old Lady Tang is not a threat, then there is no need to pay attention. At this time, another thing is hanging in her heart, forcing her to find Mo Wentian to discuss.

"Husband!"

Zheng Yuer became speechless and stopped and said hesitantly: "Yuer wants to follow the leader of the valley to the front line of the Western Wilderness Rift Valley..."

Although she didn't finish her words, she understood the meaning very well. As a mother, she really wanted to give her daughter the best protection and even stay away from any dangerous disasters. Especially a few days ago, her daughter was trapped in the wild rat country. If it weren't for the timely rescue of the herd and guardian law, the consequences would be unimaginable.

As long as you think of this, Zheng Yuer is still scared and fearful. It is conceivable that the Great Rift Valley of the Western Wilderness is a front-line position after all. Should she really let her daughter go to the battlefield and kill the enemy?

"The flowers in the greenhouse will not grow into towering trees without the nourishment of sunshine, rain or dew, and without the tempering of wind and rain."

In a word, representing Mo Wentian's attitude, his voice paused slightly and he pondered: "Fighting against the wild demon clan on the front line of the Western Wilderness Rift Valley will be a good opportunity to experience. Yu'er has the care of the head of the valley, and with the protection of all the venerables, there should be no problem."

Zheng Yuer nodded slightly and stopped talking. She knew that this would be the result, but she would only be at peace with her husband if she had to say it.

"Yu'er, I forgot to tell you about the matter of growing grain in China..."

Mo Wentian seemed to deliberately change the topic, and suddenly changed the subject and pondered: "Han Yunsheng, who has arranged for the Interior Hall, has asked him to use the sect spiritual fields to cultivate grain seeds, improve the quality of local grain seeds in the Bianhuang Spirit Realm, and improve the germination rate and yield of grain seeds, so as to ensure the food security of the Bianhuang Spirit Realm."

"Husband, this is a good idea."

Zheng Yuer couldn't help but feel happy. Of course, she knew the special effect of the sect's spiritual fields, which can increase the growth rate of crops by eight times and can basically mature for one season every month, representing the magic of the spiritual fields soil. Maybe it can really improve local grain seeds and reduce dependence on Middle-earth grain.

As the queen of the Great Zheng Kingdom and the ruler of the Bianhuang Spirit Realm, the food problem of the people in the world can be said to be her biggest problem. If it can be solved, it would be a huge good news.

At present, the two discussed the details and needed professional talents to cultivate grain seeds. Zheng Yuer planned to recruit talents in the Bianhuang Spirit Realm, especially experts who are good at agricultural planting, so that they could assist Wujimen in researching new grain seeds.

"Wang!Wang!Wang!"

Suddenly, the barking of mountain patrol dogs came from the back mountain. The sound of the hoarseness represents the strength of the enemy and has threatened the safety of Wujimen.

Mountain patrol dog warning?

Is there a strong enemy approaching Wuji Sect?

According to the warning range of the mountain patrol dog, the visitor should be within 200 miles.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Soon, a disciple rang a big bell in front of the hall, and the heavy bell rang through the sky and spread throughout every corner of the Mangshan Mountain.

After the mountain patrol dog warned, a bell immediately sounded, conveying the message of alertness of the whole sect.

Lei Wanshan and Gu Aoxue led the guardians and elders of the sect's Nascent Soul cultivation, together with the envoys and venerables, all guarded at the foot of Mangshan, waiting for the battle as if they were facing a great enemy.

What we have to deal with today is that the top masters of Wan Zi Spirit Realm, except for the disciples of the Yuanying True King, will be cannon fodder no matter how many they come. It is better to wait in the sect.

Suddenly, the wind was howling and the black clouds rolled in, which was the prelude to the arrival of the heavy rain.

Over the Mang Mountain, the dark clouds were pressing down, like a mountain pressing above the head, and the hysterical dog barking came from the howling wind, accompanied by the sound of dull bells.

The warning sound became louder and louder, representing the rapid approach of the enemy cultivator.

"Boom!"

In the thick black clouds, a thunderous explosion came out, falling into the ears of disciples on the mountain. The sound hit the mind through the eardrums. Some disciples with lower strength even fainted directly.

"break!"

Gu Aoxue sacrificed the golden snake holy spear in his hand, turning into golden lightning and splitting the thick clouds, as if it was poking a hole in the sky. The thunderous explosion suddenly disappeared.

"Click!"

However, silver lightning began to rage the clouds, like silver snakes running around. Raindrops all over the sky swept across the sky, pouring down like thousands of arrows, covering the mountain.

"Ahhhh!"

These raindrops are extremely powerful, just like shooting sharp arrows. Of course, there is no need to be afraid of disciples above the foundation building, but the disciples in the Qi Refining Stage cannot resist it. As long as they are caught, they will be covered in flesh and blood, and screams will be heard immediately.

"snort!"

Lei Wanshan snorted angry coldly, and a black turtle shield broke out from his hands, covering the void like a cover. The rain fell on it all at once, and the sound of gold and iron clashing out was heard.

The Black Turtle Divine Shield protects the safety of Mount Mang and blocks all damage.

Lei Wanshan and Gu Aoxue looked at each other. The enemy had not arrived yet, but even the wind, rain, thunder and lightning helped the evildoer to commit crimes, causing such a shocking threat. It was really shocking.

The Tang Sect master is indeed well-known and will be the strong enemy of Wuji Sect.

Suddenly, at the end of the endless wilderness, rolling smoke and dust swept across, covering half of the sky like a sun, and two figures faintly came in the wind and lightning.

"The old Tang Sect leader, immediately open the mountain gate and come quickly to greet him!"

Before the person arrived, the sound came from afar and landed at the foot of Mangshan, like a mountain hitting the mountain protection formation, and it couldn't help but shake.

It is obvious that this is putting pressure on the Wuji Gate.

Soon, the two figures swept over and stopped above the mountain gate, looking down at the earth beneath their feet, like the supreme god who dominates destiny.

"The True King Wuji, quickly open the mountain gate and release the old man Longyuan and others in this gate. Otherwise, you will definitely not spare your life. You will be buried with you on the mountain."

The voice sounded cold and arrogant, but it showed unquestionable truth. It was obvious that he had been in high positions for a long time, which made him already used to speaking in a tone of giving orders.

The person who spoke was the hunchbacked old woman in a wheelchair with white hair and gray hair. Her face was as old as tree bark. I don’t know how many years she has lived.

A strong man stood behind a wheelchair. He was obviously only short in figure, but he was wearing a wide shroud and robe. He stood there quietly like a puppet, without saying anything for a long time, as if he was carved out.

No one knows who he is?

Lei Wanshan and Gu Aoxue didn't know either, but according to the information obtained, this person looked a bit like a master of Di Jue. This person is the second-ranked master of the Tang Sect. It is said that his temper is extremely irritable, but now it seems that the information is likely to be incorrect.

"This Tang Sect leader, I don't know what happened to come to Mangshan, but you are really unfortunate."

Lei Wanshan laughed loudly and said loudly: "The head of this sect is not in the sect. If you have something important to look for him, it is better to come and visit him someday."

He came to the door and planned to cross the mountain, but actually asked to visit another day?

The old woman sitting in the wheelchair was furious and shouted loudly: "Since that's the case, I will capture you and others, and I will not worry about the true king of Wuji not letting go."

As soon as she finished speaking, she reached out and slapped the wheelchair. She seemed to turn into a cannonball and smashed towards Lei Wanshan with a bang. The strong man who followed her right and left was the same, following her like a shadow.

Lei Wanshan's two fists could not match four hands. Fortunately, there were many masters from Wuji Sect, so he immediately rushed forward, like a large airtight net, surrounding the two old women in the wheelchair.

What is waiting for the prey that falls into the trap will be to complete their hunting.
Chapter completed!