Mo Wentian sighed and walked forward to take down Xu Tianji's treasure bag. At this time, in his arms, there were ten treasure bags of foundation-building real people, and two were real people in the middle stage of foundation-building, which was a completely unimaginable great harvest.

The disciples of the six sects came over with respect. They originally thought that Mo Wentian was just an ordinary foundation-building real person, but after seeing him performing his magical powers, they were shocked to the extreme, which was beyond their imagination.

Mo Wentian swept over the six sects with a majestic expression and said in a deep voice: "President Cao, Master Zhao, you two lead the disciples of the sect to collect all the storage bags on the ground."

Cao Dezheng and Zhao Tiange's faces showed a look of flattery. They immediately respectfully accepted the order and quickly led their disciples to clean up the spoils.

Mo Wentian continued to instruct: "President Fei, you will lead two disciples to the Spiritual Medicine Valley in person and inform our disciples to leave the valley."

Fei Zhenyu immediately respectfully accepted the order and led two disciples to walk into the passage.

In less than a cup of tea, Cao Dezheng and Zhao Tiange each held a pile of storage bags and walked forward with a respectful expression: "Sect Master Mo, we have just cleaned up the two of us, and we found a total of 280 storage bags, all of which are here. Please check it out."

Mo Wentian nodded slightly. Within his spiritual sense, he was naturally not afraid of them making trouble. He immediately threw his sleeves over and took all the storage bags into his arms.

At this time, the passage was full of people, and all the Wuji monks and other monks of the Wuji Sect came out in a row. The fifty registered disciples were all full of joy, but the sixty mine slaves looked depressed and all looked dead gray. It was obvious that they all knew what was happening outside.

Mo Wentian used his spiritual sense to scan the ten treasure troves in his arms, and found a third-level ban in one of them, which was placed in the import of the Spiritual Medicine Valley. If it were not for the Foundation Establishment Real Person, it would be difficult to break the ban and break in.

After completing the arrangement, Mo Wentian looked over, looked at Xu Tianji's cold corpse, and ordered in a deep voice: "Sector Li, let the disciples take the body of Master Xu with us. We will use his dislike to open the mountain gate of Feiyunmen."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked around coldly and ordered in a deep voice: "The disciples of the seven sects followed me to kill Feiyun Sect and broke through their mountain gate. Qinghe County will change the sun again from then on."

"No!" All the disciples present responded with a loud bang, and their voices rang through the sky, and echoes sounded in the depths of Qingniu Mountain.

Two hours later, in front of the mountain gate of Feiyunmen.

Feiyun Sect is already without a leader, and only one inner disciple of the ninth level of Qi Refining is in charge of the overall situation. Because he is old and is responsible for guarding the sect's Sutra Library, he is not sent out of the mountain gate. There are only a very small number of other disciples above the sixth level of Qi Refining, and they are all guardians in important places of the sect, while the other disciples are just ordinary disciples below the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Li Wangqing carried Xu Tianji's body forward, and Mo Wentian personally made a guarantee to the disciples of Feiyun Sect that after the disciples of the seven sects entered the mountain gate, they would never commit murderous crimes unless they encountered disciples who were resisting.

The disciple of the Ninth Level of Qi Refining immediately opened the mountain gate, and the leader had already fallen, and the other party's strength was so terrifying that there was no real person in the sect to build a foundation, so what else could they have to persist in?

Surrounded by the stars and moons of the heads of the six sects, Mo Wentian walked into the mountain gate of Feiyunmen with high eyes, and his gaze suddenly became cheerful. The towering Feiyun Peak still stood in front of him, but the stone steps upwards from the mountain gate were all kneeling all over the disciples of Feiyunmen.

They knelt silently on the ground, as if the people after the city was broken, welcomed the winner of the city. Mo Wentian looked up and looked at the Feiyun Peak, which shocked him four or five years ago, now it seemed like a small mountain. He clearly remembered that two years ago, at the Feiyun Gate Golden Boy and Jade Girl Double Cultivation Ceremony, the stone steps up the mountain were covered with thousands of feet of beast carpets, and tens of thousands of fireflies and beasts on both sides of the stone steps were used to meet them.

However, the prosperity and prosperity of the past seemed like the yellow flowers yesterday. After two years, Mo Wentian stepped onto Feiyun Peak again, but he wanted to step on the highest peak of Feiyun City under his feet.

Mo Wentian turned his head and ordered: "Sect Master Xue, guard the mountain gate formation. Before I received my order, I will be killed by any disciple of Feiyun Sect who intends to go down the mountain."

"Yes! Sect Master Mo!" Xue Wuya responded respectfully and led thirty elite disciples under his sect to guard the mountain gate strictly to prevent any disciples from Feiyun Sect from leaving Feiyun Peak.

Surrounded by the other disciples, Mo Wentian slowly walked on the steps. Where they walked, the disciples kneeling on both sides lowered their heads, faintly crying sounds, and many disciples were wiping their tears secretly.

On the contrary, the disciples of the other five sects all had excited expressions on their faces. They never dreamed that those disciples of Feiyun Sect who were high in the past would kneel down at their feet and cry. Almost everyone would stand upright and look so energetic. Only the sixty mine slaves of Wuji Sect looked drooping, all of them with their heads hanging down, as if they were afraid of being recognized by their former fellow disciples kneeling on the ground.

Walking halfway up the mountain, kneeling beside him was a disciple of Feiyun Sect. He seemed to be quite young and could not control his emotions. He suddenly let go of his voice and started crying.

Fei Zhenyu frowned, walked up to him and threw him to the ground, and said with anger: "Damn it, howling ghosts and wolves? If you arguing with Master Mo, I will not let you go."

Mo Wentian turned his head, waved his sleeves and threw out a breeze, rolled the disciple to him, and said in a deep voice: "Why are you crying? I said in front of the mountain gate that I will not take your lives."

The disciple suddenly raised his face, tears could no longer stop gushing out of his eyes, and his voice choked: "I'm not afraid of losing my life, but our sect is gone, our sect is gone!"

He yelled louder and louder, just saying that our sect was gone, as if it was infected by his crying. The disciples of Feiyun Sect who were kneeling around couldn't help but fall to the ground, their shoulders trembled and they couldn't help crying.

"Rareless!" Fei Zhenyu pulled out his sword and was about to step forward and ended up dropping several disciples to demonstrate.

"Slow down!" Mo Wentian suddenly shook his sleeves, stopped him, frowned and said, "Have you forgotten what I said in front of the mountain gate?"

Fei Zhenyu's face changed drastically, and he quickly knelt on the ground and said, "Zengzhu Mo, I am really reckless, please forgive me!"

Mo Wentian narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, but ignored him.

Zhao Tiange and Cao De were looking at each other, their faces full of gloating expressions, but they were thinking about how to please Sect Master Mo. If they could get his appreciation, the sect would not be so difficult in Qinghe County in the future.

Mo Wentian gently waved his sleeves and sent the Feiyun Sect disciple on the ground. His body released a magnificent spiritual pressure. The disciples kneeling around him were like a huge rock pressing down on their hearts. Although they were sad, they dared not make any sound again.

Mo Wentian sighed. The disciples of Wuji Sect have only lived on Mangshan for several years and have regarded Wuji Sect as their home to protect with their lives. Feiyun Sect is a sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. Now it is about to destroy the family. How could these disciples not be sad?

Continue to walk towards the top of the peak. In less than a moment, Mo Wentian, surrounded by disciples of the five sects, came to the main hall of the sect. The square in front of the hall that could accommodate thousands of disciples to practice was deserted at this time.

Zhao Tiange and Cao Dezheng hurriedly walked forward, gently pushed open the two doors of the sect hall, and stood respectfully on both sides of the hall door.

Mo Wentian was gently robeing, and surrounded by disciples from all sects, walked calmly into the hall.

The majestic hall that can accommodate hundreds of people is empty inside and looks extremely deserted. The night pearls around the hall are shining with dazzling light. There is no one on the seven golden stone tables in front of the hall. The seven foundation-building real people four or five years ago, except for the Miaoshou real people, the other six people have all died.

Mo Wentian walked forward, opened his robe lightly, and slowly sat on the Jinshi platform in the middle. This was originally the treasure throne of Xu Tianji, the leader of Feiyun Sect. Four or five years ago, he sat here to show Taoism to the heads of the twenty Qi Refining Sects of Qinghe County, but things changed, and he probably didn't understand until his death that the head of the Qi Refining Sect who used to listen to him demonstrating Taoism would dominate the entire Qinghe County one day.

The disciples of the various sects did not dare to be negligent. They stood carefully under the high platform in order. Everyone stood upright, especially the five heads. They had an illusion in a trance, as if they were back to Xu Tianji who had faced Feiyun Sect in the past.

The golden-forged seating platform shone with dazzling golden light under the reflection of the night pearl in the hall. Mo Wentian was bathed in the golden light, as if he was a solemn emperor. His eyes were majestic and swept across the crowd, and he said in a deep voice: "My fellow students, although I promised to protect the lives of the Feiyun Sect disciples, I can be spared the death penalty, but the living penalty is hard to spare. What do you think of dealing with them?"

Fei Zhenyu had just made a fuss about himself, but at this time he was a little anxious to show his feelings and immediately said: "Master Mo, it is better to use all the disciples of Feiyun Sect as mine slaves of your sect."

Mo Wentian laughed and said, "President Fei, there are now thousands of Feiyun Sect disciples on Feiyun Peak, and this sect does not have the ability to completely digest it."

"This..." Fei Zhenyu immediately didn't know how to answer. He returned with an awkward expression.

Mo Wentian thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "Search all these disciples, and then gather all the disciples above the fourth level of Qi Refining to enrich them into the six sects!"

Li Wangqing and the five leaders were all full of joy. It is difficult to cultivate disciples with the fourth level of Qi Refining in the sect. Without decades of hard work, it is impossible to cultivate them. Unexpectedly, Wuji Sect was so generous that they gave these disciples to their six sects for nothing.
Chapter completed!