At noon the next day, Mo Wentian slowly opened his eyes and felt that the spiritual energy in the dantian was much more majestic. The medicinal power of the Mu Ling Dan had been completely refined. With his qualifications as the five elements spiritual roots, it originally took three years to break through to the ninth level of Qi refining, but now it may take less than a year before the cultivation level will be upgraded again.

After walking out of the practice room, after lunch in the kitchen, he summoned four junior brothers and sisters to discuss matters in the sect hall. First, he took out the secret book of the high-level magic "Elfing Art" from the storage bag and handed it to the younger sister Mu Yuxuan. He solemnly instructed: "My priest, senior brother has long said that you are a cultivator of the alien roots. If you take this "Elfing Art" and practice it well, you will definitely achieve something."

Mu Yuxuan is not as calm and rational as Gu Aoxue. She has a naive and romantic personality and believes in the senior brother of the sect. The senior brother said that this secret book is suitable for her to practice, so she naturally thought it was extremely suitable. She jumped forward and happily took over the secret book of "Ethereal Art" and said to Mo Wentian: "Junior sister thanked the senior brother of the sect."

Mo Wentian chuckled and said, "My priest doesn't need to thank you. Just take care of the spirit fox. Senior brother hopes that it will advance to become a third-level spirit beast as soon as possible!"

Mu Yuxuan's smile was like flowers blooming, and her two black and white eyes were curved into crescent moons, and she laughed and said, "Prince, please rest assured, Yuxuan could feel that Xiang'er was about to advance to a third-level spirit beast."

"Is that true?" Mo Wentian laughed, feeling extremely comfortable. He waved his hand to signal her to go down. After a moment of contemplation, he took out the forbidden token of the Sutra Pavilion from the storage bag and said with a firm heart: "Junior Brother Lei!"

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother is here!" Lei Wanshan responded loudly and stood up suddenly.

"Junior Brother Lei, you are already at the sixth level of Qi refining. According to the old Wuji Sect rules, you have the qualifications to improve the elders. Today, the senior brother ordered Lei to be the elder of the sect to be responsible for managing the cultivation grounds and the Sutra Pavilion." Speaking of this, Mo Wentian held up the forbidden land token and said in a sequel, "Yesterday, the senior brother used talismans to build a Sutra Pavilion in the dense forest on the right side of the sect hall, but there are restrictions and restrictions, which are not allowed to enter and exit at will by ordinary people. This is a Sutra Pavilion forbidden land token. Holding this token can freely enter and exit the Sutra Pavilion. Brother Lei can select secret books in the Sutra Pavilion, and teach according to his aptitude, so as to improve the strength of several junior brothers and sisters, as well as all the disciples."

"Yes! Junior brother follows the will of the leader." Lei Wanshan was overjoyed, not because he was promoted to an elder of the sect, but because the sect had new buildings built, which made him very excited. You should know that yesterday, since the sect returned, several buildings of the sect had undergone earth-shaking changes. The mountain gate was much more majestic and tall; the spirit beast garden could accommodate more spirit beasts; the land area of ​​the spiritual field was doubled; the cultivation speed of the cultivation ground was also faster; even the sect hall was raised three feet high, all of which were thanks to the magical powers of the senior brother of the sect.

Over the past few days, he also thought secretly that if Wuji Sect wants to grow and grow, these buildings with special functions play a significant role. The Sutra Pavilion is a place where the secrets of martial arts are stored, and the secrets of martial arts have always been the top priority of the development of the sects. The importance of the Sutra Pavilion is naturally self-evident. Lei Wanshan felt a great responsibility and respectfully stepped forward to take the forbidden token of the Sutra Pavilion. He felt that his hands were as heavy as ten thousand pounds, and a heavy burden was pressed on his shoulders.

After Lei Wanshan retreated, Mo Wentian immediately said: "Although Tao Mengran has fallen, Haoran Sect is still there. The senior brother is preparing to kill Haoran Mountain, destroy the Daotong of Haoran Sect, and seize Menghe Town."

When several junior brothers and sisters heard that they were going to destroy Haoran Sect, they all raised their arms and shouted happily. Mo Wentian waved his hand with a smile and said solemnly: "Although Haoran Sect has no head, the lean camel is bigger than a horse, so you need to be careful."

Speaking of this, he looked at Ye Wuying and said, "Junior Brother Ye, you are willing to follow your senior brother down the mountain and eliminate Haoran Sect to prevent future troubles."

"My junior brother is willing to go and follow the order of the head." Ye Wuying stood up suddenly and replied loudly.

Mo Wentian nodded and said in a deep voice: "Okay, tomorrow morning, you will go down the mountain with your senior brother."

"Yes, senior brother of the sect!" Ye Wuying responded, and sat down with excitement on his face. He has been practicing shadow art and spider web art recently, and his hands are itchy. Now his senior brother has delivered the opportunity to test the spell, so where can he shirk his rude?

After handling the affairs of the sect, Mo Wentian waved his hand and ordered his junior brothers and sisters to retreat. He returned to the practice room, took a pill of Yijin Pill, and began to refine medicine and practice. As long as he could squeeze out time, Mo Wentian used it to practice diligently and work hard to improve his own cultivation. His talent is extremely high. In addition, he has diligent cultivation, which has made him young, and the eighth level of Qi refining cultivation.

Early the next morning, Mo Wentian and Ye Wuying used breakfast, and then used the magical technique, left Mangshan, and headed straight for Haoran Mountain.

Haoran Sect established a sect because of the name of the mountain. Three hundred years ago, there was a nest of bandits on Haoran Mountain. The bandit leader accidentally obtained a secret book of water-attributed martial arts. He happened to have a spiritual root. After careful study, he actually practiced successfully and founded Haoran Sect. Although he had achieved the immortal way, his habit of burning, killing, looting and robbing was always the same. Tao Mengran killed many treasures in the millions of demon mountains, and severely injured Hao Cheng, which also planted a seed for the destruction of the sect.

After a whole day of travel, Mo Wentian and the others arrived at the foot of Haoran Mountain. Haoran Sect did not have a mountain protection formation. There were only two disciples from the second level of Qi Refining guarding the mountain gate. They were killed by Ye Wuying. Following the stone steps, the two climbed the mountain peak. The main hall of the sect was in front of them. Except for two servants who were cleaning the hall, there was no one inside. Mo Wentian rang the bell in front of the hall.

The rapid bell sounded shut up the sky. After a short while, more than a dozen monks rushed over and walked into the hall one after another. They looked up and saw two monks in blue shirts in the hall. One of them was sitting upright on the chair of the leader with a golden sword, looking coldly, revealing an extremely intimidating momentum.

The disciples of Haoran Sect looked at each other with a confused face. One of them angrily rebuked: "Defying madman, you dare to sit down as the head of Haoran Sect?"

"I don't know how to live or die!" Ye Wuying suddenly approached him two steps, opened his mouth and vomited, and a spider web with black fog changed into a head cover.

This Haoran Sect disciple only has the third level of Qi Refining. How could he avoid it in a hurry? He was covered with a black net tightly bound his body, and a ball of black smoke rose. With the screams, the disciple turned into a pool of black water.

Most of the Haoran Sect disciples in the hall are outer disciples, with low cultivation and not capable of practicing magic. How could they have seen such vicious magic? They were shocked and silent at the moment, and they all looked at the middle-aged monk in front.

Mo Wentian scanned and used the "insight technique" to view this person's information.

Name: Yan Shikuan

Sect: Haoran Sect

Position: Inner disciple

Spirit root: None

Spirit root type: None

Cultivation level: Fifth level of Qi refining

There are seven inner disciples of Haoran Sect, and six of them have died at the hands of him and Lei Wanshan. The current disciple of Haoran Sect named Yan Shikuan is obviously the highest level of Haoran Sect. When Yan thought of this, Mo Wentian sneered on his face.

After Mo Wentian's eyes swept away, Yan Shikuan's heart trembled, and he said frightenedly: "Senior, I wonder what important things are for coming to Haoran Sect?"

Mo Wentian laughed and said lightly: "Nothing is important? He just wants to destroy the Daotong of Haoran Sect."

Yan Shikuan's expression changed drastically and he said in a lost voice: "Why are seniors like this? Has Haoran Sect offended seniors?"

Mo Wentian suddenly turned cold and said disdainfully: "I am the head of Wuji Sect, Fellow Daoist Yan, do you think this reason is sufficient?"

When he heard this, Yan Shikuan's face turned pale. As an inner disciple, he naturally understood some of the grievances between Haoran Sect and Wuji Sect. He knew that it could not be resolved. He knelt on the ground with a thud and begged repeatedly: "Senior, can you spare your next life?"

Mo Wentian secretly despised him, but this person met Feng and shook his head gently and said, "No, you are a disciple of Haoran Sect, how can you spare your life?"

Yan Shikuan's expression was even more frightened, and he changed his mind and said repeatedly: "President Mo, please spare your life. Yan Shikuan is willing to withdraw from Haoran Sect and join Wuji Sect."

Mo Wentian's face became colder and said with disdain, "Wuji Sect doesn't want a waste like you, but it's okay to spare your life. You just need to agree to one condition."
Chapter completed!