"What did you say?"

Mo Wentian immediately turned his head and glanced coldly and said, "Wan Tianyan, if you are the leader, then what is Qianshanyu?"

"He is a loser, a prisoner of my rank."

Wan Tianyan's expression was cold, as if he was telling a truth, and said in a calm voice: "There is only one throne of the leader. I am expected to become the leader. He has to be reduced to the prisoner, but he can't blame anyone for success, kings and defeats. I believe you understand this principle."

"Yes, what you said makes sense!" Mo Wentian nodded slightly, but his voice suddenly changed and continued, "But in the Innate Sect, two leaders can coexist. The former leaders Qianli Bing and Wanlihuo are famous and well-known in the border countries. Why do you want to monopolize the throne of the leader? Don't give Qianshanyu a way to survive."

"Thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow, thousands of miles of fire and thousands of miles of clouds, the two former leaders are geniuses of Zheng State, and the cultivation talent of this post is also obvious to all, not inferior to the two former leaders."

Wan Tianyan sneered and said with a complacent look on his face: "It's just Qianshanyu, he's just a playboy, and he's even a useless person in cultivation. The Innate Sect's handing over to such a person is simply shameful to the ancestors, and it's a shame to our sect."

"Who said Qianshanyu could not become the leader? He is Qianli Bing's only son, and you are Wanlihuo's adopted son. If you look at the bloodline, you can be considered an outsider."

Mo Wentian shook his head slightly and continued, "As for the cultivation talent, it is just a tilt of resources. This year, you have received continuous support from cultivation resources, and you have gained a golden elixir with sects. Only then can you succeed in the formation of elixir by chance successfully becoming a true lord. If you use these resources on Qianshan Yu, it will not be too far away from you?"

"you……"

Wan Tianyan immediately looked upset and said with some displeasure: "Mr. Ye, your origin is unknown. Is this sect intentionally making trouble?"

Mo Wentian sneered, but ignored him anymore, supporting Qianshanyu who had almost no strength, and said warmly: "Qianshanyu, don't panic. I not only keep my promise, but also bring four casual cultivators from the head of Qianli Bing. They are all willing to join the Innate Sect and help you achieve great achievements in the future."

His voice was still gone. Qian Shanyu was so excited that he couldn't speak. Wan Tianyan in front was immediately exposed and shouted angrily: "You are indeed here to make trouble. Several elders come to take down all these people."

Before he finished speaking, three figures rushed forward. Except for the old monk who entered the meditation, the other three elders all rushed forward, as if they knew Mo Wentian's power and surrounded him in the middle with the word "Pin", they actually sacrificed their own golden elixir.

The golden elixir contains the lifelong cultivation of a Jindan monk, and can be regarded as the strongest attack of the True Lord, because the golden elixir is not as single as a spell, and can fully display several kinds of natal magical powers. The more the natal magical powers sacrificed, the stronger the power it contains.

These three elders of the Innate Sect, two of them are in the middle stage of the Golden Pill. The four zodiac powers of the Golden Pills are sacrificed and refined. Only the four elders, Fire Phoenix True Lord, are in the early stage of the Golden Pills. The Golden Pills are sacrificed and refined in the second stage of the Golden Pills. The three golden pills are directly bombarded out, which is enough to cause damage to the cultivators in the late stage of the Golden Pills.

They all saw that this black-clothed cloaked man who claimed to be Mr. Ye was definitely not a simple and easy character. He was probably more than the middle stage of the Jindan stage, and even in the late stage of the Jindan stage, he directly used the most fierce means to directly kill him on the spot.

Mo Wentian was a little surprised. These elders did not live in vain and had such rich experience against the enemy. If they were other Jindan monks, they would have been in a hurry and might have fallen directly under the bombardment of the Jindan.

Moreover, he had already noticed that the great elder of Tianmen Peak had already opened his turbid eyes at this time and locked his eyes tightly. As long as he was exposed, he would deal with endless attacks, and would be unable to deal with the disadvantages, and might even use up his magic power and be in danger of falling.

Not only that, a gust of breeze suddenly swept out of the palace gate of the Innate Hall, as if it was squeezed out in the cracks of the stone gate, quietly falling in the air, a face vaguely hidden in the wind, looking down in front of the hall coldly.

Wan Tianyan laughed wildly, and the three dazzling golden elixirs that broke through the air drew an excitement on his face. They were really ignorant and fearless. Since I let you five come here, aren’t you sure to deal with you?

At this moment, he looked at the dead Qianshanyu, feeling extremely happy. You, a waste, actually received the support of the five Jindan True Lords, but good luck ended here. The head of the Innate Sect is still owned by me.

Not only these Jindan True Lords, but also those cultivators of his sect who were invited to watch the ceremony, as well as the foundation-building disciples of the Innate Sect who were guarding the surroundings, almost all believed that Mo Wentian and the five others would die, and there was almost no possibility of getting out.

But at this moment, they heard a sigh, as if they were regretting life, as if they were helpless towards fate. Such a voice was not like the voice of despair, but rather like the voice of pity for others. This is a strange illusion.

At this time, they suddenly discovered that the man in black had grabbed a pen in his hand. The tip of the pen fell into the void like a hook, and he quickly wrote a word.

This is a word "未". Although there are only a few strokes of this word, the tip of the pen passes through the void, like breaking through an endless black hole, with the breath rippling inside, like a whirlpool on a hurricane ocean, and bursts of inexplicable suction, as if it was to trap all living things and creatures in it.

Under the word, the three golden elixirs seemed to be inexplicably pulled, and deviated from the original trajectory without control, and threw them towards the word as if they were really going to be taken away.

"Ahhhh!"

The three of Glacier Zhenjun and the other two let out a shrill scream. They activated their magic power in disbelief and wanted to get rid of the control of that word, but no matter how many times they were driven, the golden elixir would not move at all, as if they had completely lost contact and were trapped in the pen of that word.

"Puff puff puff!"

The three true lords sprayed blood, their pale cheeks quickly aged at a speed visible to the naked eye. In an instant, there were ravines and wrinkles, and their life spans immediately after losing the golden elixir.

All these changes happened in the flash of lightning. No one expected that the man in black-clothed cloaked just wrote a pen and then took away the golden elixirs of the three elders of the Innate Sect.

The foundation-building monks present did not expect that Wan Tianyan would not expect that they would open their mouths and couldn't close them, like dry Taoist beds that were thirsty fish.

The old elder in black robe who was like an old monk entering into meditation was trembling all over at this time, and he almost felt soft to the ground. His cultivation was the highest and the oldest, and his vision was naturally higher than others. He had already seen that the pen was a spiritual weapon.

Spiritual weapon! If the Jindan cultivator holds it in his hand, he can walk sideways. He doesn't need to take a second shot if he wants to kill anyone. This is an invincible existence. Even in the late stage of the Jindan, he can't stand the attack of the spiritual weapon. This great elder is already considering his fate.

The breeze floating in the air was also trembling gently at this time. The person hiding in the wind had quietly circulated the magic tricks and was about to escape quietly. He actually found a spiritual weapon in the Innate Sect. If such a thing was reported, it might not only be a success, but it would be a great achievement.

But before he could take two steps, the black-cloaked man said something that almost made him fall in the air.

"Dongfang Chengfeng, when you killed the Seventeenth Young Master, you were already a wanted criminal in Zheng State, but now you are so brave. You are actually making trouble in the Innate Sect. You spent your time helping Wan Tianyan seize the leader, but what was your sinister intention?"

The man who had been hiding in the wind was immediately shocked. What he feared was not the spiritual weapon of the black-clothed clothed man, but was afraid of his omnipotence, because the killing of the Seventeenth Young Master had forced him to hide his identity for decades, and no one knew his original name, but the black-clothed clothed man who claimed to be Mr. Ye actually knew it completely.

A person who likes to hide in the dark and manipulate, but was stripped naked in public. This feeling is really bad. Dongfang Chengfeng endured his fear and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Ye, who are you? Your origin must be not simple."

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is..."

Mo Wentian's face was full of murderous intent and said in a biting cold voice: "Today is your death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he held a pen and wrote a few strokes in the void. His pen was like a dragon and a snake, and he wrote a blood-red word "Zhou". Each stroke was like a blade, with a sharp edge and a vicious spirit.

Dongfang Chengfeng saw the word "Slay", as if he saw the end of his head falling to the ground. He was extremely frightened and immediately activated his magic power, pinched the magic power of the wind escape magic, and immediately rushed away.

However, the word "Zhou" is so powerful that the air is as heavy as a confinement. Even though Dongfang Chengfeng can escape from life, under the word "Zhou", the body is as heavy as if it is suppressed by thousands of giant mountains, and it is hard to escape.

"ah!"

Dongfang Chengfeng let out a shrill scream, and suddenly felt a gushing blood gushing out of his neck. His head suddenly lost its weight and flew obliquely in the air. In a trance, he saw his headless corpse falling to the ground. This word actually cut off his head.

The famous Zhenjun Dingfeng and the four elders of the Dispersed Cultivator Alliance fell in the Innate Sect, but fortunately they died under a spiritual weapon. However, if they did not use the spiritual weapon, how could this cultivator who had already sacrificed the Wind Escape magical power to become his natal magical powers so easily?
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