Dongfang Chengfeng fell to the ground, but it caused an uproar in the Innate Sect. It was shocking compared to the fall of the three elders. No one expected that there would be such a wanted criminal from the court hidden in the Innate Hall.

Dongfang Chengfeng is an elder of the Alliance of Cultivators. In his early years, he committed a major case of assassinating the Seventeenth Prince, which was something that Zheng Guojun's family would never tolerate. No matter who had any connection with the Alliance of Cultivators, it would be a death sentence that would be difficult to forgive, not to mention that this person was Dongfang Chengfeng.

"Wan Tianyan, you actually colluded with the Alliance of Scattered Cultivators. This is a serious crime of treason!" Mo Wentian looked over coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person, and said coldly: "Do you have any last words?"

At this time, Wan Tianyan looked dazed, as if he was in a daze. For the mysterious man wearing a bronze mask, he had already vaguely guessed that this person was not simple, and seemed to have some connection with the Alliance of Random Cultivators, but in order to get the position of head, he didn't care about anything else.

Borrowing the power of the mysterious man, he carefully planned to eliminate the strange things and killed two Jindan elders who did not support his successor. Finally, he got his wish and ascended to the throne of the sect as he wished. He did not regret the matter at all, but he did not expect that the man was actually Dongfang Chengfeng, and he could simply cut off any room for turning around.

However, Wan Tianyan was a little heroic, and he staggered to the ground and said miserably: "Mr. Ye, it is indeed a good method. I have said that success, kings and defeats are indiscriminate. Today, it is in your hands, and there is nothing to say."

Mo Wentian sneered, but ignored him. He turned his head and looked at the elder in black robe, and said in a deep voice: "Zhuo Zhenjun, Wan Tianyan is already dead. Even if I let him go here, the Ministry of Justice of Zheng State will not let him go. Your rank should choose another leader!"

"this……"

The Wuxiang Zhenjun raised his eyelids and his face seemed a little ugly. Wan Tianyan colluded with the Alliance of Scattered Cultivators to commit an unforgivable death penalty, but Mr. Ye was not a good person who was hiding his head and tail? I wonder what kind of abacus he had for the Innate Sect, supporting a puppet like Qianshanyu in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

But now the situation is stronger than others. This Wuxiang Zhenjun is an old fox who has lived for countless years. Naturally, he knows how to save his life. If he still can't figure out the situation and directly opposes Mr. Ye, he may have to follow in the footsteps of the three elders and meet them in the Huangquan immediately.

Mo Wentian smiled slightly and said in a calm tone: "Zhuo Zhenjun, I think that although Qianshanyu is ordinary innate, he is remarkable in terms of virtue. At least he will not commit serious crimes committed by collusion with the court, and..."

Speaking of this, his voice must be very calm and said: "He holds the innate token of the noble sect, and all the disciples of the innate sect follow, so he can naturally become the head of the innate sect."

"What?"

As soon as this sentence came to an end, not only did the expression of the black-robed elder change, but the other monks present were moved. The innate token was the token of the head. When he saw the token, he was like seeing the head, and he kept it in Qianli Bing and Wanliyun's hands. These two people were said to have fallen in the ruins of the imperial city. How could they be in Qianshanyu's hands?

At this time, Qianshanyu had a look of ecstasy expression on his face, and staggered in front of the hall, stretched out his hand and slapped his chest heavily. An token that looked like gold and non-jade seemed to be shaken out, and it broke out from his mouth, and was grabbed by him and raised high in his hand.

Under the reflection of the light, two golden words floated in the air and burst out dazzling light. When the foundation-building monk looked in his eyes, he felt that his eyes seemed to be blinded. He couldn't see clearly what those two words were?

Only when the golden elixir monk swept his eyes can he see clearly that they were two characters, two large seal characters "Innate". This is the innate token of the token of the head of the Innate Sect. If it is fake, it is impossible to make a fake one.

Innate token, any disciple of the Innate Sect, when he saw the token, he was extremely shocked when he saw it, but at this time he was helpless and had to lead the disciples of the Innate Sect to kneel down on the ground and shouted loudly: "Disciple, pay homage to the head!"

An extremely excited look emerged on Qianshanyu's pale cheeks. Mr. Ye was indeed very powerful. If he had not obtained this innate token from him, he would have been able to withstand the torture of Wan Tianyan. However, it would be different to have this innate token now. Ascending to the throne of the head is a legitimate thing.

Mo Wentian sneered at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were signaling behind him. The four people including Sanhua Zhenjun immediately understood in their eyes, and went forward to bow and bow and said, "The following four people are currently free cultivators, and are willing to join the Innate Sect and help the leader achieve great achievements with all their hearts and efforts."

"Okay, with four true lords assisting me, this sect will definitely restore its former strength!"

Qianshanyu has already changed his role, and he completely thinks that he has become the leader. Although he understands that Mr. Ye is just a puppet, he is more than a thousand times better than being tortured to death by Wan Tianyan. If he lives, he will have a chance to make a comeback, but he will die without anything.

As long as he can survive for a while, he may not have a chance to make a comeback. If he temporarily surrenders to this Mr. Ye, he may not be unable to surrender this person in the future. Moreover, with the joining of these four Golden Pill Cultivators, it will be easier for him to check and balance in front of the Great Elder and find ways to find a way to control the sect.

Mo Wentian couldn't see what he was thinking. This Qianshan Yucheng Mansion is much deeper than Wantianyan. However, although this person has the ambition to sleep on firewood and taste gall, his lack of strength can only be at the mercy of others.

"That's good. The Qianzhu Sect has such ambition, which is really a blessing in Lanzhou." Mo Wentian praised and smiled, "But Wuxiang Zhenjun is old, and I'm afraid that his life span is not as good as the four true kings who will give it to the four true kings after a few years."

"this……"

Qianshanyu looked a little hesitant. The four peaks of Tianmen are the location of the spiritual veins of the Innate Sect. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is extremely abundant, and the cultivation speed is far better than ordinary. Now there are less than four thousand disciples in the Innate Sect, but there are eight hundred people in each of the Four Peaks. If these four peaks are taken away, there will be almost nothing left in the Innate Sect.

Qianshanyu turned his gaze to the True Lord Wuxiang, obviously hoping that he could stop it. After all, this request was really hard to agree. If the four peaks of Tianmen fell into Mr. Ye's hands, he would be completely emptied, and it would be difficult to find an opportunity to retake it in the future.

The face of Wuxiang Zhenjun was extremely ugly. He didn't expect that Mr. Ye would naturally not agree to such an outrageous request. This was simply to hand over the Innate Sect. If the four peaks of the Tianmen fell into the hands of the four people, wouldn't he have no say in the sect?

Just as he was about to yell, a voice transmission suddenly sounded in his ears: "Fellow Daoist Wuxiang, I have checked it. Your life span is less than three years, but what are your plans?"

The True Lord Wuxiang immediately changed his expression and immediately sent a trembling voice: "Ye...Mr. Ye, how did you know?"

"No matter how I know it, it is true that your life expectancy is about to end. Do you have no room for yourself to guard a declining Innate Sect?"

The laughter of that voice seemed to be full of infinite confidence.

"Can you..." Wuxiang Zhenjun's white eyebrows squinted, and his voice was transmitted with an excited expression: "Is it possible for fellow Taoist to have some solutions?"

"Of course there is a solution. As long as fellow Wuxiang Daoist returns to Baijiabao to recuperate, Old Man Bai Weng is not young. If he cannot form a pill, he will die for two or three years. It is best for you to be your company."

"What? Have you been to Baijiabao?" Wuxiang Zhenjun looked a little ugly. The Baijiabao was a cultivation family established by his grandson, Old Man Bai Weng. No one even knew about the Innate Sect. He did not expect that Mr. Ye was so powerful.

"That's right, if fellow Taoist Wuxiang no longer cares about the trivial matters of the Innate Sect, there will naturally be seventh-level life-enhancing spirit pills to be offered at regular intervals, which can ensure that fellow Taoist life will last for hundreds of years, and from then on, the great perfection of the golden elixir will be expected."

When talking about this, the voice was full of temptation and continued to transmit a voice: "And I have presented a golden elixir to help the old man Bai Weng successfully build the elixir. Two golden elixirs in your Bai family are supreme glory in Zheng State."

By this time, the True Lord Wuxiang was immediately moved and the Innate Sect, who was guarding the sunset of the west mountain, not only did his own life fall, but the Bai family would not survive. However, if he chose to obey, it would be an unthinkable benefit. The fool knew how to choose, let alone the old fox who had suffered a lot of worldly affairs and understood the way to advance and retreat.

As soon as he thought of this, True Lord Wuxiang seemed to be determined. He had no choice for Mr. Ye who had spiritual weapons. He immediately looked around and said sternly: "Mr. Ye is right. I have this plan. In the future, the four peaks of the Tianmen will be handed over to the four True Lords. The disciples of this sect must not make any mistakes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monks present were immediately in an uproar. Not to mention the monks from other sects, even ordinary disciples of the Innate Sect, they knew that handing over the Four Peaks of the Heavenly Sect to four foreign monks was simply giving the sect to others.

Wan Tianyan immediately roared and said with an angry face: "Zhuo Zhenjun, you are cutting off the foundation of the Innate Sect, what's going on..."

Even though his words were still gone, the True Lord Wuxiang patted his palm, slapped his head to the ground, and said loudly: "Wan Tianyan, you collude with the alliance of scattered cultivators to commit such serious crimes of collusion with enemies and treason. I will clear the portal first so that I will not be ashamed of you again."

This palm showed his attitude. The elders had already made clear their positions. Where did the monks present understand? In Qianshanyu's somewhat depressed expression, the heads of the affiliated sects came forward to congratulate him, expressing their willingness to continue to surrender to the sect.

But as for the disciples of the Innate Sect, they were already a little confused and felt inexplicably sad. Should they change the light of the sky again?

A grand ceremony of the head ended in such a way. All the monks who came to watch the ceremony were filled with sighs and sighed that there was no need to stay there, and they all bowed their fists and said goodbye.

In less than a moment, the Innate Sect gradually became colder, and the four peaks of Tianmen stood majestic and stood still. A ray of sunset shone on it, dyeing bloody colors, the slanting sun was sinking, and the setting sun was like blood.
Chapter completed!