Ren Yufeng looked at his feet. In the huge Bixuan Pavilion, hundreds of monks were standing scattered, but none of them had death energy. He couldn't help but twist his face and glared at the two elders in front of him: "Old woman, bad things for me!"

Elder Qingmiao stood up with a whip, and his face under his gauze cap condensed: "You demon cultivator, you dare to be so arrogant when you die!"

"Diet to the end?" Ren Yufeng glanced contemptuously, and a resentment appeared on his face, "Even if he dies to the end, you will give me a custody!"

"Hmph!" Elder Qingyi looked at him coldly and put down his hand covering his chest, "If you can kill you, what if we two old ladies die? You kill my disciples and destroy me Bixuan Pavilion. Today's account, our senior sisters will do it with you!"

Ren Yufeng was arrogant: "Haha! It depends on whether you have this ability!"

The two elders Qingyi and Qingmiao stopped talking. They looked at each other and each started to make magic tricks.

I saw bright red light rising from the two of them, as strong and desolate as blood. The light became brighter and brighter, and the blood became thicker. Slowly, the light on the two of them merged together.

Seeing this, Ren Yufeng did not dare to be careless. He had fought with the two elders for a while just now. He thought his magical skills would definitely defeat them quickly, but he was surprised to find that he was still at a disadvantage.

Although he was not very sensible, he did not become stupid. He immediately realized that the two elders must have practiced some kind of secret technique in the Taoist tower, and only in just twenty years, their skills were so advanced.

But he didn't admit defeat. With the "Breath of the Dragon", he would soon become a Nascent Soul, then transform into a god, spread the human world, and ascend to become an immortal! What are the two old ladies? He can definitely destroy them!

Thinking of this, Ren Yufeng's dead energy surged, and his face became more ferocious under the black air.

In an instant, all three of them moved. The two elders waved out spiritual energy in the red light, and let Yufeng's death breath rush towards them.

The two elders have refined the magic weapon for four years, called the Forbidden God Whip. Ren Yufeng can no longer be considered a human being. He is as thin as a skeleton, and he doesn't take it seriously at all, so they came up with this kind of magic weapon. This magic weapon is a magic weapon that specifically attacks the soul, but it is difficult for Ren Yufeng to prevent it. His dead energy can protect the body, but it cannot protect the soul. He has suffered many losses just now.

The two elders advanced and retreated, but no longer attacked and defended as before, but gave up defense completely and attacked with all their strength.

The fight was fierce in the air, and no one could see the person below.

The outcome of this battle is related to their future.

Should we continue to be enslaved or live like a person? Of course, of course we choose the latter, but now is not the time for them to choose, so we can only wait for the result of this battle.

The red light and black gas became brighter and brighter, and I could no longer see anything else. Many people were so overwhelmed by this pressure.

Wei Haolan took a look and shouted, "Junior Sister Xia, Junior Brother Tang, take them to a farther place!" Most of these people only have the ability to cultivate Qi, so how could they withstand such pressure?

Xia Qing and Tang Shen received the order.

But before they set off, they saw Ren and Feng in the sky suddenly stop, as if they heard Wei Haolan's voice, and turned around and rushed downwards.

Although the two elders followed immediately, Ren Yufeng was extremely fast and could not stop him for a while.

Wei Haolan was shocked when he saw that Mo Tiange was also in that direction and shouted: "Elder Mo?!"

Mo Tiange felt the surging death aura. She didn't say anything, and took out a poison talisman and slapped it on her body. The white silk sliver was used, and it instantly rose as big as a mat, drifting away from the wind.

When Ren Yufeng saw her, his face covered with black air was filled with hatred, and he stopped looking at others at all and rushed towards her.

Mo Tiange pulled away quickly, and the white silk handkerchief blocked her in front of her, stepping on the cloud boots, and only the sound of wind and thunder was heard in her ears. She disappeared in an instant, but appeared dozens of feet behind Ren Yufeng.

This is the teleportation technique of wind and thunder carved on the stone wall in Ziwei Cave Palace. Ziwei Sanren perfected it, and foundation-building monks can also practice it. It is the only complete technique on the stone wall. In these twenty years, Mo Tiange has been meditating for a long time and can finally be used.

Ren and Feng had obviously never seen each other before, so they were stunned for a while. At this time, the two elders had already chased him, and the Forbidden God Whip took action at the same time, sweeping towards Ren and Feng.

"Ah!" Ren Yufeng was beaten up and screamed in pain.

He was hit, turned around, stared at Mo Tiange fiercely, and his deathly aura surged.

However, the two elders did not give him time to rest. At the same time, they activated the secret technique, and a blood-red light flashed on the Forbidden God Whip and hit him again.

Ren and Feng refused to die, gathered their dying energy and fought again.

Mo Tiange quietly fell down. Seeing that all the low-level monks around him had retreated, he breathed a sigh of relief and signaled to Wei Haolan, and the two of them also retreated a little.

They knew the cultivation of the two elders. They were already at the peak of the Jindan stage, and the death aura on Ren and Feng was obviously stronger than twenty years ago. This battle can be said to be the most intense battle under the Nascent Soul stage, and it is no longer possible for cultivators of their level to intervene. Even they couldn't even see how the two sides fought. Only the death aura and red light were entangled, and the spiritual aura fluctuations were terrifying.

Mo Tiange couldn't help but remember the scene of Master Zhenyang and Master Songfeng at the ceremony of Uncle Xuanyin's infant creation. Although the momentum was not as strong as possible, the intensity was much greater than that. After all, the Nascent Soul cultivators cherished their lives, but today, they fought with their lives!

"Look!" Wei Haolan pointed at the three people in the air. The red light was soaring and wrapped all the black gas.

Mo Tiange looked at her and was delighted.

However, the black gas slowly spread over and almost overwhelmed the red light.

This battle has been stalemate, and Mo Tiange and Wei Haolan are frightened.

What if they lose? They don’t dare to think about such consequences. If they lose... the two elders’ churches are dead, and Bixuan Pavilion cannot be rebuilt, and then they will go through another bloodbath...

Thinking of this, Mo Tiange looked down at her hands. The dead energy on her body had been dissolved, so if the situation was wrong, she could completely escape from the Xutian Realm. However, she was in trouble together and had been together for twenty years. Seeing that the two elders had sacrificed their lives, she didn't want this ending.

"Elder!" Wei Haolan suddenly shouted.

Mo Tiange looked up and saw that the black air in the sky was getting stronger and stronger, and he felt nervous and prepared at the same time. If... if the two elders really lost, she would take Wei Haolan into the Xutian Realm to avoid it for a while!

But just when the red light was compressed so that there was almost no place to live, it suddenly exploded. At the same time, Elder Qingyi stopped shouting: "Die!"

The red light was like blood, and it sprinkled over and suddenly exploded the black gas.

"Ah!" Ren and Feng screamed, unable to control the black air in their bodies, slowly fading away like ink dissolved into water.

"Puff puff puff!" Three people fell one after another in the air.

The momentum dissipates, the spiritual energy gradually disappears, and no longer has the pressure of a monk at the peak of the Killing Pill.

Mo Tiange and Wei Haolan watched for a while, but the three of them were still moving. They finally couldn't help but run over.

"Elder! Elder!" Wei Haolan rushed over.

The gauze hat rolled off, and the dry face had no luster, and it was like a dead old tree, rough and dull.

Elder Qingyi opened his eyes with difficulty and looked in the direction of Ren and Feng. Seeing that the black air in his body dissipated and motionless, he showed an expression that seemed to be smiling. He glanced at Elder Qingmiao, who said nothing at the same time, and closed his eyes with a smile.

"Elder!" Wei Haolan shouted loudly with grief in his eyes.

Mo Tiange looked at it, pressed her shoulder, and shook his head at her. The two elders were no longer saved.

How could Wei Haolan not know? It was just hard to accept it.

Seeing her like this, Mo Tiange knew that she needed time to accept it, so he stepped back and walked to Ren Yufeng. Before meeting Ren Yufeng, she never thought that she would be suppressed by a character and had almost no way out. A monk who had no background or even no talent actually took her twenty years and had no way out.

You can't underestimate anyone. In this world of immortal cultivation full of variables, the Qi-refining cultivator you may not look down on will be much stronger than you in the future.

She sighed, picked out Ren Yufeng's Qiankun bag, then threw out a fire-type talisman, burning Ren Yufeng's body completely. She looked up and looked at the dead aura that had not yet dissipated, and frowned. These dead auras could not be dissipated for a while. It seemed that this place would take a long time before others could step into the foot.

Xia Qing and Tang Shen ran over and saw the bodies of the two elders. They were stunned and kneeled down with a "splash": "Elder..."

Wei Haolan stood up and calmly wiped away the tears from his face: "The elder has done everything they want to do, and it's our turn next."

"Senior sister..."

"Junior Sister Xia, you took the elder's body and sent it to the Dedao Tower. Junior Brother Tang, whether it is a disciple of Bixuan Pavilion or not, let everyone gather at the mountain gate."

"...Yes." Xia Qing and Tang Shen stood up and did as she told them.

"Elder Mo." Wei Haolan looked at Mo Tiange, "The two elders have passed away. Now you are the only elders in my Bixuan Pavilion. Please join me to comfort your disciples."

“…Okay, I should obey my order.”

Tang Shen moved quickly. All the monks in Bixuan Pavilion had arrived at the mountain gate within a incense stick. Some cheered and some were worried.

The cheering was the disciples of Yuan Bixuan Pavilion. They suffered a lot of torture in the past twenty years and finally waited for this day. What was worried was the casual cultivators who were taken in by Ren Yufeng. They were almost all male cultivators. Although they were not bullied, they had no day to stand out. The Bixuan Pavilion was destroyed. They were still happy at first, but later they discovered that it was not so beautiful to have a sect.

Wei Haolan's face was condensed and flew in the air. He looked down at the dense cultivators below and said, "Dear disciples, my Bixuan Pavilion has experienced disasters. Finally, the two elders Qingyi and Qingmiao lost their lives and wiped out their enemies! Starting today, Bixuan Pavilion will be re-established and you will return to the sect."

Before she could finish her words, the disciples of Bixuan Pavilion below were already cheering. They had been waiting for this day for too long!

Wei Haolan raised his hand and stopped their voices: "In addition, as the head of Bixuan Pavilion, I hereby announce that Bixuan Pavilion will no longer be a female cultivator sect. Whether male or female, after trial, they can become formal disciples!"

This news caused an uproar among the people in the field. All the male cultivators who were not disciples of Bixuan Pavilion were staring at Wei Haolan.

Among them, there was a female cultivator in the foundation-building of Yuan Bixuan Pavilion and called out: "Senior Sister, the leader!"

Wei Haolan just glanced over them lightly: "This is the will of the two elders." He turned to the others, "If you are not my disciples of Bixuan Pavilion, as long as there is no oppression, you will not blame them! Two days later, Bixuan Pavilion held a reconstruction ceremony, and at the same time, recruit new disciples to get started!"

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