As long as the Supreme Elder dies, the strong men from the four major families will descend on Kunshan.

Time passed by bit by bit, and in a blink of an eye, more than two months had passed. The main force of the four major families still recovered the Supreme Elder of the Baolong clan in the Tianlong Realm. Now, the Taihao Sect has more than 4,000 cultivators in the Void Dan Realm. These Taihao Sect members have all swallowed a piece of weapon spirit, and their strength has reached the peak level of the Void Dan Realm.

There are still a thousand people, and they have a divine character, and their combat power is not inferior to that of the Jindan realm cultivator.

The most terrifying place. Over the past two months, more than 4,000 Taihao sect members have experienced countless battles. They have constantly challenged their limits in the holographic world and fell dozens or hundreds of times every day, which has each of them possessed extremely terrifying practical combat capabilities.

You should know that a monk may not fight with others once after practicing for a hundred years. After all, the spiritual energy of a monk is too precious, and there is no time to cultivate immortals. If you go into seclusion at any time, it may take several years to go through.

At this moment, it is already a storm.

"Master, the elders of the Eight Tribes are visiting." At the beginning of the morning, Fan Qiao hurried into Mu Feng's lounge and bowed his hand and said.

"Mo You?" Mu Feng slowly opened his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Please come in, it seems that there is a result in the Tianlong Realm."

"Yes!" Fan Qiao bowed again and slowly left the room.

Now Fan Qiao didn't even dare to breathe in front of Mu Feng. He felt vaguely that his master's realm had reached a point where he could look up to him. Mu Feng could not feel any breath of a monk, but the oppression from the soul made Fan Qiao, who was at the sixth level of the Golden Elixir Realm, dared not even breathe in.

After a while, Mo You quickly walked into the lounge. He knelt on one knee and bowed: "The Eight Tribes Mo You, pay homage to the Master Mu."

"Elder Mo You are welcome, take your seat." Mu Feng raised his hand gently.

"Thank you, Master Mu." Mo Youke sat politely on the chair beside Mu Feng, his fear and fear were beyond words.

"The reason Elder Mo You came here this time, probably because the matter in the Tianlong Realm has come to an end." Mu Feng said in a confident tone.

"It seems that there is news from the Master Mu Sect." Mo You frowned and said, "I came here this time and did take the order of my master, Master Mo Jia. My master said that Gulan has been captured."

In just five words, Mu Feng's expression slightly moved, the realm of Gulan

, at least reached the sixth level of the Purple Mansion Mirror, and her powerful magic weapon made her combat power not weaker than the peak of the Purple Mansion Mirror. However, even such existences were captured by Zhu Tianchen and others. It is obvious that in the past two months, Zhu Tianchen and the other four were already able to use magic weapons skillfully.

This shows that the strength of the four people is no longer comparable to that of more than two months ago.

"Are they coming?" Mu Feng asked again.

"Yes, my master sent me here to persuade the leader of Sect Mu to avoid the edge for the time being and lead the crowd to the headquarters of our eight tribes." Mo You bowed and said, "We eight tribes have the magic weapon Dizang Huanlin Se passed down from ancient times. As long as it is opened, it can produce infinite illusions. No matter how strong the Confucian sects are, it is impossible to eliminate the illusions in a short time."

"After a few decades, with the talent of Master Mu, I will definitely not be afraid of these four major sects anymore." After Mo You said, he looked at Mu Feng with anticipation.

Mu Feng looked at Mo You and smiled and said, "You go back and say it, and I will take over Elder Mo Jia's intentions."

"Master Mu, are you planning to start a war with the four major sects?" Mo You was shocked. In his heart, if Mu Feng fought back, it would be like a mantis arm to get into a chariot.

Mu Feng stood up and said slowly, "If you can come to my place, I will always give you something."

He looked at Mo You and said, "I'll give you some insights."

"The road to cultivating immortals is to fight for life with heaven and earth. You must have a fearless heart on this road. Only in this way can the road be smooth, and there will be no too many inner demons when ascending. If you hide when encountering something, you will have inner demons and endless troubles."

Mu Feng's words completely changed Mo You's eyes, and he murmured: "Fearless?"

"You go back." Mu Feng waved his hand.

"Thank you, Master Mu." Mo You looked at Mu Feng with gratitude, knelt down and bowed again, and this time he left the room.

"What should be come will always come." Mu Feng looked at his palm, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Since you are here, then use blood to summon those tall and high ancient immortals."

"Boom!" A terrifying aura suddenly surged out of Mu Feng's body, instantly covering a range of ten kilometers. Feeling Mu Feng's breath, the Taihao disciples who had already sharpened their swords immediately set up the Tiangang Beidou Formation with 36 people and 72 people as the core according to the previous deployment.

For a moment, the sky above Kunshan shone with colorful lights, and the sword energy soared into the sky.

If you want to fight, I will fight!

Kunshan's murderous aura and fighting spirit moved Mo You, who was not far away, now he finally understood why the eight tribes and the Jiuzhou Realm have been standing still for thousands of years. What they lack is this fearless determination.

At this time, in the Tianlong Realm, Zhu Tianchen and the other four worked together to trap Gulan into a desperate situation evolved from magic weapons, and then divided another wisp of magic weapons to suppress the soul, which was finally relieved.

"Everyone, this Gulan seals itself into the magic weapon. We can only deal with it like this for the time being. When we are fully familiar with our magic weapon, we will work together to break this dragon talisman and kill Gulan to death." Meng Qu, the Confucian ancestor, spoke.

"Well, this is the only way." Zhu Tianchen nodded and said, "You have to worry about it these days, observe for a few days to prevent Gulan from escaping again. I have something else to do."

"Are you planning to go to Taihao Sect?" Meng Qu asked.

Zhu Tianchen said coldly: "That's right, Mu Feng dares to kill my relatives, how can I forgive him? I want to let Taihao Sect corpses be everywhere to relieve my anger!"

"I heard that Mu Feng is not weak, and he should be no less than a powerful person. Don't be careless. Otherwise, I'll accompany you for a while." Chen Linglong, the ancestor of the military strategist, said.

Zhu Tianchen sneered: "Brother Chen, do you look down on me? I can't deal with a small sect that doesn't even have a powerful person? My Fa family has nine high-level Jindan realm monks and thousands of Void realm monks. Do you think the Taihao sect can compete with us?"

"I think Brother Zhu is right. This Taihao Sect is just a newly established small sect. If we send two powerful people over there, wouldn't it be a joke for Mo Luo and others?"

"Okay, I'm too worried." Chen Linglong nodded slightly and said, "I'm mainly worried that Mo Luo and the others will interfere."

"Moluo and the others?" Zhu Tianchen laughed and said, "Now I have roughly mastered the Great Phoenix Seal. Even if Moluo Mojia joins hands, what are I afraid of? If they really dare to take action, I will take care of the two of them together."

"Then I'll wait for Brother Zhu to return to triumphantly." Chen Linglong felt that Zhu Tianchen was already a little unhappy, so he stopped saying more.
Chapter completed!