Cultivating immortals is a hard job

Until the end, it magically transformed into a human form.

To be more precise, it should be a bloody man!

The bloody man stretched his body and roared in the air, the sound shook the world, releasing an astonishing monstrous pressure.

At this moment, the entire mountain forest was shaken.

Immediately afterwards, the blood light gradually dissipated, and he slowly turned into an old man in white with an immortal air.

The old man has gray hair, a fairy spirit, and a touch of aura exuding from his whole body, which is obviously transformed by some kind of spiritual body.

Wang Boxhan seemed to have gone through an extremely hard time casting spells. His face was pale and his breath was extremely weak.

Despite this, he immediately knelt down in front of the bloody man.

"The Tianyun Sect is in great danger. The unscrupulous disciple Wang Boshan respectfully asks the Patriarch to come out and save lives!"

After saying these words, Wang Boxhan knelt on the ground motionless.

Everyone present looked at the scene in front of them in astonishment.

What's happening here?

Even the patriarch of the sect was alarmed!

Even Mo Xun couldn't help but be a little stunned.

It’s not that the old man in white looks so powerful. The key is that this kind of situation seems to have never happened before!

At the same time, a strong mana fluctuation suddenly came from the other side.

Before anyone could react, several figures suddenly flew out of thin air, as if they were thrown from a hidden space.

After taking a closer look, they turned out to be Gu Qingqing and the four of them!

In addition, there is Fairy Wei Qing.

The five people fell to the ground in a panic. They were all covered in blood and their breaths were disordered. It was obvious that they had suffered serious injuries.

After falling to the ground, they seemed to want to fight again, but they were all too exhausted to stand up.

Mo Xun deliberately went over to take a look, but at this time, the old man in white finally spoke.

"Tianyun Sect... um... I remembered it!"

Everyone's eyes focused on the old man again.

However, looking at the other person's appearance, he seemed to have just woken up from a long slumber, and his head was still a little unclear.

But soon, I understood what was going on.

A pair of sharp eyes immediately focused on the current situation and Wang Boxhan who was kneeling on the ground.

"Are you the current head of Tianyun Sect?"

The old man's voice was not loud, revealing the vicissitudes of life, but his tone was full of unquestionable majesty.

"That's right, disciple. If we were not in danger of annihilating our sect, I would never dare to disturb our ancestor. We hope that our ancestor will show his power and help us survive this disaster."

The remaining pill-forming and foundation-building monks of Tianyun Sect in the distance were all stunned at this moment.

This was the first time for them to see their ancestor appear in this form.

But then, everyone immediately woke up from their panic and fell to their knees in unison.

"Disciple has met the Patriarch!"

With waves of respectful shouts, the originally tense melee seemed to have turned into an ancestor recognition ceremony.

Under Wang Boshan's explanation, the Tianyun Sect's invasion became a one-sided battle to protect the sect.

Mo Xun, on the other hand, became the evil spirit who wanted to destroy Tianyun.

Mo Xun raised his eyebrows and wanted to interrupt to explain.

But in a second thought, he gave up this futile behavior.

Would a person who was awakened only at the expense of tens of thousands of disciples be able to reason with you?

No matter what the situation is now, I'm afraid the only thing we can do is fight to the death!

As soon as he thought of this, he was ready to strike first.

He didn't believe it. Even if a person who had been dead for who knows how many years was really resurrected, how strong would he still be?

Even the later great monks were not something he had never encountered before.

At the same time, the old man in white looked over with a cold gaze.

"You are the one who wants to destroy our Tianyun Sect?"

Mo Xun didn't say anything, but when he gathered his magic power, he was already ready to fight at any time.

The old man then snorted coldly and glared at Wang Boshan.

"This ineffective thing, a middle-stage Nascent Soul, was actually forced to wake me up by a child in the early stage, and even damaged a Nascent Soul. Since when did our Tianyun Sect become so unbearable? You are the best. As a disciple of Tianyun, not only have you failed to carry forward my legacy for thousands of years, but you have also almost suffered the disaster of annihilation. What use do you have?"

Upon hearing this reprimand, Wang Boxhan was immediately frightened and dared not speak.

None of the Tianyun Sect disciples even dared to raise their heads.

"Hmph! After I take care of that arrogant kid, I'll teach you losers a lesson."

While speaking, the old man rose into the air and came directly to Mo Xun.

But he didn't rush to take action, but just looked at it unscrupulously.

On Mo Xun's side, although he felt somewhat uneasy, it was not enough to say that he was afraid.

The old guy is probably just a piece of consciousness or soul left behind by Patriarch Tianyun. Through the so-called heavenly sacrifice, the energy and blood of more than ten thousand cultivators condensed into a physical body. His strength may be there, but it is definitely not too outrageous.

There are no gods in this world, and surviving to death is the level of the late Nascent Soul.

Even far less than this!

The old man nodded secretly.

"You have strong magic power and solid cultivation. You are very good, but it is a pity that you have to be enemies with incompetent juniors like me. I know that there may be something hidden in this, but it is no longer important. No matter what the reason, today must be Of course, when you die, if you feel that I am bullying the small, you can find some other helpers. If you can escape, it will be your fate. "

Mo Xun clenched the spear in his hand. Although he didn't know where the other party got such confidence from, he was extremely cautious in his heart.

He had suffered a great loss under that bloody big hand before!

Just as Mo Xun was about to speak, a crisp sword sound suddenly came from the air.

Then, a silver light flew out from the Wanjian that had stopped fighting, and came to Mo Xun's side in an instant.

It was the Yutian Sword!

The Yutian Sword was suspended in the air, and the sword body trembled.

Then a white light flashed, and a phantom floated out from it.

The phantom slowly condensed, and finally turned into a human figure, like a soul, standing on the floating sword body.

This person seemed to be real and unreal, also dressed in white, full of ethereal air.

Gu Yutian!

The moment this figure appeared, this name appeared in Mo Xun's mind.

Although he had never seen Gu Yutian himself, even when he was inherited in the secret realm of the God's Tomb, Gu Yutian had never shown his true appearance, but obviously, this was the only result.

I think this is the weapon spirit that has always been in the Yutian Sword.

Gu Yutian did not look at Mo Xun, but looked directly at the old man in white.

"If you want to fight, I will accompany you!"

The tone of this voice was still so mechanical and stereotyped.

But at this time, it gave people a feeling of contempt.

In fact, it is no wonder that Gu Yutian's qualifications are much older than Tianyun Patriarch. After all, he is a cultivator from the ancient times tens of thousands of years ago.

The old man in white frowned slightly, and seemed to see the extraordinary of the person in front of him.