Pagoda Immortality

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of spirit boats were lined up in the sky.

On the central spirit boats, the pressure of more than 40 powerful spirit masters swept down, causing countless people in Jinghong Square to panic instantly.

"Shadow Building!"

Seeing the black-robed young man standing on the spirit boat, the head teacher Fu Qingchuan's pupils shrank immediately, and he took out a jade talisman without hesitation and crushed it into pieces.

Suddenly, the ground in the square trembled, and an extremely large five-color light shield rose up, covering tens of thousands of inner and outer disciples.

Seeing this scene, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who gave these bastards the courage to run wild in our Jinghong Sword Sect?"

"Damn, you scared me so much that I almost forgot I was in the sect!"

"I am so ashamed too. With the mountain protection formation and the headmaster here, these rats will definitely not come back today!"

"That's right, we still have the Jinghong Sword Formation, why should we be afraid of him. What's more, there are more than 30,000 of us here, and they look like there are only 2,000 or 3,000!"

"I think these bastards are old and tired of living..."

"..."

As the mountain protection formation was activated, some of the Jinghong Sword Sect disciples who were almost scared to pee immediately regained their confidence, looking at Tang Fei and his party in the sky, and laughed continuously.

"Tang Fei! You are so brave. We didn't look for you, but you dared to come here. Don't you know how to write the word death!" Fu Qingchuan stood on the high platform, one hand behind his back, looking at the sky and shouting coldly.

On the left and right of Fu Qingchuan were the elders of the Jinghong Sword Sect and the Saint Fu Hongshan. Because of this mobilization, they all gathered here.

There were 28 powerful Divine Masters, and the lineup should not be underestimated.

"Die?"

Tang Fei glanced at the barrier below, "Master Mo, I leave it to you."

"Yes!"

A black-clothed woman next to him responded, and left the spirit boat in a flash, and came to the sky. With a wave of his hand, nine purple swords were lined up in front of him.

Then he pointed forward: "Go!"

As soon as the voice fell, the nine swords flashed with spiritual light, and flew one after another to the sky above the formation, hanging upside down in a circle.

Mo Jun shouted softly: "Big!"

Suddenly, the light of the sword rose, and with a buzz, it turned into a huge sword of dozens of feet in size.

"This..."

When everyone below saw this, their faces changed. Fu Qingchuan shouted: "Quick, protect the formation!"

"Yes!"

The rest of the elders flew out immediately and scattered in various corners of the square. They formed spells and made the mountain protection formation flash with spiritual light.

"You are overestimating yourself!"

Mo Jun smiled coldly and turned the spell in his hand: "Break!"

In an instant, nine giant swords rumbled and stabbed hard on the barrier, and there was a brief stalemate.

But as Mo Jun bit his fingertips to make a talisman in the air, he pointed at one of the swords in the air, and the purple light of the nine swords instantly became strong, pressing down hard!

Bang! ! !

Instantly, the formation exploded directly, and the nine giant swords fell down with a bang, stabbing hard on the inner gate square, and countless broken stones flew out, pressing on the surrounding Jinghong Sword Sect disciples like a flood.

Ah! ! !

No! ! !

Poof! ! !

Instantly, cries of grief were heard everywhere in the inner gate square. Some outer disciples with low cultivation did not even have a chance to react, and were smashed into a bloody mess by the rubble!

"Kill!"

Tang Fei's face darkened, and he took the lead and attacked Fu Qingchuan.

"Kill!"

The second elder Yan Hai shouted loudly and followed closely.

Two thousand Yuanying-level masters in the back left the spirit boat and swooped down.

Suddenly, roars were heard everywhere, and surging shock waves were everywhere. Those disciples of the Jinghong Sword Sect below the Yuanying level were like rootless duckweed, and were swept around by the residual power from time to time.

In such a battlefield, the low cultivation of many people became a burden. People below the Yuanying level had no chance to intervene except to avoid.

Even if some people entangled together to perform a combined sword formation, they could not hold on for a few breaths under the fierce power of the masters of the Yinying Building.

In just half a quarter of an hour, more than 70% of the disciples of the Jinghong Sword Sect, who were just full of vigor and waiting to show off their skills in the Night Demon Continent, were killed or injured.

Many people fled towards the outer gate, or were so scared that they knelt on the spot and begged for mercy. The whole square was filled with wailing.

The Holy Son Fu Hongshan had his arm cut off by a sword from a master of the Divine Level. He fled in fear, but ran into the Spirit Owl and was beheaded by a sword. His head fell down with eyes wide open, full of unwillingness and resentment.

He never figured out why these people in the Shadow Building hated the Jinghong Sword Sect so much until he died.

Could it be that it was because the Jinghong Sword Sect vowed to eliminate them?

"Ashan!!!"

Fu Qingchuan, who was fighting with Tang Fei, turned his head and saw his son's headless body falling to the ground. He opened his mouth wide and his mind was buzzing.

However, just as he was distracted, a dagger suddenly pierced his head from behind, and at the same time a cold voice sounded: "Being dazed during a battle is not a good habit, remember to be more careful in your next life."

Fu Qingchuan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out, and then with a bang, he fell heavily on the square.

Tang Fei looked at Fu Qingchuan expressionlessly, and his figure flashed and flew in another direction.

Half an hour later.

This battle of the few against the many, but the strong defeating the weak, finally ended with the last scream. None of the more than 30,000 inner and outer disciples of the Jinghong Sword Sect were spared.

The mountains collapsed, the palaces were gone, and there were incomplete corpses everywhere, and the blood dyed the land red.

Tang Fei's robe was stained with blood. He stood on the broken platform and looked at all this indifferently, without any joy or anger.

Several women felt slightly uncomfortable. Mo Jun frowned slightly and said angrily: "You promised me that you would not kill ordinary disciples."

Tang Fei tilted his head and glanced at Mo Jun: "Of course, if they don't insult me, I will spare their lives."

"You! Not everyone scolds you, why do you have to be so ruthless. You know, there are many good people here, and not all of them are so unbearable." Mo Jun glared at Tang Fei.

"I'm not a saint. I don't have a pair of eyes that can distinguish right from wrong. I can't tell who is a good person and who is a bad person at a glance. To me, they are on the wrong side, so they are bad people." Tang Fei said calmly.

"I misjudged you."

Mo Jun was so angry that he trembled, looking at Tang Fei's disappointment.

"You are not wrong, you just don't know me well enough. I don't like killing people, but there is a premise..." Tang Fei slowly raised his head and looked at the blue sky, with a flash of nostalgia in his eyes.

"What premise?"

"The premise is that no one can offend my master, otherwise, I will be very angry!"

"Master, Master! It's your master again, can't you live for yourself? Is he your father or your mother? I haven't seen how good he is to you! Do you know how much negative impact this inhumane news will have on you and the Shadow Building!" Mo Jun said angrily.