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Chapter 112 Someone breaks into the mountain gate

Lu Fengxian suddenly groaned, and the thunder brewing in the air stopped for a moment.

Yao Ran realized something was wrong, "Master Brother, what happened?"

Lu Fengxian opened his eyes and said, "Someone broke into my mountain gate!"

"What?!" Fairy Yaoran asked in surprise.

"The sect protection formation has been triggered..." Wan Ji rolled up his sleeves and said to his fellow apprentices, "I'll go check out what's going on. As long as I'm here, I won't let them in."

Fairy Yao Ran followed closely behind him and said firmly, "Brother, I will go too!"

Wan Ji thought for a moment and said, "Okay! Yao Ran will come with me."

The two of them turned into streams of light and flew towards the horizon.

Tianmu laughed up to the sky, "It's too late to realize it now. This is my great gift to you!"

Jing Wu said angrily: "It's really you! Xuantian Sect is the hard work of Master, and you dare to collude with outsiders and betray us!"

"What does the Xuantian Sect have to do with me? I want you to go to hell with me!!!"

Tianmu roared heartbreakingly.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning even stronger than the previous one fell from the sky, carrying with it the power to destroy the world, and headed straight for Tianmu.

The thunder was so fierce that it struck the man straight into the cracks of the rock.

Amid the deafening roar, Tianmu fell silent...

"Master Brother..." Jingwu looked at Lu Fengxian.

"He's not dead, but he's just hanging on for a breath. Let's stop the punishment for now. What's more important is to deal with those outsiders."

"Yes."

Lu Fengxian turned into a stream of light and flew in front of Tianmu. He waved his long sleeves and put the person into his sleeves.

Jing Wu made a hand gesture, and several rays of light flew out of his hands. At this time, the jade pendants on the elders' waists trembled.

The elders said in a deep voice: "Disciples, listen to my order! Someone has forced his way into our Xuantian Sect. Follow us to resist the enemy and capture him!"

"Yes!" A uniform voice echoed throughout the square.

The roaring sounds were so loud that it hurt people's eardrums. Wan Ji's body was as fast as lightning. He flew to the gate of the mountain and found that the people who came were actually five powerful men in the Nascent Soul stage.

The leader sat contentedly on the back of the golden-winged Roc, and the other four were guarding him.

Wan Ji's Qi sank into his Dantian, "Who are you? How dare you break into my sect!"

The leader gave a look to the person next to him, and that person nodded in understanding and flew forward.

"The Xuantian Sect is killing the people, and we are here to enforce justice." Wei Yi said this with such righteousness that one would have thought they were some kind of righteous light.

Wan Ji heard this and found it ridiculous. Their Xuantian Sect had been living in seclusion for a long time. These people didn't know how powerful they were. Even some cats and dogs came to join in the fun. They really didn't know what they were talking about! Let's see how he beats them into balls today!

Wan Ji raised his hand slightly, and in an instant the wind stopped, the clouds ceased, and all sounds ceased.

The man sitting on the golden-winged bird put away his playful look. This man did have some strength.

Too bad, he's alone.

The man flicked his wrist twice, and Wei Yi rushed forward like an arrow.

The moment he approached Wan Ji, he showed a determined smile, but the next moment his pupils contracted violently, and his head seemed to be hit hard by something heavy, and even his consciousness became blurred.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wei Yi fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

Wan Ji's lips curled slightly, and his narrowed eyes curved up, "You are so vulnerable..."

"you!"

It was only at this moment that Wei Ziqi and others realized that they had run into a tough opponent.

He stood up and clapped his hands together, "As expected of the leader of the Immortal Sect - Venerable Wanji, his first move is so powerful. What a pity..."

He paused, his tone full of excitement, "This young master's favorite thing is to destroy these strong men!"

"Wei Er, Wei San, Wei Si, all of you come together."

Wei Er and others received the order and learned from Wei Yi's lesson. They did not approach Wan Ji closely. The three of them just surrounded him and performed their own magic.

Suddenly, tigers ran and phoenixes roared, and the violent spiritual power storm trapped Wan Ji in the middle. There were shadows of snakes, phoenixes, and tigers biting Wan Ji from three directions.

Under the shadow of the beast that materialized its spiritual power, the little old man Wan Ji looked like a blade of grass that could be crushed to pieces at any time.

And Wan Ji just stood there calmly.

Wei Ziqi snorted disdainfully, "If you don't know your own limits, you will bring about your own destruction."

In his eyes, doing nothing and staying silent is tantamount to suicide.

Wan Ji closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his dark pupils were fully exposed. The spiritual power in his body surged, just like a flood that broke through a dam, violently sweeping away the beast shadows, and in an instant the three were blown away.

Wei Ziqi's face changed drastically. How could it be possible? He was just a Nascent Soul. Even if he had reached the Great Perfection realm, he couldn't have such strength!

Could it be that he has concealed his own cultivation level? Is he actually a powerful god-transforming expert?

In a flash, Wan Ji came in front of him.

The giant golden-winged bird let out a shrill and fierce cry, but Wan Ji simply pressed his palm gently on the bird's head, and it dared not cry anymore.

"You...you are not a Nascent Soul cultivator!" Wei Ziqi stepped back in fear.

Wan Ji's eyes, which were usually narrowed, were now completely open. When his dark eyeballs stared straight at people, he exuded a sense of oppression and mystery that was hard to fathom.

Invisible chains entangled Wei Ziqi and bound him.

Wan Ji squeezed his chin and said, "Old man, I hate people like you who take advantage of others' misfortunes. Tell me, should I just break your neck or throw you into the mountains to feed the pigs?"

"You dare!" Wei Ziqi glared at him.

Wan Ji exerted force with his hand and Wei Ziqi's jaw was dislocated, and he could no longer utter a complete sentence.

"Let go of the young master!!!" Four people rushed out from below. They were Wei Yiersansi who had been knocked away before.

They were eager to rescue their young master and used all their best skills.

A melodious flute sound floated in, like the melody of the wind.

Wei Yi and the others' eyes began to blur...

Wei Yi shook his head violently, "Don't listen to the flute!" He tried to block his hearing to achieve his goal, but...

"Oh no, this flute sound is transmitted in the spiritual consciousness!"

So Wei's output was forcibly interrupted before his ultimate skills could be charged up.

The four of them fell headfirst from the sky again.

Wan Ji sighed and said, "That's good about being young. If you want to jump off a building, just do it."

There was a movement of wind in the air, and a graceful figure appeared. It was the fairy Yao Ran.

She held the flute in her bare hands, her sleeves fluttering, and she looked beautiful and powerful.

"Yao Ran, your Soul Reaper is getting better and better." Wan Ji raised his eyebrows and praised.

Fairy Yao Ran pursed her lips and smiled, "How can I compare to Senior Brother."

"Okay, okay, let's stop bragging about each other. We're all great." Wan Ji picked up Wei Ziqi in his hand and asked, "What should we do with this guy? Steam him or braise him?"

Fairy Yao Ran looked at the fear in Wei Ziqi's eyes, paused, then smiled and said, "Otherwise, let's just live our lives."

Wei Ziqi took a deep breath, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.