The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river.

The talismans and defensive weapons of Huo Xiaoyan and the other three people were all ready, and they were about to bombard Master Chiyang in front of them. However, they did not expect that Master Chiyang would come again at this critical moment. This made They were in a panic.

Naturally, Gan Weiwei and the others would not miss this rare opportunity. The power of the Liuhe Sword Formation surged again, and the sword light covered the four people's heads.

In an instant, dozens of wounds appeared on the bodies of the four members of the Yunlan Sect, and blood flowed out. The surrounding space for them to move around had been compressed to only five feet.

"Senior Brother Chiyang, what the hell are you doing!" In shock and anger, Chen Qinan stopped caring about the sound transmission and directly cursed.

Master Chiyang remained silent, as if he had a guilty conscience, and just smashed the black and red short stick against the incoming sword light. In fact, he was secretly listening to the voice transmission from above:

"Friend Chiyang, I can help you break the formation, but what benefits can you give me?"

"As long as you can help us break the formation, you can make whatever conditions you want." Master Chiyang, who was eager to break the formation, knew that now was not the time to bargain, so he immediately agreed.

"Very good, first of all I want you to promise to give me this slut Gan Weiwei, and I will ride her every day!" Wu Xuepeng's voice was full of resentment.

"no problem!"

"In addition, you have to promise to devote all the strength of the sect to help me reach the middle stage of pill formation!"

"No problem, fellow Taoist, take action quickly, I won't be able to hold on much longer." Master Chiyang felt that his magic power was rapidly declining. The time to know the secret technique was coming soon, and he was extremely anxious.

Wu Xuepeng's requirements were all met, which made him very excited.

When he felt the terrifying power of the Liuhe Sword Formation for the first time, he understood that as long as the Yunlan Sect and the others fell into the sword formation, there would be absolutely no bargain. Once Chiyang and others were in trouble, this was what he bargained for. The best time.

In fact, he did seize the best opportunity and obtain the maximum benefit he could strive for.

"Fellow Taoist, please quickly knock me away to the sword formation. I will help fellow Taoist Chiyang break the formation." During the seemingly fierce battle, Wu Xuepeng secretly sent a message to Feng Chengye on the opposite side.

Feng Chengye, who was struggling with not knowing how to deal with the current situation, was immediately overjoyed. Without hesitation, he struck Wu Xuepeng hard with his sword in the air, knocking his defensive weapon directly away, and without losing any momentum, he struck Wu Xuepeng's head. On the body.

"Ah~"

Wu Xuepeng screamed, his clothes were torn, and his body fell from the sky like a boulder, landing squarely on the sword formation.

Faced with this sudden change, Tong Xi and the other four people who were watching from a distance were all shocked and did not make any response at all.

What happened next was beyond their imagination.

"Ah~"

"Wu Xuepeng!"

A shrill scream came along with Gan Weiwei's roar.

Blood splattered everywhere, and Raymond's abdomen was directly pierced by Wu Xuepeng's sword. His face was like gold paper, and his whole body was extremely weak.

"Hahahaha~Gan Weiwei, you slut are you here today?" Wu Xuepeng looked mad and happy at this time, loudly insulting Gan Weiwei.

"You...didn't you make an oath of heaven in front of me and swear not to betray Xuantian Sect?" Gan Weiwei didn't care at all about Wu Xuepeng's insults, but looked at him blankly, her eyes full of Confused.

"Haha~ You are really big-hearted and brainless. That is what Wu Xuepeng swore. What does it have to do with me, Wu Xuepeng?" Wu Xuepeng smiled even more proudly.

Next to him, Master Chiyang showed a trace of reluctance on his face, and then he opened his mouth and swallowed a pale golden pill. The remaining four people also took the elixir each and took the time to restore their mana and prepare for the next battle.

There were smiles in their eyes. With Wu Xuepeng defecting in battle, they now have a total of six monks in the Dan Formation Realm!

The most important thing is that with Raymond's injury, the Liuhe Sword Formation on the opposite side can no longer be used, and they will definitely win.

"You... your name is not Wu Xuepeng?" Gan Weiwei's face was pale, her teeth were biting her red lips, and she felt extremely regretful.

She looked at Zhan Nianchuan, who was concentrating on exploring Raymond's injury with a solemn expression, and a wry smile appeared on her face.

I am so stupid!

Zhan Nianchuan had painstakingly set up such a decisive situation, only to be destroyed by himself.

In this current situation, it is no longer possible to kill all the opponents. Even whether they can win is a big problem.

"Elder Lei is seriously injured. Even the golden elixir in his body has cracks. He is in urgent need of self-cultivation. It is impossible to fight with others again." Niu Wanhe's tone was extremely heavy.

Everyone in Xuantian Sect was silent.

Lei Meng was seriously injured, the Liuhe Sword Formation was broken, and all six people on the opposite side were present.

The situation is extremely dangerous.

"Nianchuan, why don't you let them go?" Gan Weiwei whispered, her eyes full of guilt, "It's all my fault..."

"It's not a matter of whether I let them go or not," Zhan Nianchuan's eyes flashed fiercely as he looked at the six people opposite him: "Once they recover, we will truly be dead."

Listening to Zhan Nianchuan's words, Gan Weiwei and others understood Zhan Nianchuan's intention.

He has no intention of letting go of these people in front of him, he wants a decisive battle!

Yes, the advantage now lies with Yunlan Sect. Once they recover, will they still have hope of survival?

"Brothers and sisters, today is the day when the Yunlan Sect will die!" Gan Weiwei opened her eyes wide, held the sword tightly in her hand, and let out a sharp roar.

She wants to fight, she wants to kill, she wants to cut off Wu Xuepeng's head with her own hands!

Suddenly, the blood of all the Xuantian Sect monks boiled.

Come on, let's fight!

What about Yunlan Sect? !

Master Chiyang's eyelids immediately twitched as he felt the Xuantian Sect's dejection at the sudden failure of their plan and their astonishing murderous and fighting intentions.

The backlash of the secret technique was extremely terrifying. His current combat strength was less than 20/30 of what it was in its heyday. What he urgently needed was recovery time, so he quickly stared at Zhan Nianchuan in the middle of the crowd and spoke in a deep voice:

"You are not the Holy Son of Taiqing Palace!"

I fully thought that I had exposed such a major secret of the other party, and that the other party would be shocked and uneasy and ask me how I knew all this.

However, he was surprised to find that the other party ignored him and had no intention of talking nonsense to him. He just said one word in an extremely cold manner:

"kill!"

What surprised him even more was that these pill-forming monks actually let out a roar as if they had heard the will of the Emperor of Heaven:

"kill!"

In an instant, five monks from the Xuantian Sect at the Core Formation Realm rushed towards the six monks from the Yunlan Sect who were sitting cross-legged and adjusting their breaths.