Chapter 134: Heart as Solid as a Rock

Huaichun looked at the calm white mist and said anxiously: "Brother, open the formation quickly."

The white mist was still calm and did not react.

Xia Wufeng dodged the last wave of talismans and found that Huaichun was no longer there, and his anger was even more intense.

A disciple pointed to the edge of the formation and reminded: "They are there."

Xia Wufeng looked gloomy and said to the elders and one or two hundred foundation-building disciples behind him: "Chase, avenge the dead fellow disciples."

After that, he took the lead and flew towards Lin Mu and the other two.

Lin Mu looked at the more than two hundred cultivators flying over, and his heart was also frightened.

"Master Brother, let us in quickly, otherwise it will be too late." Lin Mu shouted anxiously.

The white mist was still calm and did not move.

Ning Ye sneered: "Stop shouting, we've fallen into a trap. Qian Fuzi won't let us in. I've already guessed his intention, but I didn't expect that he didn't care about the feelings of fellow disciples at all and really wanted to kill me. It's a pity that you two will die with me."

Lin Mu hurriedly asked: "Why is this?"

"We killed so many people at once, he should have taken us in quickly to fight against the Blue Sea Sword Sect together." Lin Mu said.

Huaichun said bitterly: "Why did the leader let you die?"

Ning Ye sneered, but did not answer. Looking at the people from the Blue Sea Sword Sect who were getting closer and closer, he said: "Let's escape separately, and whoever can survive is a survivor."

After that, he flew forward on his sword.

More than 200 cultivators formed a fan shape and surrounded the three people.

Lin Mu and Huaichun looked at each other, and a touch of desolation flashed in their eyes.

Huaichun cursed: "Fuck him, there are no good people in this world, even I dare to play tricks."

Although he cursed, his hands did not stop. He stretched out his hand and took out another talisman, held it in his hand, and urged his spiritual power. A yellowish light flashed on his body.

"I'm leaving first, brother, take care of yourself." Huaichun said this to Lin Mu hurriedly, and then he drilled into the ground and disappeared immediately.

Lin Mu also did the same, took out a "Escape Talisman" and drilled into the ground.

Xia Wufeng's face was cold, seeing that two of the three people used earth escape to escape. The remaining one flew on a sword at an incredibly fast speed, trying to break through the siege from the side and leave.

Xia Wufeng snorted coldly: "Want to run? Not that easy!"

"Blast them out of the ground!" Xia Wufeng ordered.

A dozen Spiritual Silence cultivators and two hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators had been waiting for battle. When they heard the master's order, they all summoned their flying swords, with sword energy running wild and brilliant light flashing.

Swish! Swish! Chi!

Hundreds of flying swords pierced deep into the ground, dust and smoke rose, and the ground was in a mess.

The ground was full of sword holes, some of which were more than five feet deep.

Huaichun suddenly emerged from the ground with a low-grade flying sword stuck in his back and blood all over his body.

Immediately, more than fifty Foundation Establishment cultivators came forward and surrounded him.

Xia Wufeng led three Spiritual Silence elders to block Ning Ye's way and surrounded him in the middle.

The remaining nine Spiritual Silence elders and more than one hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators were still searching for Lin Mu's whereabouts, and their flying swords kept piercing the ground, trying to force him out.

But what made these people feel strange was that each of them had stabbed more than three times, but they did not stab Lin Mu, nor did they force him out.

You know, it is not as easy to dodge underground as in the air. If you are not careful, you will be pierced by the flying sword above your head.

Several elders in the Spiritual Silence Stage looked a little anxious.

If Lin Mu escaped in front of everyone, how would they explain to the head and the dead disciples?

Several people hurriedly released their spiritual consciousness and explored underground.

In "Tianyan Formation".

The six elders looked at Qian Fuzi together.

When Lin Mu and Huaichun called for help just now, they wanted to open the formation immediately and let the three people in.

The three people fought outside and caused great damage to the Blue Sea Sword Sect. Several elders and more than a hundred foundation-building disciples were all extremely excited and jubilant.

Just when several people input spiritual power into the formation and wanted to let the three people in.

But they suddenly found that Qian Fuzi, who controlled the main formation, was indifferent.

Elder Hengle hurriedly said: "Brother, hurry up."

Qian Fuzi's face was as white as water, looking at the three people outside the formation without saying a word.

The scene was a little quiet for a while, and it was terribly quiet.

Elder Hengle was shocked. Qian Fuzi didn't pay any attention to his words at all.

What did he want to do? Was he going to watch his fellow disciples being killed?

Elder Hengle felt puzzled. Qian Fuzi usually did things reasonably. What happened today?

He shouted again: "Brother, hurry up."

Qian Fuzi finally responded this time. He glanced at him and gave him a bone-chilling look.

Still didn't say a word, and didn't drive the formation. Just stood there quietly, looking at the scene outside the formation calmly.

Hengle felt cold in his heart, and was frightened. He felt that Qian Fuzi had suddenly become so terrible.

What Heng Le feared was not the cold eyes, but Qian Fuzi's scheming and calculations.

Of the three people outside the formation, Huaichun and Lin Mu had never offended Qian Fuzi. Although Huaichun was careless, he had always been loyal to the sect; Lin Mu was a guest elder invited by Qian Fuzi at a great cost.

Qian Fuzi had no reason to let these two people die.

Heng Le immediately thought of Ning Ye, the genius sword cultivator in the sect.

In the Ling Fu Sect, although Ning Ye was not a talisman cultivator. But in terms of qualifications, Ning Ye was definitely the best.

Among the nine Lingji period cultivators, Ning Ye was the one who had the most hope of forming a golden elixir.

As long as Ning Ye formed a golden elixir, the Ling Fu Sect would not be far from rising.

Heng Le had always been excited about this before, but when he saw Qian Fuzi's cold eyes today, his heart suddenly chilled.

He had always overlooked one point. Ning Ye's formation of a golden elixir was a good thing for the sect, but it was not the case for Qian Fuzi.

After Ning Ye became a golden elixir, if he wanted to carry forward the Lingfu Sect, he would definitely take away Qian Fuzi's position as the leader.

Ning Ye had always been extremely cold to Qian Fuzi, and the two of them were not in harmony.

It was just that because they were from the same sect, the conflict between the two did not provoke, and they each endured it.

Qian Fuzi's move must be to take this opportunity to get rid of Ning Ye and eliminate future troubles!

Heng Le felt even colder when he thought of this.

But he looked at Qian Fuzi and didn't say a word.

He looked at the other five elders, and they all kept silent, turned their heads and looked quietly outside the formation.

Outside the formation, dust and smoke filled the air.

More than a hundred flying swords kept stabbing into the ground, and the sword holes were densely packed.

But what annoyed the elders was that they tried their best but still couldn't force Lin Mu out.

This was hard for them to accept.

The elders were twenty feet away.

Fifty foundation-building cultivators surrounded Huaichun in the middle, and dozens of flying swords shot at Huaichun.

Huaichun had no time to speak at this moment, and kept throwing talismans with both hands.

However, the mid-level and high-level talismans on his body had long been used up when he trapped Xia Wufeng and the elders, and the remaining talismans were low-level talismans.

The power of low-level talismans is almost the same as that of low-level spells, and it can't cause much damage to foundation-building cultivators.

Especially the fifty foundation-building cultivators were scattered, and the talismans on Huaichun were quickly used up.

Huaichun threw out the last "Fire Bomb Talisman" and sat down on the ground.

He had used up all his strength, and the talismans on his body were used up. He had no power to fight back and could only let others slaughter him.

Of the fifty foundation-building cultivators, five lost their fighting power and were blown beyond recognition. The remaining forty-odd cultivators, seeing Huaichun sitting on the ground and giving up resistance, all looked happy, howling and controlling their flying swords, shooting at Huaichun, wanting to shoot him into a meat paste.

A voice suddenly stopped them: "Keep his life."

Dozens of flying swords immediately stopped in mid-air, and one medium-grade flying sword even reached Huaichun's heart.

An elder of the Blue Sea Sword Sect controlled Huaichun, imprisoned his cultivation, and asked the forty-odd cultivators to watch him.

The elder turned around and joined Xia Wufeng's ranks. The five spiritual solitude cultivators besieged Ning Ye together.

Ning Ye had long been stretched to the limit under the siege of Xia Wufeng and the four elders, and was just struggling to hold on at this moment.

His Jinwu Sword flying sword was extremely powerful and had great lethality, but he couldn't stand the large number of people from the Blue Sea Sword Sect. Five high-quality flying swords tightly entangled his Jinwu Sword.

The light of the Jinwu Sword was getting dimmer and dimmer, and it was about to be knocked to the ground.

Lin Mu was hiding in the Xuanyue Space at this moment, looking at the scene outside, and he was shocked and angry.

Qian Fuzi did this, clearly wanting to put the three people to death.

When he was building his foundation, he was still a little grateful to Qian Fuzi. At this moment, his gratitude was gone, and it had long gone with the sword light of the people from the Blue Sea Sword Sect.

What Lin Mu regretted most now was that he didn't bring his parents and Shitou into the Xuanyue Space, but left them in Wuyin Peak for meditation.

This whirlpool was too deep.

He mistakenly believed in Qian Fuzi. If his parents and Shitou had any mishaps, he would regret it too late.

Outside, Huaichun had been controlled by the people of the Blue Sea Sword Sect, and Ning Ye was just struggling. It was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

Lin Mu tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart. He wanted to go out and save Huaichun, but he felt powerless.

His strength was not enough to deal with so many cultivators. If he exposed the Xuanyue Pei, it would be even worse.

Huaichun might be saved, but Qian Fuzi could see the scene outside clearly in the formation.

If he threatened himself with his parents and Shitou and took the Xuanyue Pei, he would be powerless.

At this moment, he could only watch Huaichun being captured and Ning Ye being defeated.

Everything was destined, and everything was in Qian Fuzi's control.

An elder of the Blue Sea Sword Sect brought Huaichun to the front of the Tianyan Formation and shouted loudly: "Qian Fuzi, open the formation quickly. Otherwise, Elder Huaichun will die under my sword, and Elder Ningye will not be an exception."

There was silence in the formation, Qian Fuzi was indifferent, and the white fog was calm.

The elder of Lanhai Sword Gate grinned and said, "I'll see how long you can hide. If you don't open the formation, I will torture the elders of your sect until you open it."

Huaichun's spiritual power was imprisoned, and at this moment he was no different from a mortal, at the mercy of others.

The elder of Lanhai Sword Gate summoned a flying sword and cut off Huaichun's left arm with one sword.

Huaichun screamed and rolled on the ground, blood was flowing, and the blood on the ground was blurred.

The white fog was calm, without any movement.

The elder of Lanhai Sword Gate grinned, and with another sword, Huaichun's right arm disappeared.

The white fog still did not move.

Lin Mu was in the Xuanyue space, clenching his fists, his nails deeply sunk into the flesh, blood gushing out, and he felt nothing.

His eyes were red, and he had already burst into tears.

Huaichun's arms were cut off, and he was in excruciating pain. He could no longer bear it, and gritted his teeth and said, "I hate it, hate it! Hate it! Hate it!"

After saying that, he fell to the ground, and a stream of blood flowed from his mouth.

He had bitten his tongue to commit suicide.

The white fog was still as calm as before, without any reaction.