The Xuantian Dao Sect's offensive was very fierce, but within a few minutes, a large number of disciples died in their hands.

Among them, even some elders and law protectors who were later promoted also died in the sect.

In this battle, the Heavenly Emperor Sect suffered heavy losses, but in the Xuantian Dao Sect, very few people died. Their strength was much stronger than that of the Heavenly Emperor Sect, and they completely showed a tendency of crushing.

Elder Wu is driving the celestial secret array and is fighting the white-robed old man in the sky.

At the beginning, Wu Lao was completely suppressed. If it were not for the protection of the secret array, it is estimated that he would have died in the hands of the white robe old man.

Compared with the old monster who has lived for countless years like the white-robed old man, Wu's qualifications are still too shallow, and his background is not long enough to compete with him at all.

Mr. Wu is proud enough to be able to hold on for such a long time.

Didn't see Mr. Cang being anxious on the sidelines, but didn't he even have a chance to shoot?

"Is this the secret array of Ming Dong Tianxuan? It's really unpredictable." The white-robed old man stopped the offensive. He greedily watched the formation behind Wu old, and then said to himself.

The white-robed old man felt that Mr. Wu was simply a violent heavenly creature. If he were to control the celestial secret array by himself, he would definitely be able to compete with the ranks, with the cultivation of the heavenly generals, and confront the powerhouses at the heavenly level.

Baipao Laozi's formation skills are much stronger than Wu Lao. After all, the era in which he survived is different from the present, and many inheritances have not been lost.

The corners of Wu's mouth were constantly oozing blood, his breath was disordered, his injuries were very serious, and one arm fell weakly.

"Cough..." Old Wu coughed heavily, and traces of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. In the confrontation just now, he had suffered internal injuries.

"Give up resistance, if you continue to overdraft yourself, you won't live long." With a faint smile on the corner of the white-robed old man's mouth, he said to Wu Lao.

The white-robed old man had a rare sense of cherishing his talents. He felt that with Mr. Wu's talent, it would be a pity to stay in this Heavenly Emperor Sect. If he joined the Xuantian Taoist Sect, his future would be boundless.

"Although I am not a good person, Wu De, I definitely can't do treachery." Wu Lao snorted. After experiencing Wu Tian's betrayal, he hated this kind of thing, so he directly replied.

"If you are willing to surrender to Xuantian Taoist Sect, this seat may consider making an exception to accept you as a disciple, let you be my closed disciple, and teach you the real formation avenue." The white-robed old man stroked his beard with one hand and carried it with the other. Behind him, he held his chin slightly high, and then said something arrogantly.

Wu Lao's talent for formation is absolutely the only thing seen in the life of a white-robed old man. He can comprehend the way of formation to this point at the age of thousands of years, which shocked the white-robed old man.

If Mr. Wu is given a few more centuries, he might be able to surpass himself and become the strongest master of formation on the Profound Sky Continent!

"Are you worthy?" Old Wu slowly raised his head, his white hair fluttering in the wind, his breath began to swell violently.

The great array of heavenly secrets slowly flowed into his body and began to frantically stimulate the potential in his body.

"Are you planning to work hard with me? Is this Heavenly Emperor Sect worthy of you?" The white-robed old man sighed softly, and then said aloud with great regret.

It's a pity that a good formation seedling is about to be destroyed in his own hands.

However, this kind of thought was quickly removed from his mind by the old man. He could pay any price for the Xuantian Dao Sect, so he planned to kill Mr. Wu with his own hands to get rid of this hidden danger.

Incomparably terrifying power erupted from the white-robed old man, and that breath was very terrifying, making the world and the earth slightly discolored.

"Taixu Purgatory!" The white-robed old man let out a soft cry. A series of illusory ripples gushed out of his body, and then directly covered the entire Heavenly Emperor Sect.

Countless disciples knelt to the ground with a thud. They couldn't bear this terrifying pressure, and their faces were pale and terrifying.

Behind the white-robed old man, an illusory world slowly emerged.

It was a tall building with thirteen floors, and there was a rich light inside. The aura on each tall building was very mysterious, as if it contained all the mysteries of this world.

Taixu Purgatory is one of the secret methods of the Xuantian Taoist School, which can condense the phantom of the Xuantian Tower, exerting a terrifying power far beyond its own realm.

Although the Heavenly Mystery Array is powerful, Wu Lao is not able to master it. Compared with the Taixu Purgatory used by the white-robed old man, it is only between the first and second.

However, the strength of the white-robed old man was much stronger than that of Old Wu, as if he did not exist at the same level.

Under the blessing of Taixu Purgatory, the white-robed old man feels that he has vaguely touched the threshold of the realm of the king of heaven, which makes him confident and feels that he is invincible at the same level!

In the end, the treasure mirror in the hands of the white-robed old man directly emitted a terrifying and dazzling illusory light, directly bombarding Mr. Wu's lower abdomen at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

"boom!"

Elder Wu's body suddenly flew backwards, a huge impulse also appeared in the position of his dantian, and the spiritual power accumulated in his body was also rapidly lost.

With Elder Wu's current strength, even if his dantian is broken, his cultivation will not be lost, but within a short period of time, there is no way to continue fighting.

"Old Wu!" After seeing this scene, Mr. Cang subconsciously exclaimed, and then hurriedly dragged his seriously injured body to the side of Mr. Wu to check his injuries.

"Cough cough... It's a pity that I still can't keep the Heavenly Emperor Sect after all. I am ashamed of the Sect Master, and ashamed of that stinky boy Chu Yun!" Old Wu coughed heavily, and there were blood stains in his saliva, which stained him red. White beard.

In Old Wu's mind, a figure of Chu Yun in a white robe appeared. He sighed softly, but he had already exhausted all his strength.

In fact, in Wu Lao's heart, Chu Yun is his most optimistic successor.

It's just that Chu Yun has a better destination. He has joined Chen Xi's door, and Wu Lao can only dispel his original plan.

Although Lao Wu felt sorry for this, he was also happy for Chu Yun.

He felt that under Chen Xi's teaching, Chu Yun would definitely be much better than his own bad old man.

"Sect Master, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for you to come back..." Old Wu slowly closed his eyes, and Chen Xi's upright figure slowly emerged.

"Give me to die!" The white-robed old man saw that Mr. Wu had lost his ability to resist, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and then he directly raised the precious mirror in his hand.