Immemorial War God

In his heart, he was on guard, but he quickly let it go. In front of this kind of expert, all of his defenses were useless, and the ancestor of Myriad Sword Sect had been here for so long without attacking him at all. She was definitely not here to kill him.    

"Hmph."    

The swordsman looked at the people from the Sixth Stage of the Earth Shattering Realm, then turned his head to look at Mo Feng.    

"You still haven't killed them? You have truly disappointed me."    

"Heh."    

Hearing this, Mo Feng couldn't help but laugh. What, as the Old Ancestor, do you still wish for him to kill all of your disciples?    

"Follow me back to the sect." The swordsman's expression suddenly changed as he spoke coldly.    

Mo Feng frowned, was he thinking the same as the Sixth Stage of the Earth Shattering Realm? They wanted him to join the Myriad Sword Sect, but was this the attitude they had towards him?    

"If you join my sect, any request can satisfy yours." The sword artist continued to speak, and when the Sixth Stage of the Earth Shattering Realm heard, he anxiously looked towards Mo Feng. This was a very good opportunity, the Old Ancestor had already personally come, if he did not agree, that would be too stupid.    

To Mo Feng, who had joined the Myriad Sword Sect, this was the best ending.    

As for what the Old Ancestor said just now, he did not care at all. He was very clear on the Old Ancestor's personality, and that was only normal.    

"Alright."    

Mo Feng hesitated for a moment, then nodded his head. He had no reason to reject, because he did not have the power to.    

"Let's go."    

The sword artist spoke these words like gold, he did not utter a single word from the start to end, and turned towards Myriad Sword Sect at a slow pace, in order to take care of Mo Feng and the others.    

Looking at the swordsman's back, Mo Feng felt a burst of helplessness as he flicked his fingers at the few people present and released the bindings on their bodies. Then, he followed the swordsman and flew towards Myriad Sword Sect.    

whoosh whoosh whoosh *    

After two hours or so, the group finally arrived at Myriad Sword Sect. The sect protecting great formation opened, and the sword artist directly entered, and Mo Feng also followed. The Sixth Stage of the Earth Shattering Realm and the rest followed in, and after entering the sect, they did not continue to follow, but went back to their own homes.    

"Sigh …"    

Someone looked at Mo Feng's back and shook his head with a sigh. The reason the Old Ancestor came was because he had informed the sect earlier, and in order to make the sect pay more attention to him, he had reported all of Mo Feng's matters to the sect leader. He did not expect that it would actually alarm the Old Ancestor.    

But there was nothing he could do, who asked Mo Feng to be so abnormal, this treatment was expected, people could not compare.    

"Swish, swish."    

Mo Feng followed the sword artist and flew towards the sect hall, but did not descend, and instead continued to fly, very quickly reaching the highest island in the Myriad Sword Sect. Above the island, there was no gigantic sword, only a gigantic sword in the sky, and this gigantic sword was also different from the other islands.    

In this place, if one did not rely on the strength of the formations, anyone below the late stage of geotextile would undoubtedly die. Even if it was the late stage of geotextile, wanting to survive in this place would be extremely difficult.    

"Hmph."    

The moment Mo Feng entered the island, he let out a stuffy groan. The berserk metal elemental energy continuously eroded him, and only after the formation energy protected him did he feel a little better.    

Mo Feng followed him but could only walk. Even with the protection of the formation, he was under a lot of pressure and was unable to fly.    

After entering the great hall, Mo Feng's footsteps paused, and he stared blankly at the dozens of people seated in the great hall.    

"Old Ancestor."    

Seeing the swordsman sitting down in front of him, the dozens of people who were cultivating stood up and cupped their fists respectfully.    

The swordsman's face did not change as he looked at Mo Feng and spoke coldly:    

"Mo Feng, these people are all people who have successfully passed the Sword Discourse Formation like you. They are all very talented, but you are even stronger. From now on, you are their senior brother, they will listen to your commands."    

"Eldest Brother!"    

Mo Feng frowned, and turned to look at the crowd. Everyone here had profound strength, at the third level of geotextile, those with high cultivation had even reached the peak of the geotextile!    

Furthermore, not a single person who wasn't a genius had a thirty percent chance of breaking through the Heavenly Completion Stage.    

Letting him be the eldest senior brother of these people really made him think highly of them.    

"Tell your senior apprentice-brother what he wants to do." The sword artist continued to speak coldly, with that, he disappeared from his seat.    

"Respectfully sending off the Old Ancestor."    

Everyone cupped their fists once again. After a while, they straightened their bodies and turned to look at Mo Feng, their eyes flashing. Looking at Mo Feng's young face, they felt his cultivation, and unwillingly lowered their heads, they cupped their fists and said:    

"Eldest Brother."    

No matter how unwilling they were, they would not dare to disobey the orders of the old ancestor.    

Mo Feng nodded his head slightly, and looked at these people, his eyebrows knitted together. Regardless of whether it was their expressions or their eyes, they were all filled with a cold light, filled with a cold intent. It was just that this level of ruthlessness was not high, otherwise, they would all be similar to the people of the Broken Love Garden.    

However, these people would become cold-blooded and emotionless sooner or later, just like the people in the Broken Love Garden. They had a different way of doing things, unlike the inhumane way the Broken Love Garden did.    

"Swordsman?"    

With a guess in his heart, he felt an extremely powerful sword intent emanating from that swordsman. It was as though it could kill the heavens and destroy the earth, and was extremely similar to the legendary Sword Demons. It was just that it wasn't that powerful.    

These people all followed the same path as the swordsman, and in the end, they all became cold and emotionless. In their eyes, there was no right or wrong, only benefits and only power.    

"Senior brother Mo Feng."    

Mo Feng turned his head to look and saw Pan Yingjing walking out. His expression was complicated, and there was even a hint of timidness on his face.    

Mo Feng's eyes flashed with astonishment, he never thought that in the few days that he had been gone, Pan Yingjing would actually be brought along by the ancestor of the Myriad Sword Sect to receive important nurturing.    

"Eldest senior brother, let me tell you what we want to cultivate." No one objected. This ninth level of geotextile had been with the Old Ancestor for several hundred years already, and it had a lot of authority no matter what.    

"There's no need. Junior sister Ying Jing, please tell me." Mo Feng shook his head and said to Pan Yingjing.    

"Yes, eldest senior brother."    

The nine levels of geotextile had no objections. In the past few days that Pan Yingjing had been here, he had already familiarized herself with everything except the introductions.    

"Let's find another place to talk."    

"Yes, eldest senior brother."    

Pan Yingjing cupped her fists and replied, she took Mo Feng and left the great hall and directly went to the second floor, where most of their training was done on the first floor.