Wangdan Tower, which was originally in good condition, was in a mess because of Mo Jinyang's appearance. There were big holes for ventilation, scattered gravel everywhere, and many outer disciples were even injured.

You know, back then, Wen Tingchen was willing to dedicate his title, and was admired by many people.

Even many disciples' breakthroughs in the alchemy path were made possible by Wen Tingchen's 40 alchemy furnaces.

In the Danqing Pure Land, there are only five titled holy places in total.

At present, only Wen Tingchen is willing to publish it for anyone to use. In another sense, Wen Tingchen is a benefactor to many disciples.

Therefore, Mo Jinyang made a big fuss in Wangdan Tower, which also aroused dissatisfaction among many disciples.

Of course, all the disciples, including many elders, dared not speak out in anger.

Mo Jinyang is the great elder of Zizi Hall. If he wants to ban a person, he will make his life worse than death. There have been cases of forcing disciples to death in the past.

"Elder Mo, you should calm down first. If you have any questions, we will discuss it after Pang Xiaozhang finishes refining the pill."

"Besides, with so many disciples present, we, as elders, should be somewhat magnanimous!"

Tie Muyuan was beaten to a disgrace by Mo Jinyang and was in an indescribable embarrassment.

Due to the appearance of Wen Tingchen, Mo Jinyang was helpless in the alchemy room, and the latter finally calmed down.

"Tie Muyuan, when I served in the Law Enforcement Hall, you were just a disciple of the inner sect. It has only been a few years now, and you are kicking your nose and face, thinking that your wings have become stiff, right?"

Mo Jinyang kicked Wen Tingchen, a hard rock, but his anger still did not vent out.

"How dare, how dare 1"

Hearing this, Tie Muyuan clasped his fists repeatedly.

"Haha, how dare you?"

"In your heart, Tie Muyuan, you should be laughing at me right now, at the incompetence of this titled elder!"

Mo Jinyang's face was livid. He flicked his sleeves and his whole body was like a violent dragon. The hall that had just calmed down was suddenly filled with strong winds, and many disciples were blown around.

"And you, are you all laughing at my incompetence?"

"My own son was beheaded by a thief. I watched helplessly as my enemy survived but could do nothing. Are you all gloating about this misfortune?"

Furious!

Mo Jinyang's beard and hair were dancing wildly, like a crazy ape.

All the Wenyuan Realm elders beside him had their palms trembling and secretly left his side.

"Ji'er, my father was bullied by a gangster today, so I can't avenge you immediately."

"But don't worry, starting from today, the Wangdan Tower in the Pure Land of Painting will become history. This disgusting place will be your first burial object!"

Looking at Mo Yiji's body in the distance, Mo Jinyang actually had a few strands of white hair on his forehead.

"Wen Tingchen, your physical body can only hide in that small alchemy room. If something comes out, stop me from demolishing your Alchemy Tower!"

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Jinyang flicked his sleeves, and suddenly dozens of giant black palms appeared from the void, like ferocious ghosts crawling out of hell.

These giant palms are all divine chapter-level blasts.

Then, those giant palms began to rush left and right without restraint. In just an instant, the entire Wangdan Tower hall was riddled with holes and devastation.

Countless disciples were dumbfounded and completely stunned.

Can Wangdan Tower, which has existed for more than a thousand years, really not be saved today?

The roof beams were already creaking, and the desolate hall was already shrouded in falling construction debris and dust.

All the monks were disgraced and trembling all over.

With their level of cultivation, it was certainly impossible for them to be killed by falling bricks and stones.

But every time a brick falls, it makes people's hearts ache.

You must know that the existence of Wangdan Tower carries the memories of many people.

Save money and come to Wangdan Tower to refine elixirs. If you are on the list of alchemists, you will become famous.

This has almost become the path to advancement, the path of struggle, and the goal of progress for ordinary disciples.

But today, this hall carrying hope was destroyed in an understatement.

Who can bear it in their heart?

Even if the Hope Alchemy Tower can be restored in the future, how can the inner beliefs of the disciples remain the same as before?

"Come on, Wen Tingchen, get out, get out and fight me!"

Boom!

Mo Jinyang's pupils froze, and as he finished speaking, there was another round of destruction.

…

"Elder Mo, you absolutely must not do this."

Tie Muyuan took a step forward and quickly tried to stop him, but Mo Jinyang was at the peak of the Wenyuan Realm and he was no match at all. In the end, he could only stop him anxiously.

He, Tie Muyuan, also has deep feelings for Wangdan Tower.

"Elder Mo, there is always a wrongdoer and a debtor. We'd better wait for a while, wait for Pang Xiaozhang to come out, and then raise an army to hold him accountable."

"Elder Mo, please show mercy. Wangdanlou is innocent."

"Elder Mo..."

Seeing that the huge Wangdan Tower had been demolished in half, the elders of the Wenyuan Realm came out one after another and spoke out to dissuade them.

Based on their status, they already have a small cave heaven paradise, and finally there is a place for alchemy.

But for ordinary disciples, without the Watching Pill Tower, it would be a devastating blow.

They can no longer enjoy high-quality alchemy furnaces at low prices, and there is no place where they can gather disciples to exchange alchemy knowledge.

Even if Wangdan Tower is rebuilt in the future, some of the things accumulated over 1,000 years will have been wiped out.

For example, each of those disintegrated bricks and stones has been soaked with rich elixir energy.

Many disciples encounter bottlenecks and shackles on the way to refining alchemy.

Most of them would choose to come to Wangdan Tower to meditate, and sometimes they would have an epiphany without even realizing it.

The reason why Wangdan Tower is able to spread its fragrance for ten miles is entirely due to the accumulation of time, and this kind of precipitation cannot be restored no matter how high your cultivation level is.

But today, the disciples watched helplessly as all of this was destroyed, as if a knife was stabbing their hearts.

"Elder Mo, disciple, please, don't tear it apart!"

"Elder Mo, please show mercy."

"Elder Mo, please."

One disciple after another couldn't help it, and they begged for mercy one after another.

…

"Hahaha, you guys have quite a deep affection for this place."

"Wangdan Tower is of great significance to you. Does my son Mo Yiji's life not matter?"

The people's pleas not only did not make Mo Jinyang stop, but instead aroused his anger even more.

Boom!

Boom!

Wen Tingchen also put a lot of effort into building Wangdan Tower. He used exquisite materials and filled it with countless precious ores, so the building was relatively strong.

However, Mo Jinyang's destruction was too terrifying.

Although many elders of Wenyuan couldn't bear it and tried to stop it, there was no possibility of reversing all this.

Collapse!

collapse!

come down!

Many disciples have already fled far away.

They were reluctant to leave and gathered around in the distance. Countless disciples had tears in their eyes and their hearts were indescribably heavy.

Some female disciples sat on the ground with their heads buried in their knees, feeling suffocated.

Boom!

Boom!

The bombardment of the divine chapters is like the roar of crazy giant beasts, they are rampaging, they are ferocious and terrifying.

With every collision, countless dust boulders fall down.

Every collision will cause a collapse.
To be continued...