The mist forest is in a giant mountain surrounded by mist all year round.

At this moment, the moon is shining with stars, a little bleak, a little desolate, and some... makes people unable to see hope.

This battle lasted for several days, and one of the white-haired monsters dealt with six half-step foundation-building powerhouses, seriously injured and dying.

Elder Liu is also dealing with the death aura of the Dead Lieutenant. Now the terrifying death aura is eroding his body, making him very weak.

The main force that supported this battle has fallen two of them.

Other half-step foundation-building powerhouses were still injured to a greater or lesser extent, especially the emperor of the Qin Empire, who had been killed on the battlefield and were crushed by the Skeleton Legion.

This kind of scene is very bad. Seeing that the situation in the North Sword Immortal Sect is over, the monks who were unwilling to come to the battlefield have the intention of surrendering and turning against the water. For them, saving their lives in troubled times is important, and it is really not important to them which master they are loyal to.

In this way, even before the demon cultivator broke through the defense line of the North Sword Immortal Sect, many monks began to collapse in their hearts.

No one spared no effort. Under the daily uninterrupted attacks of the monks of the Heavenly Demon Palace, many monks felt fear when they heard the sound of fighting.

They began to scatter around this giant mountain, and began to fight everywhere, wanting to find a bargain and find opportunities to break through the defense line.

However, such people often die the worst.

"Senior Brother, what should we do now? The sect brothers no longer have the intention to fight." Jiang Ning looked tired and said to Beiying.

Beiying was injured and swallowed a pill, looking silent.

In fact, in his opinion, the Northern Sword Immortal Sect may not be unable to win. After all, if so many cultivators are united and killed directly, it is hard to say who will win to death.

How can we easily define who wins and who loses?

Seeing that Beiying did not speak, Jiang Ning sighed and continued to meditate and recovered from his injuries.

Now the sect has no cohesion. If that person appears on the battlefield again, as long as he gives orders, Jiang Ning will feel that all his disciples can draw their swords at the same time and kill in all directions.

He is born with the charm of leading the overall situation and controlling the situation.

Unfortunately, he was missing and he was not here. Beijing Film Academy sighed deeply.

In fact, it is not just Jiangning. Many monks are looking forward to Li Tian appearing on the battlefield. Now, every time they withstand the impact of the demon monks, they will suffer casualties and people will fall.

If this continues, tens of thousands of monks will be consumed sooner or later and will be eaten up.

"Two senior brothers, Elder Liu asked you to discuss matters." Xu Ying appeared in this simple cave and said softly.

Beiying opened his eyes, fought fiercely for a day, and saw this figure again, which made him feel a little excited.

Before this, it was rare to see such mature, mysterious, and charming women in the sect Beiying. If you don’t want to be moved, Beiying thinks that they are all lies.

But after all the hearts were moved, Beijing Film Academy felt that this rising star, whose cultivation level was no less than that of his junior sister, seemed to have a heart belonging to her.

If it were someone else, with Beiying’s old-fashioned and focused personality, wouldn’t he try to change what he believed in?

But the person the junior sister likes is that person, and Beijing Film Academy can't even raise the mind of fighting.

When did the little devil who could not even take a single move in his past need to look up to him?

"Convention?" Jiang Ning frowned.

Although he was interrupted in his practice, he was not annoyed, but he was a little worried and thought of something.

At this time, Elder Liu's purpose was very obvious when he came to discuss the matter with a few of them.

Abandon the pawns and protect the car.

"You two senior brothers, hurry up, junior sister will take the lead." Xu Ying was also not talkative and could not stand Beiying's gaze. At this moment, she slightly retreated and turned into a shadow, blending into the night.

Beijing Film Academy and Jiang Ning looked at each other. They were both smart people and knew what the next stage should be. They didn't talk much at this moment and rushed towards the top of the mountain.

When they arrived at the top of the mountain, the Beiying found that there were many disciples gathered outside the small stone house, about one or two hundred people, all of which were true teachings, and only a few core disciples.

And those who can be in the stone house, not to mention the pride of the sect.

"Hello, Senior Brother." Beiying came over and everyone saluted him.

Beijing Film Academy paid attention. Everyone had different expressions, some were angry, some were unwilling, and some even felt humiliated.

Of course, most of them are frustrated.

Frustrated by this war.

They found that it was not as mentioned in the script at all. They would defeat the Heavenly Demon Palace with a crushing momentum.

The fact is exactly the opposite. The Heavenly Demon Palace defeated them with a crushing momentum.

The ending is really cruel.

"Beijing, you are here." Elder Liu sighed and said only this sentence.

In fact, people inside the stone house, including outside the stone house, understand it.

Now that so many disciples are surrounded on this giant mountain, it is impossible to break through all of them, that is, only a few disciples can leave.

Then I will definitely choose to leave some seedlings, that is, them.

"Bei Ying, you are the senior brother of the Beijian Immortal Sect. At that time, I will fight with other elders to make a bloody path for you. Whether you can break through successfully depends on you." An elder of the Deacon Hall saw that Elder Liu could not speak, and snatched his words.

The monks in the stone house began to breathe rapidly. Although they had guessed what the elders were going to say, it was still unacceptable to say it.

"Elder, if we leave, what should we do if our 100,000 monks in the Immortal Sect do?" Jiang Ning snatched the words and said.

Although he had already broken through the ninth level of Qi training, he was consistent in treating disciples of this sect without any prejudice to cultivation.

In his opinion, as long as he is a disciple of the Northern Sword Immortal Sect, he is his fellow brothers.

The elder of the Deacon Hall glared at Jiang Ning, and then everyone began to fall silent.

Indeed, unless they are demon cultivators who can easily do it, their Beijian Immortal Sect cannot do it.

"This is an order, and it is also for..." The white-haired monster on the hospital bed didn't know how to wake up at this moment, and spoke with difficulty.

"It is also for... the future of the sect."

"Elder Bai!" Beiying stepped forward and quickly helped the white-haired monster up.

The white-haired monster's aura is very weak, and it can be said that it is full of energy and there is danger of falling at any time.

In that retreat battle, in order to protect the disciples of the Immortal Sect from being massacred by the powerful demon cultivators, he fought against six half-step foundation-building cultivators with his own strength, and did not hesitate to burn his original source and suffered unimaginable severe damage.

After saying this, the White-Haired Monster began to silence, but one hand was always holding Beiying's palm.

"No matter what......... take them to retreat... the North Sword Immortal Sect will see you."
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