The crossbowmen in Wuji Palace were divided into five teams, each with a hundred people, and they were fan-shaped to protect themselves outside the dark room of Wansha Hall.

Most of the monks of the Xuan Cultivation attacked the Wuji Palace, leaving only a few monks to defend the back path and patrol Qingfeng Ridge.

When Yang Yong crawled out of the dark room, he happened to see four monks patrolling along the ridge. The crossbowman in the front team shot a feather arrow, turned into a magic weapon, and shot the four people to death. Yang Yong's eyes rolled, and he laughed, and said to the black and brown guys who followed him: "We were surprised and took their way back, how about it?"

The two laughed and agreed happily.

Yue Chengfeng was outside the cave entrance of the evil sect's headquarters. He divided the hundreds of Xuan Cult monks who were left behind into two groups, one set up a checkpoint to intercept, and the other holds a bow to guard the warning. Another secret sentry was released for ten miles to prevent accidents.

Unfortunately, the secret whistle in the distance could not be noticed by the team of crossbowmen who suddenly came out. The secret whistle in the nearest had also been black, so the two of them solved the problem first.

When Yang Yong jumped out, he only shouted "Kill!" and the arrow rain suddenly rose. After the three waves of arrow rain, there were only a few Xuan Cult monks who set up the card. Before the monks holding the bow guard could react, Yang Yong immediately shouted "Retreat!" Five hundred crossbowmen retreated and turned to the jade-cutting top.

One "kill" and the other "retreat", in the blink of an eye. When he was suddenly attacked, Yue Chengfeng was a little confused. The enemy was unknown and the reality of the enemy was not clear, so he did not dare to order an attack easily. When he figured out the situation, Yang Yong had already escaped without a trace with his men.

According to Sheng Wanshan and Yue Zhuifeng's original idea, the evil sect chief sect closed the gates and did not allow the disciples who fled from their subordinates to enter. Yue Zhuifeng sent people to eliminate these evil sect disciples first. When the disciples of the Xuan Sect and the invited monks gathered in Qingfeng Ridge, Sheng Wanshan would launch a rebellion in the evil sect chief sect, attack and kill the five elders, and take advantage of the chaos to put Yue Zhuifeng's monks. The two sides joined forces to capture Wuji Palace in one fell swoop and eliminate the remnants of the evil sect.

But who would have thought that just as the rebellion was launched, Yang Yong and his group came out from somewhere. The five elders were killed, and the disciples in Wuji Palace were already in a mess. However, Yang Yong's appearance allowed disciples of all levels who were suspicious of each other to gather together to fight the enemy together.

Although the development of the matter was somewhat unexpected, the evil disciples were already in a state of decline. Even if Yang Yong appeared and put down the internal rebellion, he was still unable to resist the joint attacks of a large number of monks of Xuan Sect, Shi Sect, and Demon Sect. It just caused the monks who invaded Wuji Palace to suffer more losses.

But when cultivators from various sects rushed into the main hall of Wuji Palace, the main hall where thousands of disciples of the evil sect were gathered, but now only Lu Huai is left.

For Yue Zhuifeng and Sheng Wanshan, if thousands of disciples of the evil sect calmly withdraw from Wuji Palace, their plans will fail.

The evil sect is powerful, with each hall and each gate just a front post, and the Wuji Palace is the foundation. Today, the Wuji Palace suffered heavy losses, but it did not hurt its vitality. As long as the remaining thousands of monks rested, they could revive their troops and fight again under the leadership of Yang Teng and Yang Yong. If Yue Zhuifeng could not take advantage of the victory and pursue the remaining disciples under the Wuji Palace in one fell swoop. When the Shi Sect who came to help, the Demon Sect and the monks who had no sect and no sect dispersed, the Xuan Sect would be dragged into a protracted killing battle by the remnants of the evil sect.

Ji'an took more than a dozen young Taoist priests into the main hall of Wuji Palace. But what was waiting for him was that the enemy retreated through a secret passage and attacked and killed more than a hundred Xuan Sect disciples outside the entrance of the cave.

"Where did they escape?" Ji'an had a gloomy face and waved his hand slightly. Sheng Wanshan seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand. With a whoosh, he was pulled in front of him.

"There can only be one place to go, the jade-carved top!" Sheng Wanshan was so scared that his face was pale and he responded timidly.

"What are you waiting for?" Ji'an said angrily: "You haven't mobilized your manpower to block Qingfeng Ridge and attack Zhuyu Jueding?"

Sheng Wanshan quietly reminded: "There is a cave built on the top of Zhuoyu Jue. It is said that it is a temple for Dharma monks to practice Dharma. If that is true, once we launch an attack, it is equivalent to declaring war on Dharma clans."

"If you declare war, you declare war. I don't believe it. The Dharma Sect will provoke a war in the entire world because of a monk in the clan." Ji'an shouted arrogantly.

Many masters of the Shizong and the Demon Sect do not have the heroic spirit of his. They communicate with each other with their eyes, and they all seem to be timid in fighting.

Ji'an laughed in a dark voice and said to Xue Lian and other monks of the Demon Sect: "The three major clans in the cultivation world, your Demon Sect has always been at the bottom. Are you willing to surrender? Just a disciple of the Dharma Sect, can you scare away the top ten masters of the Demon Sect's headquarters?"

Kui Wu stepped forward with a stern face, "Jian, the Fazong clan is the most protective of his personal self-privacy. If the disciples of the branch sect are bullied, the cultivators of the entire sect will avenge him. If a certain sect is attacked, the Fazong clan will come out in full swing. If they do not kill the other party, they will never give up. If you want to provoke the Fazong's status in the cultivation world, no one will stop you. But our disciples of the Demon Sect will never wade into such a muddy water."

Among the monks of the Buddhist sect, three monks stood up, one with a big belly, one thin old Taoist, and one sour scholar wearing four-sided hats, all of them built caves and established their own sects. Sour scholars saluted the monks and the old Taoist, and said to the three: "Jian, with our disciples of the Buddhist sect, the monks of the Dharma sect can only give way. The fellow Taoists of the Demon Sect are unwilling to help. We are cultivators of the same clan of the Buddhist sect, and we will never stop watching. Don't worry, we are only the remnants of the evil sect. Even if we break into the cave of the Dharma sect, we will not dare to cause trouble."

"Is that true?" Mei'er flew into the hall with a flying sword on her back.

"Senior Sister Mei!" Xue Lian smiled and greeted her, bowing to her.

Lu Huai followed Xuelian and stared blankly, but said nothing.

"Junior Sister Mei'er!" Kui Wu and other monks of the Demon Sect greeted each other.

Mei'er did not return the gift, and went straight to Ji'an and said seriously: "The master once told Mei'er that sixty years ago, the leader of the Tianjian Sect of Shi Zong Tianjian Sect, Tianjian Sanren snatched a hundred-year-old monster from the three disciples of my Sword Sect. Hundreds of the Sword Sect spearmen avenged their fellow disciples and came to the door, besieged Tianjian Sect and killed Tianjian Sanren. The three real people of Shi Zong heard the news and each led their own disciples to help. The Dharma Sect's general hall passed the decree and sent 10,000 Dharma protectors..." She paused, smiled slightly, and asked, "Do you know what happened in the end?"

"How is it?" Ji'an asked with his eyes straight.

Mei'er raised her tone and said aloud: "The Dharma protectors attacked in four directions, completely annihilated the three real people of the Shizong and their disciples. Assist the Divine Spear Sect and attacked the Tianjian Sect. None of them survived."

"Why haven't I heard of such a thing?" Ji'an's face became very ugly.

"You can go back and ask your Dharma Protector Elder of the Sect. He rushed to the Dharma Sect's headquarters to meet the master monks and resolve the dispute." Mei'er snorted disdainfully, turned around and said, "Mei'er is going to Zhuyu Jueding now, and pays homage to the monks of the same clan. But whoever dares to break up Zhuyu Jueding is the enemy of the Dharma Sect."

After hearing what Mei'er said, the sour scholar wearing a square hat immediately changed his tone and said seriously: "Jian, for the sake of these inequality monks in the evil sect, we don't have to offend the Dharma Sect, don't you?"

Ji'an weighed the pros and cons, smiled suddenly and said, "We will also go to Zhuyu Jueding to pay homage to that fellow Dharma Sect."

Xue Lian held Lu Huai's arm and smiled, saying, "Everyone, since the Dharma Sect monks are practicing the Dharma with the jade primordial top, how can we let those evil monks disturb his cultivation? Naturally, we should go and help him and drive down all the messy monks."

Ji'an's eyes lit up, "Miss Xuelian is saying!"

The highest peak on Qingfeng Ridge is the most beautiful jade-carved top.

The peaks are already among the clouds, and the peaks are even more in the misty place of smoke.

Since it was a visit, we could not lead thousands of cultivators to kill Zhuyu Jueding. So Ji'an only brought a dozen young Taoist priests, Xue Lian, Lu Huai and Kui Wu, and all the people of Shi Zong, together, and headed towards Zhuyu Jueding.

Yue Zhuifeng and Sheng Wanshan arranged an array on Qingfeng Ridge, and then three miles gathered 3,000 monks to measure the whole thing.

Yue Chengfeng led the remaining monks to take over the Wuji Palace and collect the treasures and magic weapons there.

On the top of the jade-carved top, all the disciples of Wuji Palace entered the magnificent palace, but Yang Yong knelt in front of the adobe house next to the palace.

In the room, Xia'er was like a child. She had visited the aunt in the inner room and ran out to be intimate with Chen's mother. Although Fang Lin and Chen Gui were allowed to enter, they were just standing in the outer room door and became guards.

The executioner from Wanshatang ran to the inner room. He didn't say anything when he saw Mrs. Yang, and he was even more polite. He sat at the tea table with a snack and a lot of tea. Mrs. Yang shook his head and smiled bitterly, ignoring it.

Although Hei and Hei have followed Yang Yong for decades, this is their first time to step on the top of the jade-carved top. At this moment, they are standing on both sides of Yang Yong. Seeing the hall master kneeling in front of the room, they are not kneeling or standing, which is very embarrassing.

"Boss? I said at the beginning that you are not allowed to practice the exercises with them, otherwise you will definitely get angry, but you don't listen. Now you have brought them home, I think you want to anger me to death!" Mrs. Yang's voice came from the house.

Yang Yong lay respectfully on the ground and replied: "Mom! Although the child has learned some martial arts from them, he has not become a disciple and has never revealed his martial arts to others. This time, Wuji Palace suffered a great disaster and it was not Chia's fault. Now we have nowhere to stay. Only when we stay at the foot of the mountain will we hide on the mountain if we have no choice but to die. We have no choice but to hide on the mountain!"

Mrs. Yang snorted inside the house and said, "Do you want to say that your father practiced the sword record and spread this technique, which caused the disaster today, right?"

Yang Yong kowtowed and said, "The child dare not comment on his father's right and wrong!"

"You don't have to blame him!" Mrs. Yang sighed: "He is too impatient and cannot understand the Tao, and cannot enter the cultivation world. Your father... is so obsessed with evil spirits and his martial arts are useless. Now he is just a crazy old man, no longer the evil sect's Heavenly Lord!"

Yang Yong was shocked and asked, "I heard that since my father got the sword record and has been practicing in seclusion, how could he get into a devil?"

Mrs. Yang said, "What are you shut up? He was already crazy after practicing for two months! I was afraid that he would run out and be embarrassed, so I locked him up at home and told the elders that he was in seclusion!"

Yang Yong blinked his eyes foolishly and murmured: "But now... the enemy is at the foot of the mountain. If his father cannot come back to the charge, how can he retreat?"

"Don't worry! With my mother here, they dare not be presumptuous!" Mrs. Yang responded casually indifferently. Judging from what she meant, she didn't even take the thousands of enemies below the mountain seriously.

The figure flashed, Mei'er stood outside the house, bowed and bowed, and said, "Disciple Mei'er, come here under the instructions of the General Assembly to wait for the orders of Master Yang."

"What uncle Yang? Yang Teng has long since retired, and his surname is no longer Yang!" Mrs. Yang shouted in the house.

Mei'er laughed and changed her mouth: "Disciple Mei'er, pay homage to the uncle of the master."

"Yeah!" Mrs. Yang responded and said, "If you go back to the headquarters to send a message, you will say you don't have to worry about your old man. You are just a few monkeys, and your old man can handle it!"

Brother Hei and Brother Bro were stunned for a moment, thinking, "Is this old lady crazy too? Thousands of monks surrounded the mountain, so she could handle it by herself?" "Mrs. Yang has no power, and I'm afraid she doesn't even know the kung fu, so how could she know the danger at the moment!"

Mei'er was also stunned and said, "Although the three major clans are in charge of the world of cultivation, they are still in harmony with each other. If the monks at the foot of the mountain attack each other and hurt the uncle, that would be the disciple's sin! The news from the headquarters said that as long as the uncle agrees, the headquarters will immediately send disciples. Should we ask the chief stadium to help? And ask the uncle to show his advice?"

Mrs. Yang in the room did not respond immediately, but paused for a moment, but said, "You guys are so brave. Even though you know that this is the temple where Dharma disciples practice Dharma, you still dare to break up? Huh... Has the Taotu Holy Sword been born?"
Chapter completed!