"Longhu Mountain?" Jiang Zitong's face changed slightly: "I didn't expect that even the fishing village was exposed... It seems that we should have sent additional personnel to kill the little female policewoman."

Luo Chen curled his lips: "It's too late to say this now."

Jiang Zitong nodded.

In fact, getting involved in Longhu Mountain is not something that the Celestial Cult is willing to see, but to accomplish that big thing, they must get a holy object, either the strongest sword or the strongest shield.

Compared to the strongest shield growing on the back of the four divine beasts Xuanwu, it was obviously Longhu Mountain at that time, and He Ziyin was once a member of Longhu Mountain, so the Changsheng Sect chose to attack Longhu Mountain.

Of course, what they did not expect was that Longhu Mountain is so dedicated now that it is willing to completely break up with the Changsheng Sect for a dead elder Zhang Rushan, and sent all Longhu Mountain disciples to eliminate the Changsheng Sect's troops in the entire southeast region.

According to Luo Chen, in just two months, 90% of the people who were scattered throughout the southeast were wiped out by Longhu Mountain disciples led by Zhang Rushan’s disciple Tang Zixuan. After the leader and the three of them returned from Yunnan, they immediately ordered that all the Changsheng scholars who were still outside would return to the fishing village immediately.

Gathering all the powers together is probably the last thing the leader of the Changsheng Cult can do. If Longhu Mountain dares to invade, perhaps the Changsheng Church and Longhu Mountain may have a desperate battle.

Therefore, Luo Chen, who had just returned from outside, came to Huangsha Ancient City almost without stopping. Fortunately, he caught up in time and failed to hurt Jiang Zitong.

After explaining the situation, Jiang Zitong no longer stayed. Anyway, Yan Ning was dead, so the remaining people could no longer pose any threat to them. It would not be too late to deal with them after getting rid of the entanglement of Longhu Mountain.

So, in the eyes of everyone, the two took off the red pill, jumped off the Qilin statue, Luo Chen raised the fainting He Ziyin, and walked out of the Huangsha Ancient City with Jiang Zitong.

There were helicopters in the sky. The two of them took the helicopter and slowly turned into a small light spot in the sky in the eyes of everyone.

Even Li Yaxuan didn't stop them, let alone Maoshan Thirteen Taishang, and other ordinary disciples.

"Just let them go like that?" Chen Zhijie said unwillingly.

Li Yaxuan sighed: "They are too strong. We can't stop them by relying on them alone, but they will also sacrifice their lives."

When Chen Zhijie heard this, his face turned blue. Although he had worked hard to practice over the past few days and Li Yaxuan gave him some fun, he was really old. Even if he was playing, he could not keep up with Maoshan Thirteen Taibao, let alone participate in Yan Ning and the others' battle.

After all, the strength is too disparity, and Jiang Zitong and the others are no longer on the same level as Chen Zhijie.

The strongest Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya were pressed into the deep pit, Jiang Wujue fell into a coma, Li Yaxuan did not dare to stop him, who else dared to step forward?

After Jiang Zitong and Luo Chen left, although everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a sad feeling suddenly spread among everyone.

"Is the Third Master really dead?" A female disciple named Huang Han said sadly in the Thirteenth Grandmaster.

Huang Han is a former resident from Juehai Prison. If Yan Ning had not taken them out of Juehai Prison, they might have been sleeping in the prison with a stroke and were always on guard against sneak attacks and attacks from enemies and wild beasts.

Yan Ning took them out of Juehai Prison to enjoy a real life. Not only did he solve their food, clothing, housing and transportation, but he also taught them to practice Taoism. They dare not forget this great kindness and virtue.

Now that the benefactor dies before their eyes, how can they not be sad?

What's even more sad is that even if Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya were already dead, everyone could only stand around the pit and watch, not knowing how to remove the big stone and clean up the bodies of the two.

The girls who were rescued lowered their heads and sobbed softly. The resentful spirits floating in the sky couldn't help but burst into tears.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind everyone.

"The Kunmen cuts off the status and opens!"

In the huge deep pit, the huge rock filled with the deep pit turned into a piece of fine sand. Everyone turned around in surprise, but saw that Jiang Wujue had woken up at some point, standing in place like an ancient pine, using formation techniques with a red face.

Sisi, who was standing beside Jiang Wujue, shouted: "Brother Yan Ning is not dead. Wu Jue has sanded the bottom of the huge rock early in the morning. They are just buried in the sand now! Everyone, help me quickly and dig them out!"

"Hurry...dig!" Another bloodshot appeared in Jiang Wujue's eyes: "I can't hold on for long!"

After hearing this, everyone woke up and rushed into the deep pit one by one, and began to dig sand with bare hands.

Among the Xinmaoshan disciples who followed, there were many Gongliang disciples who had learned the superficiality of formation techniques. They hurried to Jiang Wujue to help Jiang Wujue share the pressure so that the rocks that were transformed by Kunmen would no longer be restored.

Whether it was the disciples of Xinmaoshan, the girls who were rescued, or even the resentful spirits floating in the air, they all worked hard, and soon, the pit was dug open with bare hands.

Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya, who were already in a coma, were carried out by everyone.

Seeing this, Jiang Wujue finally breathed a sigh of relief and could no longer hold on to the huge mental loss. He rolled his eyes and fainted again. Sisi hurried over to support Jiang Wujue.

Chen Zhijie stepped forward and explored Yan Ning and the other two's breathing. He felt that their breathing was still stable. Then he felt relieved and said, "San Master and Xiaoya are fine, don't worry."

It's fine if it's okay.

Everyone felt that their bodies were much lighter, and everyone looked at each other, their eyes were full of gratitude after the disaster, and there were smiles on the corners of their mouths.

At this time, the altar of Huangsha Ancient City finally became quiet.

Dawn finally arrived, and many people from the ancient city of Huangsha walked out of their homes and embraced the most beautiful sunrise that they had seen in many years. When they opened the door and saw their relatives who had not seen each other for many years and were covered in stubborn faces, they couldn't help but hugging each other tightly and burst into tears.

"Si...Si Si!"

Inside the altar, an old bearded man crawled out of the prison in a mess. Seeing Sisi not far away, he couldn't help but shout.

Sisi turned around in surprise and couldn't help but shed tears when she saw her father who had not seen him for many years.

However, the old man glared: "Who is the boy you are holding in your arms? Your father is not dead yet. Even if you want to find a boyfriend, you have to report it to me!"

"Hahaha!"

When everyone saw Sisi's embarrassing appearance and Jiang Wujue who was in a coma for unknown reasons, they couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!