At this time, the monks throughout the Qianyue Mountains were waiting for news from the distant Wuji Sect.
The Wuji Sect wins, and the people of the Northland survive.
If the Wuji Sect fails, the people of the North will face a catastrophe.
"laugh……"
A stream of light flowed in from the open door and went straight to Bei Wushuang, who was standing up. Bei Wushuang raised his hand and grabbed him. Spiritual power poured into it, and Luo Xuehan's heroic voice rang out from within the jade sword:
"The demon tribe has begun to attack the Wuji Sect!"
Wuji Sect.
More than a million demon monks are working together to attack the Wuji Sect's mountain-protecting formation.
in mid-air.
Qing Cang Qiong stepped on the demon cloud and looked down at the Wuji Sect. Behind him stood the Nascent Souls of the six demon clans.
Within the Wuji Sect.
Countless monks clutched their weapons and were ready to rush out of the formation at any time.
Directly facing the mountain gate is a peak called Yingke Peak. This is the place where the Wuji Sect entertains guests, and not far behind Yingke Peak is the First Ancestor Peak.
This Ancestral Peak was the place where the sect was located when the Wuji Sect was first established. Later, with the expansion of the Wuji Sect from generation to generation, the Wuji Sect has expanded more than a thousand times more than the Wuji Sect built by the ancestors. And this peak was raised
Named the Ancestral Peak, it has become a symbol of the Wuji Sect and a place where every disciple who joins the Wuji Sect must worship.
In the Ancestral Peak Hall, there is a main hall. This hall is the Ancestral Hall. There is a tall statue in the main hall. This statue is the statue of the first generation leader of the Wuji Sect and the founder of the Wuji Sect. Every person who becomes a member of the Wuji Sect
All the monks who are disciples of the inner sect will pay homage to this statue here.
At this time, Feng Mu, Liao Shengkai, Sun Yi, Shi Nanlong, Fan Zhongshan and Xiao Fuyao were standing on Yingke Peak, staring outside the formation. And Qing Cangqiong's gaze outside the formation also penetrated the formation.
The light curtain looked at Feng Mu and the other six people, and smiled with a big mouth, revealing its fangs.
"Boom boom boom..."
The formation was shaking, and Liao Shengkai said in a concentrated voice: "The formation cannot last for three hours, there are too many monsters."
Feng Mu nodded and said: "After an hour, we will break out of the formation."
A hint of unbearability flashed in Liao Shengkai's eyes: "Why don't we just let the demon clan break through the formation and implement our plan, otherwise, the human race will suffer too many casualties."
Feng Mu closed his eyes, then opened them again, his eyes were firm, and he said in a low voice: "What we need is a real broken sect, not a fake one. Do you think Qing Cangqiong is a fool?
Don't say that we are cheating, even if there are just a few flaws, we will be suspected by Qingkangqiong Xinsheng!
If we can’t solve the problem of Qing Cang Qiong, we will all die, and no one from the northern human race will live anymore.”
His eyes fell on the humans who were always ready to rush out, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes:
"It's not a bad thing to die in the fight with the monsters! If you can kill a few more monsters, you will make money. But the six of us must not die. We must be careful and wait until the last moment."
Sun Yi, Shi Nanlong, Fan Zhongshan and Xiao Fuyao all closed their eyes. The monks below also had many monks from their sects. They would watch them die. They closed their eyes tightly and held back their tears.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already strong and determined.
Qingyun Sect.
Another messenger jade sword flew in, and was caught by Bei Wushuang, who poured spiritual power into it. Luo Xuehan's voice rang out:
"The Wuji Sect has come out to intercept the demon clan."
Everyone's expressions darkened.
How is this different from their original sect?
They all came out to intercept the demon clan's attack on the sect-protecting formation and give the sect-protecting formation time to recover.
Everyone's face showed signs of urgency, anxiety and disappointment after being dejected.
Does the Wuji Sect have any trump cards?
If there is, why don't you use it now? Instead, use human lives to fill it?
If not, why did you send a message to tell me? Don't worry.
Everyone was inevitably upset until another messenger jade sword flew in and heard Luo Xuehan's somewhat lonely voice:
"The Wuji Sect retreated, giving the sect-protecting formation enough time to recover, but the human monks suffered casualties of over 100,000."
"call……"
All the monks in the hall exhaled a sigh of relief. Gu Shuo stood up and walked outside. Standing on the edge of the cliff of Qingyun Peak, looking far into the distance in the direction of Wuji Sect, he felt extremely depressed in his heart.
The golden elixirs in the main hall also came out in twos and threes. Everyone knew that no news would come in the next few hours. The Wuji Sect was still attacked by the demon clan to protect the sect's formation.
But if the attack continues like this, the human monks will need to constantly break out of the sect-protecting formation to buy time for the sect-protecting formation to recover. One day, the humans of the Wuji Sect will be killed to the point where they no longer have the strength to intercept the demon clan.
Breaking up the sect is inevitable.
A figure walked up to Gu Shuo. Gu Shuo turned his head and looked at the billowing white clouds under his feet. He exhaled again and said:
"Have you always been here?"
"Yes!" Zhang Yinggu nodded: "You can hear the latest news here."
Gu Shuo stopped talking, and Zhang Yinggu was also silent. Not far away, there were Jindan monks in twos and threes, either looking into the distance silently, or looking down at their feet, or talking in a low voice. There was a trace of sluggishness in the air, and
The breath of despair.
"I once heard Master say..." Zhang Yinggu looked at Gu Shuo's angular profile and said softly: "You have a way."
The golden elixir monks couldn't help but pricked up their ears. At this time, they all remembered that the reason why Gu Shuo went to Liangyi Palace to retreat to improve his cultivation was because of one of his trump cards. The nearly forty golden elixirs all knew it at the beginning, because
In order to bring out the power of that trump card, Gu Shuo needs to improve his cultivation. Otherwise, his body will not be able to bear it. Not only will he not be able to use that trump card, but his body will collapse and die.
As for those later Jindan monks, when they first came to Qingyun Sect, they wanted to see Gu Shuo, but they didn't. Later, they also heard about the reason why Gu Shuo was in seclusion.
Gu Shuo didn't say anything when he came back, and everyone including Bei Wushuang didn't ask, thinking that Gu Shuo still couldn't use his trump card. Now that they heard Zhang Yinggu asking, everyone couldn't help but listen attentively.
"I don't know either!"
Gu Shuo shook his head slightly. He really didn't know whether his current body could withstand the power of Zhou Tian Baolu. Moreover, this Zhou Tian Baolu could not be tested yet. Once tested, it would be truly used. Moreover, Gu Shuo didn't know how to keep it.
Is the corner of liquid spiritual consciousness in the sea of consciousness enough?
Or it can be used several times. Once it can only be used once and tested, won't there be no chance of release?
The sound of footsteps came, and at this time, Bei Wushuang couldn't bear it any longer. Seeing Bei Wushuang walking towards Gu Shuo, the golden elixirs also began to approach.
"Gu Shuo, what trump card do you have?" Bei Wushuang asked.