Below, Meng Yi and others in front of the ancestral hall looked at Qin Fan with worried faces.
"Will the king's cultivation be damaged if he comes out of seclusion at this time?" Montaigne's father asked with a worried look on his face.
Meng Yi's face was calm, but there was also a hint of worry in his condensed eyes.
"We are just one step away from rushing out. Your Majesty chooses this time to break through the barrier. I'm afraid he has no choice but to do so."
"He is for our Meng clan!"
Meng Zhong sighed with emotion: "Yes, he has sacrificed a lot for us Qin people. We must never let anything happen to him, even if it costs the lives of the entire clan, we must protect him!"
Looking at Qin Fan in the sky, who slashed away the golden mecha with a sword, Meng Yi's eyes lit up: "Perhaps, the situation is not as pessimistic as we imagined."
"Perhaps he is really the savior sent by God to save us!"
The golden mecha took five or six steps back before steadying its body and looking at Qin Fan in shock.
"Damn it, I still underestimated you!"
"Come here, we must kill him today!"
He called to the junior soldiers around him, and six more junior soldiers immediately surrounded Qin Fan.
"Although these junior soldiers can no longer pose a threat to you, they can restrain your actions." The golden mecha sneered proudly.
Qin Fan's face was expressionless, he didn't talk nonsense to him, he picked up the Tai'a sword in his hand and struck it directly.
Below, Meng Yi and others were filled with hatred.
"These guys are bullying the few by bullying them, how despicable they are!" Montaigne scolded angrily.
In the distant attic, Qiao Luoan and Galliford were also cursing.
"Damn it, how can he be so strong? Even the golden mecha is no match for him!"
"It's only been twenty days!"
Galliford said with a gloomy face: "So, this person must die!"
Bang!
Qin Fan smashed a junior soldier into pieces with one sword, and the man inside also vomited blood and died.
The golden mecha took this opportunity and suddenly appeared behind Qin Fan, slashing at Qin Fan with its purple laser sword.
"Go to hell!"
Seeing that the sneak attack was about to succeed, the golden mecha was overjoyed.
"It's not that easy!" Qin Fan sneered, and a red long sword exuding an evil aura suddenly appeared in his other hand.
Tian Cong Yun Sword!
He held Tai'a in one hand and Tiancongyun Sword in the other, calmly facing the siege of a group of soldiers.
Bang!
The golden mecha failed to make a sneak attack and was knocked back again. He was so angry that he shouted: "Damn it, do you have eyes on your back?"
Qin Fan hit a junior soldier on the head with his sword, smashing the mecha and the people inside like a watermelon.
He turned back to look at the golden mecha and sneered: "Although there is no aura of heaven and earth here, it cannot block my consciousness. Every move you make is within the scope of my consciousness."
"Spiritual consciousness? What is this?" It was the first time the golden mecha heard this term.
"You don't need to know that today, I'm going to smash you all to pieces!" After cleaning up the junior soldiers, Qin Fan began to take the initiative to attack the golden mecha.
In the attic, Qiao Luoen looked at the battlefield in the sky with a horrified look on his face and exclaimed: "Damn, he is too strong! Without the restraint of junior soldiers, it will only be a matter of time before the golden mecha loses!"
"Galiford, let's run!"
"Galiford?" When no one answered, Qiao Luoan couldn't help but look back.
The place where Galiford was just now is now empty, and there is no trace of Galiford anywhere!
Looking up, Galliford was already dozens of meters away.
"You bastard, you ran so fast and you didn't even call me!" Qiao Luoen cursed and hurriedly chased Galliford.
Click!
Qin Fan struck the golden mecha's mechanical arm with his sword, directly breaking the mechanical arm, and a burst of electric sparks flashed across the broken area.
The person inside let out a shrill scream, and it was obvious that the arm could not be saved.
"Go ahead, grab him!" The golden mecha shouted to the other soldiers.
When the rest of the soldiers saw that Qiao Luoan and Galliford had run away, and the golden mecha was disabled, they ignored him and turned around and ran away.
"You cowards!" The golden mecha yelled angrily.
Click!
A ray of golden light fell from the sky, and the Tai'a sword came down with endless power, directly smashing the head of the golden mecha, and the people inside also shattered into watermelons.
Seeing the golden mecha being smashed, all the Yama people ran away.
Qin Fan did not chase him, but turned back to the entrance of the ancestral hall.
Meng Yi knelt down on one knee and shouted excitedly: "Welcome my king to triumph!"
The rest of the Meng family also knelt on one knee and shouted in unison: "Welcome my king to triumph!"
The movements of these people were uniform and their voices were surprisingly consistent, as if they had been trained countless times.
The scene in front of me is like ancient subjects welcoming their king!
This time, the Meng family was completely convinced by Qin Fan. Even the patriarch, Meng Yi, looked at Qin Fan with awe!
Qin Fan's face was dull, neither sad nor happy: "Everyone, get up!"
"Although we defeated the golden mecha this time, high-level soldiers may come next time. We must prepare early to be prepared for the arrival of high-level soldiers." Qin Fan was prepared for a rainy day.
"Your Majesty, you can tell me what to do!" Meng Yi directly gave up the command.
Qin Fan glanced at the crowd and looked at the earnest eyes. He suddenly felt a heavy pressure on his shoulders.
"The magic circle has been destroyed. Next, I will rearrange a large formation to serve as the last barrier for the Qin people."
"You can inform the Qin people in each city and ask them to come over as soon as possible. Since the Yama people have already attacked the ancestral hall, it proves that they are ready to massacre the Qin people."
"I hope the Qin people from all over the country can come as soon as possible before the Yama people take action."
Meng Yi was convinced by Qin Fan's analysis. He frowned deeply and felt a strong sense of urgency in his heart.
"I'll go notify them right away!"
"Montaigne, please lead the people to cooperate with the king in setting up the magic circle, and do your best to assist the king!"
"Yes!" Montaigne agreed with a serious face.
Ying Yushu also hurriedly said: "Clan Chief Meng, let me talk to my father! Let him also help inform the Qin people from all over the country and come over as soon as possible!"
"That's very good. I was just about to tell you about this. Your father is the leader of the Qin people. If he comes forward to speak, he will definitely have more weight than me!" Meng Yi looked pleased.
Ying Yushu turned to look at Qin Fan and asked with some worry: "Master Qin, if all the Qin people from the nine major cities are gathered here, can the array you want to set up be able to accommodate so many people?"
Qin Fan nodded: "Don't worry, it's enough!"
"That's good!" Ying Yushu laughed happily.
Qin Fan took Montaigne and a dozen young warriors back to the basement of the ancestral hall.
He lifted the restriction on the underground spiritual veins, and the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth immediately poured out.
These people brought by Montaigne were all warriors, and they usually relied on the spiritual stone mines for their cultivation. Now they suddenly felt such a strong spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and everyone was excited!