Except for the gold that Lu Li took away, almost all of the Xuanyuan Army's most elite combat forces are here.
Seeing someone coming out, Lan Hua, Yiyin and others were on guard, and everyone looked nervous.
Ying Gaoxiang moved his fat body over, his face turned pale with fright, and he muttered: "I'm going to die, what if some of the Seven Gods of Good Luck show up?"
Cui Maozhu held the short sniper in hand and did not dare to distract himself from scolding Gao Xiang.
Yes, there is a Seven Lucky Gods coming out, and there are six third-grade ones present. There are so many masters, so they are definitely not afraid.
But what if two of them come out, or even the childish goddess?
Has this Divine Continent always been under such a huge threat?
In the past five thousand years, Xuanyuan Yixi was responsible for carrying her, and after she was plotted by the incident of the asteroid and unable to draw her sword, there was also Lu Li.
But now, Lu Li is away and Xuanyuan Yixi is in retreat. She never thought that the situation would be so difficult.
A Taoshan country has only 200 million people, but there are so many gods. Where did the gods of Shenzhou go?
Under the gaze of everyone, the man who walked out of the white mist finally appeared.
A man with a straight back walked out holding someone in his arms.
"Wei... Commander?"
Everyone opened their mouths.
What they saw in front of them was Wei Changlong, who had detonated the magic-breaking ammunition. He was covered in blood, but he did not fall. With the perseverance of a pilot, he walked out step by step. The person he was holding in his arms was none other than Lu Qi.
After seeing the situation clearly, Rong Xiaohui and Cui Maozhu rushed forward, but were held back by Lan Hua and Yiyin one by one.
"Pindao goes first!"
"The poor monk goes first!"
The two of them spoke almost at the same time. Lu Li was not here, and they were the strongest people present. Only they could do this kind of thing.
The two looked at each other, and it was precisely because they were powerful that they understood better that under such a powerful explosion, it would not be surprising if a fourth- and fifth-grade master could survive, but how could Wei Changlong, an ordinary person, survive?
Come down?
The two of them approached slowly and cautiously.
Wei Changlong swayed and almost fell down several times, but he still kept moving forward.
Lan Hua sighed. After joining the Xuanyuan Army, he was like a mother and had to participate in everything. Now he could only speak first.
He said: "Stop and identify yourself."
Wei Changlong's head was bleeding. His eyes were blurred. He looked at Lan Hua and said word by word: "I am the former Major General of the Nine Heavens Army and the current Lieutenant General and Deputy Commander of the Xuanyuan Army. He is the former Feiyu Guard Sanyu Baihu.
, the current leader of the eighth group of the Xuanyuan Army Combat Force, Lu Qi."
Lan Hua wanted to make sure again, but Yiyin let out an ouch, rushed forward to support Wei Changlong, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Commander Wei..."
Wei Changlong shook his head.
Lan Hua followed, took Lu Qi, and asked in surprise: "He's not dead yet?"
"Not dead, but needs treatment quickly."
Lan Hua also noticed that Lu Qi's breathing was very weak, so he quickly took out a talisman and killed him first.
Wei Changlong calmly said: "The entire team is not dead, they are at the back."
Lan Hua and Yiyin looked at the white mist in surprise and asked, "What's in there?"
Wei Changlong organized his words and said: "There is... the patron saint of our China..."
Perhaps because he sensed the approach of a master like Lan Hua, or perhaps because he realized he was safe, the white mist finally disappeared.
There, a group of nine people, except Lu Qi, were all lying on the ground. They had injuries on their bodies, some serious, but their chests were rising and falling, and they were all still alive.
Behind them, an illusory sword was stuck on the ground. The sword body was white and the size and shape were the same as the Jiuding Sword.
"Xuanyuan Sword Immortal."
Lan Hua murmured to himself.
When Wei Changlong detonated the magic-destroying ammunition, Xuanyuan Sword Fairy appeared. She saved all the Xuanyuan troops who would be affected and left the sword intention here.
This sword once guarded Shenzhou alone for ninety thousand miles.
This sword shocked countless young people.
This sword is still there!
She is not a real god, but she has truly protected Shenzhou for five thousand years.
When the wind blows, the sword slowly floats away.
When the sword disappeared, Xuanyuan Yixi's cold and indifferent voice resounded throughout the space: "Stay here and wait for my return!"
Everyone present stared at the place where the sword disappeared.
It was only after the white mist dissipated that everyone saw that there was a red torii gate standing on the ground.
That illusory sword stands right in front of the torii gate.
Cui Maozhu and the others all knew that this abandoned factory could not have the torii of Momoyama Country.
Then there is only one answer. It was Sword Immortal who suppressed Torii before and eliminated the threat.
In this way, we can understand the reason why Sword Immortal asked them to stay here.
No one knows whether there will be any monsters emerging from the torii.
The Sword Immortal resisted the first wave for them, and they would have to rely on them in the future.
Cui Maozhu suddenly remembered the stories he had read in family classics. Dozens of generations of family heads had fought with Xuanyuan Sword Immortal. In the thirty-sixth generation, all the men died generously.
She remembered what she once heard Xuanyuan Yixi say, and she shouted loudly: "Understood, I am here, Shenzhou is here!"
Wei Changlong ignored the blood on his face and shouted: "I am here, Shenzhou is here!"
The masters present were all excited and shouted: "I am here, Shenzhou is here!"
The sword intent has dissipated, but everyone remembers that their patron saint came.
…
"How is it possible! Why did all my marks suddenly disappear?"
The ancestor of the Li family looked at Budai monk in disbelief.
Monk Budai waved his hand: "Donor Li, fellow Taoist Shou said that you, the descendants of the Li family, have only built one torii gate."
"Then there must be something wrong with the secret method you gave me. Those more than a thousand descendants all have my mark on them. They can open at least a dozen torii gates. How come there is only one?"
In the fury of the ancestor of the Li family, the Budai monk shook his huge head and shook his head: "Even the only remaining torii gate was sealed by some kind of power, making it impossible to extract spiritual energy. Maybe it was the Sword Immortal who took action."
The word "Sword Immortal" seemed to have great power. The ancestor of the Li family thought of the past thousands of years ago, and the scene when Lu Li killed the Li family. He froze there, not even daring to speak out in anger.
"Donor, since this matter cannot be resolved, then our agreement..."
The ancestor of the Li family gritted his teeth: "I'll go to Jingdong City and talk to the female lord in person."
"The queen is about to host a ceremony, so where can I see you?"
"Let's go and talk later."
The cloth bag monk had no choice but to open the bag and put it into the sea. The bag swelled up in the wind, like an air mattress. The ancestor of the Li family jumped on it and shouted: "Master, aren't you going?"
"I have something else to do, so I'll catch up later."
After saying that, Bu Dai carried the ancestor of the Li family and quickly headed towards Tokyo.
After he left, the Budai monk snorted through his huge nostrils: "After successive downgrades, I have become so weak, and I still have a temper. When I get to Tokyo, I'm afraid I won't be pinched to death by a few Taoist friends!"
He looked at the sea with a gloomy expression.
Only by opening the space rift himself could he vaguely know that in the end, it was an ordinary person with no spiritual power who detonated something, causing all the children of the Li family to be affected.
Without that explosion, it would have been impossible for Xuanyuan Sword Immortal to come to the rescue on that side of the crack.
As for the sword fairy...
At the moment of the explosion, he vaguely saw the Nascent Soul. The Nascent Soul, which looked exactly like Xuanyuan Yixi, glanced at him thousands of miles away.
Just one glance frightened him so much that he didn't dare to go to Tokyo to support him and could only hide behind him.
…
It was three o'clock in the morning, not far from the sun coming out.
In front of the Budokan in Tokyo City, Momoyama Country, Old Man Shou sighed. The plan of the ancestor of the Li family to open a channel to extract spiritual energy failed. So, in order to meet the spiritual energy demand for the ceremony, the last method can only be used.
He hurriedly walked into the building behind the Budokan.
Soon, a woman's voice came from there: "Seven difficulties are born, and seven blessings are destroyed."
