The rescue team has been assembled, and there are many familiar people among them.
Cen Muliang came over and asked, "Are you all ready?"
All the disciples responded in unison.
Cen Mu Liang Surong said: "The faceless people did not take our Immortal Alliance seriously when they issued the edict. They have already beaten us in the face. It depends on you whether you can pick it up. Thousands of years ago, our
Our predecessors went through untold hardships to drive the monsters back to the Beiming Continent. Thanks to their legacy, we have been able to grow up peacefully. Now, it is our turn to take on this responsibility."
He said solemnly: "Today's battle is not only about face, but also about the life and death of the Immortal Dao. If the Demon Sect is established here, the land of Kyushu will be constantly warred in the future, with countless casualties among mortal monks, and there will no longer be a peaceful life. We must do our best.
Our efforts nip destiny in the bud. Do you understand?"
All the disciples answered loudly, with a surge of emotions in their chests, including anger and pride.
Cen Muliang nodded with satisfaction and softened his voice: "Of course, you must try your best to protect yourselves. Life is precious. Each of you is a disciple cherished by the Immortal Alliance. If you cannot come back, it will be a great loss to the Immortal Alliance, so
Please protect yourself."
He first encouraged and then cared, and the emotions of all the disciples were aroused and moved.
At this time, Bai Mengjin will not compete with him. In the current situation of the Demon Sect, if Cen Muliang can play his role, it will be beneficial to the entire situation.
Yang Xiangtian and Master Changling saluted him, flicked their sleeves, and turned away with their disciples.
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Seen from the sky, the entire Jingguo is shrouded in a black mist, with the imperial city being the worst.
Yang Xiangtian had a heavy expression and said slowly: "Maotu has set up a large formation in the palace, covering the entire imperial city. We cannot know the situation inside, but there must be dangers everywhere."
Bai Mengjin asked: "Uncle Yang, does his injury not matter?"
Yang Xiangtian said calmly: "The injury is definitely hurt, but who can say for sure about the magic cultivator? There may be some secret method that can repair it in a short period of time."
Bai Mengjin nodded slowly. It is indeed much faster for demons to recover from injuries, because they can directly eat "food" to replenish their body.
"You all bring the breath-containing magic weapon." Yang Xiangtian confessed, "Maotu plays with formations. Once he detects it, it will be difficult to escape."
All disciples should do as he said.
When everyone was ready, Yang Xiangtian waved his hand, and the group landed outside the palace.
This is outside the palace wall, and a thick shield blocks them.
Yang Xiangtian raised his hand to draw the runes, stacking them layer by layer from light to heavy, and finally stretched out his finger a little.
A golden rune broke through the shield and revealed the scene inside, which surprised them.
The people inside were unaware, as if nothing had happened. The officials were handling government affairs, the servants were working diligently, the ladies of the palace were laughing and having fun, and the princes were scheming.
Ying Shaoguang asked: "Master, don't they know what happened?"
Yang Xiangtian's face was also serious. He didn't expect it to be like this.
So he sent a messenger talisman to the nearby Changling master.
Master Changling soon responded to the message. After reading it, Yang Xiangtian sighed: "This formation is no small matter!"
"What do you mean?" Ji Xingge didn't understand, "Uncle Yang, does it have any special effects?"
Bai Mengjin said softly: "This is the reincarnation formation, and some people call it Shizhang Hongchen. It means that in this formation, everyone will forget everything and play one of the roles. If you can't break free, you will always be trapped in it and will never be able to get out of reincarnation.
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Yang Xiangtian glanced at her in surprise and nodded: "Yes, it's the Reincarnation Formation."
The disciples were in an uproar, and someone asked: "Uncle Yang, if we go in, will we become one of the characters?"
Yang Xiangtian nodded: "Master Changling and I are highly cultivated, so we should be able to break free, but you guys...if you are not determined, you might be deceived and stay here forever."
The selected disciples are all outstanding, and they are unwilling to admit defeat: "So, as long as we are determined, we can break free, right?"
"That's right..." Yang Xiangtian left half a sentence. The problem is that no one knows whether he is determined enough before the matter comes to an end. Sometimes, people have the illusion that they are strong.
It wasn’t until I was taught how to be a human being that I realized there were still many shortcomings.
"Then go in! I don't believe I can't wake up!" A disciple said confidently.
At this time, Yang Xiangtian can't tell anyone to go back. This task always needs to be completed by people, so we can only try it before talking about it.
He warned again: "Bring the breath-condensing magic weapon, and the heart-purifying magic weapon and spiritual talismans are also ready. Don't let the formation discover that you are outsiders, and you will have a higher chance of survival. Once you wake up, rush to the palace immediately."
"yes."
The disciples fell silent again, and Yang Xiangtian continued to draw talismans, tearing a slight crack in the formation.
"Let's go." Yang Xiangtian said, taking the lead in entering.
Then came Ying Shaoguang. When Ji Xingge was about to enter, she was pulled by Bai Mengjin and gave her a red thread: "This is Senior Hu's red thread. If you bring one, you might be able to sense me."
Ji Xingge put it away: "I remember it."
Then he squeezed into the crack and disappeared into the formation.
The disciples entered one by one, and soon they all disappeared. The crack closed again and disappeared without a trace. The palace seemed like a monster that swallowed people and then closed its mouth.
At this moment, deep in the palace, the person wearing the mask opened his eyes.
"There are so many little flying insects! I can avenge myself last time this time!"
In front of him was a huge map transformed by magic, with dense light spots floating on it. Those new light spots quickly merged into it and disappeared, but some of them could still detect the difference.
He stretched out his hand and tapped lightly, and the discovered light spots were easily erased, as if they had never appeared.
Maotu turned his head and said to another person in the hall: "You thought wrong. Your son is here to save you."
On the chair, a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe raised his head, surprised and worried: "This child, alas!"
"Didn't expect that?" Maotu smiled, "Do you think he would ignore it?"
This man was naturally His Majesty Yuanfeng, the Emperor of Jingguo. He sighed: "I'm sorry for him, he is a good boy."
Maotu disagreed: "You regret it, don't you? If I had known he would still come to save you, you could have been nicer to him."
Emperor Yuan Feng smiled bitterly and begged: "Can you spare his life? I don't ask for more, as long as he lives."
Maotu sneered and refused flatly: "You are indeed an irresponsible father. Do you think he values life now? He won't want to live like this!"