"Master Liu." The young woman in the gray dress and the man with the scar bowed to Liu An.
"Master Pang, the three giant ships in the vast sea that you are responsible for are full, let's set off." Liu An looked at the young woman in gray skirt and said.
"What about you, Palace Master Liu?" the young woman in gray skirt hesitated for a moment and asked.
"Palace Master Luo and I are responsible for picking up the last group of disciples. You go first, and we will meet at the sea when the time comes." Liu An said, glancing in the direction of the gray mist-filled Infernal Mountains in the distance.
The gray fog over there seems to be a little thinner than before.
The young woman in the gray skirt pondered for a moment, agreed in a low voice, turned around and boarded the vast sea boat No. 22 where Shi Mu was.
"Set off!"
The young woman in gray dress stood on the bow of the boat and gave an order.
The three giant black boats immediately opened their sails, slowly turned around, and sailed away from the coast.
The young woman in the gray dress turned over her hand and took out a gray compass. She muttered something and pointed on the compass.
The next moment, the mysterious runes on the surfaces of the three vast ships lit up one after another, and green lines appeared on the sails. The air automatically flowed, holding up the sails.
The sailing speed of the three giant boats in the vast sea immediately increased greatly. They looked at each other from head to tail and quickly headed towards the three giant boats that were drifting away in front of them.
"There are only three ships left, I hope it's too late."
Seeing the three giant boats slowly sailing away, Liu An felt a little relieved.
Including the three vast sea boats where Shi Mu was located, a total of twenty-two vast vast boats have gone out to sea, which means that more than 4,000 elite disciples of the Ming Yue Sect have been sent away.
In today's world where the Ming Yue Eastern Sect is suffering from external and internal troubles and is almost falling apart, it is not an easy task to be able to do this without any trouble.
For this, he also paid a high price.
In this way, even if the Xixia Kingdom was destroyed, the Mingyue Sect would retain its inheritance and have a glimmer of hope for a comeback.
"Palace Master Liu, please leave as soon as possible. I promise to send the last group of disciples away safely." The scarred man looked away from the three giant boats that were sailing away and said.
"It doesn't matter, I just received news from the venue that the competition has ended and the last group of disciples are on their way," Liu An said.
Not long after Liu An finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps approaching from far away.
The two of them followed the sound, and as expected, there were about five to six hundred more disciples, led by a middle-aged man in gray robes, walking towards here.
The middle-aged man in gray robe saw Liu An and the two men from a distance. His figure flashed and flew over first. He cupped his hands towards Liu An and the scarred man and said:
"Two hall masters, the competition has ended. The last batch of disciples, a total of 567 people, have been brought here, and the rest are staying in Quyang City."
"Very good, let everyone board the ship as soon as possible and set sail immediately!" Liu An nodded and ordered.
"Yes!" The middle-aged man in gray robe agreed quickly and summoned more than 500 people to make arrangements for boarding the ship.
Liu An turned to look in the direction of the Mingyue Sect's main altar at Pangu Peak in the Yin Corpse Mountains. He frowned. For some reason, he always felt a sense of fear in his heart.
As time goes by, this feeling becomes stronger and stronger.
He turned his head and looked aside. In less than half a minute of burning the incense, the two giant boats in the vast sea were fully loaded, and the last dozens of people were busy boarding the last giant boat.
At this moment, the three vast vast sea boats that Shi Mu and others were on had also sailed a long distance away.
"It's the last moment, and I'm much less courageous." Liu An looked away, calmed down, and murmured somewhat self-deprecatingly.
From the current point of view, the plan should be going smoothly. The main forces of Tongtian Immortal Sect and Tianmo Sect should have been involved in the Mingyue Sect General Altar at the moment. Although the enemy is powerful, but with the blessing of the mountain guarding formation and the Right Protector personally sitting in charge,
It cannot be broken immediately.
All it takes is a moment's delay, and when the last group of disciples completely sails into the West Sea, the two major forces, no matter how powerful they are, can only look back and sigh.
After a while, the last disciple finally boarded the giant boat in the vast sea. The scarred man jumped onto the last giant boat and looked at Liu An:
"Master Liu, everyone has boarded the ship!"
"Let's go immediately!" Liu An swung onto the giant boat, stood side by side with the scarred man, and gave the order.
"Don't leave, monster!"
A sharp shout came from a distance, the voice full of majesty and anger.
Then a thick white light flew from the distant sky at an extremely fast speed, and at the same time an indescribable and astonishing spiritual consciousness swept over, covering hundreds of feet of space nearby in an instant.
Wrapped in white light, there is a huge blue gourd, on which three or four figures can be vaguely seen. The leader is a person with a childish face, wearing a blue Bagua Taoist robe, holding a fly whisk, and his eyes are shining brightly.
"Wuchen Master!" Liu An's face changed drastically.
When the scarred man on the side heard the name, a trace of panic immediately flashed across his face.
"Palace Master Luo, I'm here to hold down the old Taoist Wuchen. The disciples of these three giant boats depend on you!" Liu An said immediately without thinking.
"But..." the scarred man hesitated.
"It's nothing, it's too late if you don't leave!" As Liu An spoke, his body shot out like an arrow, facing the white light.
The scarred man looked at Liu An's back, stamped his foot, turned around suddenly, and shouted:
"Set sail at full speed!"
The deacon disciples responsible for controlling the three giant boats in the vast sea immediately became busy. After a few breaths, the runes on the giant boats lit up, and the bows of the boats slowly turned around and headed towards the deep sea.
Liu An was in mid-air, opened his mouth and spat out a small dark red mini-flag, which suddenly grew to half a foot long in a flash of blood.
In the middle of the flag, there is a lifelike pattern of a ferocious light golden ghost head, surrounded by many purple spirit patterns and some weird patterns on the surface, giving people a mysterious and abnormal feeling.
Liu An stretched out his hand to hold the flagpole and waved it in the wind!
boom!
The banner came out of the hand and rose to several feet in size in the storm. It suddenly turned into a blazing bloody flame amid the rolling blood runes. There was a faint creaking sound in the flames, as if someone was wailing and crying inside.
As an astonishing amount of spiritual pressure spread out, a two- to three-foot-long pale golden ghost head emerged from the blood flames, while the original bloody flag disappeared.
"Hi!"
The pale golden ghost's head opened its mouth wide, and a bloody flame column as thick as a water tank spurted out, facing the white light.
The figure in the white light seemed to be surprised, and immediately stopped escaping the light.
The next moment, an ancient cyan sword flew out from the white light, quickly grew to a size of several feet, and after a slight circle, it transformed into numerous sword shadows.
The sword shadow collided with the blood-colored flame pillar, and two huge haloes, one red and one green, collided in mid-air.
A huge roar rose into the sky, the air rolled violently, and invisible green and red winds swept in all directions.
In an instant, all the trees and weeds within a radius of tens of feet were affected by the strong wind and were uprooted one after another. Countless cracks appeared on the ground, as if it had been plowed hard, and sand and dust rose everywhere.
On the sea surface, the three closest vast ships were affected by the sweeping strong wind. The light runes on their surfaces turned down and shook violently, and there were bursts of exclamations.
Fortunately, the distance was quite far, and as the Great Ship of the Vast Sea, as a spiritual weapon-level ship, seemed to be blessed with some kind of defensive restrictions, it was not greatly affected after all.
There was a "boom"!
The blood-colored flame pillar suddenly collapsed, and the blue ancient sword was also bounced away.
Liu An made a move with one hand, and the pale golden ghost head flew back, hovering above his head.
The white light on the opposite side dimmed, revealing the figure of Wuchen Taoist sitting cross-legged on the blue gourd. There were three figures standing behind the blue gourd, an elegant Taoist, a young Taoist with a strange appearance, and a beautiful figure.
Taoist nun.
"Tengui Banner, I haven't seen you for so many years!"
Taoist Wuchen looked at the pale golden ghost head above Liu An's head and murmured to himself.
"Old Master Wuchen, you came quite quickly, but that's it for now," Liu An said.
"Haha, when Dongfang Xiantian used his heavenly cultivation to drive this treasure, he was no match for me. You still dare to act like a chariot today, you are really terrible!" Taoist Wuchen said, his arm flew through the air, and the blue ancient sword seemed to sense the master's state of mind.
, trembling slightly, the sword tip turned and pointed directly at the willow bank.
Liu An chuckled softly and flew towards Taoist Wuchen with his pale golden ghost head. Huge blood-colored spears rolled out from his mouth and chopped off Taoist Wuchen's head.
Taoist Wuchen waved one hand, and the blue ancient sword suddenly turned into numerous green sword shadows, facing the pale golden ghost head. At the same time, he said to the three people behind him:
"Leave this person to me, you three go and stop all those giant boats!"
The three of them agreed, and in a flash, they rushed towards the three giant boats where the scarred man was.
Liu An was startled and muttered something, wanting to use some other means to stop the three people.
However, at this moment, Taoist Wuchen moved his ten fingers together, and streams of blue light flew out from his fingertips and merged into the blue ancient sword.
A flash of light flashed on the surface of the ancient blue sword, and strands of blue sword energy were wrapped around the pale golden ghost's head like silk, making it unable to move.
Liu An's heart trembled, and he quickly collected his thoughts, not daring to have other thoughts, and concentrated on fighting Taoist Wuchen.
But I saw it open its mouth, spurt out a stream of blood essence, and disappear into the light golden ghost head in a flash.
Countless small runes appeared and flowed on the surface of the ghost head, and with a "boom", a scorching bloody flame was ignited, burning most of the green sword energy, and he escaped from the trap.
"I really underestimate you!" Seeing this, Taoist Wuchen snorted coldly and put away his slight contempt for Liu An.
Two figures, one blue and one white, sometimes soared into the sky, sometimes fell down, flying up and down in a fight, and from time to time they made earth-shaking loud noises.
On the other side, the elegant Taoist priest and three others rushed toward the giant boat in the vast sea that was closest to the shore.
Although the giant ship in the vast sea uses mana to drive the wind and its sailing speed is much higher than that of ordinary ships, it is still far behind the earth-level existence. It only takes a dozen breaths to catch up.
The elegant Taoist priest waved his hand, and a ray of purple light shot out into the sky. It transformed into a purple flying sword, exuding strong spiritual energy fluctuations. It was a spiritual weapon.
The purple flying sword let out a crisp sword cry, and emitted a dazzling purple sword energy. It condensed into the phantom of a purple giant sword several feet in size, and struck down the giant boat head-on.
The two hundred disciples on the giant boat looked pale. Once they were hit by the purple giant sword, the boat would be destroyed and everyone would be killed.
"stop!"
A gray figure flashed and stood in front of the purple giant sword. It was the scarred man, Palace Master Luo.
As soon as he finished speaking, a black light flew out of his hand, and a bone-white ring flew out of the black light, which seemed to be made from some kind of animal bone.