Early the next morning, Ning Chen had fully recovered. Mo Tianhong invited him to the main hall, where several elders were waiting.
"Brother Ning, let me introduce you." Mo Tianhong chuckled softly.
He had also seen Ning Chen's strength yesterday. He was able to challenge Hong Peng with his early stage cultivation. He was also a monk with unparalleled talent and amazing combat power. He was preparing for the two parties to get to know each other and communicate, but
But everyone suddenly felt the formation covering the valley shaking!
Mo Tianhong's eyes sparkled.
"Enemy attack!" Immediately afterwards, a roar came from everyone's ears.
Everyone's expressions changed suddenly, and they rushed out of the main hall, only to hear the elders on duty shouting loudly, "Elders, quickly go to where your respective formation flags are, and stabilize the formation!"
In the blink of an eye, half of the elders following Mo Tianhong were gone, but the remaining half were either looking at the formation or eyeing Ning Chen!
"It can't be Brother Ning." Mo Tianhong felt everyone's eyes, so he turned around and glanced at everyone, with a rare hint of majesty on his delicate face.
"But he is the only outsider. He only arrived yesterday, and we were surrounded today. Who is he?" A monk in the early stage of Condensation said angrily.
"Tong Bing, shut up. It shouldn't be this fellow Taoist. There is no need for him to put himself in danger." An old man with a ruddy face but extremely weathered eyes said in a deep voice, "Besides, it is impossible for Duan Mansion in Xiangshan to take Duan Yao's money.
Life is the game."
This old man with the late Ning Yuan cultivation level was obviously of a very high status, and he did not doubt Ning Chen. He had been observing the changes in the formation just now.
However, at this time, many monks in the Jinhua Sect had become frightened. Although some old men spoke out, many people still did not withdraw their suspicious eyes.
Ning Chen had no expression on his face, didn't care, let alone defended. To be honest, this kind of thing happened, and it was reasonable to doubt him.
Fortunately, Mo Tianhong and another Supreme Elder were not too confused, otherwise Ning Chen would have had no choice but to escape.
At this time, the concealment formation covering the valley has been broken. What is now activated is the defensive formation. Golden light turned into layers of light curtains. With the blessing of many Condensation Stage monks, the entire valley was firmly protected. Although outside
The attack continued, but the formation was not shaken at all.
Mo Tianhong took out a bronze mirror, and the seal in his hand changed. The bronze mirror connected to the formation suddenly grew in size, and soon turned into a large mirror about ten feet wide, showing the situation outside the formation.
Although the angle was wrong, Ning Chen could still clearly see the scene outside.
"It's the Blood River Sect and the Cloud Ghost Sect!" a monk said with a frown.
At this moment, Ning Chen saw the monk headed by the Blood River Sect speak, and his voice came through the formation.
"I don't know which old friends are hiding here. Mr. Song personally came to visit us. Why don't you guys meet them?"
"Old Ghost Song, long time no see." The elder with a vicissitude of eyes said indifferently, his voice was not loud, but he sent him away from a distance.
"Who am I? It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Zeng. During the battle of Jinhua Sect that day, you, Fellow Daoist Shui, and Fellow Daoist Ping left without a fight, without a trace, but they made me wait to find them. I don't know if the other two fellow Daoists were
Here?" Blood River Sect Song Jue laughed loudly.
Elder Zeng did not continue the verbal dispute with him, but just said to Mo Tianhong, "Sect Master, the other party has two late-stage Condensation Yuans coming. The old man will fight to the death to hold them back. You can take the remaining people and leave."
"Why are you leaving? The strength of the people coming here is not much higher than ours. If we fight to the death, we will definitely win!" A monk following Mo Tianhong said loudly.
"Shut up!" Elder Zeng said angrily, "How much capital do we still have if we fight to the death? How many people in the Jinhua Sect are left? If we fight to the death, how many more can we have left!"
Seeing the panicked disciples running out of the wooden huts in the valley, the monk's face froze, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes almost shed tears, but he endured it in the end.
Seeing Mo Tianhong's silence, Elder Zeng became a little anxious and urged again, "Sect Master, we should continue to stop and suffer the chaos. The most important thing now is to survive and then take revenge, not to fight to the death!"
"I know." Mo Tianhong nodded, "But if we don't fight, our morale will only become weaker and weaker. If we escape a few more times, we will really become ground rats.
If we are not mentioned at that time, how can these Qi Refining Stage disciples make any progress? We will only become weaker and weaker, and eventually we will disappear completely from history like most of the sects that were wiped out before."
Seeing everyone's solemn expressions, obviously listening, Mo Tianhong continued, "There is another question, which is how the other party found us. If we don't figure it out, they will find us again sooner or later."
A monk behind him curled his lips, glanced sideways at Ning Chen, and whispered, "How else can we find it? Someone can lead the way."
Mo Tianhong was also a little helpless. He naturally believed in Ning Chen, but if he didn't figure this out, not only would they continue to be in danger in the future, but it would also create a gap between Ning Chen and the Jinhua Sect.
"But we shouldn't be here for the last battle. If we are well prepared then, wouldn't it be good for the sect leader to lead people to ambush the opponent?" Elder Zeng frowned and advised in a low voice.
There is no problem with the last battle, but once the war starts, who knows how many disciples will be affected. The Jinhua Sect can no longer afford to lose.
Mo Tianhong looked back at Ning Chen, "Brother Ning, I'm sorry, it was us who caused you trouble, but now Mo still has something to entrust to Brother Ning."
"But take some disciples of your noble sect and leave here?" Ning Chen asked.
"Exactly." Mo Tianhong said solemnly, "We have a hiding place eight hundred miles away. Brother Ning can just put them there. They know the place."
Ning Chen shook his head, "It's not difficult to escape, but how do you know it's safe there? I think you'd better figure out why they found this place first."
"That's easy to say. How do you figure it out? Just ask?" the monk complained in a low voice.
"Yes, ask directly." Ning Chen replied, then looked at Elder Zeng, "Senior, let's see your acting skills."
"What?" Elder Zeng looked confused.
"Now that they have a chance to win, I think the one from the Blood River Sect is very proud. If you act more outwardly strong and innerly cowardly, maybe he will tell you something even more proud and continue to attack you." Ning Chen
said.
"The villain dies because he talks too much. There's nothing to lose anyway. Why don't you give it a try?"
Elder Zeng blinked and saw Mo Tianhong nodding, and then turned to Shui Jing.
After brewing his emotions for a while, Elder Zeng spoke in a low voice, with a hint of despair, a hint of resentment, and a hint of spite that would never let go of the other party, "If Brother Shui and Brother Heping were here, how could I allow you to be arrogant!
Old Ghost Song, no matter how you found us today, even if you can destroy us today, I will still break a few of your teeth!"