Wutong Peak stands majestically in this world. Its peak is steep and towering into the clouds, with many buildings dotting it from bottom to top.
Between the rocks, there is occasionally a piece of flat land where countless new or immature spiritual plants grow.
The mountain wind is lingering and the stars are cold. Looking from a distance, Wutong Peak looks like a towering black sword.
...
Under the interplay of moonlight and starlight, more than a hundred Li clan members led by Li Changji finally stopped above a sudden boulder in the dense forest, and then slowly landed the flying boat on it.
This place is located in the northwest of Wutong Peak, and is very close to the Zhao family's mountain gate. You can even reach the light curtain outside Wutong Peak in less than half an hour by flying forward.
After the Haiji flying boat landed on the boulder, Li Changji jumped out and came to Xuangui. At this time, the tribesmen on the turtle's back also jumped down from it and bowed to salute. Li Xuangang was the last one.
came down.
He stood still on the top of the boulder and looked back at the black turtle that he was forcing to make the long journey.
He found that although the latter kept complaining to him with his spiritual consciousness along the way, judging from its current state, there was actually no great loss of spiritual power. It is estimated that even if it flies like this for another half a month, it will not
What's the big deal?
So once he was sure that there was nothing wrong with Xuangui, Li Xuangang immediately turned his head, stood next to Li Changji, and said softly:
"Eighth uncle."
Li Changji looked at Wutong Peak in front of him through the gap in the dense forest, and nodded lightly in response.
At this moment, the other two flying boats: the Heisen flying boat and the Mo Qing flying boat had already hovered, and the remaining Li clan members also came out of the cabin and stood on the boulder.
Li Qinghuan, who was in the middle stage of foundation building, and Li Xuanyuan, who was in the late stage of foundation building, made sure that all clan members were fine, and then walked to stand beside Li Changji and Li Xuangang.
After watching for a while, Li Changji withdrew his gaze and turned to face the three of them.
"You probably all saw what happened on the way here. The situation around here is very chaotic now."
"There are casual cultivators, there are monks from other ordinary foundation-building families, there are monks from the Qi Refining family...and the Wang family will definitely send some of their clansmen to investigate the situation and seize resources. As for the Pan family and the Hu family, although they have not yet
Express your stance, but that may not mean you won’t intervene at the last minute.”
"In such a chaotic situation, the Zhao family may have other backup plans... Qing Huan!"
"Yes, Uncle Eighth."
Li Qinghuan responded to Li Changji, and then the latter continued:
"Qing Huan, please take some people to take a look. I don't need to tell you what to do. You should know it yourself, and the actual situation may be different from what we have seen along the way. If we encounter... you can adapt to the situation when the time comes.
That’s it.”
Li Qinghuan bowed his hands in agreement, then turned and walked towards the crowd behind.
By the time he jumped off the boulder and went deep into the dense forest, he was followed by more than a dozen tribesmen who were in the late stage of Qi refining.
Li Changji watched them leave, and after he could no longer detect any of their breath within the scope of his spiritual consciousness, he turned to Li Xuangang and spoke:
"Xuan Gang."
"Yes, eighth uncle."
"The specific situation around Wutong Peak is still unclear. Although we have the advantage, we have to guard against the Zhao family's special methods. I'm afraid it will be hard for you to investigate next."
"Eighth uncle, don't worry."
When Li Xuangang also led eight clansmen in the Qi refining stage towards Wutong Peak, Li Changji finally turned around and ordered the clansmen behind him to find a place to meditate and practice. It is very likely that a big battle will come soon.
It might be tonight, it might be tomorrow, but it will come eventually!
...
The wind at night was a bit cold, making Xuangui feel a little uncomfortable when it blew over.
It lay on the boulder and looked around, faintly sensing many powerful auras, each of which was enough to threaten its life.
And not only that, he also felt a trace of nervousness from the dozens of Li clan members around him... Well, not everyone was nervous, some were scared, some were excited, and some
There is some anxiety, such as Li Changji.
At this moment, the Black Turtle wants to return to Linghu Peak. The atmosphere here is too depressing, and it feels that its life is threatened.
Just as the Black Turtle was thinking wildly, a black figure walked over and sat down next to its head.
It’s Li Yuheng!
"nervous?"
Hearing this pleasant voice, Xuangui turned to look at him with some doubts, his eyes widened.
Li Yuheng smiled, turned sideways, put a hand on its head, pulled it over, and then leaned over and whispered softly:
"It may be very dangerous later. Do you want to listen to me and teach you a way to save your life?"
The Black Turtle had a natural affinity for Li Yuheng, so it believed in what he said. After the latter finished speaking, it felt that something was wrong, but with its intelligence, it could not figure out what was wrong.
Therefore, under Li Yuheng's encouragement, it slowly nodded.
There should be various rustling sounds in the dense forest at night, but after everyone in the Li family stayed here, these sounds completely disappeared, and there was a strange tranquility all around.
In this tranquility, Li Yuheng finally patted Xuan Gui's black head, and then stood up from where he was.
In the night wind, he had a slender figure, long hair flying, and a handsome face. After looking at the light blue light on the other side of Wutong Peak for a while, he moved his gaze upwards and looked at the starry night sky.
At this moment, he recalled in his mind the encounter he had with his seventeenth uncle Li Qingshui before setting off, and then thought of the content of that conversation, with a strange curve in the corner of his mouth:
"What on earth is that? I'm a little curious now!"
Starlight was thrown onto Li Yuheng's body, and pieces of soft light appeared on his black clothes, while his face was gradually hidden in these starlight.
...
...
Wutong Peak is not an isolated peak. There are two shorter side peaks on both sides of it, each of which has a second-level low-grade spiritual vein.
At this time, outside a huge building on the mountainside of Wutong Peak, a group of monks stood in darkness on a flat ground, all wearing the same style of hidden black clothes.
No one spoke, they just looked forward quietly. It was a platform located on five steps. On the platform stood four figures of different heights. They were Wutongfeng Zhao
The family elder of the family.
The atmosphere was depressing and the expressions were solemn. All the Zhao clan members present were very aware of the severe situation the family was facing at this moment!
In fact, when the news came out in Fangshi before, they had some vague speculations in their minds.
It wasn't until the patriarch Zhao Yiheng and the others issued a clan order that this terrible guess became a reality. Then, as expected, they encountered many ambushes on their way back to the family.
Even the caravans and tribesmen they sent from the family to various Dafang cities were severely blocked by the Wang family of Qingyuan Mountain. The latter trapped the Zhao family members on Wutong Peak for life, unless a large number of tribesmen were dispatched to rescue them.
Only by breaking through can it be possible to break through the Wang family's blockade.
But that undoubtedly means that the family has given up on the mountain gate, and there will be no Zhao family in Wutong Peak from now on.
Moreover, without the protection of the mountain gate, a large number of tribesmen will be massacred by the Wang family and the Li family in various places. It can be expected that they will have few effective means of resistance.
Therefore, almost all the Zhao family members can only stay on Wutong Peak, waiting for the war to come.
If the clan leader's arrangement is really effective, maybe the family still has a chance to survive!
...
Of course Zhao Yiheng knew what the hundreds of tribesmen below were thinking, and he was also very aware of the situation at this time. He did not speak immediately, but remained silent.
Because after this battle, most of the hundreds of tribesmen in front of him would die, and he wanted to watch it for one last time.
Although Zhao Yiheng knew that this result was bound to happen, he had no way to stop it, which made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.
The light cyan light curtain outside the peak did not block the raindrops that suddenly appeared in the sky, but allowed the cold night rain to fall down unbridled.
It started as a drizzle, then gradually intensified, until each drop could create a bubble in the puddles on the ground.
In this heavy rain, he finally ended his silence, walked a few steps forward, and did not stop until he reached the edge of the steps.
Looking at the silent and depressed tribesmen in front of him, he choked up and then said loudly:
"Now that the family is in decline and surrounded by wolves, the 900-year-old foundation of our Zhao family is at stake."
"Whether it's the Wang family in Qingyuan Mountain or the Li family in Taiqiu Mountain, no one wants to swallow us up."
"Even the other foundation-building families, Qi-refining families, and casual cultivators around us all want to tear a piece of flesh from our Wutong Peak."
"Clan members connected by blood, a mountain gate that has been passed down from generation to generation...a legacy that has lasted for nine hundred years...and now we have reached the most critical moment!"
"This is a battle that concerns the life and death of the family. Are you...are you ready to fight?"
"Fight for Wutong Peak!"
"Fight for the ancestors of the family!"
"Fight for our nine-hundred-year-old foundation!"
The tone gradually became more intense, and by the end, Zhao Yiheng was flying and hovering in the air, letting the heavy rain soak him.
His voice is as clear as a rainbow and his momentum is strong!
The crowd that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out. After a brief silence, a uniform voice sounded like thunder in the mountains of Wutong Peak:
"Fight for the honor of your name!"
"Fight for the inheritance of generations!"
"Fight for the blood connection!"
"Fight~~~"
The majestic sound echoed in the mountains for a long time. At this time, all the Zhao clan members were standing in the heavy rain. Their whole bodies were soaked, but they did not feel cold.
But as the last moment approached, the anger in their hearts was ignited, and they all abandoned all previous negative emotions.
Here, from this moment on, they must shoulder their responsibilities to the family.
The hair was completely soaked, strands were tangled, and water droplets kept dripping down the ends of the hair.
Zhao Yiheng looked at the tribesmen below, his face was covered with water marks!