On the mountainside of Wutong Peak, the heavy rain has no intention of stopping!
Half a quarter of an hour later, all the Zhao clan members gathered here began to disperse in an orderly manner to various parts of the mountain. They were about to shoulder their responsibilities and make final preparations before the war.
Even though he knew that the enemies he was about to face were the two major Jindan families, and even though he knew that most of them would sacrifice their lives for the family after this battle,... no one chose to back down at this moment.
As the heavy rain poured down, a tragic atmosphere gradually spread throughout Wutong Peak!
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That huge building was the ancestral hall of the Zhao family in Wutong Mountain, and Zhao Yiheng and the other three elders of the family were located in it.
The four of them looked at the genealogy and plaque in the middle of the ancestral hall for a long time, and finally turned to look at each other sideways.
After a short silence, Zhao Yiheng said to one of the old men:
"Uncle Thirteen, have things been arranged?"
The old man he called his thirteenth uncle was named Zhao Yuanji, a monk of the Zhao Jiayuan generation, and his cultivation level was also the highest in the family except Zhao Yiheng.
It is very close to the late stage of foundation building.
Zhao Yuanji:
"Don't worry, all arrangements are made according to what you said, Yi Heng. Judging from the situation we have detected so far, it should not be noticed by Qingyuan Mountain and Taiqiu Mountain."
Hearing this news, Zhao Yiheng's originally heavy heart felt a little relieved. This was the last thing he could do for his family.
Then he quickly calmed down and looked at the tribesman with the lowest cultivation level and the youngest generation here.
This person's name is Zhao Yingque, his cultivation is in the early stage of foundation building, one generation younger than Zhao Yiheng, and he is also a new member of the foundation stage clan whom Zhao Yiheng supported after he took over the family.
After the war launched by the Corpse Ghost Sect against the monsters in Hengduanfang City, the Zhao family's strength was greatly damaged. Not only did the most powerful clan leader, Zhao Tianqi, die, but there were only three elders in the foundation-building stage left in the family.
And Zhao Yiheng took over the family from his ninth uncle, Zhao Tianqi.
After that, he got the opportunity to enter the later stage of foundation building, and under the influence of this opportunity, the family gave birth to two new elders in the foundation building stage.
One is Zhao Yuanlin, who ranked eleventh in the Yuan generation and has passed away.
And the other one is Zhao Yingque, who is of the Ying generation.
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Zhao Yiheng said to Zhao Yingque:
"Now that Uncle Thirteen has made arrangements, the family's future hopes may have to be entrusted to you!"
Zhao Yingque remembered the plan that his fifteenth uncle Zhao Yiheng told him a few days ago, and now he understood it. His face looked sad and angry, but he hesitated to speak.
In the end, he just bowed and clasped his fists:
"Uncle Fifteen, don't worry, Yingque will definitely live up to his trust."
Zhao Yiheng nodded, and then looked at the last person among the four.
This person's name is Zhao Yizhi, he is in the middle stage of foundation building and is a monk of the Zhao family in Wutong Peak. He is also the third brother of Zhao Yiheng.
However, he and Zhao Yizhi just looked at each other for a while, wanting to say something, but what should be said and arranged had already been said, so in the end he just nodded slightly towards the latter and said nothing more.
Zhao Yiheng did not stay in the ancestral hall for long before he asked the three family elders to leave. After all, a war was imminent and manpower was needed at every location.
He was the only one left inside the empty ancestral hall. Zhao Yiheng looked around and stayed quietly for a while.
When the time was almost up, he bowed to the genealogy enshrined in the ancestral hall and recited silently:
"The success or failure of the family depends on this. If something unexpected happens... please don't blame me, my ancestors. Yi Heng... Yi Heng did his best!"
After saying that, he straightened up. All the unnecessary emotions on his face had disappeared, leaving only indifference and perseverance.
He turned decisively and rolled his sleeves. When he stepped out of the gate of the ancestral hall, he looked up into the sky and saw that the rain outside had not diminished at all.
In this rain curtain, Zhao Yi flew up and directly reached the edge of the mountain guarding light curtain. There, he stood suspended in the air, looking at the six medium-sized airships speeding towards Wutong Peak in the black rainy night.
"The Wang Family of Qingyuan Mountain!"
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Outside the light blue protective screen of Wutong Peak are the Wang family of Qingyuan Mountain, the Li family of Taiqiu Mountain, and countless casual cultivators who want to take a bite.
Within the light blue light curtain that protects the mountain, there is only one family, the Zhao family, with only four monks in the foundation building stage and 442 monks in the Qi refining stage.
This is not an evenly matched battle. It certainly cannot be an evenly matched battle. If it were evenly matched, this battle would never happen.
Whether they are high-level monks or low-level monks, the Zhao family is at an absolute disadvantage. Many of the Qi Refining Stage tribesmen guarding the mountain are still young people who have not reached the fifth level of Qi Refining.
However, those sent by the Wang family of Qingyuan Mountain and the Li family of Taiqiu Mountain to participate in the war naturally do not have such low-level monks. Most of them are in the late stage of Qi refining.
Therefore, judging from the number of monks on both sides of the offense and defense, the Zhao family does not seem to have much disadvantage, but in fact, when you look at the specific cultivation level of each monk, you will find that there is almost an insurmountable gap between the two sides.
of the gap.
In this situation, the only thing the Wutong Peak Zhao family can rely on is the defensive formation at the family gate and the accumulation of knowledge accumulated by the family's ancestors over hundreds of years.
In the rainy night, the six flying boats had stopped, and then many monks jumped out from them, and six of them were suspended in mid-air.
The Wang family of Qingyuan Mountain has arrived!
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To the northwest, when a huge explosion sounded, all the Li clan members stood up from the boulder.
They all turned their heads and looked in the direction of Wutong Peak. At this time, a huge red fireball had exploded on the light cyan light curtain, turning half of the sky into fiery red, and countless raindrops had not yet landed.
It was evaporated by the terrifying high temperature.
Seeing this, Li Changji knew that the time had come. Following his order, all the Li clan members jumped on the flying boats and black turtles and headed towards the place where the battle began.
Half a quarter of an hour later, when the monks of the Li family also arrived at the outside of the light curtain protecting Wutong Peak, the battle of genocide finally started!
It will rain heavily tonight, there will be a lot of blood, and many people will die, but no one will think of these at this moment, but they are all thinking about how to end this battle as quickly as possible!
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Outside the Li family ancestral hall in Taiqiu Mountain, Li Qingshui and his seventh uncle Li Changzhi walked out and stood under the eaves.
The two looked at each other, and Li Qingshui bowed slightly again:
"I'll leave this matter to Uncle Qi. Please be careful. Also, if you see Third Brother, tell me that the plan can be implemented!"
Li Changzhi did not speak, but looked at Li Qingshui with an incomprehensible expression. Finally, he gave a faint hum and left, disappearing into the night.
At this time, the rain was pattering outside. The rainwater hit the roof, making a dense and tight sound, and then followed the gaps between the tiles to form a stream of rain falling from the eaves.
It was pitch dark outside the ancestral hall, and the wind blew in from outside the mountain, causing Li Qingshui's clothes to dance gently backwards.
He stared at the rain curtain in the dark night, suddenly took a few steps forward, walked to the steps, stretched out one of his palms, and felt the coolness of the rain in the rain curtain.
Li Qingshui was expressionless. He retracted his hand and looked up to the northeast. In a trance, he could still see the departing figure of his seventh uncle. He had a trace of sadness on his face and murmured softly: