Not far away, the eyes of several ground realm cultivators who had restrained their aura fell on Huang Laoliu.
"What do you think he will choose?"
An old man wearing a purple robe looked to his side and whispered.
"Do we still have to choose?" A middle-aged man wearing a green robe with cloud patterns flashing on his clothes said calmly: "This step to ascend is no less than one step to the sky."
"As long as he stands side by side with Mr. Tang Chi today, he will get 10% of the credit for this battle."
"A mere mortal was actually invited by Mr. Tang Chi."
The middle-aged practitioner's words made people around him look at Huang Laoliu with envy and jealousy on their faces.
None of them were qualified to stand side by side with Tang Chi, but Huang Laoliu was invited.
"Who told him to be from the Jiuxuan Sword Sect..." The white-haired old man who spoke sighed softly.
Jiuxuan Sword Sect, the second of the Four Sword Sects in Western Xinjiang.
They, the outsiders, can only be envious.
Under the big tree, in front of the golden steps.
Huang Laoliu pondered for a long time before shaking his head.
"Senior Brother Tang, it's windy up there, so a mortal like me can't go up."
As soon as he finished speaking, both Tang Chi, who was standing on the top of the tree, and the powerful man from the distance who was paying attention, all changed their expressions.
A trace of cruelty flashed through Tang Chi's eyes, and he stared at Huang Laoliu, then nodded and said, "That's fine."
After saying that, he waved his hand and the golden steps disappeared.
Huang Laoliu took out an envelope and said loudly: "Senior Brother Tang, this is the letter that Taoist Taoist Qingfeng Guanfengxu asked me to deliver to you."
View of Qingfeng.
Fengxu Taoist.
This letter finally arrived.
Those powerful people in the realm looked at the letter in Huang Laoliu's hand, and then looked at Tang Chi.
This letter determined the direction of this life-and-death battle involving hundreds of thousands of practitioners.
Tang Chi waved his hand and the envelope fell into his palm.
Holding the envelope in his hand, he looked at Huang Laoliu and said, "What do you think this letter will say?"
Huang Laoliu shook his head and said, "I don't know what the letter said."
"I don't know what Senior Brother Tang would do."
"I just want to rescue Ping Mei."
After saying that, he took Gao Xiaoxuan in hand, turned around and left slowly.
The expression on Tang Chi's face kept changing as he held the envelope in his hand, and finally he snorted coldly.
He glanced into the distance, then moved and disappeared from where he was.
"Fool."
There is his whisper in the wind.
"What a fool." One of the several realm masters shook his head and whispered.
"He is indeed a mortal." Someone chuckled, turned around and left.
…
An hour later, a master from Yunchao Ridge went to the rebel camp and replied on behalf of Mr. Tang Chi of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect. Tomorrow at noon, he would open the road and let these traitors leave.
If you want to stay, stay.
Qingfengguan and several other sects had no objections.
In the big tent, listening to the noisy cheers outside, Tang Chi had a smile on his face.
"Your Majesty, we are just one step away." Behind him, a middle-aged man in a green robe said excitedly.
If Han Muye were here, he would definitely recognize this person's identity.
Qin Yuanhe.
Qin Yuanhe's cultivation was broken by his sword, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
At this time, Qin Yuanhe didn't have much cultivation, and his eyes were turbid.
"Don't call me Prince."
A look of disgust flashed across Tang Chi's face, and he said coldly: "I'm not interested in what you want."
"I want to resolve the dispute on Fengshou Mountain in one battle and become famous in Western Xinjiang. What you want is the passage under Yunchao Ridge."
"After this battle, we broke off our relationship."
Hearing Tang Chi's words, Qin Yuanhe nodded and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, once the power of the blood sacrifice breaks through this passage, the commander will lead us out of the Tianxuan world, and we will never contact you again."
"Of course, if the prince is willing, the commander would be more willing to take you out of this world."
"After all, you are his direct bloodline."
Tang Chi didn't speak, just turned around and walked out of the tent.
Outside the big tent, the cheers grew louder.
Qin Yuanhe, who was standing in the tent, shook his head with joy on his face.
"After planning for thousands of years, there is finally hope."
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In a leeward part of the mountain forest, a bonfire was burning.
The aroma of hare roasting on the fire fills the air.
Huang Laoliu tore off a piece of rabbit leg and handed it to Gao Xiaoxuan.
"Be careful, it's hot."
Gao Xiaoxuan nodded repeatedly, reached out eagerly to take it, and bit into it.
The little white fox was scratching at him, and seemed to be greedy.
"You said there is also a sealing force in Yunchaoling?" Huang Laoliu tore a small piece of meat, chewed it gently, and asked in a low voice.
His teeth have never been very good.
"Well, I only felt the existence of this closed town when I walked to Yunchao Ridge. The passage of the closed town here is much more hidden than that of Jiuxuan Mountain." Gao Xiaoxuan nodded and sent the bones that were quickly cleaned.
On the lips of the little white fox.
The little white fox doesn’t mind either.
Huang Laoliu looked at the bonfire in front of him, his eyes reflecting the swaying flames.
"I just want to save Ping Mei and then live a peaceful life as a mortal."
"I really don't want to let go of the unpredictable power of the lockdown."
After hearing his words, Gao Xiaoxuan looked up at him.
The little white fox also stared at Huang Laoliu with his eyes wide open.
…
On the second day, the sun rose from the east and gradually hung in the sky.
Noon.
In front of Yunchao Ridge, groups of rebel cultivators looked nervous and walked slowly forward.
In a place like this where there are many powerful people, not even the powerful ones dare to fly away rashly.
If you are in mid-air, you might be ambushed.
"Mr. Tang Chi, we are here as agreed."
"I hope you can give us a way out."
Standing in front of the group of traitors was an old man wearing gray robes with a breath that rose to the sky.
The third level of golden elixir.
With this level of cultivation, even a large sect can become an elder.
With this old man in the lead and several strong men from the ground around him, they boosted the morale of the rebel army.
"Haha, Sect Leader Hao, you really don't want to consider staying?"
"The conditions offered by this young master are not lower than those offered by Nanhuang, right?"
Tang Chi's voice came, and Tang Chi stood on a piece of sycamore tree, flanked by several earth realm masters guarding him.
"Mr. Tang, as the saying goes, a good horse never turns back to eat grass. I won't stop them if they want to stay. If they don't want to, I hope Mr. Tang will give them a way to live." The old man in gray robe looked at Tang Chi and said loudly.
Tang Chi nodded and raised his hand.
In the forest behind him, streaks of blood and spiritual light rose up, and then dispersed, leaving a passage.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Joy flashed on the face of the old man in gray robe, he nodded, moved his body, and ran forward.
Others quickly followed suit.
Many practitioners seemed unwilling to leave and stayed where they were.
In a short time, there were already tens of thousands of practitioners running in the mountains and forests.
Tang Chi, who was standing on the top of the tree, had a faint smile on his face.
"boom--"
There was a distant roar from the sky.
That is the location of Fengshou Mountain.
The clouds in the sky kept rolling.
Those fleeing traitors ran quickly, trying to leave as quickly as possible.
"wrong!"
Suddenly, the expression of the gray-robed old man in front changed and he roared: "There is a formation!"
As his voice fell, green auras of light rose around him.
Mist and flames rose, covering all those who were running away.
Figures wearing red armor appeared in the fog one after another, holding long spears, with dark shadows of demonic cows emerging from their bodies.
"boom--"
The old man in gray robe who led the rebel army was heavily repelled by a spear.
An old man wearing black armor strode forward with a spear in his hand. He raised his hand and struck a blow, knocking several land masters into vomiting blood.
"Red Flame——"
The old man shouted lowly.
"Decision——"
Countless shouts echoed in the mist.
In the mist, I don't know how many people were killing silently.
Outside the mountains and forests, both the rebels who stayed behind and the masters who came with Tang Chi watched silently.
They couldn't see the mist, they only saw figures in red armor rushing into the forest, killing the dizzy practitioners.
These people are Tang Chi's back-up men!
Suddenly, everyone was slightly startled.
The original smile on Tang Chi's face also faded, revealing a ruthless expression.
"boom--"
Huang Laoliu, holding a long sword, walked through the mountains and forests. With one stroke of his sword, he cut open a few feet of space in front of him.
With one strike of his sword, both trees and practitioners were cut off.
At this time, there was a repressive power in his body.
With one slash of his sword, the power of the formation dissipated in a space of hundreds of feet.
Practitioners who were originally wandering around can find their direction.
"Follow him!"
Someone whispered, following behind Huang Laoliu.
Huang Laoliu swung the long sword in his hand and suddenly cut through the confusion in front of him.
"Mei Ping..."
The fog dissipated. Among the dozens of practitioners in front, the female practitioner with her hands locked and disheveled hair was not Lu Qingping.
At this time, in Lu Qingping's eyes, Huang Laoliu's figure approaching with a sword really looked like a god.
"Brother Zhenxiong..."
Tears flowed from Lu Qingping's eyes.
From the time he deliberately sold the sword and left clues, to later hearing that Sixth Brother had come down the mountain, people were everywhere looking for Sixth Sister-in-law.
Lu Qingping did not dare to let others know that it was her that Huang Laoliu was looking for.
But she was happy in her heart and waited secretly.
At that time, she looked forward to Huang Laoliu wearing golden armor and walking on the clouds every day.
But she didn't expect that the situation would become like this, that her identity would be exposed, and Qingfengguan and other rebel sects would use her as a bargaining chip.
At this time, Lu Qingping was most afraid of Huang Laoliu coming to save her.
Fortunately, the army gathered by Huang Laoliu was recruited. With Huang Laoliu's own strength, he would definitely not be able to come.
But now, Huang Laoliu was standing in front of her.
"Brother Zhenxiong, you are so stupid..." Lu Qingping shed tears and spoke with a smile.
Huang Laoliu also smiled, missing his front teeth.
"Canglang——"
A long sword was pressed against Lu Qingping's neck. The gloomy Taoist Feng Xu gritted his teeth and looked at Huang Laoliu: "Take us out of here."
"Or I'll kill her."
Lu Qingping shook her head.
Huang Laoliu nodded.
With a sweep of his long sword, Huang Laoliu turned around and ran.
Taoist Fengxu looked happy, grabbed Lu Qingping, and led the others to follow her.
The fog seemed not to affect Huang Laoliu at all. He cut a path with his sword and headed out of the mountain forest.
Standing on the top of the tree, Tang Chi looked ugly.
It can be seen from outside that more and more people are gathering behind Huang Laoliu, and the red-armored soldiers who attacked and killed with the power of the fog can no longer suppress them.
"Huang Laoliu, are you really going to betray Jiuxuan Sword Sect?"
Tang Chi gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.
Huang Laoliu paused in his steps and stood there.
"Sixth Brother, I am here in Jiuxuan Mountain."
At this moment, a clear voice came.
In mid-air, a stream of light cut through the fog and hung quietly over the mountain forest.
He has a fluttering white shirt, white hair on his temples, and two blue and purple swords on his back.
The sword watcher of Jiuxuan Sword Gate and Sword Pavilion is Han Muye.
"Brother." Huang Laoliu grinned and slashed down the sword in his hand.