As the first monk ran away, like an ant nest collapsing a bank, the monks who had huddled together for warmth collapsed in an instant, and everyone rushed towards the outside of the Spiritual Mirror Sacrifice as if they were risking their lives.
"Let's go!"
As soon as Xiao Luo made a decision, La and Qingyun called on Yao Mengxun to rush out together.
After experiencing the explosion of white jade pendants twice, the dome of the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice seemed to be showing signs of collapse. The altar was already located underground. If a rock collapse occurred, all of them would be in trouble.
Fortunately, the Spiritual Mirror Sacrifice is large enough, and the top-down corridor is spacious enough, otherwise these monks would definitely cause a mess with people trampling on them.
The huge sound caused by the explosion of the white jade pendant also made the people stationed outside the Spirit Mirror Festival realize something. Fortunately, Zhizhengtang, Jing Citian and the Ershao Gang were relatively restrained at first, and everyone Didn't dare to attack rashly.
Otherwise, one has to go in and the other has to go out, and it is inevitable that a river of blood will flow under the fierce collision.
This group of monks are all juniors in the Hundred Meridians Realm, and most of them are from small sects or sects, or simply are casual cultivators. They do not have any flying magic weapons at all, so the scene of more than a hundred monks swarming out is quite scary. ,.
However, after coming out, the monks in the cave could not avoid having close contact with the large number of people outside.
There was a brief silence, followed by a roar that resounded through the sky:
"Everyone, run away!"
Human nature is so wonderful sometimes. Just now, I was shouting and fighting over you and me, but now I can shout "Everyone, run away" for the sake of others' survival. I don't know if it is sincere or fake.
As more and more monks escaped from the entrance, the people outside could no longer sit still, and they all sent out their respective forces to capture people.
As early as on the way here, they all knew the rumors about the treasures hidden in the Spirit Mirror Festival.
At first, the monks who followed the big forces didn't care about the small profits. Instead of working hard not knowing whether they would have enough food and clothing, it was better to work for people, which was safe and reliable and still had some soup.
But now that a treasure land has been found, it means that someone must have been blessed by chance, and the higher-ups have approved the legal murder and seizure of treasures. Isn't it natural to do such a good thing?
Even if it is not for the treasure, it is good to attract more talents. Therefore, several forces have unanimously planned to capture these monks first.
As Xiao Luoyi expected, a bigger riot is still to come!
Once they escape, how can the wolves outside let these fat sheep go?
As time went by, the monks started fighting in the inexplicable chaos.
The swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, the spiritual power, light arrows, and the colorful clouds are beautiful, but they always reveal the temptation of death, as well as the sweetness and warmth of blood after being spilled.
There were only three inconspicuous figures, carefully avoiding attention and silently walking quickly towards the men and horses stationed in the distance.
One of their eyes was compassionate, one was gentle, and the other was cold.
The sun and moon have no light in the thirty-three realms. Only the rotation of stars can connect the alternation of day and night, just like A and B fighting on the battlefield.
Due to the changes in the earth's crust, the magma zone has been covered by the closed earth, but it is reflected by the twinkling stars. The red blood on the surface is once again like rolling lava, and the viscous temperature stimulates everyone's nerves.
The living people are sure that they are the protagonists in the story, and the dying ones never want to close their eyes. The broken weapons explode with hot heat, but the wounds flow out with a thin coolness.
All silence is tinged with madness, craving for hope amid greed.
Jing Citian cooperates with Er Shao Gang.
The two groups of people who were originally on opposite sides of good and evil actually sat peacefully opposite each other. The scene was indescribably weird and harmonious.
The two leaders are naturally Yao Pofeng, who is dressed in divine attire, and Lu Donglin, a young man in monk robe who temporarily takes over as the leader of Jing Citian.
In fact, just looking at the formations, the two parties are quite similar, that is, they are both a bit of a "mixed bag".
However, in front of the long table, the Second Young Master's Gang had a lot more blood on their bodies than the monk Jing Citian opposite, which showed that they had experienced horrific killings.
The two leaders are also quite similar. They both have pale faces. Lu Donglin's face is tired, while Yao Pofeng's is sickly, just like a pair of brothers in need.
"Brother Po Feng, although I am very grateful to you for blocking Zhizhengtang's fierce attack for us, I still have to say it first."
"Brother Donglin, speak directly if you have anything to say!"
After finishing speaking, Yao Pofeng raised his legs and banged the table, then leaned back on the chair behind him, narrowed his eyes provocatively, and glanced at Han Yu who was behind Lu Donglin, his expression was indescribable. Han Yufei, who was in need of a beating, was about to explode with rage. He gritted his teeth and said secretly:
"Mad, I should have killed you scoundrel right away. If it hadn't been for those black monks who came out of nowhere, would you have survived until now? You're really lucky!"
Han Yu's eyes were about to burst into flames but could not burst into flames. Yao Pofeng felt secretly happy when he saw this, and a mean expression slowly appeared on his face. Before Lu Donglin could open his mouth, the guy twisted. He twisted his neck and said exaggeratedly:
"Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the pearls on this golden crown are too heavy, and my neck is uncomfortable."
As soon as he said these words, Hua Yumian beside him couldn't help but frown and pinched him hard. Only then did he shut up angrily. Lu Donglin's eyelids jumped at the sight, and he resisted the urge to hit someone. Feeling the urge, he said depressedly:
"Young Dong Lin can only serve as the leader of the disciples for the time being. If Uncle Master returns to the camp later, all the power will be returned to her hands. Therefore, she will make the final decision regarding the alliance. Please tell me. Brother Feng Haihan.”
Lu Donglin's words were rather tactful. Although he was grateful for the other party's generosity, to put it bluntly, this was just Yao Pofeng's hot-headed wishful thinking. Jing Citian had never asked him for help.
Even though everyone understands the principle of losing one's lips and teeth, some things still have to be decided by the leader. If Fairy Yao thinks that good and evil are at odds with each other and becomes ruthless, don't take it out on me.
"Haha, it doesn't matter. The most important thing now is whether fellow Taoist Yao Mengxun is really in the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice?"
Yao Pofeng laughed and waved his hand nonchalantly, secretly thinking that you, a pretty boy, don't know what you are doing. How can my old sister fall out with me?
"Well, that's for sure! You may not believe it when I tell you. The secret at the core of the ancient ruins that we are exploring is actually a stone gate. There is no inheritance of Qilin Ya's skills at all, and it was the stone gate that gave Uncle Shi It was teleported to the Spiritual Mirror Sacrifice, as all of us Yuanhua Realm monks who have entered the core can testify to this!"
As if he was afraid that Yao Pofeng would miss that fictitious inheritance, Lu Donglin quickly explained.
"Oh? Shimen? Teleportation?"
Yao Pofeng blinked, as if he didn't believe it.
"It's absolutely true! Fellow Taoist Han Yu, you and Brother Po Feng are from the same sect, tell me!"
"Damn, why do you have to tell me?"
Han Yu almost scolded his mother in his heart, but fortunately he was not a young man without any dignity. Even though his fists clenched loudly, he still said:
"Well, Fellow Taoist Dong Lin is right. These days, Fairy Yao set up the formation just to open the stone door and explore its secrets, but she was teleported away for some reason."
"Well, it turns out that's it. Very good, very good. This young man, Xiao Han, is relatively reliable. I believe it, I believe it."
Yao Pofeng made such serious comments that Han Yu almost went berserk.
Hua Yumian could even see that bursts of green smoke had begun to rise from Han Yu's head, and his face was red from suppressing it, as if it was about to explode at any moment.
"Pfft~"
Seeing this situation, the petite and cute Hua Yumian couldn't hold it back. She burst into laughter and quickly covered her mouth. Unfortunately, everyone's eyes were still focused on her. In the huge camp You can hear the needle drop.
"Ahem, don't worry, my wife has been feeling unwell lately, and sometimes she feels like vomiting. You know what that means!"
"Who is your wife!"
After listening to Yao Pofeng's words, Hua Yumian blushed so much that blood dripped from her face.
This bastard actually said what she said. She was so angry that she ignored her ladylike image and left five bright red little finger prints on Yao Pofeng's cheek with a snap.
"Hahahaha~"
But this time, more than one person laughed out loud.
Especially Han Yu, whose voice was so deafening that it was as if he had practiced a lion's roar. It shook the tea cups on the table and splashed water. He blurted out:
"You, a naughty bitch, will have your day!"
Immediately afterwards, a huge ping-pong sound came from the camp.
Know the truth.
As the second wave of monks who arrived following Jing Citian, Zhizhengtang's methodical advance pattern had already taught Lu Donglin a good lesson.
As early as when Jing Citian and his group of young men were still busy setting up camp, the monks in Zhizhengtang had already begun their layout and planning.
Especially the Chinese army camp, the layout inside is already the same as the houses in ordinary towns, with everything that should be available.
However, he still adhered to Bai Zhizheng's principle of simplicity and frugality. Apart from the necessary items for combat command, there were almost no other slightly luxurious decorations in the tent.
It is hard to imagine that after Bai Zhi gained power, he could maintain his original style in Bai Liancheng and not be lost in the glory. You must know that now he is not only extremely powerful, but his power is also huge.
If he wasn't afraid of the real masters of the Four Realms Mountain, I'm afraid the entire Thirty-three Realms might not be able to stop his iron hoof.
Even to the outside world, once Zhizhengtang has high-level monks, this group of people will immediately become an emerging third-rate sect!
The rattan wooden chairs at the front were empty, but the next two rows were packed.
Everyone here is calm and calm as the ocean. No one says even a single word. They are all pure Yuan Hua realm monks!
As the curtain of the back camp opened, Bai Zhizheng, who still had short hair and a smart white robe, sat calmly and calmly in his place.
When they sat down, all the monks seemed to hold their breath involuntarily, fearful and respectful.
