The rescue team has been assembled, and there are many familiar people among them.
Cen Muliang came over and asked, "Are you all ready?"
All the disciples responded in unison.
Cen Muliang said: "The faceless men did not take our Immortal Alliance seriously when they issued the edict. Their faces have been beaten by them. It depends on you whether you can pick them up. Thousands of years ago, our predecessors went through all kinds of It took a lot of hard work to drive the monsters back to the Beiming Continent. Thanks to their legacy, we have been able to grow up peacefully. Now, it is our turn to take on this responsibility."
He said solemnly: "Today's battle is not only about face, but also about the life and death of the Immortal Way. If the Demon Sect is established here, the land of Jiuzhou will be constantly warred in the future, with countless casualties among mortal monks, and there will no longer be a peaceful life. We must do our best. Your own efforts nip your destiny in the bud. Do you understand?"
The disciples answered loudly, with a surge of emotions in their chests, including anger and heroism.
Cen Muliang nodded with satisfaction and softened his voice: "Of course, you must try your best to protect yourselves. Life is precious. Each of you is the most cherished disciple of the Immortal Alliance. If you cannot come back, it will be a great loss to the Immortal Alliance. So please protect yourself."
He first encouraged and then cared, and the emotions of all the disciples were aroused and moved.
At this time, Bai Mengjin will no longer compete with him. In the current situation of the Demon Sect, if Cen Muliang can play his role, it will be beneficial to the entire situation.
Seeing everyone's excitement, Cen Muliang nodded: "Let's go!"
Yang Xiangtian and Master Changling saluted him, flicked their sleeves, and turned away with their disciples.
------------------
Seen from the sky, the entire Jingguo is shrouded in a black mist, with the imperial city being the largest.
Yang Xiangtian frowned and said, "Maotu has set up a large array in the palace, covering the entire imperial city. We can't know what's going on inside, but it's definitely very dangerous."
"Maotu..." Bai Mengjin asked, "Uncle Yang, does his injury not matter?"
Yang Xiangtian replied: "It is definitely injured, but who can say for sure about the magic cultivator? There may be some secret method that can repair it in a short period of time."
Bai Mengjin nodded slowly. It is indeed much faster for demons to recover from injuries, because they can directly eat other people to replenish their wounds.
"You all bring breath-collecting magic weapons." Yang Xiangtian confessed, "Maotu plays with formations. Once he detects it, he will be easily attacked."
All disciples should do as he said.
When everyone was ready, Yang Xiangtian waved his hand and landed outside the palace.
This is outside the imperial city wall, and a thick shield blocks everyone from the outside.
Yang Xiangtian raised his hand to draw the rune, and after making some preparations, he lightly typed it on. .
The rune was attached to the shield, revealing the situation inside, and the result surprised them.
The people inside were unaware, as if nothing had happened. The officials were handling government affairs, the servants were working diligently, the palace ladies were laughing and having fun, and the princes were scheming.
Ying Shaoguang was taken aback and asked, "Master, don't they know what happened?"
Yang Xiangtian's face was also very solemn, and he did not expect this to be the case.
So he sent a messenger talisman to the nearby Changling master.
Master Changling soon responded to the message. After reading it, Yang Xiangtian sighed: "This formation is no small matter!"
"What do you mean?" Ji Xingge didn't understand. "Uncle Yang, does it have any special effects?"
Bai Mengjin said softly: "This is the reincarnation formation, and some people call it Shizhang Hongchen. It means that in this formation, everyone will forget everything and play one of the roles. If you can't break free, you will always be trapped in it and you will never be able to get out of reincarnation. .”
Yang Xiangtian glanced at her in surprise and nodded: "Yes, it's the Reincarnation Formation."
The disciples were in an uproar, and someone asked: "Uncle Yang, if we go in, will we become one of the characters?"
Yang Xiangtian nodded: "Master Changling and I are highly cultivated, so we should be able to break free, but you guys...if you are not strong-willed, you may be deceived, and you will never be able to escape."
Stay away from here. "
The selected disciples are all outstanding, and they are unwilling to admit defeat: "So, as long as we are determined, we can break free, right?"
"That's right..." Yang Xiangtian left half a sentence. The problem is, before the matter comes to an end, no one knows whether he is determined enough. Sometimes, people have the illusion that they are strong. It is not until they are taught how to behave that they realize that they still have many shortcomings.
"Then go in! I don't believe I can't wake up!" A disciple said confidently.
At this time, Yang Xiangtian couldn't tell anyone to go back. This task always had to be completed by someone, so he could only try it before talking about it.
He warned again: "Bring the breath gathering magic weapon, and the pure heart magic weapon and spiritual talismans are also ready. Don't let the formation discover that you are outsiders, and the possibility of survival is very high. Once you wake up, rush to the palace immediately."
"yes."
The disciples fell silent again, and Yang Xiangtian raised his hand to draw a talisman again, tearing a slight crack in the formation.
"Let's go." Yang Xiangtian finished speaking and entered first.
Then came Ying Shaoguang. When Ji Xingge was about to enter, Bai Mengjin pulled her and gave her a red thread: "This is Senior Hu's red thread. If you bring one, you might be able to sense me."
Ji Xingge put it away: "I remember it."
Then he squeezed into the crack and disappeared into the formation.
The disciples entered one by one, and soon they were all gone. The crack closed again and disappeared without a trace, like a monster that swallowed the person and then closed its mouth.
Deep in the palace, the man wearing the mask opened his eyes.
"There are so many little flying insects. I can avenge myself last time! This time I can take revenge!"
In front of him was a huge map with dense light spots floating on it. Those new light spots quickly merged into it and disappeared, but some could still be detected.
He stretched out his hand and tapped lightly, and the discovered light spots were easily erased, as if they had never appeared.
Maotu turned his head and said to another person in the palace: "You thought wrong. Your son is here to save you."
On the chair, a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe raised his head, surprised and worried: "This child, alas!"
"Didn't expect that?" Uotu smiled, "Do you think he would ignore it?"
This man was naturally His Majesty Yuanfeng, the Emperor of Jingguo. He sighed: "I'm sorry for him, he is a good boy."
Maotu disagreed: "You regret it, don't you? If I had known he would still come to save you, why did you treat him like that in the first place."
Emperor Yuan Feng smiled bitterly and begged: "Can you spare his life? I don't ask for much, as long as he lives."
Uotu sneered and refused flatly: "You are indeed an irresponsible father. Do you think he values life now? He won't want to live like this!"
