The Beidou Yuan Magnetic Array requires at least seven people, seven golden elixirs.
This is why Yunxiao Sect sent half of its combat power. They had already planned this when they came to pick up the remaining troops from Tianqi Peak.
However, if Fan Hong could not persist, the formation would be abandoned halfway.
"You guys go," Fan Hong said with difficulty, "I can't leave, so stay here!"
His voice was weak, but because everyone in the formation had the same magic power, he could communicate smoothly.
In contrast, the pursuers several miles away could not feel the movement here at all because of the violent and raging spiritual energy.
"Don't—" Shuihong was the first to speak out sadly: "Senior Brother Fan, let's go together. Even if we die, we must die at Yunxiao Peak and in the sect!"
"Isn't this a sect?" Fan Hong smiled faintly, and then sighed: "Shui Yatou, I have lived for thousands of years, and I have long been satisfied. The reason for the fall of Tianji Peak this time is that there are people in my Fan family who cooperate with each other. I As an ancestor of the Fan family, how can I not accept punishment for my poor discipline?"
"Even if the end has not yet come, I have no shame in living any longer, haha——"
"Stop talking," he said in a hurried tone: "You guys, hurry up! I can't hold on any longer!"
Shuihong burst into tears. Fan Hong is very senior in Yunxiao Sect, and they can be regarded as his descendants. Before they even started practicing, Fan Hong had already been practicing Jindan for many years.
When the disciples of the sect went to the Sutra Pavilion to read the classics, many of them received his guidance. Therefore, Fan Hong is technically a senior brother, but in reality he can be called their elder.
"Let's go!" Hong Zhengli gave the order with a straight face.
Everyone quickly finished their work at the same time, and the restless spiritual energy in the Black Wind Valley became much calmer in an instant. The lightning and thunder in the sky stopped, and countless Yuan Magnetic Blackstones rained down on the earth.
The six of them no longer hesitated, whispered goodbye to Fan Hong, and quickly flew out of the valley.
At this time, most of the disciples who had escaped from Tianji Peak had also arrived at the entrance of the valley.
Fan Hong turned his head tremblingly, his dim eyes looking in the direction they left, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Then he turned his head and looked in the direction of the pursuers, his eyes suddenly fierce.
Taking a deep breath, he took out a green pill and swallowed it. He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing for a moment. His pale face gradually turned rosy and his hair became shiny again.
It was as if he had returned to the old and strong look he had more than half a quarter of an hour ago.
Continuing to sit down and adjust his breath, his spiritual sense sensed that some of the pursuers were still dodging the falling black stones, but Li Jushan had already woken up and was calling for a group of golden elixirs to fly into the air and rush towards this direction.
"Well done!" He muttered silently: "Three, two, one..."
When the last "one" exit came, Fan Hong jumped up from his hiding place, hitting each other with the two copper hammers in his hands, and pounced towards the crowd!
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Li Jushan took the lead and rushed to the front of the team.
During the spiritual exploration, the Yunxiao Sect thieves had already fled to the mouth of the valley, and they couldn't help but feel anxious secretly. He knew that there was a teleportation hall in that place. If the Jindans of the Yunxiao Sect escaped with the help of this formation, it would undoubtedly greatly enhance the defensive power of Yunxiao Peak.
Then wouldn't it be a waste of his previous actions such as lying in ambush behind Sha Tongtian and others, deceiving Yunxiao Sect's reinforcements, etc.?
No, they must be stopped!
Fast and lightning fast.
Just when the team came to the corner of the canyon, a black shadow suddenly jumped out, followed by a series of noisy knocking sounds, which made people feel upset and depressed.
Li Jushan was caught off guard and his mind was shaken at that moment, but he was also the Nascent Soul Lord after all, so he quickly reacted.
However, those golden elixirs under his command that were attacked were not so fast.
The black shadow quickly approached a yellow-robed monk, picked up a copper hammer, and hit the man's head hard!
"How dare you, a thief?" Li Jushan was shocked. He piled his palms forward, and a huge force surged towards the black shadow, pushing his body to swing. The copper hammer lost its direction and whizzed close to the Jin Dan's ear. Pass away.
"ah!"
Jin Dan suddenly woke up, and while hurriedly retreating, he reached out to cover his ears. After a while, blood trickled down through his fingers.
"Fan Hong?" Li Jushan saw the person clearly and felt relieved: "Are you the only one? Haha, you are so brave!"
Fan Hong was silent, and his momentum suddenly surged. He clenched the copper hammer with both hands and hit each other harder. For a while, the sound of "clang, clang, clang, clang" could be heard.
Then he hit another approaching monk very quickly.
"How brave!"
Li Jushan was furious. The other party simply didn't take his Nascent Soul seriously!
He waved his long sword and blocked the killer move for the monk. With his other hand, he took out a gray talisman from his chest. With a flick of his fingertip, the talisman turned into a cloud of gray smoke, soundlessly Attached to Fan Hong.
This is a witchcraft charm that weakens the blood. Especially when dealing with monks like Fan Hong who are in their twilight years and lack vitality and blood, the effect is doubled.
Sure enough, as the gray entered his body, Fan Hong suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball, his expression obviously sluggish.
Before Li Jushan could be happy, Fan Hong's momentum suddenly surged again, and this time, the momentum was particularly fierce, like the scorching sun breaking out of the dark clouds in summer, shining brightly and dazzlingly!
"This is..." Li Jushan was stunned, and suddenly understood: "This guy is going to blow himself up!"
"Get out of the way -" he yelled and fled quickly.
Just kidding, the self-destruction of the golden elixir at its peak is no less powerful than a Nascent Soul blow, so he wouldn't hit it directly!
Jin Dan, who was about to join the siege, retreated backwards in panic after hearing the warning.
They retreated, but Fan Hong laughed loudly and chased after them with all his energy.
Suddenly, a magical scene appeared in the sky above Black Wind Valley: a golden elixir, shouting and chasing a group of golden elixirs, and a Nascent Soul Ancestor!
Fan Hong's momentum is like a wave rising to the sky, getting higher and higher!
The peaks retreated rapidly, and scenes of the past flashed before Fan Hong like meteors:
A commoner from a poor family, possesses spiritual roots, joins the sect, practices, builds foundation, purple mansion, golden elixir...
The senior sister I have a crush on, gets what she wants, the family rises, conflicts, sorrow and death, life extension...
As well as the middle-aged monk sitting on a futon in the Sutra Pavilion, his appearance is getting older...
Time flies!
"The road is like a dream!" the old man murmured: "In the end, it will all be in vain!"
"Yunxiao Sect, Yunxiao Sect, in the next life and the next life, my disciples can't help you..."
"boom!"
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"Hurry, hurry up!"
"Go to the deck for foundation building, and go to the second floor for Zifu. Don't grab it!"
"Your junior sister is missing? What kind of junior sister are you looking for at this time? Let's wait until we get on the boat!"
When a bright sun suddenly lit up in the dark sky and explosions resounded throughout the valley, Hong Zhengli, Shuihong and others were busy.
In front of them stood a medium-sized flying boat more than ten feet long, and hundreds of disciples from Tianjian Peak poured in like tired birds returning to the forest.
With tears in her eyes, Shuihong seemed to turn a deaf ear to the loud noise not far away. She reached out to grab the two disciples who had exhausted their magic power and threw them to the deck in front.
After a few breaths, everyone finally boarded the ship. Just as the ship was preparing to set sail, several shrill sounds broke through the air from behind.
"Bang!" "Clang!" "Pfft!"...
Various spells surged over the flying boat, and everyone in the Yunxiao Sect worked together to block this wave of attacks.
But as a result, the speed of the fourth-level flying boat, which lacked the control of the golden elixir monks, involuntarily slowed down.
Soon, he was surrounded by pursuers.
pS: I originally wanted to write a big chapter, but I still have to figure out some details, so I’ll leave the rest tomorrow.
