At this moment, Wangxu asked again: "What can we do?"
Cheng Wuchou said: "The formation is being set up here, we can't leave easily, lest someone destroy it."
Yue Qingya asked, "Why can't you just bring Tao Zi?"
A Mahayana disciple looked over. Only then did Wangxu and others discover his existence, and they were even more shocked.
The Mahayana Qi said: "There are too many monks guarding outside the mountain gate, and there are also formations. It is impossible to sneak in. If I want to get in, I must do it myself."
Cheng Wuchou took over his words: "But this senior cannot take action. Once he does, it will directly alarm the Minglan Sect's Mahayana monks. We only have one chance, and we must ensure that the formation is already set up when Ah Zi arrives here."
Wang Xu glanced at the formation and immediately discovered the problem: "This formation is too rough..."
He smiled silently and said: "No problem, just make sure A'Zi can stay out of the sight of the Mahayana monks for a short period of time."
Yue Qingya frowned and said, "Can't you set it up in advance?"
Cheng Wuchou sighed: "Although this is outside the Minglan Sect, it is still the territory of the Minglan Sect. We can't set up formations unscrupulously, but we don't dare to stray too far, lest we fail to arrive."
The fire was soaring into the sky in the distance, and Wang Xu's eyebrows furrowed even deeper: "Is it because time is too short, causing your plan to go wrong?"
He looked over with paranoid eyes, worry flashed in his eyes, and said: "Nothing went wrong. The best outcome is that Azi can hold on there until we come to rescue her. The worst outcome is that she is taken back to prison." Feng, we risk being caught and break in, and by that time, Qinglan will probably be back."
From the beginning of the plan to the end of the plan, it was one big gamble after another. Bet that Qinglan would be lured away, bet that Qinglan could be trapped, bet on how far Azi could go, bet on Azi that he could survive until they set up the plan. The formation rushed over.
Wangxu looked at the firelight in silence, then sighed and said, "That's right, after all, you are robbing someone from a Heavenly Lord, how can it be that easy?"
Yue Qingya pursed his lips and said calmly: "I don't care about this, as long as there is a chance, I must seize it."
At this time, the Mahayana monk suddenly said: "The formation is ready."
Cheng Wuchou's eyes suddenly lit up: "There are still a little more than two quarters of an hour. Everyone, whether we can succeed depends on this."
At this time, Tao Zi and others were at the end of their rope and there was no way to escape.
Thirteen's master had already been seriously injured, and the other disciples were also covered in blood. The ghost army led by the kid also retreated into the sea of consciousness due to excessive consumption and could no longer fight.
Tonight's running seemed to be in vain.
Eleven's sword was placed on her neck, and there was blood on her body: "Senior sister, this is the end of it."
Tao Zi's face was extremely pale, and with the last bit of reason, she spoke in a gentle tone: "Do you really not know who is right and who is wrong?"
There was not even the slightest hint of struggle in his eyes: "Tianzun can't make mistakes."
It's not possible, not impossible.
She understood that Eleven was as loyal as ever to the Minglan Sect.
Eleven took back his sword and said to his junior brother behind him: "Take the traitor Yue Qiran back."
In a daze, she seemed to hear a noise coming from the mountain gate.
Eleven's expression changed. Obviously, she was not hallucinating.
He ordered: "Six of you will immediately use the spirit boat to escort her back. The rest of you will stay here and not allow intruders to break in!"
The six people who were called took a step forward, preparing to escort her back.
One of them looked outside, with a faint struggle in his expression. Taking advantage of the chaos, he asked in a low voice: "Da...Yue Qiran, are those people outside here to save you?"
Yue Qiran's mental state was not very good at this time, so she could only say "hmm" simply.
She was about to be taken to the spirit boat, and he followed behind her silently, struggling more and more. At the last moment, he finally stopped and waved his sword forward.
The disciple who was pierced by a sword looked back at him in disbelief: "What are you doing?!"
The movement here also attracted the attention of Eleven.
The disciple who took action still had a vibrato in his voice, but he became more determined as he spoke: "I'm sorry, I really don't know who is right and who is wrong, but the senior sister saved my life, so I can only do what I want."
All he could do was probably fight for a few more seconds with his life.
Eleven rays of spiritual energy attacked him and took his life. He sternly scolded: "Please clear your mind."
As he said that, he pointed at two people casually: "If you make up for it, escort them immediately without any hesitation."
Before the two people could move, they were plotted against by their fellow disciples behind them, but the person who did it also died in the next second.
Only then did Eleven realize that something was wrong. Looking around, many of the disciples looked a little strange. Even the disciple who was standing next to Yue Qiran and was holding someone in custody hesitated.
Lan Yongji cursed: "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill yourself?"
Listening to Lan Yongji's scolding on Eleven, he almost wanted to scold him back. The disciples were already uneasy, but they still scolded people so wantonly?
He said in a deep voice: "Everyone, it is a given that she will cooperate with foreign races. You must not be deceived by her appearance."
Those disciples became more and more hesitant, knowing in their hearts that once they took action, they would have a narrow escape from death.
Shiyi smiled bitterly in his heart. These disciples were basically monks from the Xuanzhao stage to the heartbeat stage. Because the senior sister had been personally involved in the sect's internal affairs in those years, most of them had been taught by the senior sister. Their friendship with the senior sister was not ordinary. Now rumors are spreading everywhere. , someone else took the lead, what should we do?
He looked around again. Lan Yongji couldn't hold himself up. The elder in the out-of-body stage was seriously injured. The other elders hadn't arrived yet, nor had the young sect master. There were monks who were stronger than him, but they rarely showed up, and their prestige was not as high as his. , it’s really troublesome.
The scene was stagnant for a moment.
At this time, many steady footsteps sounded. Many monks held torches and walked out from a path that was almost ignored by everyone. They were wearing the clothes of the execution hall, all with a rich blood color. The leaders were Xing Wen and He Feicheng.
Eleven breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Xing Wen, you're here. Where is the young sect leader?"
Xing Wen smiled slightly and said, "I don't know where the young sect leader is. I just came here to announce something."
When everyone looked at him, he suppressed his smile and said word by word: "The person who colluded with the foreign race back then was Lian Qingzhou."
The whole place fell silent, and Eleven's expression changed drastically.
He Feicheng pointed the blood-stained sword at Eleven and others: "We can't seek justice for Senior Sister, but we must fight for Senior Sister's life!"
The monk behind him also revealed his weapon.
Shiyi couldn't care less, took a deep breath, and said: "All the junior brothers will follow me to arrest the traitors. Except for Yue Qiran, the rest will live or die."
Some monks stepped out, while others remained silent.
Finally, a Zhufeng disciple drew his sword and said resolutely: "Zhufeng Liu Ruo, once received the grace of saving his life from Senior Sister, and now he repays it with his life!"
Someone probably took the lead, and more and more monks came forward.
"Main Peak Zhou Hao."
"Qingfeng Xushu."
"Xingtang Xingming."
"Weapons Hall Chen Ye."
…
Saying your name is cutting off the last escape route.
But so what?
Not every monk is greedy for life and afraid of death, and not every monk is ungrateful. They have their own way and their own persistence. As long as one stands up, more monks will stand up.
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