The Great Array of the Guardian Courtyard was finally under the last finger of the Martial Sect Master, the screams resounded, shattering into thousands of fragments, the speed of the elders was even faster to the extreme, the black robes were blown by the wind and danced, they looked at the corpses all around, all the corpses of the Sanskrit, but they couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and they plundered straight into the depths of the Sanskrit Academy.

Deep in the temple.

In a quaint wooden house, there was a young man sitting cross-legged, the young man looked out worriedly, and the girl on the side was also faintly worried.

"Nothing will happen to my dad."

Shen Yichen frowned and muttered to himself.

"The master of the courtyard is so powerful, nothing will happen. Fan Yue'er comforted and sighed.

Shen Yichen smiled bitterly and touched Fan Yue'er's head, then fell silent, waiting for news from outside.

Suddenly, Shen Yichen's eyes froze, and he opened the window and looked-

More than thirty black shadows swept towards them, and the speed was extremely fast!

Fan Yue'er also leaned up her head in confusion, looking at the more than thirty figures, she stared for a long time, her eyes lit up and said, "It's a member of the elder group!"

"The Elder Body?"

"But it's weird... Those old guys of the Elder Group are in retreat on weekdays, but now what are you doing here with our disciples?"

Just when the two of them were puzzled, an old shout exploded, interrupting Shen Yichen's thoughts.

"All the disciples of the Brahman's Academy, come with me!"

In the depths of the Sanskrit Academy, disciples with surprised expressions walked out of the wooden houses, obviously not knowing the situation, and looked at the elders one by one blankly.

Fan Yue'er also frowned slightly, stepped forward and asked in a clear voice, "Elders, I don't know what's wrong?"

"The Brahmana is dying. ”

An elder glanced at Fan Yue'er and replied hoarsely.

"The Brahman's Academy is not guaranteed, try your best to send the disciple out!" the other elder's cloudy old eyes had tears in his eyes. "As long as there is one more Sanskrit, the Sanskrit will not die!"

Shen Yichen's head was in a trance, and the other disciples were also stunned, their eyes were dull.

Is the Vatican Temple dying?

The elders obviously didn't wait for the disciples to come to their senses, and the thirty-five elders grabbed two of the seventy disciples each, and immediately flew towards the back mountain of the Buddhist Academy.

The mountain behind the temple is the back door of the temple, and you can leave the temple and go to other places in Dongzhou after leaving the back mountain.

When Shen Yichen heard this, he also asked anxiously: "Where is my father!"

But Shen Yichen was grabbed by an elder and prepared to escape from the Buddhist Academy.

Just as the elder was about to leave, Shen Yichen kicked the elder away, looking panicked and helpless, yelling at the elder.

"Tell me! Where is my dad! or I won't leave!"

Shen Yichen's roar shocked all the elders even more, but they all shook their heads sadly, that kind of helpless sorrow made people desperate.

An elder grabbed Shen Yichen again, was silent for a moment, and said in an old voice:

"The Courtyard Master... Dead..."

After the elder said that, he was silent again, quickly restrained his grief and indignation, and without hesitation, he grabbed Shen Yichen and Fan Yue'er in his hands, and swept straight towards the mountain behind the Fan Academy.

In an instant, Shen Yichen was struck by a thunderbolt, and the rest of the disciples were also trembling, as if they had heard some incantation.

Not only Shen Yichen, but in the eyes of all the disciples of the Brahma Academy, Brahma Cangtian is like the embodiment of majesty and kindness, like a father, who has poured countless efforts into them.

"Dad...," Shen Yichen muttered, his reddened eyes slithering down.

Grief, confusion, hatred, powerlessness... Countless emotions were like giant vines in the dome, enveloping Shen Yichen's mind deadly.

Although the elders' faces were expressionless, there was also a trace of sadness in their eyes, and they resolutely swept towards the back mountain, the sooner they escaped from this temple, the better.

Suddenly, the elders shuddered, and a look of despair crept up on their faces, and a faint laugh came from the air in front of them.

"It's really touching... Hehe, do you want to send the disciple out?"

A spatial crack was torn, and a yellow-robed man appeared in front of the elders like a charm, and he smiled faintly: "It's a pity... You all have to die, and go with your master. ”

The elder trembled and retreated violently, returning to the inner courtyard of the Brahma Academy, and the black wind formed a Dao barrier in front of the Martial Sect Master.

The Sect Master of the Martial Sect was not in a hurry to catch up, but just smiled deeply, and took out a scroll from his sleeve faintly, and the word "Sanskrit Formula" was on the scroll.

There was a touch of despair in the elder's eyes, it was a Buddhist formula.

"Hehe... I have forcibly extracted the essence of the Brahma recipe and compressed it into a scroll. ”

The Sect Master of the Martial Sect threw the scroll in his hand and smiled with satisfaction. "This recipe is wonderful, and it has wisdom, but it was just stifled by me..."

Shen Yichen was caught by an elder at this time, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and the original Sven was gone, and he roared hoarsely at the Martial Sect Master.

"Bastard!

Sect Master Wu glanced out of the corner of his eyes, saw Shen Yichen in anger, and smiled faintly:

"Funny little guys. ”

Immediately, the Sect Master of the Martial Sect reached out with one hand, and his palm disappeared strangely, and instantly appeared inexplicably in front of Shen Yichen.

The elder who grabbed Shen Yichen was shocked, but it was too late, the palm of his hand was only a few inches away from Shen Yichen, as long as Shen Yichen was touched by this palm, it was undoubtedly scattered and ashes were gone.

"Little soil!"

Fan Yue'er is also frightened and desperate, and Shen Yichen's life hangs by a thread!

The moment his palm touched Shen Yichen's face, a majestic Dao shadow flashed out, and he took the punch hard.

Shen Yichen looked at the majestic figure in front of him, and couldn't help but feel very familiar.

The elders were also stunned, and immediately blurted out.

"Daddy!"

"Courtyard Master!"

Brahma's body was stunned, and his vitality quickly dissipated, and his broad body fell on his back, and a bloody hole appeared in his chest.

Brahma was setting for a moment, and the corners of his pale mouth were slightly smiling, as if he was about to say something.

Shen Yichen couldn't hold back any longer, tears poured down like a spring, his heart was like a knife, and crystal tears, like pearls with broken threads, rolled down Shen Yichen's cheeks.

"Daddy..."

The overwhelming darkness and uncontrollable dizziness swooped down on Shen Yichen.

Brahma Cangtian shook his head slightly, and shook Shen Yichen with a soft palm, and suddenly the elder flew towards the exit of the courtyard again, and quickly fled.

This was the last time Shen Yichen saw Brahma Cangtian.

The father who used him as a horse to ride in his childhood, and took a 36-foot Qingfeng to shoot fruit for him to eat.

It wasn't until Shen Yichen saw Brahma Cangtian's eyes slowly close that he gritted his teeth and let the elder take him to escape from this land of right and wrong.

The other elders also desperately fled with their disciples.

Sect Master Sen looked at them coldly, and the air around some elders suddenly froze, and the next moment it was compressed, and those elders turned into a cloud of blood mist together with the disciples they had brought with them.

"It's coming. The elder who fled with Shen Yichen said silently, and his speed became faster and faster, trying to escape from the Martial Sect Master's field of vision.

Shen Yichen was always held by the elder, and when they crossed the inner courtyard of the Vatican Academy, Shen Yichen glanced down, and his already grief-stricken eyes were dull again:

The once happy, peaceful and tranquil Sanskrit Monastery is now covered with bloodstains, collapsed houses and corpses of teachers and students of the Sanskrit Monastery everywhere, and the strong smell of blood lingers around the entire Sanskrit Monastery, like hell on earth, which makes people sick.

Shen Yichen's strong sense of dizziness poured into his brain, and he almost fainted to the ground, the tragic situation of the slaughter of the Sanskrit Academy was really terrifying.

"Teacher Fan Yafeng..."Shen Yichen looked at every corpse sluggishly, there were friends who frolicked with him on weekdays, and there were little overlords who were jealous of him all day long...

He even saw Teacher Fan Yafeng, who had taught him carefully. Now they are all cold corpses.

Shen Yichen's head roared, he felt as if the world was spinning, his vision was red, he couldn't bear to look at it anymore, the grief that cut deep into the bone marrow made him close his eyes, how he looked forward to this was a nightmare.

"Why... Why..."

"Why! Why! Why is this!ah-"

Shen Yichen clutched his head tightly, pulling his hair tightly, and a trace of blood oozed from his scalp.

Suddenly, the hand that had always grabbed Shen Yichen's flight shook, Shen Yichen opened his eyes, and saw four young people in their twenties at the gate of the courtyard, but these four people were not disciples of the Brahman's Academy.

"Damn bastards..."

The elder who grabbed Shen Yichen looked at the four people coldly, and looked at the courtyard gate without giving up, it was almost there, as long as he arrived at the courtyard gate, the space could be moved outside the courtyard.

It's a pity that with these four people blocking it, the road may not be easy, not to mention that the Sect Master of the Martial Sect will arrive soon, and when the time comes, it will really be true that no one will get out alive...

The four of them slaughtered the fish that slipped through the net at will, and when they saw the elders fleeing with their disciples, they all leaned close together and looked at the elders mockingly.

"Old thing... Are you happy? The master of the courtyard was killed, and the disciples were killed, but what can you do? Hahaha..."

Wu Yu's smile was hideous, his gaze was cold, and there was a hint of mockery.

"Who let you get your hands on such a sacred artifact as the Sanskrit Formula? Kill your remnants of the waste, and this ruined courtyard will no longer exist, hahaha..."

"Shut up!

Shen Yichen roared angrily, staring at the four of Wu Han, trembling so much that the elder almost didn't catch him.

The corners of an elder's eyes twitched, he gritted his teeth, and looked at the remaining six elders who had survived along the way, including the one who ran away with Fan Yue'er.

Burst!

After the five of them looked at each other, they simultaneously spurted essence blood in tacit understanding, and the five blood marks converged into a spatial formation in mid-air, and they were ready to forcibly move the space!

Space shifting, originally needed to build a space movement formation at the courtyard gate, with the help of the center of the six pillars, but at this moment, it was obviously only advanced.

When Wu Han saw it, his face changed drastically, and he immediately shouted: "Stop them!" When the four of them were about to step out and destroy this spatial shifting formation, they suddenly laughed, and these four people actually stopped again, but instead stood in place and looked at the six elders with the five disciples, and the teasing in their eyes became stronger.

Sure enough, it was the Sect Master of the Martial Sect who appeared, and he glanced at the space shifting formation lightly, just lightly volleying down the void, and the formation began to gradually collapse under the desperate gaze of the six elders.

"Fight!"

A ruthless elder handed over his disciple to the other elders, and he himself rushed towards the Martial Sect Master.

"I'll buy you time, quick!"

Phew!

The elder just wanted to stop him, but under the finger of the Martial Sect Master, he turned into nothingness and disappeared.

Another elder rushed towards the Sect Master of the Martial Sect, buying time for his disciples to escape, and the end was also in ashes.

Just as the third elder rushed towards the Martial Sect Master, the spatial shifting formation was finally successfully constructed, and although it was crumbling, it was able to barely use it.

Seeing this, the Sect Master of the Martial Sect frowned slightly, and looked at the four of Wu Han, and after the four of them understood, they rushed towards with a cruel smile, and each of them slapped down fiercely.

The remaining three elders didn't expect this sneak attack, and just wanted to defend themselves, but they were shocked to find that these four palms actually went straight to the disciple!

"No!"

Rumble!

The elders' eyes were about to split, but it was too late, and the four palms slammed into the four disciples, and the four disciples were all shocked, and then they died straight.

The two elders were even more hateful into their brains, they were furious and roared, tears of hatred slipped down, and the two of them turned into two black lights and swept towards the Sect Master of the Martial Sect, but the Sect Master of the Martial Sect lightly pointed at each other, and the two black lights flew away.

Suddenly, the spatial shifting formation creaked and turned, and now only Fan Yue'er, Shen Yichen, and the last elder remained.

The last elder roared hoarsely: "Teleport!" The space formation was crumbling and emitting a piercing sound, scraping everyone's eardrums in pain.

The last elder pushed Shen Yichen and Fan Yue'er into the formation with all his might, and he stumbled and just wanted to enter the formation.

But the elder was slapped by the Sect Master of the Martial Sect again, which shocked him and made him tremble, but he still endured the pain and broke in.

"Ants..."

The Sect Master of the Martial Sect smiled faintly, looking at the three people who were about to move the space away, the golden sleeve robe waved slightly, and a beam of light crashed into the space transfer formation.

Suddenly, the formation shattered and fell apart, and Shen Yichen and the three of them must have been cut into blood foam by the space debris, and they would definitely die.

"I've got it. ”

The Sect Master of the Martial Sect looked at the spatial formation that had shattered into fragments lightly. "Wu Langtian, burn this courtyard on fire, let's go back to the sect. ”

A moment later, a fire burned the hundreds of unjust souls and the temple to ashes.

In Dongzhou, there is no more Brahman's Academy.