The Taoist guarding the gate of Zixia Temple heard this voice, and couldn't help but be a little strange: "Three days ago, didn't King Mu send something into Zixia Mountain?" That time, Uncle Ji also gave them all the things...... Why did you send people up the mountain overnight this time?

The other person looked at the waning moon in the dark sky, and grabbed the companion who was about to open the door with one hand: "Chen Xi, slow down!"

Chen Xi didn't know why, turned around, and saw his senior brother take out the money hexagram and start divination: "Senior brother, you are ......"

The senior brother said: "Whether it is a disaster or a murderer, you can know it at a moment's notice, what Uncle Shi said is right, and the heart of guarding against others is indispensable." ”

The copper coin was swaying in the hands of the Taoist, and the copper coin only fell twice, and a sneer came from outside, "If you don't open the door again, you won't be able to see the New Year's sun!"

The voice fell, and the wind outside suddenly began to increase.

This was not the rumors, but the sound of those assassins climbing over the high walls of Zixia Temple for the rest of their lives.

"It's not good," the senior brother was shocked, and he didn't have time to shake the hexagram again, so he pushed the junior brother out, "Chen Xi, you hurry up and ring the bell and inform the others, someone has broken in!"

"Senior brother, what should you do then......" Chen Xi was anxious.

"Go, there's no time!"

Time was pressing, XX couldn't stay for a long time, stared at his senior brother, pulled his legs and ran to the bell tower over there.

Zixia Guan has stood in Zixia Mountain for more than a hundred years, there has never been any assassin breaking into the mountain, this time it happened to be Chinese New Year's Eve, the five hundred royal forest army under the mountain was already divided into three groups of vigils, and now the assassins who are fully prepared to enter the mountain are even more understaffed, at this time, only the sound of the north wind whistling in Zixia Mountain is heard, reflecting the residual moon, like the sound of ghosts crying wolves.

Qin Yuren on the stargazing platform was dressed in white, standing above, under the moonlight, he saw from a distance those black-clothed people who had climbed over the wall, looking up at the fierce star in the sky, and muttered: "The next chaotic sky disk of the killing star, it is still ...... that should come."

Qin Yuren raised his eyes and looked at the courtyard where Ji Yunliu was located, and the expression on his face softened.

On the bell tower of Zixiaguan ......, the bell that resounded through the sky spread to every corner, and the bell of "dang, dang, dang......" also indicates that tonight will not be a quiet Chinese New Year's Eve night.

"What's wrong?"

"How can there be a bell so late at night!"

"Could it be that someone broke into the mountain?"

"But there are so many guards under the mountain, how can anyone dare to break into the mountain!"

The disciples in the wing room were in a mess for a while, and they were all a little overwhelmed.

Wu Daoren, who was the eldest disciple of Qin Yuren, stood up and said in a loud voice: "There will be something big happening in the mountains! All the disciples bring the Dao talismans, I will go out together to take a look!"

The more than 100 disciples who had been instructed grabbed their cloth bags and hung them on their chests, and left the courtyard with Wu Hanbai on guard.

Standing in the courtyard and looking out, the sparks were lit there, and they stood out in the night.

Seeing the fleeting spark like fireworks, the disciples of Zixia Guan glanced at each other, then took out the Dao talisman in the cloth bag and rushed towards the second gate.

"Lan Ke, you go to the Lotus Courtyard to inform the master, Xiaomi'er, you go to the stargazing platform to inform ......the master!" Before you go to the main hall, set up the Nine Palace Array, don't let anyone enter the main hall and insult our ancestors, Ruan Che, An Yang, you go and open the Eight Gates of Life and Death, don't let the assassins succeed!"

"The rest, all with me!"

When Wu Daoren ran to a place not far from the Lotus Courtyard with his disciples, he saw Ji Yunliu holding the canna and running over in a hurry.

"What's going on?"

"Uncle Shi!" Han Bai Daoist took advantage of the time to explain, "The bell in the Zixia Mountain Temple only rings once a year, and now the bell rings in the middle of the night, I'm afraid that an assassin will come to the mountain......"

Ji Yunliu looked up at the sky, and a star inexplicably appeared in the sky where he was fine, it was a fierce star, a fierce star appeared, and it was not suitable for everything.

As he spoke, a group of black-clothed assassins raised their knives and leaped towards the crowd.

"I'll go!" Ji Yunliu, who was not prepared, was so shocked by such a big battle that he threw the canna in his hand, "There are so many people ......"

The assassin had been in ambush here for a long time, and when he saw a woman in a white robe running in front of him, he compared her face with the picture in his heart, and saw that she was indeed the sixth lady of Jifu, and he didn't care about the other Taoists behind him, so he jumped over and wanted to arrest someone.

At this moment, step by step, the assassin saw that what Ji Yunliu threw over turned out to be a pot of flowers, and saw that the flower pot fell towards him in an arc, and the assassin did not flinch at all, and raised his knife to slash towards the canna.

The canna was thrown out unexpectedly, and its "head" and "feet" fell in the wind, and it was also confused and confused, and it went straight to the group of assassins, and saw the leader of the assassin's broadsword slashing towards itself, and the branches trembled, and the branches and leaves suddenly rowed up in mid-air like oars......

The sword has no eyes, and the spicy chicken Taoist used it as a hidden weapon without consulting it!

The assassin at the head didn't care about this small flower pot at all, but just raised his knife and slashed forward, but saw that the red flower was somehow getting taller and taller, as if it had wings, it flew over his head, ran to the moon with Chang'e, and flew away towards the moonlight, and his posture was so dashing that the basin did not fall at all......

A group of Assassins tilted their heads and raised their knives, stunned by the sight.

What the hell is that!

In a life-and-death duel, where can there be a little hesitation, a few assassins have not recovered from the shock of the canna running to the moon, and a few Dao talismans flew in front of them, and the talisman was mixed with the questioning voice of Wu Daoren behind: "Who are you, what is the so-called thing about breaking into Zixia Mountain late at night? This is the Royal Taoist Temple, and the intruder is a felony ......"

When the assassin saw the oncoming Dao Talisman, his expression froze, and he fell to the ground and rolled to the ground on the left and right.

Before coming, the national teacher had already instructed that they must not contend with these Dao talismans head-on, what they did was to consume the other party's Dao talismans and delay time for the arrival of the national teacher!

Zixia Guan Taoist is learning self-cultivation, will be divination to ask God, more than 100 years down, these lethal like the five thunder talismans have been few people to paint, at this time a few Taoist talismans flew towards the assassin, after falling, just like the spark at the door of the Shicai Temple, like fireworks are fleeting, people don't feel half a threat at all.

The assassin dodged these Dao talismans, and when he saw that the power of the Dao talisman was so weak, his heart was relieved, and he shouted again, "Go, don't scruple!"

This time, the assassin's firepower turned on, and it was full of energy, which made the people start to retreat in horror.

"They—they're coming—"

"Suppress them, you must not let them enter the main hall to blaspheme Sanqing and Master Zu-"

Although the Daoist priest of Zixia Guan was afraid, he still resisted the assassins, and the formations behind him needed time to be arranged, and they were also delaying time.