"Meng Fei is right, now our simple forces are relatively weak and unable to protect themselves enough, and only by gathering the strength of all forces can we deal with this unknown change. Liang Dongyu was the first to stand up and support Meng Fei.

"I believe in the words of Pavilion Master Meng, continuing to move forward is the way to safety!" Lin Chaoyu also stood up, walked to Meng Fei's side, and resolutely supported it.

Subsequently, Mingting, Lang Qingjun and others supported Meng Fei.

For a while, more than a hundred people gathered on Meng Fei's side, and only more than forty people still decided to return along the route back.

In the end, they were divided into two factions and left, and even if Elder Wu spoke, he couldn't stop some of his fellow disciples from retreating.

Meng Fei arranged the formation, distributed some pills, and after everyone adjusted to the peak, they continued to move forward.

Behind the connection of this hall, there are temples everywhere, simple and atmospheric, I don't know how many years it has been.

Bodies can be seen everywhere, and there have been bloody battles where more and more people are dying.

"What the hell does the Bishui Sect want to do?" Meng Fei had been thinking about this for a long time, and sometimes a thought flashed through his mind, but he couldn't believe it.

Passing through a large hall, we came to a spacious area with beautiful walls of paintings, some of which were lifelike carvings.

There were many brightly dressed men and women, bowing down to an altar.

There was a five-clawed golden dragon hanging in the air looking down......

There are large halls standing in the mountains and forests......

The image of this mural seems to tell the story of a certain sectarian power......

In the center of the main hall, there are more than twenty monumental sculptures.

Each foot is ten meters huge, and holds a variety of weapons in their hands. Wearing golden armor, he has different expressions.

"True Dragon Sect Twenty-Third Sect Master Wang Lin!"

"The seventeenth sect master of the True Dragon Sect for the rest of his life!"

"Nan Xun, the ninth sect master of the True Dragon Sect!"

"Ji Yan, the first founding ancestor of the True Dragon Sect!"

Meng Fei and the others looked at the past one by one and found that these were actually the sculptures of the previous sect masters of the True Dragon Sect.

True Dragon Sect, this sect is rumored to have existed in this area in ancient times, and the Nine Dragons Mountain Range is the place where it opened its sect. At its peak, it won Xuzhou, and even the East China Sea was a hegemon-level super force!

But then for a while, suddenly disappeared and disappeared without a trace!

This strange disappearance made many people come to the Jiulong Mountain Range to explore, but they didn't find anything, even the ruins of the previous sect have become huge deep pits, and now they have become a lake in Jiulong Mountain.

I never thought that under this so-called Demon Suppression Cliff, the shadow of the True Dragon Sect would actually appear!

"Could it be that the Holy King mentioned here is from the True Dragon Sect?

Meng Fei was surprised, he felt that there was a big secret hidden here.

Everyone passed through the hall again, and suddenly there was a sound of fighting and scolding in front of them.

"Finally someone!" Meng Fei looked happy and motioned to everyone to slow down and not move.

After experiencing the cracking of the four-rank formation, the reasons explored, as well as Meng Fei's own identity as the law enforcement pavilion master, caused Meng Fei's reputation to be greater than that of Elder Wu now.

As soon as he spoke, everyone listened.

Meng Fei approached cautiously with everyone.

"Come on, you beasts!" a young man roared, slashing with a long sword.

Around him gathered more than thirty people, all dressed in uniform and with long swords.

Around them, there were hundreds of masked black-clothed people, and the two sides were fighting, and the masked man side had a great advantage.

The battlefield was full of blood, and from time to time there were broken flesh and severed limbs spilled, and the scene was like Shura hell.

"It's the Heavenly Sword Sect!" Elder Wu said.

"Hurry up and shoot!"

Meng Fei arranged a tactic and led people to sneak attack.

The sudden attack, the man in black in the mask obviously did not expect.

Meng Fei took the lead, the Big Dipper Seven Star Kill was directly cut down, and the terrifying power directly slashed the first masked man in black into the air.

Rumble!

Meng Fei was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, rushing to the front.

"It's the people of Qingfeng Valley!Senior brothers, we have been saved!" The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were overjoyed, they were originally on the verge of despair, and they never thought that reinforcements would come.

At this moment, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect erupted with powerful combat power.

Meng Fei also attacked with all his might, every one of them was an elite disciple, and his combat power was extraordinary at this moment.

"Kill!"

Meng Fei was like a killing god, rushing into the camp of the black-clothed man in the mask.

The Man in Black in the Mask struggled to cope, and began to suffer casualties under the onslaught. But what makes people feel cold is that the man in black in the mask does not flinch at all, even in the face of death, he is still very calm!

This eerie picture is heart-wrenching.

In the end, under the joint efforts of Qingfeng Valley and the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, none of these masked black-clothed men escaped, and all of them died here.

"Thank you!" The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were the first to be covered in blood, and their clothes were torn a lot. He bowed to Meng Fei very gratefully.

Meng Fei helped him up: "What about the others?"

The young man sighed and explained, "At that time, the space was changed, and I was trapped in the formation! If it hadn't been for the elder's sacrifice to break it, I'm afraid we would have turned into a pile of corpses long ago!"

Then the young man of the Heavenly Sword Sect said what had happened. It's much the same as Meng Fei's side.

At first, he was also trapped by the formation, then broke out, and then encountered an ambush.

If it weren't for that Heavenly Sword Sect Elder desperately trying to break it open, all of them would have been trapped in it.

"Do you know who is going to kill you?" Meng Fei asked.

"I don't know! You can see it, they are all wearing masks, and they are all dressed in uniform! I can't see the specific faces. The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect all shook their heads in confusion.

Meng Fei was not surprised, these masked black-clothed people looked at death one by one, and it was difficult to find out anything. If it weren't for the fact that he had a soul control technique and used it by chance, I'm afraid that no one would know the secret of the Bishui Sect.

Meng Fei told the Heavenly Sword Sect the news he knew, which caused a great repercussion for a while. At first, they didn't believe it, but after Meng Fei was sure again and again, they all looked dazed.

"Whether it's true or not, we are now gathering stronger strength and living well, so that we can see the final truth!"

"Brother Meng is right, the people of our Heavenly Sword Sect were all saved by you, I don't believe who you believe! We will do what you say!" The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect responded one after another, and everyone knew that it was difficult for the power of a single force to survive at all.

Everyone trimmed and turned over and moved forward again.

This hall was so big that Meng Fei had lost their sense of direction, and they only felt that there were temples in all directions.

After a long time, I encountered two more forces.

One of them was the Qin family, and when they were found, only a dozen people had survived.

On the other side is the Great Luo Immortal Sect, which is not a first-class force, and there are more than a hundred people alive, and Xiong Xiang is among them.