More than a dozen Mahayana monks retreated slightly, and then began to join forces to attack the large array of Qingling Mountain.

Although the monks in the formation also fought back, only the seven Mahayana monks could neutralize the spell attacks of several people, and most of the attacks fell on the light curtain of the formation.

As time passed, Qingling Mountain's formation became weaker and weaker, and the monks responsible for maintaining the formation began to vomit blood and fall to the ground one by one.

Seeing that the formation was about to break, Fu Heng's expression also looked a little older.

"The disciples of Qingling Mountain listened to the order, and after breaking the formation, escorted the talented disciples to retreat, these people were resisted by us old guys, and Qingling Mountain couldn't break the inheritance!"

"Yes, Ancestor!"

Thousands of Tribulation Period monks nodded one after another, and at this time, everyone showed a look of grief and indignation, and they also hated the person who pretended to be Fu Zhen to the extreme!

"Zhen'er, you go too!" Seeing that Fu Zhen had no intention of leaving at all, Fu Heng immediately asked the two disciples to pull Fu Zhen away.

"No, let go of me, grandpa, anyone can go, but I can't go, everything starts because of me, if I go, how can I be worthy of the sacrificial fellow disciples, and what face do I have to meet the ancestors of the past generations!"

Fu Heng shouted angrily when he heard this: "Why are you so confused, these people are just looking for an excuse, you are the most qualified disciple of my generation of Qingling Mountain, you are dead, who avenges us old guys, you just died like this, let my Fu family cut off the bloodline, how can you be worthy of the ancestors and ancestors!" Pull him away! ”

Fu Heng shouted, and the two monks in the late stage of the tribulation immediately stepped forward and pulled Fu Zhen away!

"No, grandpa, I can't go!"

Fu Zhen had just entered the late stage of the Tribulation, and the strength of the two people around him was not weaker than him, so he could break free there, so he could only shout unwillingly.

But Fu Heng had completely ignored his voice, at this time there had been a crack in the formation, and it was about to break, those more than 1,000 monks who stayed behind in the Tribulation Period, one by one, looked quite old, although they knew that it was difficult to have vitality after the formation of the Dao was broken, but they had no intention of retreating, these people had lived in Qingling Mountain for hundreds of thousands of years, for them, this was home, and in order to let their descendants leave safely and rebuild their homes one day, these monks who were dependent on the blood of Qingling Mountain were ready to sacrifice!

"Peng!"

The light curtain of the formation burst, thousands of Tribulation Period disciples broke through from all directions, and more than a dozen Mahayana Stage monks shot mercilessly, before these people flew out of their attack range, hundreds of people were killed, and the Mahayana period monks on this side of Qingling Mountain and those who stayed behind in the Tribulation Period rushed forward one by one to stop these people from chasing and killing those young disciples.

"Senior Brother Liao, Huaiqing, go and leave Fu Zhen behind, this person must die!" Qi Baiyu's face changed, whether they were interfaces or serious, in short, this Fu Zhen had to be killed!

"Yes!"

Liao Fan and Chu Huaiqing immediately turned around and chased after the two Tribulation Period disciples who had pulled Fu Zhen away.

"Don't want to go!"

Seeing this, Fu Heng hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but was blocked by Qi Baiyu: "Your opponent is me!" ”

"Wu An, go and save Zhen'er!"

Fu Heng saw that he couldn't get out, so he hurriedly said to Wu An.

The big man didn't hesitate at all, and chased after him directly.

"Hehe, what are you running in such a hurry, Lao Tzu hasn't opened the killing ring yet!" A monk with bloodshot eyes, holding a bloody scimitar, stopped in front of Wu An!

"Get out of here!"

Wu An was furious and attacked with all his strength to get rid of this person.

But this person's strength is not weak, and Wu An can't get out of it for a while.

Although he was anxious, Wu An was helpless.

Seeing that Liao Fan was about to catch up with Fu Zhen, Wu An's expression changed and he approached Fu Heng.

At this time, hundreds of monks in the Qingling Mountain surrounded a Mahayana monk, although it would not be a big problem for a while, but it could only be delayed for a while, this kind of thing was obviously filling in the life, not someone was killed.

Fu Wu'an approached Fu Heng and shouted, "Dad, you go and save Zhen'er!" ”

Fu Wu'an said as he spoke, the True Yuan on his body had already bulged, obviously preparing to blow up the True Yuan and seriously injure Qi Baiyu and the scimitar monk together.

"Wu'an!" Fu Heng shouted when he saw this, and then flew towards Fu Zhen with a ruthless heart.

Qi Baiyu and the scimitar monk didn't expect this Fu Wu'an to be so decisive, and they were about to blow himself up before they started fighting, so they hurriedly dodged, they didn't want to bury Fu Wu'an!

Fu Heng was dripping blood in his heart, in order to save his grandson, let his son blow himself up, no one could accept it, but for the bloodline of the Fu family and the inheritance of the sect, he could only endure his grief and save Fu Zhen.

"What are you for, why are you trying to frame us Qingling Mountain, what enmity does my Fu family have with you, what enmity does my Qingling Mountain have with you, what kind of person are you!"

Fu Heng roared angrily as he flew towards Fu Zhen!

Fu Heng's strength was much higher than Liao Fan's, so his speed was also three points faster than him, and it only took a few breaths to catch up with Liao Fan, successfully dragging him down, and letting those two disciples of the Tribulation Period take Fu Zhen away!

"Let go of me, let go of me, Dad, don't, don't!"

Fu Zhen saw that Fu Wuan was about to blow himself up, and his eyes were red and he screamed!

At this time, the aura on Fu Wu'an's body was already furious to the extreme, but when he saw that Fu Heng had successfully caught up with Liao Fan, he showed a relieved smile, his son was finally saved!

Fu Wuan can't control his spiritual power anymore, although Qi Baiyu and the scimitar monk have escaped, it is estimated that his self-explosion will not hurt the two of them, but as long as his son is saved, he will not die in vain!

"Boom!"

What's the deal with positive sounds? Why is it so small, isn't it earth-shattering to self-detonate? Is he so weak that he even has a small self-destructive voice.

"Uncle, wake up, now is not the time to sleep!"

Although Fu Wuan felt that the sound of self-detonation was a little quieter, and he was a little too obscure, but why do you care about these when you are dead, it is estimated that this consciousness is about to dissipate!

But the voice in his ears woke him up again, and he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the place where the sound came from.

"Zhen'er, why don't you, you're not Zhen'er, who are you!"

Fu Wuan instantly understood that this was not his son, but there was no difference between this person and Fu Zhen's appearance, who was this, could it be that this person was pretending to be Fu Zhen?

"Hehe, uncle, you better calm down your breath first, otherwise you won't blame me if you blow yourself up again later!" The fake Fu Zhen in front of him smiled, and then let go of Fu Wuan.

"Stop!"

At this moment, Fu Heng, who found out about the situation here, immediately burst into applause at the audience.

Originally, Fu Wu'an's self-explosion attracted everyone's attention, but it was silently appeased by a monk who suddenly appeared, and that roar was just because of the sound of Yi Cheng shattering Fu Wu'an's inner armor when he controlled his violent spiritual power.

"Fu Zhen!"

Everyone screamed.

This change came too suddenly, and no one expected that there would be a Fu Zhen again at this time.

Whoosh whoosh

After a few breaths, Qingling Mountain, Changshengmen and the others were opposed again, but this time it was not a few elders from Guanghan Palace who stood between them, but another Fu Zhen, and this person was likely to be the root of this battle, and everyone's eyes were focused on Fu Zhen in the middle.