There are more than 100,000 people in black, plus tens of thousands of people from the evil sect who have defected, it is not easy to rush out.

Although Fang Suren disagreed with the title of the head of the house, he had a warm personality and general knowledge, and understood that now was not the time to care about these, so he wrapped it in thunder and lightning in his hand and rushed all the way over!

"Guangwen, you go too!" The fourth elder has been in a high position for many years, and his own strength is very powerful, speaking of which, he is even stronger than that Chen Xiang'e, he has been paying close attention to the Qingdian, this Kunlun head who makes him disdainful, gives him a feeling of being strong, mysterious and impenetrable. This power, even if it is taken to the outer realm, is extremely powerful, so why did he stay in Kunlun, and why did he let his disciples go to Wudang?

When he thought about it, Qingdian glanced at him with a smile that seemed to be a smile, which was very dazzling.

Elder Chen Si suddenly remembered one thing, forty years ago, two very outstanding teenagers in the human realm entered the outer world through abnormal channels, and they had completed a series of impossible miracles in a short period of time, and their strength had increased so fast that it was unbelievable. They were like two rising stars, so that the major families extended olive branches to them, but the two teenagers refused any invitation. was sniped by the enraged families, but they were all mercilessly killed by the two teenagers. Forty years later, the two teenagers quietly disappeared again, and no one knew where they had gone.

Although his face changed slightly, he still recognized that Qingdian was one of the two young men, and he was also a person who was ordered by the family not to offend.

"Fourth uncle, I'm ......" Chen Guangwen looked at the dense black-clothed man, his scalp was fried, and he didn't dare to rush at all. He is the son of a descendant of the world, and his life is precious, where can he dare to take risks?

"Guangwen, you have to remember that you are not the only descendant of Sanxian Island. To stand out, you have to come up with something that is directly appealing to the elders. Seeing that his nephew's face was still pale, he slowed down, "Go, I guess there must be a chance in that place, you have to grab it from the Kunlun disciple." ”

After speaking, Elder Chen Si wrapped several ice snakes around his hands, and as soon as he sent them forward, the ice snakes instantly turned into behemoths, and wherever they passed, they suddenly fell into the severe cold, and the things they touched condensed into ice, and then shattered into pieces.

Chen Guangwen knew that this was the fourth uncle who was clearing the way for him.

He has always trusted the fourth uncle, and in the father's line of Sanxian Island, the fourth uncle is also a resourceful brain.

"Yaxian, you also go over, if you still need the help of my Three Immortals Island." In the end, I am not at ease, Elder Chen Si said again.

Zeng Yaxian's shoulders trembled slightly, and there was a faint humiliating light in his eyes, which made people feel distressed.

In the end, she didn't dare to disobey and followed.

"Hmph." Elder Cheng snorted lightly, disdainful, what idea did she play, don't others know? Getting something without giving anything is too beautiful to think about.

"I'll go too!" Liu Simei's eyes blinked, and she fell behind the two like green smoke.

Elder Chen Si frowned, but unfortunately he was no longer allowed to think about it, hundreds of black-clothed people had already surrounded him, he looked around, as far as he had the most black-clothed people here, Yan Zòng suspected that someone had done it on purpose.

With resentment in his heart, he clapped his palms continuously, and there was a world of ice edges around him.

He originally wanted to go to Wudang with his nephew, but now he had to hold back. The passage he opened had also been filled by the man in black.

Qianming took the lead, he was dressed in brocade clothes, which was not conducive to fighting, but between the swords, the neon came out, full of red rivers, a gentleman, such as Lan Rupei, between the swords, the green smoke disappeared, the white clouds scattered, the humble son, like a picturesque poem.

Every movement of him is a beautiful picture that can be painted.

In response to that sentence, the son fights with a sword!

can kill people so elegantly, Qianming can be said to be the first person.

Fang Suren, who could see that he was following behind, also had to admit that everyone in the world was literate, and the fairy son deserved it.

He advanced extremely fast, and every black-clothed person in the Ghost Gate couldn't stop him with a sword.

Fang Suren's hands were full of lightning, leaving scorched black traces of thunder and lightning along the way, and he didn't know what kind of psychology it was, he didn't want to walk the road left by Qianying without trouble, but recreated a path by himself, although he couldn't do it so well and reduce the enemy, but he tried his best not to fall behind.

"A young man's heart with spring!" Qingdian was very emotional, "I really miss my lost youth." ”

There were thousands of people who carried out a surprise attack, and soon, the two broke through the defense line and broke out of the encirclement.

Chen Guangwen, Zeng Yaxian, and Liu Simei are also powerful, and everyone in the world can't imagine it, and they threw out some magic weapons and sulfur stones in their hands one after another, plus their exercises, and also rushed out.

It's just that Chen Guangwen lost some envoys and maids, and Zeng Yaxian also lost some faces.

Thousands of miles away, Wudang Mountain.

Wudang Mountain covers an area of tens of millions of hectares, the scenery is magnificent, the mountains are stacked, the smoke locks the green screen, since ancient times, it is known as "the unparalleled victory of ancient times, the first immortal mountain in the world".

It is a good place for immortal cultivators in the human world.

Seventy-two peaks, thirty-six cliffs, twenty-four streams, each of which has a legendary story, is a Taoist holy place rich in content.

Under normal circumstances, at this moment, it must be a bell ringing slowly, and each disciple is stepping on a flying sword, coming and going, but today, this Wudang Mountain is spreading with gloomy clouds and miserable mist, and the bloody breath can be smelled from afar.

In the vast emerald color, in the thick air that seemed to be stained with blood, on a protruding tree, a man stood barefoot in the air.

He had silver blonde hair, which now fluttered like waves at the back of his head, pinned by two turquoise hairpins.

A pair of eyebrows that grow into the sideburns, but they don't look sharp, and there is even a softness that embraces the world.

The erect nose, pink jelly-like lips, and the lines of the face are not as rigid as ordinary men, and they can even be said to be exquisite, but they don't look feminine at all.

The most peculiar thing is his eyes, which are silver-white, but the eyeballs are red, and there is a circle of impellers distributed in the eye pain.

It's a pity that such a wonderful person is a blind man.

He was wearing a plain white robe, neither brocade nor cotton, and his wide sleeves were also fluttering in the wind.

There are no ornaments on the clothes, but they make people feel luxurious and extraordinary for no reason. Every part of him is the most perfect masterpiece, so why decorate?

He is like an alien immortal, independent of the world.

"One place, two places, three places...... It's been so many years, Cangkong, what do you want, is it enough? You say that the world is responsible for you, and you want to rule the world. You said that everything in the world is a chess piece, and life and death depend on your plan, yes, after so many years, how many people have you killed and how many evils you have done, are you enough? You won't be enough, you won't be enough. You are burdened with endless slaughter, mountains of corpses, and bloodshed, none of which represent your sins. Sky, you want me...... What to do? ”

A little soft, a little hoarse, the sound of the waves, slowly drifting into the air.

There were 50,000 black-clothed people who raided Wudang, and because there was no one to support them, the number of black-clothed people did not increase, but even so, Wudang suffered heavy losses, and the death toll continued to surge.

"If we go on like this, we're going to be finished!" The hall master of the Elder Hall of Wudang Mountain said, beside them, there are elite disciples of Wudang who remain, these people are the foundation of Wudang Mountain, and they must not be lost.

"Youyou Wudang, suffering from this great disaster, how can it be good!"

"Are we going to be wiped out?"

Fear, fear, and uneasiness are like a plague that haunts the multitude!

Looking into the distance, it seems that you can see the mountains that stained the halls red with blood, the beautiful Wudang, at this moment, the seventy-two halls and thirty-six palaces were all damaged, and they were full of devastation.

This disaster came too suddenly, and no one was prepared for it.

Their siblings, brothers and friends, were lost forever in this disaster.

Including many hall masters and elders, they also died to save the elite disciples.

Today, there are less than twenty surviving hall masters, which shows their loss.

If you don't do it, you will destroy the faction!

Anger has made them unable to control themselves, and sadness has made them even more unbearable!

Many young geniuses have died, and the living, some are overwhelmed, others have precipitated sadness, and their eyes reveal perseverance, which is the hope of Wudang!

"What are you panicking about!" A loud shout, the breath through the rainbow, will save people from fear and fear, this shout, full of energy, has the power of refreshing.

The one who came, but it was an old man with a fairy wind.

Seeing him, the various elders hall masters bowed their heads one after another, showing their respect for him.

This old man is a legend of Wudang Mountain, an old man of Tianji.

"What are you afraid of? Destroy the door? Wudang will not destroy the door, even if the entire Wudang is gone, as long as there is a disciple alive, Wudang will not be destroyed, as long as the spirit of Wudang is there, Wudang can stand up again. So, what are you afraid of? ”

The old man has a strong breath, and when he is silent, he is a kind old man, but once he makes a sound, he is the spiritual symbol of Wudang!

"Old man Tianji, you say, can I still be saved in Wudang?" A hall master asked with hope, the enemy is so powerful, if there is a way to save it, it is great!

"Wudang has its own blessings. Now you follow me to immediately activate the formation and start defense, as long as you can resist for a while longer, our Wudang will be saved! ”

After the old man Tianji finished speaking, his chest rose and fell violently, and he secretly swallowed a mouthful of black blood.

Heaven is obscured, he consumes his vitality to calculate, and he can't calculate a clear result, only faintly feeling that the opportunity to save Wudang is coming from two directions.

The hall master elders and various elite disciples who survived less than 10,000 people heard the words of the old man of Tianji, and immediately cheered up, and opened a huge defensive formation on the main peak Zixiao Palace, although they knew that this formation could not stop the enemy for long, but their trust in the old man of Tianji came from the bones, and the old man said that if there is hope, there must be hope!

Until then, they need to risk their lives to protect them!