Inside the inn, Xia Qing and the others were amazed and shocked, but outside Wuzhou City, the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect were numb, and the torrent of mountain peaks was rolling towards them, and the speed of the rumbling was getting faster and faster.

High in the air, Xiahou Xuanfeng couldn't be calm, and his face was very ugly.

The Dakang Dynasty has collapsed, and the elite of the Western Expedition has almost been wiped out, and even the eunuch Yantian, known as the guardian saint, has died. Next, as long as you capture Wuzhou City in one go and destroy the Wuzhou masters gathered in the city, you can easily control Wuzhou, occupy this piece of feng shui treasure land since ancient times, and then build the power center of the heavenly world here, Heavenly Court, and control all the vassal states and cultivation sects in the world. However, he was about to successfully enter Wuzhou City, but was interrupted by the sudden torrent of mountain peaks.

"What's going on, how can the mountain peaks move?"

"Run, run!"

The disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect reacted and fled for their lives in all directions.

The torrent of mountain peaks accelerated again, overwhelmingly pressing up, and the majestic peaks cast huge black shadows, and the peaks squeezed and collided with each other. The Heavenly Dao Sect disciples were very fast, but they still didn't have time to escape, and they were quickly overwhelmed by the torrent of mountain peaks. A great master at the peak of the life and death realm is also a dead end when he is involved between these mountain peaks, and his bones will be crushed into pieces. For a moment, a terrible scream was heard far away in the night sky.

Li Yuan, the king of the pagoda, made a move, threw out the pagoda in his palm, and when he saw the wind, he hit it head-on with the torrent of the mountain peak, wanting to forcibly block it. As a result, when he touched it head-on, the speed of the mountain peak in front did not decrease, but Li Yuan's pagoda was directly knocked into the air, and many cracks appeared, and Li Yuan hurriedly put the pagoda away.

Whew! The wind is howling.

Li Yuan looked up and found a long black shadow falling from the sky, and he didn't have time to see what was going on, and even the pagoda was pulled out.

On the snow-covered mountains, the little girl rolled up her long whip and drove the mountains with her feet in a graceful manner.

Inside the inn, Xia Qing's pupils constricted.

How powerful Li Yuan, the Heavenly King of the Pagoda, was just now, he had already seen it, even the Yantian eunuch, who was known as the patron saint of the Great Kang Dynasty, died under his pagoda, and now, he was whipped out and flew out!

Shepherds, shepherds!

It's not the mountains that graze, it's the immortals!

Xia Qing was completely shocked, and at this moment, he finally understood what it meant to have a sky outside the sky. In the eyes of the world, the pinnacle of life and death is an existence that can only be looked up to, and it is a god-like master, but in the eyes of a herding person, ants are not as good!

The terrible screams kept coming, and the masters of the Heavenly Dao Sect fell down one by one.

Previously, the soldiers of the Great Kang Dynasty had been mercilessly slaughtered and fell in pieces, but now, it was the turn of the Heavenly Dao Gate.

Xiahou Xuanfeng's long-cherished wish is shocking, and there are also many masters under his command, and he does have the capital to control all the vassal states and cultivation sects in the world, but when he arrives in Wuzhou, he hits a wall. In the face of the invasion of the Dakang Dynasty and the Heavenly Dao Gate, it was difficult for the Seven Star Old Man, the Qingniu City Lord, and Ouyang Liuchuan and other masters of Wuzhou to compete, but this was only a small part of the strength of Wuzhou, there were countless ancient ruins and great murderous places, and there were also ancient existences with super strong cultivation.

High in the air, Xiahou Xuanfeng's face became even more ugly, he slowly raised his sharp long sword, and was about to make a move in person, when a henchman walked up, "Master Tianshi, by all means." This is the ancient Mushan people, the secret guardians of Wuzhou, each of them has boundless magical powers, and hard work will only bring more heavy casualties. This operation is not at the right time, so let's withdraw!"

"Heavenly Master, think twice!"

More followers stepped forward to ask for orders, with their super cultivation, a few of them could hang in the air to avoid the collision of the torrent of mountain peaks, but the warriors of the vassal sects and vassal states could not, and if they didn't retreat, the consequences would be the same as those of the Dakang Dynasty.

"Withdraw!"

Xiahou Xuanfeng sent out a word from between his teeth, turned around and left.

As confidants said, this time is not the right time. How to explore the terrain of Wuzhou, how to deal with the Dakang Dynasty and the terrible poisonous fog, he has all calculated. The only thing I didn't calculate was to meet an ancient existence in Wuzhou like the Mushan people. Even if you miss this step, it will become a failure.

"The Heavenly Master has an order, retreat immediately!"

"Everyone listen to the order, withdraw from Wuzhou, quickly!"

The shouts of the masters of the Heavenly Dao Sect resounded in the night sky, and the army retreated in a hurry. Accidentally fell behind, left the protection of the master, and was immediately engulfed by the terrible poisonous mist. As a result, almost one-third of them died in the poisonous fog in a panic, and although they retreated decisively and did not fight hard with the Mushan people, the casualties were extremely heavy.

The torrent of mountain peaks is closer, boundless like a torrent across Wuzhou.

The Dakang Dynasty was almost completely annihilated, and the Tiandaomen also suffered heavy casualties and had to retreat, but in Wuzhou City, the people were not happy. Looking at the torrent of mountain peaks getting closer and closer, everyone was extremely nervous, whether it was the Qingniu City Lord or Ouyang Liuchuan, they all asked themselves if they had the ability to block the torrent of mountain peaks, and could only watch the distance getting closer and closer. Xiahou Xuanfeng couldn't stop it, and of course Wuzhou City couldn't do it, and the entire castle would be smashed to pieces.

"Old man, still don't make a move?"

In the inn, Yu Qi Niang couldn't hold her breath, worried about the safety of the Zoroastrian disciples, "Wuzhou City can't be stopped, everyone is going to die!"

Zhao Da's mouth was silent, and his heart was also shocked.

In the state of rage, he was confident that he would blow up a mountain with one punch, but thousands of towering mountains were rushing up together, and he was powerless to stop it.

"Qi Niang, I'm old, do you think I still have the ability to block this old bone?"

The old shopkeeper shook his head, still not intending to make a move.

Tang Banbei silently drank wine alone, as if he didn't care about the life and death of the people in Wuzhou City, but Lu Madman suddenly took out a handful of nails from his arms, stretched out his hand and threw them, these nails hung in the air, faintly laying down a wonderful forbidden magic circle. was about to incite Yuan Li to urge this ban, but was dragged by the old shopkeeper.

"Slow, madman, it's not time yet, wait a little longer. ”

The old shopkeeper squinted his eyes at the torrent of mountain peaks rolling in, and said slowly: "The Mushan people have never welcomed outsiders to enter Wuzhou, but most of the people gathered in Wuzhou City are suffering people who are wandering all over the world, and they will not necessarily attack them!"

"Old man, how can you be sure that the Mushan people will not kill innocents indiscriminately?" Yu Qiniang was anxious, the front peak was only more than ten meters away from Wuzhou City.

The situation was critical, and Xia Qing was also extremely nervous.

The Qingniu City Lord and the White Demon and the others have not had time to evacuate, as soon as Wuzhou City is broken, they will be in danger, and the Guangling Temple and the spider demon hidden underground may not be able to escape.

On the snowy mountain, the little girl with bare feet suddenly raised her long whip, rushed to the front of the mountain peak and trembled, urgently changed direction, and slid through Wuzhou City with the torrent of mountain peaks.

Good!

That's great!

Xia Qing and the others cheered loudly, and the next moment, the smile on their faces suddenly froze. The torrent of mountain peaks turned a corner in the river valley, and it just happened to roll towards Beacon Mountain, as if it was about to knock down the mountain that guarded the gateway of Wuzhou.