In the apse of the Patriarch Hall of the Flying Immortal Gate, the old man of the lonely mountain who was dying explained the aftermath to Lu Liang.

His voice was very indistinct, but he still tried to express what he meant:

"When Qinghan is promoted to the Yuan Infant, tell her the news of my death and give her these things as well. ”

"Lu Liang, the future Feixian Gate may be the era of you and Qinghan, Qinghan's kid is so strong, but he has no ambition, you must work together. ”

"The bell offering is very powerful, the origin is mysterious, you have to remember, no matter what the time, no matter what the situation, do not clash with him, and keep respect for him. ”

"This time to annihilate the enemy, Zhong offered a great deal of it, and remembered to give him a copy of what he captured. ”

"Now Feixianmen has a very good development momentum, as long as it survives for a few decades, it can be revived...... Pity...... I can't see ......"

Lu Liang knelt on the ground, listening to the old man talking about the things behind him, and as he spoke, there was no sound.

When he looked up, the old man's eyes were closed, and his life was cut off, but he had already died.

"Uncle Shi!"

Lu Liang fell to the ground and cried, unable to suppress his grief.

The Flying Immortal Sect wanted to maintain its deterrent power, and before Ling Qinghan advanced to the rank of Yuan Infant, the news of the death of the old man of the Lonely Mountain must not be reported.

Although Lu Liang was sad in his heart, he could only put his body into the storage ring according to what the old man of Gushan said.

When he came out of the apse of the Patriarch Palace, he had already changed his murderous face and came to the Law Enforcement Hall.

Finding Elder Chen in the Law Enforcement Hall, Lu Liang took out dozens of identity plates of inner disciples and said to Elder Chen: "Elder Taishang just explained that none of the people who left these identity plates can be left behind—regardless of their background, they don't listen to explanations. ”

When Elder Chen saw these nameplates, he thought of the Golden Armor Pavilion Monk's entry into the inner gate, and he also gritted his teeth and said, "I won't let go of these evil obstacles!"

At the inner gate of the Feixian Gate, a great purge began.

There are those identity plates, it is convenient to find the corresponding person, and some of them may really just be accidentally lost, but who cares?

The enemy has already invaded, and no sect will boldly allow those who are suspicious to remain within the sect.

The best solution is to die.

No matter how good a disciple is, there is only one killing word.

The heart is no longer on the side of the sect, no matter how good it is, what is the significance of the sect? It is impossible for the sect to spend effort to cultivate its own enemies.

When the moles were cleared on the side of the Feixian Gate, the foundation-building monks of the two sects on the side of the Demon Ridge had already started fighting.

The three hundred foundations of the Golden Armor Pavilion entered the mountain from the north, and in line with the purpose of delaying time, they walked forward leisurely, and did not tie the magic talisman.

At this rate, it will take about two or three days to reach the junction.

Gongsun Ming looked at it for a while, and couldn't help it, so he ridiculed Huo Xuan: "Walking so slowly, are you all turtles in the Golden Armor Pavilion?"

Huo Yu sneered and said disdainfully: "Wait for work, common sense of soldiers, I don't understand this, and I dare to talk nonsense here." ”

He felt that Shan Xiu took most of the Jindan monks from the sect to attack the Feixian Gate without the Yuanying Monk, and it would take about a day to enter the interference of the Feixian Gate Mountain Protection Array.

If the battle here is over in one day, no matter whether he wins or loses, Gongsun Ming will return to Feixian Gate, at that time, there is such a Yuanying monk presiding over the big array, even if he also participates in the attack, it is not a matter of a day or two to break through.

So his strategy is to drag Gongsun Ming here as much as possible.

The two factions of foundation-building monks can really drag on for three days to encounter, and that is the best state.

Unfortunately, things didn't go his way.

There was no idea of delaying on the side of the Flying Immortal Gate, and those foundation building monks were all tied to the Divine Talisman and rushed north with a roar.

Half an hour later, the disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect had reached the boundary between the two factions, but they did not see the shadow of the enemy.

"Are those grandsons all turtles?

The disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect began to complain.

"But isn't it, they all say that turtle grandsons and turtle grandsons, they are the grandsons of turtles. ”

"Why don't you call it the Golden Armor Pavilion? Isn't it a turtle that crawls with a carapace?"

"Senior brother, I have to remind you that the shell lang also crawls on the shell. ”

Rushing with the Divine Talisman was a bit of a drain on their physical strength, and they also had the idea of waiting for work, so they began to rest at the dividing line.

But what I didn't expect was that after resting for half an hour, I still didn't see the shadow of the other party.

Someone couldn't help but fly up into the air, flew forward for a while, and came back and exclaimed: ", those grandsons are still grinding at the foot of the northernmost mountain! Are they thinking of coming back to fight after the New Year?"

Many of the monks of the Flying Immortal Sect were not calm, and they got up one after another and said, "Are you still waiting for a hair, let's go over and kill them!"

So, he tied up the amulet, crossed the line, and headed north.

Huo Xuan's eyebrows raised, and he scolded in his heart: "These things that don't know whether they are dead or alive, isn't it good to let you live a few more days?"

His strategy was disrupted by this group of people who didn't know how to work at all, which made him very unhappy.

The Flying Immortal Gate was not blindly rampage, and while charging, it sent a person to explore the way forward.

Their plan was to wait until they were only five miles away from the people of the Golden Armor Pavilion, so that they would not rush forward and rest in place, lest they run over exhausted and meet the vigorous monks of the Golden Armor Pavilion.

And the person sent out was Zhou Yu.

Although Zhou Yu is only in the late stage of foundation building, he has been in the late stage of foundation building for a long time, the foundation is firm, the mana is strong, and the flying sword used is at the level of the best spiritual weapon, even if he is discovered by the monks of the Golden Armor Pavilion in the past, he can escape back.

This task was requested by Zhou Yu on his own initiative.

The person in charge of the on-site dispatch in Feixian Gate was a woman named Qu Jianying, who was Ling Qinghan's apprentice and built the foundation of the Great Perfection Realm, and she agreed to Zhou Yu's request.

A sword light rose, and Zhou Yu flew north.

His goal is not just to be an outpost of the Flying Immortal Gate.

After getting those firearms from Zhong Yuan, he wanted to try the power of such firearms so much.

If the two armies met and got into a scuffle, some things would not be so convenient to use, and he would have to use them in advance.

Edgeworth flies high and high, much faster than crossing mountains and mountains with a divine talisman tied.

The straight-line distance between the two sides is actually only more than 20 miles.

Zhou Yu's sword flew over a few mountains, and he saw three hundred Golden Armor Pavilion monks slowly climbing halfway up the mountain.

Their formation is not very dispersed, it is relatively dense.

Zhou Yu was overjoyed, and his heart was: "This is it!"

Edgeworth flew into the air, and with a shake of his hand, one or two hundred pounds of high explosives were thrown down from the storage bag.