The moment Jiang Xin broke open the gate of the Tibetan Sword Villa, he felt something in his heart, and looked in one direction from afar, he couldn't see people, but he could feel the location of the ram ginseng.

This feeling of heart-to-heart connection made him feel sick, and it was also a clear proof that he had stolen the other party's demon seed. Even though the Holy Demon Seed has been planted into his own divine soul, it still has the imprint of ram ginseng, and if it does not die, this imprint will not dissipate for a day.

Jiang Xin secretly clenched his left fist and raised his right arm to point, "Ram ginseng is over there, kill it, don't leave a single one!"

He was followed by two people, on the left was a middle-aged woman in Qingluo clothes, and on the right was a white-bearded old man, these two people were the deputy altar masters of the Yitai branch, both of them were Jiedan monks, who were originally in charge of the two nodes in the big array, and were called back by him.

And there are seven Zhuji monks plus Zhang Bozu, and the remaining twenty people are all cultivators below the condensate, plus the monks who stayed outside and controlled the big array, so many people were almost evacuated from all the elites of the Shengsheng Sect in Yitai Province.

With his order, except for Zhang Bo and the white-bearded old man who stayed by his side to protect him, the remaining Jiedan monk and the six foundation building monks rose into the air and killed in the direction he pointed, and the rest of them could not fly with their swords, but they were also vigorous, and their light skills were much higher than those of mortal warriors, and they rushed out in the blink of an eye.

Flames immediately erupted in all directions, and several foundation building monks did not forget to attack casually while flying, and one after another houses were destroyed by the sword qi, and one monk kept throwing out talismans in his hand, and exploded the flames on the ground, igniting all the way to the place he passed.

Even those condensate monks are like super chariots, advancing with the momentum of destroying and decaying, until the entire mountain villa is scorched.

It's just that although the momentum is big, there are not many casualties, and most of the people in the villa have been transferred to the ancestral shrine, and there are no more people in these places. The attacker also discovered this, and one of them raised his hand to cast a spell, and immediately locked the target in the direction of the ancestral shrine, leading everyone to rush there.

At this moment, there was an angry shout in the air: "Vertical son dare!" A young man in a green coat and a scarf held a sword in his hand, and made a false stroke, and the sword light rose up, surging like a tide, and he threw it at those monks.

This person was Pu Shaoyang, and there were several shadows behind him, and they threw themselves into various places below, fighting with the enemy.

Seeing the sword light coming, several foundation building monks were shocked, and they hurriedly tried to resist, but some people reacted faster than them, and the black banner grew wildly in the wind, resisting the sword light, and rolled it up, like a long whale absorbing water, and actually collected the sword light.

The person holding the banner was a middle-aged woman, with a golden hairpin skirt, and her face still had a bit of charm, but there were also traces of time, which was quite special in the group of female cultivators. Usually the nuns cherish their appearance very much, and there are many means to keep their appearance ageless, so except for Shou Yuan, who is unable to maintain it, most of the female nuns look very young and beautiful.

This person is one of the two monks of the Yitai branch, judging from the means of using the black banner to easily collect the sword light, her cultivation is still above Pu Shaoyang, it may be the middle stage of the Jiedan, the latter does not dare to be careless, and is vigilant with the sword.

The woman opened her mouth, her voice cold and hard, "Ram ginseng will definitely die today, Your Excellency is not a person from my sect, why do you need to wade into this troubled water, why don't you leave." ”

Pu Shaoyang smiled helplessly, he really happened to be at the right time, but there was no possibility of backing down, "Brother Ram is kind to me, I can't repay it, not to mention being entrusted by others, I can't be untrustworthy," he raised his long sword and didn't say cruel words, "Please." ”

The woman just asked casually, but she didn't really think about it, and shook her head at the moment, "If you look for death, you can't blame others." The black banner in his hand unfolded, and the wind kept rolling, occasionally mixed with some sword qi that had just been taken away.

Pu Shaoyang concentrated on the right, the long sword or point or stab, secretly in line with the principle of the starry sky, surrounded by the Tao and the stars, and did not fall into the wind.

The two Jiedan monks and many Zhuji monks fought no worse than modern warfare, and even exceeded, with a loud bang, fire, and aura intertwined, but in a moment, a good Zhuangzi was beaten into ruins.

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Near the ancestral shrine, Guo Jifeng was standing on a stone at this time, holding a spear in his hand, looking at the battle situation outside worriedly.

There are constantly disciples who report the results of their observations, the enemy is very powerful, obviously they all have cultivation, although Pu Shaoyang and Ram Ginseng's men are extremely tenacious, but they are also forced to retreat constantly, the current situation estimates, at most a stick of incense kung fu they can fight here.

When the time comes, the whole village will not even be able to block the enemy's casual blow.

Guo Jifeng has never felt that he is so powerless, he is more than 20 years old martial arts, he has a lot of fame in the rivers and lakes, and after practicing the mountain villa stunt "Soul Breaking Gun", he has been ranked among the first-class masters, there are few more powerful martial artists in Yitai Province, he has no ambition to be the first in the world, but he also feels that there is no problem in sheltering a family.

But now it looks like a joke.

The villa is known as the inheritance of the sword immortal, and he is naturally not ignorant of the existence of monks, in fact, every twenty years, an immortal master will come to the villa to select cultivation seedlings according to the covenant of the ancestors, and this time it is Pu Shaoyang. He even knew that sixty years earlier, one of his uncles had been chosen to become a monk.

But even so, he never imagined the strength of the monk. Although those immortal masters were mysterious, none of them were idle and bored to show their power to mortals at will, and it was not until today that he realized that he relied on the martial arts of protecting his family and guarding his family, and in front of these monks, he was not even as good as a child's juggling tricks.

Although the two sides fought in the villa, as the owner, he was powerless to live or die for himself and his family.

It doesn't get any more humiliating than that.

"Boom!", he saw from a distance that the watchtower had been hit by something, crumbling, and in the violent shaking, the brass bell on the top broke and fell straight down, making a loud "dang!" sound.

As if someone knocked it in his mind, Guo Jifeng suddenly remembered something, pulled over a clan elder next to him who was also full of sadness, and said very quickly: "Do you remember, the ancestors have a saying, if you encounter an irresistible foreign enemy, take three incense sticks, and bow to the immortal master tablet to solve the crisis." ”

The latter was stunned at first, and then suddenly, the ancestral precept has been passed down for more than 100 years, and it is only recited once when worshipping the ancestors, and he didn't take it to heart at all on weekdays, just thought that it was the blessing of the ancestors, and he didn't think about it carefully.

Guo Jifeng's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and hurriedly took the clan elder to the shrine, and after some searching, he found the incense from an ancient wooden box.

Holding the three red incense sticks, Guo Jifeng didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly ordered the people around him: "Gather everyone together and worship the ancestors!"