In the ancestral ancestral hall, everyone in the villa was panicking, they had also heard about the situation outside, in the face of such a strong enemy, they didn't know what to do, Guo Jifeng said Zu Xun, everyone had a glimmer of hope, and they echoed it.

Without his arrangement, he followed the previous appearance of worshipping his ancestors, and fell to the ground under the pressure of one piece, claiming that his ancestors blessed him.

Guo Jifeng also took a few clan elders to light up the incense and insert it in front of the largest tablet in the middle of the table.

After the three fine incense sticks were inserted, Guo Jifeng took half a step back, waited for a moment but did not see any change, his heart was anxious, he knelt down with a pop, and several clan elders behind him also knelt down one after another, only to hear Guo Jifeng say sadly: "The immortal master is above, each of the ancestors and ancestors, and the descendants of Guo Jifeng kowtow to tell him, and now the foreign enemy is invading, and we are powerless to resist, so I have to ask the ancestors and the ancestors and the most virtuous immortal master to appear and protect the old and young of the villa...... Ancestors and ancestors, Kunyang Zhenren, Kunyang Immortal, save us!"

After saying that, he kowtowed on the ground, and everyone behind him also kowtowed loudly for help, and suddenly the cries for help in the ancestral shrine became one.

The green smoke on the three fine incense sticks curled, suddenly as if blown by the wind, gradually approached the immortal tablet, drilled into its base, everyone shouted, the fine incense also burned faster and faster, in the blink of an eye, all the green smoke drilled into the tablet like flowing water, disappeared.

Guo Jifeng caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, but saw that the immortal master's tablet suddenly sank, and it didn't even enter the offering table, and then it pierced out from under the wooden table and fell straight into the ground, as if it was a waterhole, not land.

Before he could exclaim, the earth suddenly shook, and then strange lines and runes emerged from the ground, and in the rumbling sound of stone rubbing, a stone platform rose from the ground in front of the offering table, lifted to a height of a person, and a small sword the size of a palm slowly floated up from the stone platform, the whole body was like a crystal carving, radiating crystal brilliance, carrying and floating in mid-air.

Seeing this vision, everyone immediately cheered, Guo Jifeng was also excited, respectfully kowtowed a few more times, stood up and jumped, and grabbed the small sword. In his opinion, this must be the magic weapon left by his ancestors to defeat the enemy.

However, before the palm of his hand touched the small sword, there was a crackle, and a lightning light hit his hand, Guo Jifeng's body suddenly became numb, and he couldn't mobilize half of his strength, as if he had been immobilized, he fell straight down and fell the ground.

Fortunately, Guo Jifeng's martial arts are superb and his body is very strong, he was not injured in this fall, and the paralysis on his body disappeared, but his face sank, he saw it clearly, the electric light was inspired from the small sword, and he had long heard that the magic weapon had a spirit, did it not recognize itself?

Guo Jifeng was shocked, but he heard a buzzing sound, the light on the small sword expanded and contracted, and the whole space seemed to tremble, he only felt that his mind was dizzy, as if his soul had been shaken out of his body, and then he heard an exclamation, and concentrated on looking, but it was the people kneeling in the ancestral shrine who were greatly shaken one by one, and fell unconscious.

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At the foot of the mountain, although Mr. Wen was prepared, he was still smashed, looking at the golden pagoda that had condensed and formed again in mid-air, how could he not know that the Shi Dao people had rebelled, and at the same time he was shocked in his heart, he was furious: "Shi Qingchen, you are so daring! betray the Holy Son, you are not afraid that the Great Elder will refine you!"

The stone man showed his figure, covering his right arm, but there was no scar on it, obviously it was just a trick to cut off an arm by Sun Baichuan before.

"Shi Qingshan, what benefits did the ram ginseng give you!, and it made you work so hard!?" Mr. Wen asked loudly.

Shidao people know that he was not rebelled by the ram at all, but planted in Mo Fei's hands, but I am afraid that no one will believe this words, he sighed, and said to Sun Baichuan on the opposite side: "Sun Protector, Jiang Xin has gone to the mountain, there is not much time, let's join forces." ”

Although Sun Baichuan didn't know what was going on with Shidao people, it didn't prevent him from distinguishing priorities, and at that moment, the giant knife was sharpened, and he laughed, "It's really a lot of help, Wen Qi Nian, obediently suffer death!"

Mr. Wen complained bitterly in his heart, hurriedly pinched the trick, trying to control the blood demon, a Sun Baichuan he could not deal with, plus a stone Taoist whose strength was not below him, he really couldn't beat it, and he urgently needed a helper.

In his mind, the big array was arranged with his array, although it lost its control center, it might still be able to have an impact, but after a few spells, the blood demon did not move at all, and the feedback was full of repulsion.

Mr. Wen was taken aback, this is the rhythm of the backlash. Although the blood demon was born from a large array, it was not a puppet-like dead thing, and the red talisman at its core contained a monster remnant soul, once the large array was broken, it was possible to backfire its master.

This battle really can't be fought, Mr. Wen no longer has any other thoughts, the folding fan is opened, and the Mozhu Sword Array guards the body, shouting loudly: "Let's do it slowly! I am willing to leave here, and I will never participate in this matter again......" The general trend has gone, and he is not ready to flee for Jiang Xin's loyalty.

Sun Baichuan hesitated slightly, but Shi Daoren sneered: "Do you know that you won't come back?" ”

Mr. Wen still had to make a guarantee, but the stone man didn't wait for him to speak, the pagoda radiated light, and he was going to suppress him on the spot. He had already thought very clearly, betraying the Holy Son, the Shengsheng Sect would not be able to go back, and sooner or later he would have to face retaliation, but if he killed all the people who knew about it this time, it would take some time for the Great Elder to figure out what was going on, and he would be able to make more preparations.

What's more, if he let Wen Qi Nian go today, he will not be grateful, he will only hate his betrayal, since he is destined to be an enemy, why not kill it early.

Sun Baichuan also collected his thoughts when he saw his shot, and attacked it with a knife, anyway, Wen Qinian was an enemy or a friend, and it was better to die.

"Shi Qingchen, be a man and leave a line," Mr. Wen shouted aggrievedly, "Why rush to kill everything!"

"What would he think if you came to kill me one day?"

Shidaoren Golden Pagoda is good at defense, and has the effect of suppressing mana and soul, which can weaken the enemy's strength, and Sun Baichuan is extremely good at attacking, and his power is incomparable.

"Okay, good, since you have to fight to the death, I will fulfill you!" was pressed and beaten for a long time, and was stabbed twice by Sun Baichuan, although he avoided the edge, he was still injured a lot, his clothes were stained with blood, and the image of the original chic scribe was gone, knowing that he would die if he continued like this, Mr. Wen was ruthless in his heart, and he yelled, with a posture of dying together.

At the same time, the sword array suddenly expanded outward, turning into sixteen streamers, encircling all three of them in it, and the monstrous mana of the Jindan Grandmaster shrank inward, and the Jindan in his body swelled and made a loud bang.