Mr. Dark Cloud gave an order.

Suddenly, a large number of people appeared in the city, holding bows and crossbows, aiming at the young Taoist priest in mid-air.

The Taoist priest's eyes flickered slightly: "Senior, what do you mean?"

On the city street below, a person appeared, who was the head of the Hanshan faction.

He looked up to the sky and said loudly: "Thank you, Daoist is invited, Mr. Wuyun once said that he wants you to forget the truth and see the elders." ”

Xie Zhao took a deep breath: "Poor Dao has no disrespect, it is all because he is worried about his junior brother, so he came first."

However, the seniors are tolerant, and the poor road is outside, and they have the authorization of the teacher, and they act on behalf of the truth. ”

He is the first successor of the Forgetful Truth, and he will pay attention to the successor in the future.

Forgetting the truth has begun to cultivate his prestige, in order to give him a lot of authorization, many elders in the sect can't compare.

In the past, when someone from the same disciple provoked a strong enemy outside, Xie Zhao usually rushed to support or negotiate with the enemy first.

Many times, there is a concept of forgetfulness as a backing, and when the etiquette arrives, everyone has face, so they go down the steps together and turn the conflict into a jade silk.

But it's a pity that this time, no matter how good his courtesy is, he can't stand the opponent's sincere desire to find fault......

After Xie Zhao finished speaking, Zhang Dongyun did not respond.

Seeing this, the head of the Hanshan faction immediately waved his hand.

In an instant, hundreds of armor-piercing arrows flew into the air and shot straight at Xie Zhao.

The attackers, in addition to the disciples of the Hanshan faction, also had many Tang army soldiers.

In order to get rid of the hard work of the captive coolies, they were more attentive than the disciples of the Hanshan Sect at the moment, and they only wanted to make up for their mistakes as soon as possible.

The young Taoist priest in mid-air soon became a target for arrows.

He wasn't shot as a hedgehog though.

Those sharp arrows flew directly through his body and flew straight into the distance.

Xie Zhao in mid-air, like an ethereal cloud of smoke, was pierced by flying arrows through holes one by one.

The hole spread, and his whole body was twisted and deformed, turning into a cloud of smoke and drifting away.

"The illusion of forgetting the truth!"

The head of the Hanshan faction shouted: "The area covered by the arrow rain has expanded!"

The crowd divided the angles of the crossbow shots even wider.

At the same time, more people in the city heard the news, and drew their crossbows, aiming at the smoke clouds floating in the air.

The area covered by the arrow rain expanded, and the smoke clouds in the air distorted and changed, and Xie Zhao's figure really reappeared.

However, he was now flying out of the city, and he was about to cross the walls.

Since the seniors insisted on doing so, the juniors had no choice but to retire first, and asked the elders to come and negotiate with the seniors. ”

Xie Zhao's tone was still calm, and he waved a dusty rod in his hand, pushing away the arrows that were close to him.

But his expression soon changed slightly.

The young Taoist priest was forced to fly out of the city, and instead of advancing, he retreated.

With this backslash, he dodged a hurricane.

An old man slowly rose from the ground and blocked in front of Xie Zhao.

"That's ...... Great Wind and Cloud Palm?" The young Taoist priest frowned slightly: "People from the Chen family?"

The old man said indifferently: "Little Dao Chief, please stay." ”

Xie Zhao swept the corner of his eyes, and found that below, many people gathered over, all staring at him.

Several of them, Zhou's body was steaming with blood and steaming, and while it was hot, it seemed that a small storm had faintly formed, revolving around the body.

"The cultivation of the Dragon Scroll Secret Archive is really the Chen family. ”

Xie Zhao regained his composure.

The old man in front of him can stand in the air, at least the fifth realm of martial arts, the cultivation of the flying general.

Among the dozen or so Chen clan people below, there are many martial artists from the fourth realm of martial arts, who can also glide into the air for a short time.

A group of people surrounded Xie Zhao in all directions, blocking Xie Zhao's way out of the city.

Behind him, the head of the Hanshan Sect of the Fourth Realm of the Martial Dao also caught up.

Xie Zhao looked at the old man in front of him: "It turns out that the Chen family has taken refuge in this Chang'an City." ”

He pinched a spell in one hand, and there was a faint flash of light in his eyes.

"You can't fool the old. ”

The figure of the old man in front of him suddenly slashed through the air.

The target was not Xie Zhao, who was chanting the Dharma, but the empty place next to him.

However, as the old man's palms stirred up the wind and clouds, turning into a tornado, the air suddenly twisted in the originally empty place.

When the smoke and clouds drifted away, Xie Zhao's true figure was revealed there.

It turned out that the figure next to him was still an illusion created by his illusion technique.

It's just that he can fool others, but he can't fool this old man.

The old man accurately captured Xie Zhao's true location, and his palms came out together, knocking it down with all his might.

Xie Zhao was not in a hurry, still holding the magic trick in his hands.

Talismans suddenly flew up on his body, turning into clusters of light in mid-air.

The light cluster revolved around Xie Zhao, forming a defense to block the old man's Great Wind and Cloud Palm.

The old man immediately changed his move, and his palms came out together, bursting those rotating light clusters.

But at the same time, the brilliance in Xie Zhao's eyes erupted from his eyes, sprinkling in all directions, full of colors.

The old man's expression changed: "Nightmare True Technique?"

He let out a loud shout, alerting the others.

At the same time, the blood and qi of a martial artist gathered, condensed in his own shout.

Its sound is like rolling thunder, shaking all directions.

The brilliant glow that flowed out of Xie Zhao's eyes was suddenly dispersed by this loud shout.

But the rest of the work still works.

The expression of the head of the Hanshan faction who was chasing from the rear changed greatly, and his eyes were slightly dull.

He found that everything around him had changed.

Chang'an City disappeared.

He actually returned to the cold mountain of Qinzhou Mansion in an instant.

The fire raged in front of him, engulfing the house of his own Hanshan faction.

Looking down, the corpses of the disciples were all over the field, and blood was flowing all over the ground.

Looking up at the sky, you can see red clouds in the sky under the reflection of the firelight.

On the head of the clouds, one by one, the Taoist people who forgot the truth, their faces were expressionless, looking down on the cold mountain.

It was as if the heavens had sent a divine punishment on the cold mountain.

The head of the Hanshan Sect kept telling himself that none of this was real, it was all Xie Zhao's spell.

He wanted to yell, but found he couldn't make a sound.

The raging fire climbed up his body and devoured him too.

The burning pain was so real.

The seriously injured Hanshan disciples on the ground wailed, begged him for help, and repented to the heavenly masters who had forgotten their truth.

No matter how much the head of the Hanshan Sect struggled, he couldn't escape this purgatory.

In the real world, he stood still, like a clay puppet carving.

The martial artists of the Chen family on the ground also looked the same, their eyes were dull, and they stood still.

In their minds, the tragic image of the whole clan being slaughtered by the Eastern Tang Dynasty was full of them, calling the heavens and the earth unspiritual.

"Ninth Uncle, Sixteenth Brother, what's wrong with you?"

There was only one girl, still as usual, who looked at the same people in surprise at this time.

The old man in mid-air is determined to stabilize his mind and protect his soul from being shaken by the enemy's spells.

But taking advantage of the moment when he stabilized his mind, Xie Zhao's body was like a cloud of smoke, floating quickly.

Seeing that Xie Zhao was about to cross the Chang'an city wall, he suddenly sank.

As if he was being weighed on by a thousand heavy burdens, Xie Zhao was forced to descend.

He looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a long beard standing in the air directly above him.

The momentum of the strong warrior is overwhelming.

"Since Mr. Wuyun has a life, Daoist Xie should stay. ”

Chen Jiezhi said slowly.