It's not over yet, it's just the beginning!

Far away on a hillside above the stage, Lu Xuan, whose eyes were closed, slowly opened his eyes, looked at himself lying in a pool of blood halfway up the mountain, and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Judging from the information found in Annan County, he knew that the other party did not hesitate to offend the government to arrange such a formation, and there must be some scheme, and the people found by Xu Zhixian may not be able to believe it, and he has some kind of ghost in his heart!

So when he went up the mountain, he asked the Xian family to secretly use a stand-in technique, and let the two clay figures go up the mountain instead of him and Lu Zhaozhao.

Now it seems that this decision was the right one.

At present, none of the monks present seem to have noticed that the two people killed by Wang Qiqi were made of clay figures.

It's just that what Lu Xuan didn't expect was that it would be a woman who ran out of the Heavenly Burial Tower.

It will be the virtual spirit ginseng that has only been seen in Langyuan Wonderland.

The most strange thing is that there are more than 10 people in a troupe, and they are all natural treasures!

No wonder it attracts so many monks.

But what he couldn't understand was that the treasures of heaven and earth were very difficult to find, why did this troupe gather so many treasures of heaven and earth?

What made him even more incomprehensible was that these monks got the news from there and rushed to Forget the Autumn Mountain.

Is it really the news that Xu Zhixian leaked?

But Xu Zhixian is also thoughtful, how could he make such a low-level mistake?

Thinking about it carefully, the only possibility is that the troupe itself spread the news.

If that's the case, it's obvious what they want to do.

The purpose of setting up a formation in the Forgotten Autumn Mountain is nothing more than to ambush and kill those monks who covet them.

Thinking about this, Lu Xuan was in a somewhat solemn mood.

At the end of the day, this group of people is just resisting.

Rebel against the fate of being a treasure of heaven and earth.

Rebel against monks who want to use them for alchemy, or to prolong their lives.

It's even a bit similar to myself.

The only thing that is different is the way of resistance.

"Is there already a fight? I wonder if they ever had a chance to kill so many monks. ”

Looking at the scene of shouting to kill the heavens, Lu Xuan let out a long sigh, only to see all kinds of light fluttering, talismans and magic weapons coming out together, and all the monks were fighting with the evil spirits.

The methods of various sects and factions were all revealed in front of Lu Xuan's eyes at this time.

What made Lu Xuan feel a little strange was that Miss Qin's previously stopped drama was now singing again, as if she was cheering, and as if she was composing an elegy for this battle, causing the surrounding lanterns to be blown by the strong wind, making bursts of whistling sounds similar to ghost howls.

Only the monks present understood that she was using a means, a means that belonged to the Void Spirit Ginseng.

There are many evil spirits who come to listen to the play, and they are all tied to silver threads.

These silk threads were connected to Wang Erlang's hands, and he could easily control these evil spirits to deal with the monks present alone, coupled with the help of other heavenly and earthly treasures, in the face of many monks for a while, the people of the troupe did not fall into disadvantage.

You know, this is still when their formation has not yet been activated.

But most of the monks don't know each other, and they will basically save some strength when fighting, if they really try their best to fight.

It is still unknown who killed the deer.

Seeing that the battle could not be won or lost in a short period of time, Lu Xuan turned to Lu Zhaozhao and said, "Let's go, the matter here is over." ”

"Huh?" Lu Zhaozhao was a little puzzled: "Aren't you still fighting below?" Don't we have to go down? ”

"No need." Lu Xuan explained: "The reason why the people of the troupe steal and harm people is to fight to the death with these monks, no matter whether they win or lose after this battle, the people of Annan County and the surrounding counties will not have to worry about their lives in the future, in this case, there is no need for us to stay here." ”

"Hmm."

Lu Zhaozhao nodded, she has always been the character of Lu Xuan to do whatever she says, of course she will not refute it.

But just as the two of them had just taken ten or so steps, Lu Xuan suddenly stopped his steps, and saw a white point of light in the distance slowly approaching!

If you look closely, it's actually another group of people!

It was a group of people with umbrellas.

The light came from the surface of the umbrella, and I could faintly see that there was a lump on it, and I couldn't see what it was, but what I could clearly see was the fingers extending from the edges, the size of a baby, and the nails that grew out were unusually sharp.

There is only one umbrella.

But there are a bunch of people with umbrellas!

They wore shiny white cloths together, and the faces of the people were reflected on the white cloth, and their faces were hideous, as if they were struggling to break out of the white cloth.

The head on the white cloth is male and female, and under the light source, the eyes are hollow, and it looks like a walking corpse.

Lu Xuan's gaze moved down, and he looked under the white cloth, and what caught his eye was some barefoot feet covered in mud.

His breathing couldn't help but become a little short, these people were the umbrella holders of the Heavenly Burial Tower!

They also came to the Forgotten Autumn Mountain.

It's just that unlike before, this time, Lu Xuan felt an extremely thick death aura from afar, and everything that approached them, whether it was grass or mosquitoes, lost their vitality in an instant.

"Let's go! Stay away from them! ”

Lu Xuan pulled Lu Zhaozhao and turned around to leave in the opposite place.

But at this time, there was a sudden chill behind him, and a palm silently covered his mouth:

"Shhhh

Who!

Of course, Lu Xuan would not be frightened by the other party's words, and without any hesitation, he waved the black sword in his hand and slashed behind him.

However, the opponent's body was extremely flexible, and he jumped directly behind and dodged this sharp slash.

Only then did Lu Xuan see the other party's appearance clearly, and his pupils couldn't help shrinking slightly.

This person is one of the monks who was hiding in the shadows before - Zhang Ruojun.

Seeing Lu Xuan's face full of anger, Zhang Ruojun smiled slightly apologetically, and then waved his hand and motioned for the two to follow.

Looking at the paper umbrella man not far behind, Lu Xuan's brows furrowed slightly, and after a little thought, he still chose to follow.

After walking for almost a few hundred steps, Lu Xuan could no longer feel the breath of the umbrella holder behind him, so he stopped, looked at the young man walking in front of him, and said coldly:

"You're not here for the treasure! Who are you? What do you want to do? ”

Hearing Lu Xuan's question, Zhang Ruojun turned around, the smile on his face became kind, and he arched his hand towards Lu Xuan, and said loudly:

"Disciple Zhang Ruojun, in the name of the family teacher, is here to pick up Mr. Lu to Penglai."