With the escape of the first monk, like an anthill bursting an embankment, the monks who had been huddled together for warmth collapsed in an instant, and everyone rushed towards the outside of the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice Hall as if they were playing with their lives.

"Let's go!"

As soon as Xiao Luo made a decision, La and Qingyun beckoned Yao Mengxun to rush out together.

After experiencing the baptism of the explosion of the white jade pendant twice, the dome of the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice House seems to have signs of imminent collapse, and the altar is already set underground, in case a rock collapses, all of them will have to burp.

Fortunately, the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice Hall is large enough, and the top-down corridor is spacious enough, otherwise these monks will be determined to trample on people and make a mess.

And the huge sound caused by the explosion of the white jade pendant also made the people stationed outside the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice Hall realize something, fortunately, the two factions of Zhizheng Hall and Jing Citian and the Second Young Gang were relatively restrained at first, and no one dared to attack rashly.

Otherwise, one will go in and the other will go out, and it is inevitable that blood will flow under the fierce collision.

This group of monks are all juniors in the Hundred Veins Realm, and most of them come from small sects, or simply scatter cultivators, and they don't have any flying magic weapons at all, so the scene of more than 100 monks rushing out is still quite frightening.

However, after coming out, the monks in the cave could not avoid it, and still had a close contact with a large number of people outside.

There was a brief silence, followed by a roar that rang through the sky:

"Everyone, run away!"

Human nature is sometimes so wonderful, just shouting and shouting to kill you and fight for me, but now you can shout a sentence "everyone run away" for the survival of others, and I don't know if it is sincere or false.

As more and more monks escaped from the entrance, the men and horses outside could no longer sit in peace, so they all sent their own forces to take people.

As early as on the way here, they all learned about the rumors of the treasures hidden in the Spirit Mirror Festival.

At first, the monks who followed the big forces didn't care about this little bit of petty profit, rather than working hard and not knowing whether they could eat and clothe themselves, it was better to work for people, safe and reliable, and at the same time there was some soup.

It's just that now that the treasure is out of the land, it means that someone must have obtained the opportunity to create and approve the legal killing and treasure grabbing, and this kind of good deed is not taken for granted?

Even if it's not for the treasure, it's good to absorb more talents, so several forces are all planning to capture these monks first.

As Xiao Luo expected, an even bigger riot is still to come!

Once they get out of trouble, how can the wolves outside let these fat sheep go?

After coming and going, the monks fought in an inexplicable chaos.

Swords, guns, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, spiritual power, light and arrows, colorful and beautiful, but they always reveal the temptation of death, as well as the sweetness and warmth after the blood is swayed.

There were only three inconspicuous figures, carefully avoiding gaze, silently speeding towards the centaurs stationed in the distance.

And their eyes are one compassionate, one warm, and the other cold.

The sun and moon in the thirty-three realms have no light, and only the rotation of the stars can connect the alternation of day and night, just like A and B fighting on the battlefield.

Because of the changes in the earth's crust, the magma belt has been covered by the closed earth, but the glittering starlight, the red blood on the surface of the earth is once again like tumbling lava, and the viscous temperature stimulates everyone's nerves.

The living are sure that they are the protagonists of the story, and the dying life never wants to close its eyes, and the broken blades explode with blazing heat, but the wounds flow from the cold.

All the silence is filled with madness, thirsting for hope in greed.

Jing Citian and the Second Young Gang are in joint venture.

The two groups of people who were originally on the opposite side of the good and the evil actually sat opposite each other, and the scene was indescribably strange and harmonious.

The two leaders are naturally Yao Pofeng, who is dressed in god clothes, and Lu Donglin, a young man in a monk's robe who temporarily represents the leader of Jing Citian.

In fact, judging from the battle alone, the two sides are still quite similar, that is, they are a little "mixed".

However, in front of the long table, compared to the Jing Citian monk on the opposite side of the Second Young Gang, there was a lot more bloody qi on his body, which showed that he had experienced terrible killing.

And the two leaders are also quite related, they both have two pale faces, Lu Donglin's face is tired, while Yao Pofeng's is sick, like a pair of difficult brothers.

"Brother Breaking Wind, although I am grateful to you for blocking the onslaught of Zhizheng Hall for us, I still have to say that I have to say that I have something ahead. ”

"Brother Donglin has something to say!"

After finishing speaking, Yao Pofeng Erlang's legs were cocked, and he slammed on the table, and then leaned back on the back of the chair, squinted his eyes defiantly, and glanced at Han Yu, who was behind Lu Donglin, with an indescribable expression, and Han Yu's lungs under the fence were about to explode, and he gritted his teeth and said with hatred:

"Made, I should have killed you directly, if it weren't for those blackfriars who came out of nowhere, you would have survived until now?

Han Yu's eyes were like bursting fire but couldn't attack, Yao Pofeng's heart was secretly refreshed, and his face slowly showed a cheap expression, and before Lu Donglin could open his mouth, this thing twisted his neck and exaggerated:

"Hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the pearls on this golden crown are too heavy, and the cervical spine is uncomfortable. ”

As soon as these words came out, he couldn't help but make Hua Yumian beside him frown, and pinched him fiercely, which made him stop his mouth stupidly, and Lu Donglin's eyelids jumped when he saw it, and he resisted the urge to hit someone, and said sullenly:

"Donglin is young, and now he is only the temporary leader of the disciple, if the senior uncle returns to the camp, all the authority will be returned to her hands, so about the alliance, it will be up to her to decide, please break the wind brother Haihan. ”

Lu Donglin's words were still quite tactful, although he was grateful for the other party's righteousness, but it was unpleasant to say that this was also Yao Pofeng's hot brain wishful thinking, Jing Citian did not ask him.

Even if everyone understands the truth of what is the truth of the cold lips and teeth, but there are some things that have to be decided by the leader, in case Fairy Yao thinks that the good and the devil are not incompatible, and then turn their faces and be ruthless, don't be angry with me.

"Haha, it's okay, the most important thing now is whether Yao Mengxun Daoist is really in the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice Hall?"

Yao Pofeng laughed, shook his hand indifferently, and secretly said You little white face knows a fart, can my old sister still turn her face with me?

"Well, that's for sure! You may not believe it, but the secret of the core of the ancient monument that we are exploring is actually a stone gate, and there is no Qilin Tooth exercise inheritance at all, and Uncle Shi was teleported to the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice Hall by that stone gate, which can be attested to by the monks of the Yuanhua Realm who have entered the core!"

As if he was afraid that Yao Pofeng would be worried about that illusory inheritance, Lu Donglin hurriedly explained.

"Oh, stone gate, teleportation?"

Yao Pofeng blinked, as if he didn't quite believe it.

"It's true! Daoist Han Yu, you and Brother Breaking Wind are out of the same house, you say!"

"Damn, why do you want Lao Tzu to say?"

Han Yu almost scolded his mother in his heart, but fortunately, he was not a young man without the slightest city government, even though his fists were creaking, he still said:

"Well, Donglin Daoyou is right, these days, Fairy Yao laid out the formation just to open the stone gate, so as to explore the secret, but for some reason it was teleported away. ”

"Well, I see, it's good, it's good, Xiao Han, this young man is still relatively reliable, I believe, I believe. ”

Yao Pofeng's matter-of-fact comments made Han Yu almost run away.

Hua Yumian could even see that bursts of green smoke had begun to rise on Han Yu's head, and his face was flushed, as if it was about to explode at any time.

"Poof~"

Seeing this situation, the petite and lovely Hua Yumian couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud with a snort, and then quickly covered her mouth, but unfortunately she still focused everyone's eyes on herself, and the needles could be heard in the huge camp.

"Ahem, don't worry, my wife has been unwell recently, and sometimes she wants to vomit, so what, you know!"

"Who's your wife!"

Listening to Yao Pofeng's words, Hua Yumian's face was so red that she could drip blood.

This bastard actually said what she was, so angry that she ignored the image of a lady, and left five bright red fingerprints on Yao Pofeng's cheeks with a snap.

"Hahahaha~"

But this time, there was more than one person laughing.

Especially Han Yu, the voice was as deafening as if he had practiced the lion's roar skill, and the tea cup on the table could splash with water, and blurted out:

"You has today!"

Immediately afterward, there was a huge sound of ping-pong in the camp.

Zhizhengtang.

As the second wave of monk groups following Jing Citian's arrival, Zhizhengtang's methodical march model had already taught Lu Donglin a good lesson.

As early as when Jing Citian's group of descendants were still busy setting up camp, the monks of Zhizheng Hall had already begun to lay out and plan.

Especially in the camp of the Chinese army, the layout inside has long been the same as the houses in ordinary towns, and there are all the things that should be there.

However, he still adhered to Bai Zhizheng's simple and frugal criterion, and except for the necessary things for combat command in the camp, any other slightly luxurious decorations were almost none.

It is hard to imagine that Bai Zhizheng can maintain his original style in Bai Liancheng after gaining power, and he has not been lost by Ronghua, you must know that now he is not only extremely strong in cultivation, but his power is even more huge.

If it weren't for the fear of the True Masters of the Four Realms Mountain, I was afraid that the entire Thirty-Three Realms might not be able to stop his iron hooves.

Even if it is placed in the outside world, once the Zhizheng Hall has a high-level cultivator, this group of people will immediately become an emerging third-rate sect!

The rattan wooden chair at the head was empty, but the next two rows were full.

The people present are all calm and calm, and no one says even a word, they are all Yuanhua Realm monks with clear water!

With the lifting of the curtain in the back camp, Bai Zhizheng still had short hair and a capable white robe, and sat calmly in his position.

When they sat down, all the monks seemed to hold their breath involuntarily, fearful and reverent.