On the mountainside of Wutong Peak, the heavy rain has no intention of stopping!

Half an hour later, all the Zhao clansmen gathered here began to disperse in an orderly manner towards the various parts of the mountain, and they would go to shoulder their responsibilities and make the final preparations before the big battle.

Although he knew that the enemies he was about to face were the two Jindan families, and although he knew that most of them would give their lives for the family after this battle, but... No one chose to back down at this moment.

As the heavy rain poured down, a tragic atmosphere gradually spread throughout Wutong Peak!

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That huge building was the ancestral hall of the Zhao family in Wutong Mountain, and at this time, Zhao Yiheng and the other three elders of the family were located in it.

The four of them looked at the genealogy and plaque in the middle of the ancestral hall for a long time, and finally turned their heads sideways to look at each other.

After a short silence, Zhao Yiheng said to one of the old men:

"Uncle Thirteen, has the matter been arranged?"

The old man he called the thirteenth uncle was named Zhao Yuanji, and he was also a monk of the Zhao family's Yuan generation, and his cultivation was also the highest clansman in the family except for Zhao Yiheng.

It is very close to the late stage of foundation building.

Zhao Yuanji:

"Don't worry, all the arrangements are made according to what you said Yi Heng, judging by what we have detected so far, it should not be detected by Qingyuan Mountain and Taiqiu Mountain. ”

Hearing this news, Zhao Yiheng's originally heavy heart was a little relieved, this was the last thing he could do for the family.

Then he quickly cleaned up his mood and looked at the clansman who had the lowest cultivation and the youngest seniority.

This person's name is Zhao Yingque, and his cultivation is in the early stage of foundation building, a generation younger than Zhao Yiheng, and he is also a new member of the foundation building period supported by Zhao Yiheng after he took over the family.

At the beginning, after the Ghoul Sect launched the great war against the demon beasts in Hengduanfang City, the strength of the Zhao family was greatly damaged, not only the most powerful patriarch Zhao Tianqi was killed, but there were only three elders in the foundation building period in the family.

And Zhao Yiheng took over the family from the hands of his ninth uncle Zhao Tianqi.

After that, he got the opportunity to enter the late stage of foundation building, and under the influence of this opportunity, the family also produced two new elders in the foundation building period.

One is Zhao Yuanlin, who has fallen and is ranked eleventh in the Yuan generation.

And the other one is Zhao Yingqian of this winning generation.

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Zhao Yiheng said to Zhao Yingque:

"Now that Uncle Thirteen has made arrangements, then the hope of the family may have to be entrusted to you!"

Zhao Yingque remembered the plan that his fifteenth uncle Zhao Yiheng told him a few days ago, and he already understood at this time, his face was sad and angry, and when the words came to his mouth, he wanted to stop talking.

In the end, it's just a matter of bending down and hugging your fists:

"Uncle Fifteen can rest assured, the winner will definitely live up to his trust. ”

Zhao Yiheng nodded, and then looked at the last of the four.

This person's name is Zhao Yizhi, who is in the middle stage of foundation building, a monk of the Zhao family in Wutongfeng, and is also the third brother of Zhao Yiheng.

However, he and Zhao Yizhi only looked at each other for a while, wanting to say something, but what should be said and what should be arranged had already been said, so in the end, he just bowed slightly towards the latter and did not speak again.

He didn't stay in the ancestral hall for long, and Zhao Yiheng let the three family elders leave, after all, the big war was coming, and every location needed manpower.

Inside the empty ancestral hall, he was left alone at this time, Zhao Yiheng looked around and stayed quietly for a while.

When the time was almost up, he bowed to the genealogy enshrined in the ancestral hall, and said silently:

"The success or failure of the family is in this move, if it happens... Don't blame your ancestors, it's easy to be horizontal... Yi Heng did his best!"

After saying that, he straightened up, all the superfluous emotions on his face had disappeared, and all that remained was indifference and perseverance.

Resolutely turning around and brushing his sleeves, when he stepped out of the gate of the ancestral hall, he looked up into the air, and the rain outside still did not decrease in the slightest.

In this rain curtain, Zhao Yi flew sideways and went directly to the edge of the mountain protection light curtain, where he stood suspended in the air, his eyes looking at the six medium-sized flying boats that were speeding towards Wutong Peak in the black rainy night.

"Qingyuan Mountain Wang Family!"

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Outside the light curtain of Wutong Peak's pale cyan mountain protection, it is the Wang family of Qingyuan Mountain, the Li family of Taiqiu Mountain, and countless scattered cultivators who want to take a bite.

In the pale cyan mountain protection light curtain, there is only one family of the Zhao family, only four monks in the foundation building period, and four hundred and forty-two monks in the qi refining period.

It's not a close fight, it's certainly not going to be a close fight, and if it were, it wouldn't have been possible at all.

Whether it was a high-level monk or a low-level monk, the Zhao family was in an absolute disadvantage, and many of the Qi Refining Stage clansmen who were guarding the mountain were still young clansmen who were not at the fifth level of Qi refining.

However, the Qing Yuan Mountain Wang family and the Taiqiu Mountain Li family sent to participate in the war naturally did not have such low-level cultivators, and most of them were in the late stage of qi refining.

Therefore, judging from the number of monks at both ends of the offensive and defensive ends, the Zhao family does not seem to have much disadvantage, but in fact, when it comes to the specific cultivation of each monk, it will be found that there is almost a huge and insurmountable gap between the two sides.

In this case, the only thing that the Wutong Peak Zhao family can rely on is the defensive formation of the family mountain gate and the accumulation of the family's ancestors for hundreds of years.

In the rainy night, the six flying boats had stopped, and then a number of monks jumped out of them, and among them, six of them were suspended in the air.

The royal family of Qingyuan Mountain has arrived!

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To the northwest, when a huge explosion rang out, all the Li clansmen stood up from the boulder.

They all turned their heads to look in the direction of Wutong Peak, and at this time, a huge red fireball had exploded on the pale cyan light curtain, reflecting half of the sky in fiery red, and countless raindrops were evaporated by the terrifying high temperature before they could land.

Seeing this, Li Changji knew that the time had come, and with his command, all the Li clan members jumped on the flying boat and the turtle and headed towards the place where the big war began.

Half a quarter of an hour later, when the monks of the Li family also arrived at the periphery of the light curtain of Wutong Peak, this battle of extermination finally began!

Tonight there will be a lot of rain, a lot of blood, and a lot of deaths, but no one will think about this at this moment, but they are all thinking about how to end this battle as quickly as possible!

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Outside the Li family ancestral hall in Taiqiu Mountain, Li Qingshui and Seventh Uncle Li Changzhi walked out of it and stood under the eaves.

The two looked at each other, and Li Qingshui bowed slightly again:

"Please leave this matter to the seventh uncle, please be cautious, and if you see the third brother, you can say that the plan can be implemented!"

Li Changzhi didn't speak, just looked at Li Qingshui with a hint of inexplicability, and finally hummed lightly, then left here and disappeared into the night.

At this time, the rain outside was pouring down, and the rain hit the roof with a dense and tight sound, and then it fell from the eaves along the gap between the tiles.

It was pitch black outside the ancestral hall, and the wind poured in from outside the mountain, blowing Li Qingshui's clothes and dancing softly backwards.

He stared at the rain curtain in the dark night, suddenly took a few steps forward, walked to the steps, and stretched out one of his palms, feeling the coolness of the rain in this rain curtain.

Li Qingshui's face was expressionless, he withdrew his hand, looked up in the northeast direction, and in a trance, he could still see the figure of the seventh uncle leaving, he showed a trace of sadness, and whispered:

"It's cold, let Wutong Peak fall!"