Wutong Peak stands majestically in this world, its peak body is steep, towering into the clouds, and there are many buildings all over from the bottom to the top.

Between the rocks and rocks, there is occasionally a flat land in which countless newborns, or ripe and unripe spirit plants, grow.

The mountain breeze is swirling, the starlight is cold, and looking at it from a distance, Wutong Peak is like a black towering giant sword.

......

Under the interplay of moonlight and starlight, more than 100 Li clansmen led by Li Changji finally stopped above a boulder that rose abruptly in the dense forest, and then slowly landed the flying boat on it.

This place is located in the northwest direction of Wutong Peak, which is already very close to the mountain gate of the Zhao family, and even flies forward for less than half an hour to reach the layer of light curtain outside Wutong Peak.

After the Haiji Flying Boat descended on the boulder, Li Changji jumped out of it and came to the front of the turtle, and at this time, the clansmen on the turtle's back also jumped down from it and bowed down one after another, and Li Xuangang was the last to come down.

He stood on top of the boulder and glanced back at the turtle he had forced to make the long journey.

found that although the latter was constantly complaining to him with his divine sense all the way, judging from its current state, there was actually no great loss of spiritual power, and it was estimated that even if it flew like this for half a month, it would not be a big problem.

Therefore, after making sure that there was nothing wrong with the Xuan Turtle, Li Xuangang immediately turned his head, stood beside Li Changji, and said softly:

"Eighth uncle. ”

Li Changji looked at Wutong Peak in front of him through the gap in the dense forest, and nodded lightly in response.

At this moment, the other two flying boats, the Hessian Flying Boat and the Moqing Flying Boat, had already hovered, and the remaining Li clansmen also came out of the cabin and stood on the boulder.

Li Qinghuan in the middle stage of foundation building and Li Xuanyuan in the late stage of foundation building made sure that all the clansmen had no problem, so they walked to Li Changji and Li Xuangang and stood still.

After looking at it for a while, Li Changji withdrew his gaze and turned to face the three of them.

"You've probably seen the situation on the way here, and the situation around here is very chaotic right now. ”

"There are casual cultivators, and there are other monks from the ordinary foundation building family, and there are monks from the Qi refining family...... And the Wang family will definitely send some people to investigate the situation and seize resources, as for the Pan family and the Hu family, although they have not yet expressed their position, they may not be able to intervene at the last moment. ”

"In such a chaotic situation, the Zhao family may have the rest of the backhand...... Joy!"

"Well, Uncle Eight. ”

Li Qinghuan responded to Li Changji, and then the latter continued to speak:

"Qinghuan, you take some people to see, what to do I don't need to say, you should know yourself, and the actual situation may be different from what we have seen along the way, if you encounter... You can just improvise when the time comes. ”

Li Qinghuan bowed his hand, and then turned around and walked towards the crowd behind.

By the time he jumped off the boulder and went deep into the dense forest, there were already more than a dozen clansmen in the late stage of Qi refining behind him.

Li Changji watched them leave, and only after he couldn't detect any of their breath within the scope of his divine consciousness did he turn to Li Xuangang and speak:

"Xuan Gang. ”

"Well, Eighth Uncle. ”

"Now the specific situation around Wutong Peak is still unclear, although we have the advantage, we also have to prevent the Zhao family from having any special means, and then I'm afraid it will be hard for you to investigate. ”

"Eighth Uncle rest assured. ”

When Li Xuangang also took the eight clansmen of the Qi refining period to march in the direction of Wutong Peak, Li Changji finally turned around and ordered the clansmen behind him to find a place to meditate and cultivate, and soon after, it was very likely that a big war would come.

It could be tonight, it could be tomorrow, but it's coming!

......

The wind at night was a little cold, and when it blew over, it made the turtle feel a little uncomfortable.

It leaned on the boulder and looked around, faintly sensing many powerful auras, each of which was enough to threaten its own life.

And not only that, he also felt a trace of nervousness from the dozens of Li clan people beside him...... Well, not everyone is nervous, some are scared, some are excited, and some are a little anxious, such as Li Changji.

At this moment, the turtle wanted to return to Linghu Peak, the atmosphere here was too oppressive, and it felt a threat to its life.

As the turtle probed its brain, a black figure walked up to its head and sat down.

It's Li Yuheng!

"Nervous?"

Hearing this nice voice, Xuan Gui turned his head to look at him with some confusion, his eyes widened.

Li Yuheng smiled at the corner of his mouth, turned sideways and put a hand on its head, pulled it over, and then leaned over and whispered softly:

"It may be very dangerous in the future, do you want to listen to me teach you a way to save your life?"

Xuangui has a natural good impression of Li Yuheng, so he also believes in what he said, and when the latter finishes speaking, although it feels a little inappropriate, it can't think of what is wrong with its intelligence.

Therefore, under Li Yuheng's encouragement, it nodded slowly.

There should be all kinds of rustling sounds in the dense forest at night, but after the Li family stayed here, these sounds disappeared completely, and there was an eerie tranquility around.

In this tranquility, Li Yuheng finally patted the black head of the turtle, and then stood up from the spot.

In the night breeze, he was slender, with long hair flying, and a handsome face, and after looking at the pale cyan light on the side of Wutong Peak for a while, he moved his gaze up to look at the night sky full of stars.

At this moment, he recalled in his heart the encounter he had with his seventeenth uncle Li Qingshui before he set off, and then thought of the content of that conversation, and the corners of his mouth showed a strange arc:

"What the hell is that? I'm a little curious now!"

Starlight was thrown on Li Yuheng's body, and a soft light appeared on the black clothes, and his face was gradually hidden in these starlight.

......

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Wutong Peak is not a solitary peak, there are two shorter side peaks on both sides of it, each of which has a second-order low-grade spiritual vein.

At this time, outside a huge building on the mountainside of Wutong Peak, a group of monks stood on a flat ground in black, all dressed in the same Tibetan black clothes.

Everyone didn't speak, they just looked quietly ahead, it was a platform on top of the five steps, and on the platform stood four figures of different heights, which were the family elders of their Wutong Peak Zhao family.

The atmosphere was depressing, the expression was solemn, and all the Zhao clan people present were very aware of the grim situation that the family was facing at the moment!

In fact, when the news came out in the Fang Market before, they had some vague guesses in their hearts.

It wasn't until the patriarch Zhao Yi issued a clan order that this terrible guess became a reality, and then, sure enough, on the way back to the family, they encountered a lot of ambushes.

Even the caravans and clansmen they sent from their families to the major fang cities were severely blocked by the Wang family of Qingyuan Mountain, who trapped the Zhao family's clansmen on Wutong Peak for life, and it was possible to break out of the blockade of the Wang family unless a large number of clansmen were dispatched to break through.

But that undoubtedly means that the family has given up the mountain gate, and there will be no Zhao family in Wutong Peak from then on.

Moreover, without the protection of the mountain gate, a large number of clansmen will be slaughtered by the Wang family and the Li family in various places, and it can be expected that they will have few effective means of resistance.

Therefore, all the people of the Zhao family can almost only stay on Wutong Peak, waiting for the coming of the big war.

If the patriarch's arrangement is really effective, maybe the family still has a chance to live!

......

Of course, Zhao Yiheng knew what the hundreds of clansmen below were thinking, and he was also very aware of the situation at this time, so he did not speak immediately, but remained silent.

Because after this battle, most of the hundreds of clansmen in front of him will die, and he wants to take a last look.

Although Zhao Yiheng knew that this result would inevitably happen, he had no way to stop it, which made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

The pale cyan light curtain outside the peak did not block the sudden raindrops in the sky, but allowed the cold night rain to fall unscrupulously.

It starts with a drizzle, then gradually increases until each drop creates a blister in the puddle that has accumulated on the ground.

It was in the pouring rain that he finally ended his silence and walked a few steps forward, waiting until he reached the edge of the steps before stopping.

Looking at the silent and depressed clansmen in front of him, he choked up for a moment, and then said loudly:

"Now that the family is in decline, surrounded by wolves, our Zhao family's nine-hundred-year-old foundation is in danger. ”

"Whether it is the Wang family of Qingyuan Mountain or the Li family of Taiqiu Mountain, none of them want to swallow us. ”

"Even the rest of the surrounding Zhuji family, Qi refining family, and even casual cultivators want to tear off a piece of meat from our Wutong Peak. ”

"The clansmen who are connected by blood, the mountain gate that has been passed down from generation to generation...... 900 years of generations...... Now it's time for the most critical!"

"This is a big battle for the survival of the family, everyone..... Are you ready for the battle?"

"Fight for Wutong Peak!"

"Fight for the ancestors of the family!"

"Fight for our 900-year-old legacy!"

The tone gradually changed from flat to intense, and in the end, Zhao Yiheng had already flown and hovered in mid-air, letting the heavy rain drench him.

His voice is like a rainbow, and his momentum is strong!

And the crowd that had been suppressed for a long time under him finally broke out, and after a short silence, a neat voice sounded like thunder in the mountains of Wutong Peak:

"Fight for the honor of your surname!"

"Fight for the inheritance of the word!"

"Fight for the Bloodline Connection!"

"Battle~~~"

The majestic voice lingered among the mountains, and at this time, all the Zhao clan members stood in the heavy rain, their whole bodies were drenched, but they did not feel cold.

But as the last moment came, the anger in their hearts was ignited, and they all abandoned all the negative emotions that had been before.

Here, from now on, they have to shoulder their responsibilities to their families.

The hair was completely soaked, and the strands were tangled up one by one, and the water droplets dripped down the tips of the hair.

Zhao Yiheng looked at the clansmen below, his face was full of water marks!