Fang Wushan was alone in the wind, and there was no fear on his face.

"Haha! I have been in Wushan all my life, and I am a generation of flies and dogs, how can I expect to provoke the anger of Yishan, should I say that my creation has arrived, or are you Taoist masters born with a bad temper?"

In the face of Fang Wushan's wanton arrogance, several seven-step tall people jumped out of the mountain wind, and those few people were mixed with terrifying red light, obviously just waiting for an order to crush this madman's bones and scatter ashes.

But Tiandou Zhenjun still sat firmly on Mount Tai, and the Great Palm Sect did not move, and everyone could only hold back their anger.

Tiandou Zhenjun's face was still calm: "Fang Xiaoyou, it has been delayed for a moment and a half, but it still can't change the result of the removal of the artist from this world, the two Taoist families have been fighting for nearly a hundred years, and it is impossible to say who is who, and now that it has reached this situation, it is the fate of heaven, and the will of heaven wants all the illusions in the world to return to the Taoist, and it is useless to delay." ”

Fang Wushan said: "Heavenly Destiny, Heavenly Will, haha, Zhenjun unceremoniously took Heaven in his hands, but until the last moment, you never know whose side the Heaven is standing on!"

Tiandou Zhenjun was a little helpless, put away the fish drum in his hand, as if he didn't want to see a massacre, and slowly closed his eyes.

All of a sudden, the wind and clouds surged, and the wind wall of the wind hidden mirror collapsed like a bubble, and all the Taoist priests all over the mountains and fields appeared.

The crowd of black oppression, like a mountain torrent, is amazing.

The crowd was like waves hitting the sky, and Fang Wushan was alone like a little ant under the waves, about to be swallowed by the waves.

Although it is an ant, it has no intention of retreating.

Fang Wushan waved his hand, only to see a row of black-clothed people behind him.

A row of black-clothed people each held an illusion in their hands, and slowly the space in front of Fang Wushan distorted.

Soon, a truly towering phantom wall came out, blocking Fang Wushan and the exquisite elegance realm behind him.

Finally, the wave of Taoist priests who rushed to the root of the wall, threw a passage method at the phantom wall, and the roar spread for miles, and countless Taoist moves of wind, fire, thunder and lightning smashed on the phantom wall, and for a while, the firelight burned a long dragon along the root of the wall.

Under the root of the phantom wall, Shengsheng was blown out of a long ditch two people deep, but this wall is like growing out of the ground, there is no root at the bottom, no top at the top, the thaumaturgy of the Daomen cast by thousands of people is earth-shattering, the first round of attacks stopped, the wind and smoke dispersed, and then look at the phantom wall, it is actually intact, all the attacks just now were absorbed by this phantom wall, and there is no trace left on the wall.

Murong Xuexian carefully probed the phantom wall, and then reported back to Tiandou Zhenjun: "Senior brother, this wall doesn't look like an ordinary illusion, as if it also has some martial arts of small sects in the rivers and lakes inside. ”

"Little Sect, it doesn't happen to be the same wave of people from Shangqing Heshan who asked us to help them rescue the hostages, right?" asked Tiandou Zhenjun.

Murong Xuexian replied, "Eight or nine does not leave ten." ”

Tiandou Zhenjun said: "This Fang Wushan is making the best use of everything. ”

A few days ago, on the night of the New Moon, under a low wild mountain.

More than a dozen sect masters sat around a bonfire.

One of them was closest to the bonfire, burly, the firelight cast his huge shadow on the gable behind him, a whole gable could not contain his black shadow, his right arm was more than four times thicker than his left, and at a glance, the right arm seemed to be entwined with golden veins, and the light was dazzling.

Everyone looked at him expectantly, because among this group of people, only he could still have some weight when he spoke in Qinghe Mountain, just because of that big hand, and because of his name, Buddha's hand Dharma Shan Dora.

Shan Duoluo's own nephew was detained by the sorcerer, and after receiving a letter from the sorcerer a few days ago, the Taoist and the sorcerer were going to fight to the death, and then they would not be able to protect his nephew Zhou Quanyun, and most of the other sects were in a similar situation.

Because they couldn't find the old nest of the magician, everyone only gathered in Qinghe Mountain and asked the Taoist to think of a way, at least not to accidentally injure their own disciples during the war, who knew that the family just sent them down the mountain after a perfunctory sentence.

Shan Duoluo was the last to arrive, and he went up the mountain alone, although he met Murong Xuexian, one of the Taoist masters, but he did not talk about any results.

Tonight, everyone was at a loss, and they made a mistake for this matter together.

After Shan Duoluo muttered for a few breaths, he spoke, his voice was thick and deep: "At present, the Taoist seems to be bent on annihilating the magician, and during the war, it is unlikely that it will take care of our people, especially in the hundred-year battle of Taoism, it is easy to lose sight of the sword, we can only find another way, do you have any good suggestions?"

One of them said, "Otherwise, let's spread this matter to the Yudu, and then let the Yudu mediate?"

Another objected: "You are self-defeating, the most unheard of in Yudu now is this matter, if you take the initiative to spread this matter, then the first thing to destroy in Yudu may be your sect, no one passed on the incident, naturally there is a reason why it cannot be transmitted, you are the first person to pick out this matter, naturally destroy you, this incident has never happened." ”

The man suppressed the fear in his heart and forced a smile: "How can there be... How can it be so serious. ”

Shan Duoluo said: "The emperor's two celebrations, the relationship between Taoism and Yudu is in full swing, you are now pouring this puddle of mud on Yudu, it is a dilemma whether the jade capital is in charge or not, everyone in the world knows what to keep quiet, only you say it, you will naturally be destroyed, everything will be worry-free, what he said makes sense." ”

The man's lips were tightly closed, and he did not dare to speak anymore.

Shan Duoluo said again: "Now the Taoist side can also try to contact the third master to see if he can help intercede." ”

Someone replied: "Of the three Taoist sects, only two of them are often in Qinghe Mountain, and the other is traveling all over the world, even if we send a sect of people to look for it all over the world, it will be eight years and ten years later if we can find it, and it will definitely be too late." ”

Shan Duoluo said: "I also know a mountain owner of Sixiang Mountain, so I should be able to give it a try." ”

Another rough man stood up: "Damn, why bother to be so shitty, it's better for us to work together to snatch people back." ”

Someone immediately smiled helplessly: "First of all, none of us know the location of the magician's place, where to grab it? Moreover, the magician's illusion is not even the first Taoist of the four masters to dare to take its edge, not to mention us, in the end, even if we can fight with the technique, everyone comes from all over the world, and when the collectors come over, I'm afraid it will be half a year later, when the two Daoshu wars are over, where will we go to save people." ”

The rough man was angry, but he had no words to refute, so he could only sit down indignantly.

Shan Duoluo said: "I don't know if there are any people here who know the magician, you can try to contact the people of the magician to see what conditions they have." ”

Someone said: "The whereabouts of the sorcerer are secret, and there is no way to find it, otherwise it is impossible for the Taoist to be disturbed by the sorcerer for a hundred years of tranquility." ”

The night talk fell silent again.

Suddenly, a voice came from the night sky: "Don't worry, my magician will send it to the door by himself." ”

A middle-aged scribe walked out of the night fog, courteous: "In the lower sorcerer Fang Wushan, I have seen all the sect masters. ”

The man who had a rough temper before immediately jumped up, and a steel knife soared into the air: "Okay, you thief, I can't find you all over the world, and now you have come to the door by yourself, if you don't return my apprentice tonight, rest and leave alive." ”

Fang Wushan found a stone and sat down slowly: "I know that your hearts are on fire, but I am just running an errand and passing on a word, if the strong man thinks that he can replace so many sect masters' children by killing me alone, then the strong man is wrong." ”

Several other sect masters signaled the rough man to act calmly, and the man could only put away his sword and sit back.

Shan Doro opened his mouth and said: "In the lower Buddha's hand Dharma, I don't know what news came from the artist?"

Fang Wushan looked at Shan Duoluo's right arm, and was also amazed, and straightened his heart and said: "You should also understand that the hundred-year-old grievances between the sorcerer and the Taoist, now the Daoist has five masters of seven-step immortal cultivation guarding the main road of the sorcerer's exit, and now even if we have the heart to send people out, it is difficult to protect them from being attacked and victimized at the exit, and now the Taoists are determined to eradicate the sorcerer, they will not listen to our proton explanation, as long as the person who comes out of the sorcerer, they will be besieged and killed by them." ”

After hearing this, everyone's faces were worried, but they didn't expect that the situation had developed to this point.

Fang Wushan said again: "It's difficult for the sorcerer to ride a tiger now, it's not that he doesn't want to return the proton, but in fact he can't, but things still have a turnaround." ”

Everyone asked in unison, "What turnaround?"

Fang Wushan looked around at everyone: "That is the help of everyone to help the magician, and helping the magician resist this Taoist attack is a turning point." ”

The rough man shouted, "Fart! You kidnapped our disciples, and now you want us to help you in turn?"

This time, no one around him advised him to calm down, because he spoke their minds.

Fang Wushan said: "I just provided a way out for everyone, as for whether you take it or not, it is all up to you, hehe." ”

The smile on Fang Wushan's face slowly melted, and finally Fang Wushan turned into a water man, collapsed to the ground, and disappeared.

After Fang Wushan disappeared, everyone discussed again to no avail, so they could only disperse.

It's just that Shan Duoluo stayed where he was, carefully recalling the words of Shoufang Wushan.

Fang Wushan seemed to return empty-handed this time, but in fact, it was not, but it was a great gain.

The reason why everyone is unanimously opposing the magician's proposal now is just because seeing that the Taoist is the head of the four families in the world after all, and until the last day, nothing can be said for sure, maybe the Taoist will take care of his own face and finally make some compromises to save his child.

But only Shan Duoluo knows that this is a fruitless extravagance, a hundred years of grievances in front, no face matters, face can be slowly made up for in the future, but if this century-old grievance is not resolved now, whether the position of the head of the four Taoist families can stand firm in the future is two words.

Especially after he talked with Murong Xuexian, after listening to Murong Xuexian's tone, he concluded that this battle would inevitably be bloody.

In the face of a century-old foundation, face is insignificant, and a few small sect disciples died in a great battle, who cares? Who cares?