The twenty-four bells of the mountain gate in the atrium peak of the Guanlou Sect shook through the seven days.

This is the second-level preparation order of the sect, and it is estimated that it is specially knocked on for those foreign monks who have been recalled to the sect.

Yunsu Mountain is all moving!

The Guanlou Sect was even more red-eyed.

Mao Zhenhuang knew that only Shao Hao Peak was the only pure land in this storm.

But this kind of day is estimated to not be too long, when the bell of the mountain gate changes from twenty-four to seventy-seven forty-nine, even if the Wang family hiding under this Shaoyao Peak will all go to the Atrium Peak in person.

And Mao Zhenhuang, who has been ringing the bell of the main peak in the past few days, has been panicking in his heart, and he is about to be thrown into another worse mud pit when he returns from the northwest of Daliang.

I don't think there will be such an unlucky thing in my life!

"Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, and the grass in the barren mound is gone! This year, I want to stabilize my head and ask, do you still want to go to Huayang Tianzong. ”

Mao Zhenhuang threw away the small landscape pen, looked at the purple rune paper on the top of the Qingyu case, and sighed softly.

This may be the reason why people in the world want to drill into Huayang Heavenly Sect when they break their heads.

It's really a bit precarious for the next sect to live this kind of life!

"This purple finished product is a bit low, isn't it?"

Wang Daoning frowned as he looked at the glowing purple talisman on the table, not caring about what Mao Zhenhuang was muttering at all.

Ten becomes three!

The remaining seven were all scrapped.

"The success rate of the yellow rune paper is eighty percent, the blue rune paper is barely sixty percent, and it is good to have three percent of the purple rune paper, if you Wang Daoning can get me a thousand pieces of blue rune paper to cushion his hands, it is not a matter of increasing the purple one by two percent. ”

"Just kidding! Unless you become the sect master of the Guanlou Sect, otherwise it's a dream. ”

Wang Dao Ningquan thought that he was talking nonsense, and carefully put this purple talisman into his arms, this is a treasure!

Take advantage of his surprise to get a copy of this talisman and shoot it over, and anyone will definitely be enough for him to drink a pot.

Clang~

Clang~~

......

The bell of the mountain gate that rang through Yunsu Mountain once again affected Shaoyao Peak, Mao Zhenhuang raised his head, and then said helplessly to Wang Daoning: "Check the point! If it rings seventy-seven and forty-nine, I will have to fight hard." ”

The mountain gate bell rings for seven days in a row, and there is no time at all, sometimes it is early in the morning, and it may be three watches in the middle of the night.

The irritable bell almost knocked Mao Zhenhuang's heart out!

Until the current numbness, all that can be left for Mao Zhenhuang to think about is when the bell will change from twenty-four to seventy-seven forty-nine.

Shao Haofeng can't keep him Mao Zhenhuang, and the only one the Wang family can keep is him Wang Daoning!

When the head is stabbed, the head is shrunk, in short, sooner or later it will be stabbed.

This makes Mao Zhenhuang very uncomfortable!

It is not terrible to die in the world, but it is terrible to know when you are going to die.

"Don't worry! The monks stationed abroad cannot be summoned in half a month at all. ”

Wang Daoning glanced at this thing with contempt, and the scum in the northwest of Daliang who could jump around for twelve years on rotten land actually had a day of fear.

"I just want to stop living in a few days, by the way! How many rings?" Mao Zhenhuang lost his mind for a moment, and then asked Wang Daoning.

"Twenty-three!"

"Then this one is twenty-four!"

As soon as Mao Zhenhuang's voice fell, only after the twenty-fourth bell rang at the mountain gate, there was another bell!

"Are you sure it's twenty-three just now?" Mao Zhenhuang's eyes bulged out, and he shouted at Wang Daoning.

Clang~

Wang Daoning was stunned and didn't have time to reply to Mao Zhenhuang's words, and a bell rang to give him a perfect answer.

Clang~~

......

"You're a shit!"

Mao Zhenhuang glared at the goods in front of the Qingyu case fiercely, scolded him, turned around and flew down the mountain.

After twenty-four rings, you don't have to think about it to know how many mountain gate bells there are, and where does Mao Zhenhuang have time at this time, to think about why Guanlouzong doesn't play cards according to the routine.

After seventy-seven and forty-nine times of the mountain gate bell, there were only two incense sticks left for him, and there was still a falcon peak between Shao Hao Peak and Zhongting Peak!

I think that at this point in time, when it comes to the Atrium Peak, if he doesn't add a little foot strength, he will wait to be cut off by the Guanlou Sect.

At the gate of Shaohaofeng Mountain, a crowd of people turned over on their backs, and a bunch of Wang family children squeezed towards the narrow opening like crazy people, and it instantly became an impenetrable situation.

Mao Zhenhuang looked at the crowding of these scolding goods, and he was not polite, he took out a rush talisman from his arms and stuck it on his leg and hit it directly.

At this time, where can you control the life and death of others, just two incense sticks, but you need to run through three peaks!

Bang!

Bang bang!

"I'm going to die~"

"My legs ......"

"It's okay to pay attention to it, it's all the Wang family. ”

......

Looking at the countless staring back, Mao Zhenhuang didn't even pay attention to it, stepped on a brother's thigh and climbed hard, his fat body had jumped to the front dexterously, and he didn't forget to shout behind him, "Fat man, my surname is Mao!"

With the accompaniment of a scream, Mao Zhenhuang had already rushed out of the gate of Shaoyao Peak and rushed towards the Atrium Peak......

Through the figure under the atrium peak, I saw that one of the two incense sticks was only a little burned, and Mao Zhenhuang, who almost broke his leg, sat on the periphery of the crowd with his buttocks, and was choked by the wind and almost didn't vomit out the bile.

The escape skills that I have learned for so many years in the northwest of Daliang can be regarded as using it to the extreme.

Mao Zhenhuang, who felt a little more comfortable after a long time, turned his head and looked at the colleague next to him who was also vomiting is Yile.

This is a green-robed monk with a knife on his back!

None of the monks stationed at the mountain gate of the Guanlou Sect brought knives, nor did they bother to bring this kind of killing weapon, and all they carried were swords.

Only like him Mao Zhenhuang, the monks who are also stationed abroad will specialize in this way.

"Brother, where are you stationed?" Mao Zhenhuang asked the pale man in front of him.

"Me?"

The man looked around, then turned his head and stared at Mao Zhenhuang is question.

"What do you say?"

Mao Zhenhuang pointed to the knife on his back, and then smiled at him.

"Beiban! What about you?"

The knife is identity!

means that the background is the same, Mao Zhenhuang's small action invisibly pulled in the intimacy of both parties.

"Northwest!

The Beiban border is not a good place, and the fighting is so tragic that it is not much worse than the northwest of Daliang.

But in the same way, the person who can be drawn back from that place by the Guanlou Sect is not simple, not to mention how high the cultivation is, at least the ability to kill people and escape in the Mandate of Heaven is absolutely first-class.

"Guan Heng!

"Mao Zhenhuang!"

And hearing that the other party was not a surname, Mao Zhenhuang happily reported his name.

"Brother Mao, why were you also recalled to the sect for no apparent reason?"

"Yes, yes! ”

Get!

This is a confused master, it is estimated that when he came back, he thought that the sect had opened a heavenly grace to him, and he would not have thought that he would just jump out of a quagmire and be thrown into another meat grinder by Xiang Hanqu.

And Mao Zhenhuang looked up at the coarse incense that was still half left, and he didn't see it very really, but he could vaguely see the figures of Xiang Hanqu and Wang Dongzhen, and he didn't know what the specific expression was.

There are too many people in Wuyang and Wuyang, not only are there guards stationed abroad to recall the monks, but there is also a group of children of the Wang family who have just arrived behind the buttocks, one by one, they lost their armor as if they had lost a battle, and sat on the ground scattered, and there was a group of black robes mixed with it.

The earth is full of Mandate monks.

This group basically has no privileges in the sect, and they rely on two feet to measure the land when they go out.

The small group of monks in the foundation building period of the inner gate riding the big "quail" in the sky are different, and they gather together leisurely and chatting with the world.

Mao Zhenhuang didn't know if they knew what they were going to do next, or if they were cultivating themselves and were there to be fearless.

After looking at it jealously, he didn't pay attention, turned his head and looked fiercely ahead, but he didn't find the red slut figure for a long time.

"What the hell?"

Mao Zhenhuang, who was standing behind, looked at the jubilant crowd in front of him who jumped up instantly, and he didn't know what was happening in front of him.

"Wansheng Guanlou!"

"Wansheng Guanlou!"

.....

"Guanlou.... Ten thousand... Win!"

Mao Zhenhuang, who was clamped and raised his arm, roared along his throat, and turned his head to look at the benevolent brother named Guan Heng, who was also in the circle on the side.

"Don't look at me! I didn't hear anything. ”

Guan Heng is not much better, who knows what was said so far from the front, there are at least more than a thousand people under the atrium peak, and the dense crowd is crowded, and the voice of Xiang Hanqu is not stronger than the sound of mosquitoes.

But it doesn't matter if you don't hear anything, but Mao Zhenhuang saw it!

Ahead, Dan heard a scolding, and then a painful hiss shook the Atrium Peak, followed by a white pillar of heaven and earth qi running through the heavens and the earth.

The sudden appearance of this heaven and earth qi pillar made Mao Zhenhuang's face stunned.

The Guanlou Sect sacrificed the flag with the Jindan monk!

"The view is invincible!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Wan Sheng!"

......

As the Qi Pillar of Heaven and Earth shattered and stratus clouds went straight to the sky, the monks of the Guanlou Sect under the Atrium Peak were fanatically making Mao Zhenhuang feel a burst of qi and blood boiling, and a loud shout seemed to pierce his ear bones, shocking his Dao heart.

The Jindan monk who died was dressed in a soap sect robe.

The meaning is clear.

It's non-stop!

It was a bloody battle in which the whole sect was red-eyed.

Up to his sect master Xiang Han Qu, down to any Heavenly Mandate period monk, as long as it is a monk of the Guanlou Sect, no one can run today, Xinji County must go.

Except for him, of course, Wang Daoning!

With a bewildered face, he was shocked by standing under the atrium peak, and even stepped on the empty building with a confused face.

Mao Zhenhuang didn't know what Xiang Hanqu said to the monks of the Guanlou Sect from beginning to end, so that they could go to Xinji County to die so enthusiastically and generously.