Zhang Dashan, the head of the Zhenshan faction, looked at the elders of the various sects in front of him with a solemn expression, and said: "Presumably, the current situation does not need to be said by the old man, and all the Taoist friends are also clear. Now is the day of the gathering of our five sects, there are not many people led by the Taoist friends, but they are all the best among the elites of their respective sects, and although Wuhua Pavilion is powerful, it is okay to bully my sect members on weekdays, but now that they are so tough to invade our sect mountain gate, it must have a powerful back or other sects to help. ”

An old man with a pale face and a long white beard on his jaw said anxiously: "What is the good plan of the head of the sect to resolve this crisis, please tell me as soon as possible, so that I can appease my subordinates." ”

After Elder Li's words, the woman in palace clothes at Shanghemen immediately answered: "What Elder Sun said is not bad, and I hope that Zhang's head will tell me as soon as possible, so that I can cooperate with your faction after I have pacified my subordinates." ”

After the palace woman finished speaking, the elders of the other sects did not answer again, but the expression on her face was obviously very much in agreement with what the two elders said.

Zhang Dashan was silent after hearing this, and the elders of the various sects waited silently, and did not urge, but the expression on his face changed with one breath, and he became more and more anxious.

After a dozen breaths, the elders of the various sects seemed to have passed a lifetime, and Zhang Dashan slowly exhaled a breath, as if he had fallen a boulder in his heart. This breath fell on the ears of the elders, but it was a feeling, a kind of melancholy, guilt, and sorrow.

Zhang Dashan said lightly: "The elders of my Zhenshan faction have just decided with me to give up the mountain gate here and move to another place. As for how to break through the evacuation, it depends on how the Taoist friends cooperate. ”

A trace of shock flashed in the eyes of the elders of the various sects, but there was some clarity in the shock, and they all spoke out to discuss the evacuation matter.

The Zhenshan Sect's Mountain Protection Array was struck out by the two Yuan Infant Monks of Wuhua Pavilion, and the loud noises continued to reach the ears of the disciples of various sects, like a giant hammer hitting the heart, and every time a loud noise came, the heart was shocked.

The disciples of each sect could only stare closely at the elders of their respective sects who had gathered together to discuss, their expressions anxious and afraid, and they couldn't help but pray in their hearts that the elders would end up quickly so that they could take them away.

After a cup of tea, in the eyes of the disciples of their respective sects, Zhang Dashan turned around and stepped into the Yishan Palace, and the elders also returned to their respective disciples.

Seeing that Yuan Qingzi and the two elders had finally finished discussing and walked back, Chen San and the others hurriedly greeted them.

Yuan Qingzi glanced at the disciples in front of him who looked anxious and panicked, and said heavily: "Presumably, the Wuhua Pavilion monk who is attacking the Zhenshan Sect's Mountain Protection Array, you will not be a stranger to it." After the discussion between the elders of the various sects and the head of the Zhenshan faction, we believe that the enemy chose to attack at this time, and he was already completely sure that he would break the mountain gate and kill us, so he chose to evacuate. ”

Looking at the slightly calmer expressions on the faces of Chen San and the others, Master Yan Qingyu respected Ma Chunhua, and the old woman said: "According to the calculations of the Zhenshan Sect, even if the two Yuanying Cultivators of Wuhua Pavilion finally break through the mountain protection array, they should not have much strength left, and the two of us and the rest of the sect elders discussed before whether it is better to gather together to break through and evacuate, or to evacuate separately. If the branch is evacuated, each sect will choose which direction to break through. In the end, the discussion came to the choice of evacuation, and the two of us chose to break through to the south, accompanied by Shanghemen and some disciples of the Zhenshan faction. ”

The loud sound still reached the ears of the disciples of the various sects at the peak, especially the scarlet flame monster bird and the scaly flower snake, every time the flame feather salvo or the huge force slapped under the light curtain and the sound caused by it, people were frightened to see, and they didn't dare to imagine what a miserable end it would be under their attack.

On the contrary, every time Qing Shuzi's giant sword swiped his fingers, it caused great damage to the light curtain, but the sound was like the sound of sharp scissors plowing through the cloth, which was far less shocking than the scaly flower snake it released.

There were more and more people on the peak, and it was the disciples of the Zhenshan Sect who were preparing to evacuate the gathering.

Every member of the Zhenshan Sect was like other sect disciples, with panic and anxiety on their faces, and in addition to that, there was also a deep sadness. This is their second home, the home that has occupied most of their lives, and now they are forced to leave, and they don't know when they can set foot here again, some of the junior disciples can't help but choke speechlessly, warm tears slide down their faces, and before they have cooled, they smash on the land that has infused countless emotions here, and the petals are broken.

Chen San stood at the bottom of the mountain steps, his brows furrowed, looking at the sky, as long as he looked carefully, he would find that there was no focus in his eyes, and he was clearly in deep thought.

Yan Qingyu stood not far from him, without saying anything to disturb, quietly looking at Chen San, occasionally turning his head to look at the two of Wuhua Pavilion, or to see if Yuan Qingzi had made any moves.

On the edge of the ring, a Qingyunmen disciple leaned his back against the ring, his expression was blank, his eyes were fixed on the elders in the door, and he did not move for a long time, looking at his appearance was Ding Zhiyuan.

The attacks of the two monks of Wuhua Pavilion continued, and the huge light curtain that shrouded the top of the Zhenshan Sect gradually began to dim, and the elders of the various sects who were watching all this began to move one after another.

Yuan Qingzi still took out the Kunmu Spirit Boat that had brought Chen San and the others before, and after the disciples of the sect got on the Spirit Boat, he and Ma Chunhua separated from each other on the Spirit Boat.

Not far from the Qingyunmen people, the woman in the palace costume in Shanghemen took out the lotus platform after the big one was also full of people, and the Zhenshan faction walked with the gentle man in the ring and several elders in the door, each took out a jade bowl, a total of four, and also recruited the great general.

Because the magic weapon is extremely difficult to refine, the general small and medium-sized sects will not refine the magic weapon of little use, and it is purely used to carry people, so Qingyunmen and other sects take out some ordinary flying magic weapons.

All the elders who were about to evacuate silently faced the direction they were about to break through, while the disciples of the sect were still staring at the west, looking at the two powerful cultivators of Wuhua Pavilion without blinking.

The Moving Mountain Hall suddenly rose to a dazzling light, and headed to the west with an indomitable tragic momentum, and the target was the two Yuanying monks of Wuhua Pavilion.

The light flew more than a hundred zhang away from the light curtain, and the aura disappeared, and an old man with white hair and a shawl and a straight back appeared, and his words were combined, and he talked to the two of Wuhua Pavilion, this person was Zhang Dashan, the head of the Zhenshan faction.

Zhang Dashan did not use spiritual power between his words, even so, the two Yuanying monks of Wuhua Pavilion in the loud noise also heard it clearly, but they still did not answer, and still continued to attack the mountain protection array.

When Zhang Dashan turned into a light and flew out of the Yishan Palace, the elders of the various sects seemed to have received an order together, and they all drove the treasures under their feet to carry the people away.

Kunmu Lingzhou flew out of the road without reaching a mile, Chen San and the others saw Zhang Dashan's body trembling, making a big laugh, and after laughing, a magic weapon like a mortal carpentry mallet appeared in front of him.

Zhang Dashan spurted out several mouthfuls of essence blood in a row, and the mallet was continuously moistened by the essence blood, and the spiritual light runes on the surface appeared, slowly becoming larger, and finally expanded to a few zhang and stopped.

Zhang Dashan, who had traces of blood at the corner of his mouth, swiped his fingers, and the wooden mallet covered with layers of earthy yellow spiritual light disappeared in front of Chen San and the others in a flash, and when he appeared in shape, he was already less than ten zhang away from the head of the scaly flower snake.

Although the two of them disdainful of Zhang Dashan, they didn't really ignore it completely, and when Zhang Dashan's gavel magic weapon was released, most of their minds were still on him.

Next, Zhang Dashan did not hesitate to damage the vitality to urge the mallet, and the two of Wuhuage were ready to shoot at any time to intercept the magic weapon that required a great loss of vitality in the later stage of Jindan.

When Zhang Dashan sacrificed the wooden mallet, and instantly hit the top of the head of the scaly snake, the sleeves of the green book robe flicked, and a white cover, the classic book of the book "Qingshu Zhenjing" flew out, and it did not become bigger, but the pages of the classic book were separated and cut to the mallet.

When this magic weapon called "Qingshu Zhenjing" was sacrificed, although it had not been enlarged, the pages released by it were wrapped in layers of spiritual light, and nearly 100 pages were cut on the wooden mallet.

Each page is cut into the mallet, and the aura that covers the mallet dissipates a little, and the page also turns back with a dim glow.

In a moment, the mallet was dim in spirit, and under the impact of a snake's head on the scaly flower snake, the mallet spirit broke and shot back.

Looking at the pages of the book that were returned piece by piece, the spirit was also dim, and after the blow made up by the scaly flower snake, it was also shot away by the residual power of the wooden mallet in a painful hiss, Qing Shuzi was also secretly surprised in his heart, knowing that this mallet magic weapon must be one of the magic weapons of the Zhenshan faction, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, and he made up his mind that after breaking the talisman array, he would definitely grab this treasure first.

Relying on the late cultivation of Jindan to forcibly urge the magic weapon of the mallet to resist the attack of the magic weapon of the Yuanying monk, Zhang Dashan had already done his best to do it, and after the blow made up by the scaly flower snake, Zhang Dashan's body trembled slightly, and the bloodshot corners of his mouth were even more bloodshot.

When the wooden mallet returned to Zhang Dashan's side and re-injected his spiritual power, and when he pointed his finger to sacrifice, Chen San's eyes flickered, and what powerful monks fought in front of him, and the temples of the Zhenshan Sect with quite characteristics all disappeared, leaving only an ordinary mountain as unique as the surrounding mountains standing in front of him.

After the Zhenshan sect people who took the lead cast a spell to open the mountain protection array, Chen San and the rest of the sect members followed him out of the mountain, looking at the mountain in front of him, as if everything was an illusion before, only the loud sound that still came from the west reminded everyone that the crisis had not yet passed.