Mo Chaoju finally decided to rescue Zhu Huolong, and he was glad that he did.

Because according to the instructions of this Wushen Mountain True Legend, he also found the other eleven Wushen Mountain True Legends who were either dead or seriously injured.

At that time, these high-spirited high-grade Heavenly Sect True Legends were now dead and wounded, and Mo Yude's expression also changed from the initial shock to numbness.

He wanted to know, but he didn't dare to ask, he didn't even dare to knock on the side, he once thought that the eight winds could not blow the heart, and after seeing the tragic situation of these Heavenly Sect True Legends, he plopped and jumped.

Of the twelve true legends of Wushen Mountain, only four survived, and among these four, none of them had all beards and tails.

The worst one, all limbs were burned, only half of the torso remained, whether he could survive is unknown, but his martial arts must be useless.

The other three were not much better, and Zhu Huolong, who burned most of the sticks, was the "lightest" in the injury.

The ruthlessness of the fire has never been so vivid in Mo Yuju's eyes, and he thought that he would not panic if he saw any scene in the future, but when he followed the guidance of Zhu Huolong, he found the two witches who led the Chengzhou Lower Court of Wushen Mountain in the direction of the hot sky, and his heart still couldn't help but tremble.

The noble and dignified Great Wu Zhujiang has lost his legs at this time, and the broken soul armor is full of valgus wounds, and there is no good meat from the head down.

And the domineering and unparalleled Zhu Liu is even more miserable, his whole body is like being run over by a grinding disc ten thousand times, his spiritual body is covered with fine cracks, and the spiritual essence in his body is constantly drifting.

If it weren't for Zhu Jiang on the side, regardless of his injuries, he waved his cane to make up for it with the innate qi of Wuxu Yang Earth, Zhu Liu would have died at any time.

Mo Yuju only felt that his scalp was numb, if he could still comfort himself that he had a bad enemy due to the defeat of the twelve true legends of Wushen Mountain, then the heavy blows of Zhu Liu and Zhu Jiang would be incredible in his opinion.

As one of the sources of the extraordinary power of the Xihe human race, practitioners who have a simple understanding of the history of Saiga martial arts can understand the strength of the shaman, especially when specific shamans are combined together, they can exert amazing karma.

Zhu Liu is an absolute great master cultivator, and Zhu Jiang is also rare in Xihe, and he has begun to dabble in the feminine fierceness of spiritualization, and even the latter's reputation in Wushen Mountain is even greater than the former.

Such a fierce and boundless combination was actually made like this in Chengzhou?

In fact, he is the only one who has an unbalanced mentality, and the one who really has his cognition shattered is the true legend of the four witch gods who survived.

The reason why they persevered in the fire was because they believed that the witches of this sect would be able to achieve the final victory.

Nanli Zhu Liu, Juntian Witch Zhu Jiang, how can such a combination be defeated, how can it be defeated?

The life of the seriously injured person depends on the breath in his heart, the strong-willed are healed, and the weak-willed are killed, when the four witch gods found out that their own witches were not weaker than their own miserable situation, they all let out a muffled snort, and the injuries suddenly worsened.

And this also alarmed Zhu Jiang, who has been giving Zhu Liu Duqi, although this Longzhou sermon is headed by Nanli Daji, but now is obviously not the time to care about who will give orders.

The vine staff tapped four times towards the surviving true inheritors, and after separating the four Wuxu Yang Earth innate qi to stabilize the injuries of several people and relieve the fire poison in their bodies.

Zhu Jiang asked Zhu Huolong, who was the most conscious, "What about the rest of the true lineages of this sect?"

"All the disciples who participated in the battle in the outer courtyard were wiped out, and the twelve senior brothers, except for a few of us, all died in battle!"

Zhu Huolong hung his head, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

The Juntian Witch was not surprised by this result, because in her opinion, it must be Xiao Jinlin, who defeated them, and returned to the battlefield.

Thinking of the grandmaster of the family who was so strong that she couldn't speak, she only had monstrous hatred in her heart.

After being silent for a long time, Zhu Jiang turned his head to Mo Chaoju and said coldly: "Find their bodies and send them over, the disciples of Wushen Mountain can't expose the corpses!"

Although the current group of people together is not enough for him to fight with one hand, this Chengzhou titan still obediently complied.

Not to mention how strong the Zhongzhou Shangpin Heavenly Sect is, just talking about Wushen Mountain's previous style of acting made him conclude that there is only one way to die.

No matter who the master shot today, he abolished the martial arts of the twelve true legends of Wushen Mountain, and injured two witches who came to Longzhou to preach.

This matter can never be so good, now Mo Chaoju only hopes that the other party can see that he has saved a few Wushen Mountain true inheritances, and not include the Mo family in the list of revenge when he pursues it in the future.

Mo Chaoju, who turned around and left quickly, walked into the smoke after a while, and Zhu Jiangqiang's breath was finally unloaded.

The rattan cane in her hand fell, the Juntian witch was overwhelmed, and the spirit body she cast was gnawed by the spirit dragon, this great witch's injury was actually not lighter than Zhu Liu, but as an innate Dao body, her resilience was stronger, and the opponent did not rush to kill them all after defeating, so this can have the current meeting.

But just relying on the innate qi of the origin, it is not enough to even heal itself, and it is necessary to stabilize the body of Zhu Liu, as well as to smooth out the fire poison of the four true transmissions, it is inevitable that the strength will be weak.

That is, Zhu Jiang is resolute and forbearant by nature, otherwise how can he hold on until the breath of Mo Chao is completely dissipated in the smoke before he loses his temper.

Several disciples of the true lineage of Wushen Mountain, who were already seriously injured, saw that the great witch was out of strength, but they were unable to step forward to help, and when they were about to blame themselves, they heard Zhu Jiang say: "This time we are defeated, but it is not Wushen Mountain that is defeated." The strength of the earth spirit body is beyond imagination, it is because I and Liu Ji did not plan well, after collecting the remains of the rest of the disciples and returning to Zhongzhou, I will pay attention to the ancestors, this defeat has nothing to do with you. After that, you will stay in the Holy Realm, regenerate your limbs and recover your strength, and don't have any pressure!"

An atmosphere of despair lingered in the hearts of the four true descendants, and the failure of a preaching mission like this was not just something that could be exempted from responsibility by a word of shirk from the officials.

Not to mention the others, just during the long time of recultivating the body, they will not only fall out of the true transmission sequence, but also lose the care and grace of the division commander and disappear into obscurity.

If the twelve of them were once the most amazing disciples of the true legend of Wushen Mountain, then after this defeat, there will be no more juniors and disciples in Wushen Mountain to praise their names.

The world of martial arts is such a reality, even if there is only one move between victory and defeat, the loser will clear the stage and leave.

If Zhu Liu could still stay sober at this time, then he would definitely be annoyed by his rash attack and blind confidence in his own strength.

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Paper can't contain the fire, let alone the flames in Chengzhou that can make Xuantian lose a big hole.

The riot started with the students who stayed behind at the mountain gate in the lower courtyard and did not attack, because the true disciples who taught the class were gone, and the witches who preached were nowhere to be found, so it was natural for the disciples to find someone to show their loyalty.

It was this search that found out the problem, the battle was short, and the flames took away all the substances that could be called evidence.

Feng Media, who was worried about not having a clue, saw a group of fierce realm warriors who came here with a clear goal...

The tearing of the cloth bag always starts from an inconspicuous opening.

Several wind media combined this information and pieced together a complete picture of the event.

The lower courtyard of Wushen Mountain wanted to use the returning Xiao clan to make a reputation, and then Nanli Daqi and Juntian Wunu led twelve true descendants and two hundred lower courtyard disciples to ambush.

As a result, the lower court invited the disciples to be wiped out, and most of the twelve Wudao True Legends were killed, and even two of them were passed to the Wujiao, and they were seen fleeing back to Central Continent like defeated dogs.

The lower courtyard of Wushen Mountain, which was in full swing, collapsed suddenly, and the Xiao family's team had already appeared in Longchang.

The undisguised queue, day and night, was very plain, as if to say to all the forces in Longzhou:

Please attack and kill, but let's take a look first, the fate of Zhu Liu and Zhu Jiang!