The old evil cultivator vomited blood and was seriously injured, and when he saw the snow-white giant dog again, he couldn't help but be shocked:

"Could it be the legendary ...... Cloud Sect Guardian Mountain Venerable!"

Legend has it that the Ancient Yunzong once had an outer courtyard, which was located in the Yunlan Ancient Ze.

The true transmission of the Yun Sect must be comprehended from the "Heavenly Dragon Cloud Seal", but those who have realized the true transmission will always have some disciples who are privately taught, and they will be gathered in the outer courtyard. With the Yun Sect's inheritance cut off for thousands of years, this outer courtyard has also become one of the ethereal legends.

Therefore, the old legend says that Yunzong has a mountain guarding spirit beast, which is always guarding the outer courtyard. No one knows what it is cultivated for, and no one is even sure if it exists.

Its deterrent power is also one of the considerations for the Martial King at the beginning of Yunlan Guze. Because of its legend, except for the two evil cultivators of the Southern Xinjiang Wu Clan, who are not afraid of the sky and the earth, no one has come to test the ancient tomb.

The moment the old evil cultivator saw the giant dog, how could he not be shocked!

A thousand-year-old legend......

The thousands of years of ancient existence of Shouyuan are so terrifying and terrifying!

But the next moment, he calmed down, and even more under the internal injury of the lightning strike, let out a rampant laugh:

"How terrifying is my Dao Cloud Sect Mountain Guarding Venerable, it turns out that ...... It's just a demon dog in the realm of refining gang. With such a weak stubbornness, do you also want to compete with the old man......?

The old evil cultivator laughed strangely. Although he was hit by a thunder spell and was not lightly injured, the borrowed ghost power still exists, which is equivalent to a character at the peak of refining gang, where would he be afraid of the demon dog at the end of refining gang.

He didn't even confiscate the demon banner that attacked the magic circle, and just sneered: "The little demon dog dares to plot against Elder Ben, and he will definitely skin you and cramp you, crush your bones and scatter ashes, and let you know how powerful the Southern Xinjiang Witch and Ghost Dao is! Look at the corpse soldiers——"

The old evil cultivator used his free hand to grab the magic weapon bag on his waist, shook it in the air, and flew out of the black qi when he landed, fell to the ground, and turned into dozens of iron-armored zombies, opening his teeth and dancing his claws, and pounced on the demon dog.

These zombies, not to mention the copper tendons and iron bones, green fangs, the most eye-catching thing is that under their pitch-black iron armor, most of them are still wearing the costumes of the Dongsha Gang, and their origin can be imagined.

Seeing this, the white dog became even more angry in his silver eyes.

It raised its head to the sky and roared, and its body lit up with a moon-like white light, rising into the sky, and in a moment, it broke through the haze in the sky, making the blood moon in the sky swing.

The full moon of Halloween, which was dyed red by resentment, actually reappeared in this moment of silver-white moonlight.

And this purest touch of the yin moon is like a pool of clear water, stretching down from the nine heavens, and all the drops fall on the white dog.

The white dog was full of brilliance, and in the roar, the majestic moonlight was condensed into hundreds of flying knives like the string moon, flying around the body.

In the next moment, the flying String Moon Flying Knife in the sky broke through the air and galloped, like a storm of blades, sweeping in the direction of zombies and old evil cultivators!

It's too late, it's too soon. From the old evil cultivator throwing zombies, to the white dog condensing hundreds of flying knives, it only took two or three breaths.

As early as when the white dog was practicing the moonlight, when the sky was connected to the moonlight, the old evil cultivator's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he was wondering if there was an illusion in front of him-how could the little demon dog who was preliminary, and extremely weak, control such a spell?

How could he understand that the demon dog's method was one of the six true legends of the Cloud Sect with King Wuwu's "Wind and Thunder Sword Technique" - "Water Moon Tianluo".

——......——

In Jianchuan City, it also drizzled.

In the early autumn of the Middle Yuan, this night was exceptionally cold.

Yan Li did not rest.

He stood alone under the eaves, looking at the layers of rain.

It's been a while since Returning Cloud was sent back to support. The divination hexagram made him understand that this battle could have the worst possible outcome.

There are three major sword gates on the periphery of Jianchuan City, and the waves set off by the Wu clan in southern Xinjiang cannot directly affect the city. But the Mid-Autumn Festival trial of King Wuwu was destined to be poked into a big hole.

Many things, once they lose their mystery, take a sharp turn.

The King of Martial Arts turned to cultivate the ghost path of Yijiazi, and his cultivation became unfathomable; the hometown of Yunzong was hidden deep in the mountains and ancient zes, and no one knew its reality and reality; Yu Qingyue ran around, full of confidence, as if the King of Martial Arts had the ticket to victory.

On the surface, the King of Martial Arts is as stable as Mount Tai, so all forces are waiting to see what happens, and no one is reckless.

But now, the Southern Xinjiang Wu Clan has unveiled this veil of mystery.

No matter how the battle tonight is lost, many characters will no longer be afraid and use their means openly and secretly.

The real trouble has just begun!

After tonight, the situation will be dangerous and difficult.

After thinking about it, a figure jumped down from the wall, braved the drizzle, and walked in front of Yan Li in a few steps.

It was Han Xi.

On the Zhongyuan Ghost Festival, Han Xi had already returned to Hanfu for the festival, and now he came here with a leap of money over the ridge, which shows that Han Laozu also felt that the matter was urgent.

"Uncle Li!" Han Xi hugged his fists and said, "Is there something that needs the service of the little nephew?"

Yan Li nodded and said, "Has the ancestor already set off?"

"Hmm. Han Xi replied, "Together with Guiyun, I have used the Escape Talisman to fly to the ancient tomb, and I will be able to arrive soon." ”

"Hopefully it's in time. Yan Li sighed lightly, "Even if we have time, we must prepare for the worst." ”

"Is it so serious?" Han Xi said in shock.

"Even if it's more serious, there's not much we can do. Yan Li said calmly, "This level of battle is not something that juniors like me can intervene in. There's only one thing right now. ”

"Please ask Uncle Li to command!"

"Immediately inform Brother Shao Yan and ask him to take Shaohong to Zhuzen Temple to worship the Buddha. Without my news, you are not allowed to leave Zhonggu Peak. ”

"This ......," Han Xi said. Let the descendants of the Martial King take refuge, is the situation irreparable?

"They are refuge, but also bait. Yan Li explained, "The news of tonight's defeat is probably going to spread all over the major forces tomorrow, and it is inevitable that all parties will be ready to move." If we don't do anything, it may be a bluff, or it may be a bluff. Someone will test us.

"Shanlan Guze is thousands of miles away, and your predecessors always have a safe place to retreat, but how can we, the juniors, resist the temptations of all sides? Therefore, we must take action, otherwise we will be dead. ”

Han Xi nodded in understanding. This is like leading the troops in battle, the commander of the Chinese army is defeated, and if the various divisions still hold on to their positions, they can only be swept away by the enemy.

"Therefore, until the king's counterattack comes, we can only retreat. But there are also opportunities and methods for retreat. Yan Li said confidently, "Now that the moon has just passed the middle of the sky, in terms of the ancient tomb, it is impossible for the battle to end, and no one will know what the result will be." We chose to retreat at this time, do we know that this game will be lost, or have we retreated and have other plans?

"The prince can make all parties jealous so far, and he doesn't even dare to send someone to test it himself, but wants to move out of the Wu clan far away in southern Xinjiang. When they found out that we, as a strong enemy, made a retreat at the beginning of the battle......"

Explaining this, Han Xi also understood, and suddenly continued: "They will think that our side is showing weakness to the enemy and luring the enemy to go deeper!"

"Yes, you didn't join the army in vain. Yan Li said approvingly, "As long as all parties start to hesitate and move one step slower, even if we take the lead! At least, we can buy time for your seniors to heal and recuperate." ”

"That's right, Uncle Li is clever!" Han Xi exclaimed, thinking that Uncle Li was really powerful, in such a vicious situation, he could still fight from the corner.

"If you understand, let's go. Yan Li said, "Remember to explain it to your brother, otherwise, he won't go to Zhonggu Peak obediently." ”

"Yes. Han Xi responded. Only then did I understand that these explanations were not for him, but for him to convey them to Shang Shaoyan.

Indeed, with Shang Shaoyan's surname, when he reached the threshold of danger, he would never take refuge obediently.

Yan Li watched Han Xi leave in the rain, and he raised his head to the sky again.

Once upon a time, a certain leader was ridiculed by the world for saying that defeat was a turnaround. Now, he is also clever in his words, saying that retreat is the first to be the first.

It's just that when I am immersed in the scene, I understand the helplessness. After falling into the field, he only laughed at himself.

Yan Li is a successful person after all, his heart is like a mirror and is not stained with dust, and after one or two breaths, he has washed away these distracting thoughts and turned his thoughts back to the battle situation.

The King of Martial Arts has been a great enemy for a long time, and his self-confidence will not be without reason. The threat of the Wu clan in southern Xinjiang may not be big.

So, where exactly are the variables?

"Going back and forth to the well, from the well to the ......"

When the people came to fetch water, the well dried up and the sediment was blocked...... Well......

Could it be that there is something wrong with the formation of the Martial King?

Yan Li turned around and went back to her room to rest, no longer thinking deeply. He must be mentally prepared for tomorrow.

Perhaps, it will be the worst case scenario.

——......——

Outside the ancient tomb, there is a brilliant sword light everywhere.

Yunzong guards the mountain spirit dog, the first exhibition "Water Moon Tianluo", the bright moon shines on the clouds, the string light weaves the knife net, in the blood, rain and wind, open up a brilliant world!

Infinite sword light, like the Milky Way star shower, brilliant and brilliant, overwhelming, slashing horizontally.

The sword light reflected in the eyes of the old evil cultivator, and there was only unbelievable consternation - this kind of mana, even if he borrowed the ghost power in its heyday, he would fall into a bitter battle. It's obviously a demon dog with mediocre mana, how can it be terrifying?

Before the old evil could fix it, the countless flying knives of the String Moon had already been pushed flat. The dozens of iron-armored zombies he painstakingly refined were chopped to pieces without blocking a single face.

If the old evil cultivator hadn't been injured by a thunderbolt before, he would naturally be able to calmly respond with his cultivation, and if he had withdrawn the mana of the strong attack formation before, he would naturally be able to use the power of the demon banner to protect his body and block the attacks of this row of mountains and seas.

But he was too careless, and he actually regarded the Yunzong Mountain Guarding Spirit Beast as a little demon in the wilderness, so he could only panic.

"Oh, it's not good-" The old evil cultivator shouted, and he didn't care about the iron-armored zombie that he had worked so hard to refine, so he took the demon flag and flew back in the direction of the ancient tomb - he had to retreat into the ghost fire smoke cloud of the demon flag, and buy time to retract his mana to protect himself before he had a chance to live.

The giant dog raided successfully, and he did not hesitate, harnessing the flying knife of the moon in the sky, and chased after it.

The two figures advanced and retreated, and in the blink of an eye, they swept through the center of the ancient tomb.

How can the speed of the evil cultivator be compared to the galloping Cloud Sect Mountain Guarding Venerable? However, in the time of one or two breaths, the String Moon Flying Knife had already swept away the scattered cloud of ghost fire and smoke, approaching the old evil cultivator.

The demon flags and ghost flames that shrouded the ancient tomb dispersed, and the counterattack of the Martial King's formation naturally weakened at the same time.

When both the chasing and fleeing sides were fighting for their lives, no one paid attention to it, and in the ancient tomb, there were streams of black corpse gas, like a dark whirlpool, rolling out a gap in the formation of the Martial King.

At the moment when the white dog's sword light was about to cut into the body of the old evil cultivator-

In the whirlpool of black corpse qi, a pale blue slender hand suddenly stretched out and silently inserted it into the ribs of the white dog's chest.

"Whew-"

The demon dog screamed, and was torn open by this strange slender hand, scattering blood rain and flying out.

In the black whirlpool, a feminine and bewitching woman's voice sounded: "Ji Dongling, you can't trap me...... People are now free~~"