The county magistrate has no time to save the world

Chapter 469 In a word, everyone betrays relatives

The disciples of Qianshan Sect raised their heads at the same time.

Hundreds of people had already filled the square at the entrance of the Zongmen Hall.

They lined up in a row, forming a square formation, pushing their backs from back to front, and everyone was pushing the back of the person in front of them.

The apex of the final square formation was triangular in shape, and all the breath was absorbed into the suzerain at the front.

At this time, the Sovereign showed embarrassment.

This kind of formation has been resisting for ten days, and every day can't stop the attack of the ghost saint, but they are growing visible to the naked eye, and the disciples of the entire sect are growing, every day It has prevented the ghost saint from invading the mountain protection formation to the greatest extent, and accelerated the healing speed.

Three days ago it was twenty breaths, two days ago it was fifteen breaths, and yesterday it was ten breaths.

Is it possible to only have five breaths today?
If it is possible, will he be able to block the ghost saint's attack with the formation tomorrow?
The suzerain has such an idea, and he is also very hopeful.

After all, this is his sect, it is impossible for him to just watch Gui Sheng massacre his disciples like this!
Ghost saints appeared above the black clouds.

He had a pitch-black face, and his fangs were slowly protruding from his mouth, like the ferocious appearance of the Four King Kong. He looked down firmly, and his eyes fell on the face of the suzerain.

"Sect Master Qianshan Sect, you still have the face to sit here and set up a mountain protection formation?" His voice was very calm, like a strong man detached from the world, with enough aura to shock the world, he said fiercely angrily.

The suzerain raised his head and said resolutely, "Joke! Why am I not afraid? You are evil heretics, and I think I am righteous, so I am afraid of you!"

"Hahaha... a disciple dies every day, loses a disciple, and he has such a face to say such a thing? It's ridiculous! Funny! It's the biggest joke in the world!" said the ghost.

"Just open your eyes and see, is there a coward in my Qianshan sect?" the Qianshan sect's lord said angrily.

"Okay!" Gui Sheng said coldly, "Let me ask you, if you surrender to me, you can walk out from the main gate now, and I promise not to kill any of you! I will let you go down the mountain, and I only need to Female disciples, no male disciple will kill, so all male disciples can leave safely."

All the disciples looked up.

"Do you think anyone would believe what the demon said?" the suzerain said coldly.

"Hahaha, I am a ghost sage. After the heaven and man, why bother to deceive you? How can I deceive you?" The ghost sage laughed and said, "If you don't leave, there will be people in the square today. This old man will kill as many people as there are!"

As soon as this remark came out, a secret exclamation came from behind.

"All the disciples of the Qianshan Sect obey the order. No matter what, our lives are in our own hands. Now, whether it is life or death, we must follow the sect... What are you doing!"

Before the suzerain had finished speaking, he saw a disciple heading straight for the gate.

He lowered his head, with a heavy sense of guilt on his face, but he still didn't stop.

The sweat on the face remained on the clothes.

All the people held their breaths, this wide square was like a huge bag, slowly tightened as the disciple approached the gate, until he touched the mountain gate, everyone was almost suffocated.

He just crossed the gate, crossed the red line, crossed the line that blocked everyone's desire for life.

He stepped over!
Turning around, he stared blankly at the disciple inside.

"I `m coming out!"

he shouted.

Then take off your clothes!
That symbolizes the Taoist robes of the disciples of Qianshan Sect.

Then he waved his hands and ran directly down the mountain.

Footsteps resounded through the sky.

The sound of footsteps at this time is like a vision of a reborn child yearning for a beautiful world, stimulating all the people behind him, stimulating those who have not yet acted.

The moment the suzerain saw him rushing out of the gate, hot tears appeared on his face, he lowered his head and clenched his fists.

The breath behind him has dissipated.

Maintaining the atmosphere of the formation is indispensable.

He knew that the one who went out would not be alone.

But he still didn't give up, and yelled, "Don't go out! He's lying to you! They will suck up your yang energy and drain your body! Don't go out! As your suzerain, I can't Ever lied to you?"

His words did not stop many people, and even the disciples bowed to him when they passed by him.

A large number of disciples started to go out.

There is no room for negotiation on this kind of thing. When the first person succeeds, the people behind will not think about it. All they have to do is follow the public to do it.

No guilt either.

The Sovereign sighed and shook his head.

There are only 700 people left in the mountain gate, but they are female disciples in their early [-]s.

At this time, there was a sobbing sound behind him.

Those female disciples huddled together, began to complain, began to curse, why did they come back to this mountain, why did they get involved with these people, why didn't they go to Jiangnan to join the Chivalrous League, why did the suzerain's Taoist couple cause these things, why why!Why?
why!
The suzerain lowered his head.

He didn't know why either.

Disaster fell on his head without warning.

The tide of retreat lasted for a long time.

When no one stepped out, the suzerain sighed, "Great Elder, how many people are left?"

No one answered.

The suzerain turned his head suddenly, and the one who should have been sitting on his left was the great elder of the mountain gate!
"Sovereign... Great Elder...has gone down the mountain..." The Third Elder said awkwardly.

The suzerain took a deep breath, "How many people are there?"

"There are only... 170 three female disciples and... less than a hundred male disciples." The third elder said slowly.

The suzerain was about to speak, but saw a male disciple leaning on a cane staggering out of the door.

He used to be one of the 300 people who wanted to open the mountain gate, and he was injured in the attack against the ghosts, but now he wants to rush out, even if it is difficult to walk, he still has to go out.

The suzerain sighed, and looked up slowly, "Unexpectedly, with your words, this Qianshan sect is over like this."

"It's not over yet." A voice came suddenly.

The suzerain looked back.

The second elder ran over holding two empty wine jugs, and said with a big smile, "Sect Master, don't we have more than 200 disciples left? With such strength, it can be regarded as a famous sect in other places."

"Hahaha!" The suzerain laughed, "Are you still in the mood to drink?"

"No, no, I didn't drink these, but... eh? Where are you going, third?" The second elder asked with narrowed eyes.

"I..." The third elder looked at the two of them in embarrassment, clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Senior brothers, we are destined to meet again."

As he said that, he took a big step, helped the disciple who was leaning on crutches, and led him out of the mountain gate.

The crying behind him became even more sinister.

(End of this chapter)