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Chapter 836 A quarter of an hour

Is Jiahe Zhenzun here?

So fast?

Yang Zhen's expression changed suddenly. Although he had been claiming that the Ancestor of Transformation God would arrive soon, he never thought it would be so soon!

According to the estimation of time and distance, the ancestor probably flew all the way there without stopping when he received the confession letter sent back by Ji Tingjian.

Why is he so eager?

"boom--"

As soon as the ancestor finished speaking, the entire Yunxiao Peak shook again. A large number of birds sprang up in the forest, and countless snakes and insects emerged from the ground, looking up at the sky with fear.

Above, light flashed, light and dark intertwined, the shield made a series of "creaking" groans, and several cracks suddenly appeared. Then there was a slapping sound, as if countless invisible gravels fell and hit the ground, leaving holes of varying depths.

At this moment, all the Yunxiao Sect disciples' faces were filled with shock.

The power of becoming a god is like a god coming from heaven!

With such power, a mere fifth-level mountain-protecting formation might not be able to hold up to three palms.

If the first blow was just a shock, this palm was a solid attack. When the nest is overturned, how many can escape safely?

The palm of Jiahe Zhenzun also made many Yunxiao Sect disciples who were originally hesitant make a choice. They all shouted "Zhenzun, save me" and swarmed towards the Purple Emperor Bell.

This made Yang Zhen and Zhao Yue'er even more overwhelmed.

Moving ten thousand monks into the bluestone space consumes far more spiritual consciousness than moving one hundred thousand or one million mortals.

What's more, these people are not low in cultivation, and there are many Zifu golden elixirs among them.

"Junior Brother Yang," looking at Yang Zhen with a solemn face and faint beads of sweat on her forehead, Hong Zhengli's heart sank and he asked in a low voice, "How long will it take to send them to the treasure bell?"

"At least a quarter of an hour, and you need to leave time to go to the mountain." Yang Zhen replied.

A quarter of an hour is three hundred breaths, but the ultimatum given by Jiahe is only one hundred breaths.

There isn't enough time.

Unless Yanxiling suddenly appears, it may be delayed for a while.

But this is impossible, and both Hong and Yang know this well.

"Ninety breaths——" A female voice came from far outside the protective formation, it was Liang Suying.

The mountain guard formation isolates the inside and outside, and the sound can be completely isolated or only one side can be isolated according to the battlefield conditions. The Yunxiao Sect did not block the sounds coming from outside, but there was no need to worry about their conversations being heard outside.

Yang Zhen's face became even uglier, and she was secretly calculating in her heart. When the hundred breath time was up, if Jiahe Ancestor started to attack the mountain, she would cut off her tail to survive, abandon the remaining people, and immediately escape to the teleportation array on the top of the mountain.

Just transfer as much as you can!

A trace of struggle flashed across Hong Zhengli's face.

"I'm going out to meet the ancestor," he suddenly said: "I am the head of the Yunxiao Sect, and I can even say a few words in front of the true master. I will fight for you for a quarter of an hour!"

"Okay!" Yang Zhen was not a vague character. She looked at the other party deeply and said:

"Master, take care! I'm waiting for you to come back!"

……

Outside Yunxiao Peak.

The eastern sky has gradually revealed a hint of fish belly white. In mid-air, a thin middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar stands with his hands behind his back.

With flags flying behind them, thousands of monks stood with their chests raised, and the atmosphere was solemn.

"Isn't Yanxiling coming out yet?" the middle-aged man asked coldly with a worried look on his face.

"Seventy breaths——" Liang Suying took a step forward and sang loudly again.

"Hmph, I want to see how long Yan Xiling, the shrunken turtle, can hide!" Jiahe snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he looked down.

Waves of light rippled, clouds surged, and a voice came from inside: "Ancestor, calm down! Disciple Hong Zhengli, pay homage to my ancestor from the Eastern Region——"

"Hong Zhengli?" Disdain flashed at the corner of the ancestor's mouth: "You are a junior in Jindan, what qualifications do you have to see me? Tell Yan Xiling to come out!"

"Forgive me, ancestor," Hong Zhengli said in a trembling voice: "Master, he closed his door to death a few days ago. Even if the disciple calls him, it will not take him a hundred breaths to wake him up..."

"Death gate?" Jiahe frowned slightly and shouted: "Don't try to trick me! Honestly, where is the Yanxi Mausoleum!"

Hong Zhengli was shocked. Could it be that the ancestor already knew that the True Lord of Xiling was not in the mountain?

"Master is in retreat at the top of the mountain. Disciples will never dare to deceive the ancestor." He insisted.

"How long will it take to wake him up?"

"At least a quarter of an hour." Hong Zhengli breathed a sigh of relief and replied.

"A quarter of an hour?" Jiahe pondered slightly. With his strength, it would not take him a hundred breaths to deal with this fifth-level formation that was not controlled by the Nascent Soul Lord. But in this way, the formation will be completely damaged and cannot be used.

Since the Wanxuan Pagoda was lost, the Zhou treasury suddenly became extremely embarrassed. If a fifth-level formation were to break down in the past, it would just be broken, and it would not be a big deal. But for the current Zhou State, it is already a coveted treasure.

Then wait a quarter of an hour! I don’t believe what they can do with the extra 200 breaths!

"Come out and speak!" he said slowly.

Hong Zhengli's expression changed drastically. He was now on the edge of the formation's shield. If something went wrong, there was still a slight possibility of escaping. Once out of the battle, life or death is really not up to you.

"Huh?" Seeing his hesitation, Jiahe's expression darkened.

"Come out!" Liang Suying sternly scolded: "Zangzangyeye, is there something you are hiding from us?"

"I don't dare." Hong Zhengli gritted his teeth, prayed secretly, and slowly moved towards Ancestor Jiahe.

"Humph!"

Seeing his frightened look, Jiahe felt unhappy, stretched out his hand and grabbed the head of the Yunxiao Sect in front of him.

Then he slapped his right shoulder with a palm and shouted: "If Yan Xiling doesn't come in a quarter of an hour, then you will be lucky!"

……

Hong Zhengli returned to the valley with worries.

At this time, the square was bustling with people, as if a market was opening. It seems that the number of people has not decreased much compared to before, but the disciples flying from all directions are sparse and much less.

Feng Xi was supported by Mu Risheng and hid in a corner of the courtyard. He didn't make a sound and didn't dare to move. No one knew what he was thinking.

"How is it?" Seeing him coming back, Yang Zhen dropped a stone and asked hurriedly.

"A quarter of an hour, ancestor gave me a quarter of an hour." Hong Zhengli glanced at the field and asked: "How long do you need here?"

"It won't take two hundred breaths, and the rest won't leave." Yang Zhen's eyes flashed, and she said happily: "There should be enough time!"

"That's good." Hong Zhengli nodded and stopped talking.

……

The Purple Emperor Bell is like a huge black hole, constantly swallowing up Yunxiao Sect disciples. The number of monks in the square decreased rapidly like falling dominoes. Not long after, there was only one corner left, where a few hundred or ten people gathered. Including those who stayed in the house and did not come over, there should be several thousand people.

These are things I don’t want to leave.

Yang Zhen didn’t force herself. The more than 10,000 disciples taken away are enough for Yunxiao Sect to make a comeback in the future and continue its inheritance.

He can be considered worthy of the sect.

However, there was someone who had been kind to him, and he still wanted to give him some advice.

"Master Yunsu," Yang Zhen looked at the woman in white on the sidelines: "Are you leaving?"

"Thank you, Junior Brother Yang, for your kindness." Yun Su shook his head and sighed: "I can't leave. If I leave, Yun Lake will not be saved!"

She is a snake demon born and raised in Yunhu. If she follows Yang Zhen and leaves, once the coalition forces pursue her, Yunhu will inevitably fall into the hands of others. It is serious to stay in Yunxiao Sect. According to past practice, casual cultivators like her who are recruited here will often be lenient and deal with it lightly, and even get a lot of benefits.

After all, for a place as big as Xu State, there must be some high-level monks to manage it, and it is impossible to rely entirely on outsiders.

"Senior sister, please take care of me." Yang Zhen nodded, stopped rambling, put the remaining people into the treasure bell, then put away the Purple Emperor Bell, and flew away towards the top of the mountain with Hong Zhengli.

……

After a while, I came to the cave. Calculating the time, there was only a quarter of an hour left. Yang Zhen did not dare to neglect, waved the token in her hand, reopened the concealment formation outside, and then quickly rushed into the cave.

If Jiahe searches the mountain, this concealment formation can at least cover it up for a while.

In the secret vault, Qing Xiaoling had already taken out all the treasures and was waiting there happily.

Yang Zhen didn't have time to say anything, so she sent her, Pei Jian and others into the small bluestone. Then she called out Yiyi and asked her to go to the secret passage to activate the one-way teleportation array. She stopped and looked at Hong who was following silently behind her. Zhengli asked:

"Senior Brother Head, you have been refusing to enter the treasure bell. Do you want to stay?"

Hong Zhengli frowned and did not answer his question, but took out two treasures, one large and one small, from the ring, then paused, put the two items back, and then stuffed the entire ring into Yang Zhen's hand.

"Junior Brother Yang, there are two sixth-level magic weapons here, both of which were treasures taken from Panxi Mountain in the past. One of them is called the Huanying Divine Platform, which can transform into the illusion of Yuanying, and its strength is equivalent to the early stage of Yuanying. If you kill the chicken to get the eggs, With normal use, it can even reach the peak of Yuanying, and even the transformed spirit can withstand several breaths..."

"The other one is a substitute dharma image. Wearing it on the body can replace one death. There used to be three of these things, but now only one is left. Let's give it to Junior Brother Yang! In case there is a sneak attack by bad guys on the other side of the teleportation array, it can also be used to guard against one. two"

"The method of refining the Phantom Infant Platform is explained on the jade slip in my ring. Junior Brother Yang can just find it on his own."

"Senior Brother Head, what are you doing?" Yang Zhen felt strange. Hong Zhengli had already decided to act with him, and he had been urging everyone to leave as the leader. Why, at this moment, not only did he refuse to leave, but he also looked like he was going to explain his funeral arrangements?

"Junior Brother Yang, there is no need to ask any more questions," Hong Zhengli said calmly, showing no emotion or anger on his face, "I am the head of the Yunxiao Sect. Anyone can leave, but I want to stay."

"Let's go! If I stay, I can destroy the teleportation array." He continued.

"I have left something to delay the explosion near the teleportation array. There is no need to go out of your way to blow it up." Yang Zhen shook her head and advised: "Senior brother, it is useless to leave it here, so you should leave with me!"

"No need to say more!" Hong Zhengli showed some impatience and urged: "Hurry up!"

"Senior Brother Head..."

At this moment, there was a faint rumbling sound, like bursts of thunder in the distant sky. There was a shaking in the secret vault, and a few luminous pearls thrown on the ground rolled around, causing a burst of light and shadow.

The time has come, Jiahe Zhenzun began to attack the mountain.

"Hurry up!" Hong Zhengli, with beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead, shouted with a ferocious face, "Mother-in-law, you look like a bitch! Hurry up!"

"Senior brother, take care—" Yang Zhen's eyes filled with tears. Even now, he still doesn't understand why the old Jiahe thief must have done something to the head brother to prevent him from leaving.

He no longer hesitated, turned around and ran towards the secret passage.

"Junior Brother Yang——" The heartbreaking voice echoed on the cave wall: "Be kind to my Yunxiao Sect disciples, otherwise, Senior Brother, I will be a ghost and I won't be able to spare you——"

"Okay!" Yang Zhen paused, nodded heavily, and then continued to gallop forward.

"Junior Brother Yang, if you see the ancestor of Xiling, tell him that I hate him! I hate that he left without saying goodbye and put thousands of my Yunxiao Sect disciples in desperate situations——"

The sound became more and more shrill and gradually faded away.

……

Hong Zhengli walked out of the cave step by step.

At this time, he was sweating profusely, and the muscles on his face were twisted. His whole body looked extremely terrifying, like a ghost from hell.

Jiahe Zhenzun planted a magic bead in his body.

A thunder bead that would explode if he did not return to the caster in time within a quarter of an hour.

This kind of thunder bead condensed with the true energy of the great cultivator of the God Transformation could not be resolved even if he tried all his methods.

For a quarter of an hour, under his full suppression, it was only slightly delayed for ten breaths. Now, after all, he could no longer suppress it.

"Ancestor Jiahe, hehe, he always shows kindness, justice and love to others, but he is so vicious!"

"Yunxiao Peak, I have been working hard to become the master of this place and become a Nascent Soul Lord. Unexpectedly, I ended up dying here, haha..."

Sensing the teleportation array deep in the secret cave for the last time, the light rotated. Junior Brother Yang was already standing in the center of the array, waiting for teleportation...

"Please, Junior Brother Yang..." Hong Zhengli muttered silently in his heart and rushed towards the cave entrance at full speed with all his strength.

Finally, his eyes lit up, the dark gray sky appeared above his head, and he came outside the cave.

My heart relaxed, the thunder beads in my body could no longer be suppressed, and a dazzling light rose from my body!

"Ahhh-"

Hong Zhengli let out his last roar, filled with endless fear, unwillingness, anger, and relief. His body exploded and turned into flesh and blood all over the sky.

"Boom——"

At the same time, Jiahe Zhenzun's third punch fell, accompanied by an earth-shattering explosion. The mountain guarding formation could no longer bear it. Cracks spread in the sky like spider webs. The top of the head suddenly opened up, revealing a pale sky.

The Yunxiao Peak mountain protection formation was broken!

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