Deer seeks fairyland

Chapter 79
Before the members of the Kongwu faction, who were almost all wounded, had a good rest, there was a deafening roar outside the hall.

Head Mo and Hu Yizhi, who were sitting cross-legged in meditation, changed their expressions, and hurriedly got up and came to the entrance of Yuehua Hall, only to see that the people in the Kuangfeng Village outside the hall were attacking the golden mask fiercely with all kinds of weapons.

The attacks of ordinary gang members are nothing, at most, they can only make little ripples appear on the golden mask, but the red rapier in the hands of the black-robed youth and the black long knife in the hands of the black-clothed man whose face cannot be seen clearly are It's different, every time it cuts on the mask, it will cause obvious depressions on the attacked part of the mask.

Although the mask could return to its original shape after the golden light flickered a few times, but under the frequent slashing, the golden light on the golden mask was almost undetectably weaker.

The young man in black stopped what he was doing, smiled at the two of them, and said, "Senior brother, now I am really looking forward to how long your tortoise shell can last."

After the yellow-robed man left, the black-robed young man thought about it, although he still couldn't figure out how Wu Tiancheng opened the golden eight-door array with his mortal body.

But the more powerful the formation, the more spiritual power it needs to consume.

And although there are two immortal cultivators in the Kongwu Sect in the hall, they are all low-level people whose mana is not as good as their own. It is simply impossible to rely on them to support such a huge formation.

In this way, this formation can only be supported by external objects. As long as the spiritual power of this object is exhausted, then this seemingly powerful middle-level formation will be self-defeating.

Head Mo raised his eyebrows and shouted in a cold voice, "Li Huansheng, the master treats you well, but you are willing to degenerate and practice sorcery, and even entrust your revenge to the Kuangfengzhai to become a bandit! Such behavior, if the master and other old people know , how can you be worthy of him!"

The black-robed young man's expression remained unchanged, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and said coldly, "Oh? Brother, you seem to have forgotten that since the day you drove me out, I have no master."

"Zhuzi is not enough to plan! Brother, why bother talking to him." Hu Yizhi said coldly with a cold face.

"Evil!" Sect Leader Mo sighed, and slammed the palace door shut with a flick of his sleeves.

Looking at the closed palace door, the black-robed youth smiled indifferently, raised the red rapier in his hand and slashed at the mask again.

……

The two returned to the palace.

Head Mo looked at the remaining two hundred disciples of the Kongwu Sect, frowned, and said to Hu Yizhi, "It's not a long-term solution to stay here, and the eight-door golden light formation may not last long."

"In another one or two days, the disciples who are guarding the city will return to the mountain one after another. At that time, there may be a turning point." Hu Yizhi pursed his lips and said.

Unexpectedly, Sect Leader Mo shook his head when he heard the words, and said in a heavy tone, "Not to mention whether the formation can be maintained until the disciples return to the mountain, even if it can last until they come back, we are already at the end of our strength. In addition, the disciple who returned to the mountain may not be the opponent of that evil obstacle."

Hu Yizhi was silent for a while, stopped talking, and turned his head to look at the disciples in the hall.

Seeing Hu Yizhi's expression, Sect Leader Mo sighed, and said, "For the current plan, I can only ask my junior brother to take the remaining disciples out of the mountain through the secret path, as many as I can walk."

Hearing this, Hu Yizhi instantly understood the meaning of Mo Wenjian's words, his face changed suddenly, and he turned his head and said, "Yi Zhi wishes to stay with senior brother!"

Sect Leader Mo smiled bitterly, and said, "If I hadn't forced you to stay for a while, you would have returned to the family with your apprentice by now, and it was the senior brother who got you down. Needless to say, the way out of the mountain may not be easy. Safe, the rest of the disciples will depend on you to take care of them."

Hu Yizhi looked at the resolute Mo Wenjian, then at the more than two hundred teenager disciples in the hall, and finally nodded with tears in his eyes.

Seeing that Hu Yizhi agreed, Mo head smiled as if he was relieved, and took out a small bag with a simple style from his arms and handed it to him.

"This object has been kept by the heads of previous dynasties. The reason why Master must have told you a thing or two back then. Now I entrust it to you and take them away from Muyue Mountain. From today on, there will be no more Kongwu in the world." group!"

Then he turned around and strode up to the top of the main hall, pushing hard against the throne carved from golden nanmu.

With a loud rumbling sound, the heavy seat moved sideways, revealing a small stone room behind the seat.

Hearing the sound, all the disciples in the hall gathered around the two of them.

I saw some strange symbols engraved with silver powder on the ground of the stone room. Eight somewhat unfamiliar disciples in green clothes were sitting cross-legged on the ground with their eyes closed.

Liu Xiaolu stared at those disciples in Tsing Yi carefully for a while, and suddenly found that the three young disciples in the stone room were three of the twenty disciples who won the competition in the law hall. His complexion changed drastically.

In this way, the identities of the other five older disciples could be revealed, and these eight were actually the disciples of the law hall who received 50 taels of silver subsidy every month that Liu Xiaolu envied before!
What's even more weird is that the three Lvtang disciples who were originally the highest strength and only had the strength of the sixth level of Houtian, hadn't seen each other for just over a year, and now the one with the lowest strength among the three has the skill of the eighth level of Houtian.

Liu Xiaolu's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but think of the exercise that Senior Brother Feiyun mentioned back then, and his heart sank instantly.

With the continuous roaring sound coming from outside the hall, the silver runes on the ground in the seal carving kept flickering.

And every time those strange symbols light up, the faces of the few disciples sitting cross-legged on the ground showed a look of pain.

Head Mo couldn't bear to look at the eight disciples sitting cross-legged in the stone room, took a deep breath, and didn't explain anything, but turned to everyone and said, "This tunnel connects to the periphery of Muyue Mountain. Let's go out of the mountain with Master Hu and go home separately. If you see the disciples in the city, tell them not to go back to the mountain, and each find a job and live well."

"Master, I won't go."

"I'm not leaving either!"

Suddenly two figures came out of the crowd, and they knelt down in front of Sect Leader Mo with a bang. They were the two direct disciples of Wangyue Peak——Xu Yichen and Meng Kaifeng.

"Don't mess around! The golden light eight-door array won't last long, and I can still stop that evil one or two by staying here. You only have acquired strength, and it's useless even if you stay." Sect Leader Mo's face was serious, and he scolded in a cold voice road.

"The disciple is willing to live and die with the master!"

Seeing that the two still refused, Sect Leader Mo had no choice but to soften his tone, and said helplessly, "It may not be possible to go all the way down the mountain from here. If you all stay, Fengzhu Hu alone may not be able to protect everyone's safety."

Then he turned his head and looked at Hu Yizhidao, "Take them down the mountain quickly! After going down the mountain, go back to your Yuchuan. If possible in the future, kill that evil for me!"

"Brother, don't worry, Yi Zhi understands!"

Hu Yizhi's eyes were red, he took two steps back, bowed solemnly to Sect Leader Mo, then turned around resolutely and led the disciples towards the secret path in the stone room.

All the disciples followed Hu Yizhi one by one into the secret passage with heavy steps, and soon there were only a few figures left in the hall.

I saw Luo Lin standing alone in the corner still in a daze, muttering, "I won't go, grandpa is still here, Xiao Lin can't go..."

Liu Xiaolu and Mo Xiaoyuan looked at each other, handed Wang Xiaobao in their hands to Senior Brother Feiyun who was also pale, and they walked to Luo Lin's side and pushed him into the secret passage together.

Soon, only Sect Leader Mo and his two disciples were left in the hall.

"Go." Head Mo turned his back, refusing to look at the two people kneeling on the ground.

Finally, Xu Yichen gritted his teeth and kowtowed heavily to Sect Leader Mo's back, then pulled Meng Kaifeng who was kneeling on the ground and walked towards the secret path.

The only person left in the empty Yuehua Hall was Mo Mo, who silently walked to the stage and forcefully restored the throne to its original position.

Then with a long laugh, he drew out the long sword on his back, and in the middle of the hall, he held the sword and danced to the rumbling sound outside the hall.

"Wangmen stays only to miss Zhang Jian, and waits for Dugan for a while!"

"I laugh at the sky from the sidelines, and I will save my heart and gall in Kunlun!"

　Here is a quote from Tan Sitong's poem...

　　I wanted to send some writing, but I have no culture, huh huh

　　I feel that the artistic conception of this poem is quite suitable, so I used it

　　But I will not refund the money for these 28 characters!snort!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)