From the fake emperor to the concubine

“Emperor Cang Yue Yan Huang, you dare to invade the border of my human race and attack my human sect. When my human race masters arrive, we will definitely not let you go.” Seeing that the two elders were finding it increasingly difficult to resist, the old Taoist priest immediately threatened loudly.

Cang Yue Yan Huang naturally did not take his threat seriously, and his attack became more fierce and fierce: "When he comes, maybe I can collect your bodies for you."

"This emperor has already given you a chance, but you didn't cherish it."

"Since you want to protect the man who killed my son so much, then you will be buried with him."

Zuijiu was the first one who couldn't hold on any longer and flew out spurting blood.

"Junior brother, be careful!" The old Taoist ran over and caught Zuijiu immediately.

It can be clearly seen that Zuijiu was seriously injured.

Even in this situation, his first choice was to take out a wine gourd and drink a sip of wine, then he said with difficulty: "I'm sorry, senior brother, I'm afraid this time..."

Before he could finish his words, he tilted his head and fell silent.

The old Taoist priest was frightened and hurried to check Zuijiu's injuries.

I was relieved to find that he was just unconscious.

Without Zuijiu's help, the two elders found it increasingly difficult to resist.

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest immediately prepared to fill Zuijiu's position.

Zheng Yi quickly stopped him and shook his head silently.

The old Taoist priest flew into a rage: "Young man, what do you mean by this? Are you going to let me watch helplessly as that big devil breaks through the mountain protection formation and kills my disciples of the Immortal Temple?"

Zheng Yi Khan.

Didn't this old Taoist priest ever think that if the other party broke through the mountain protection formation, he, Zheng Yi, would also die?

"Senior, you are the abbot of Wenxian Temple. No matter how dangerous the situation is, you should not rush to the front line immediately."

"Everyone's eyes are on you, aren't they?"

"No matter how powerful the enemy is, as long as you remain as steady as a rock, everyone will feel confident."

"But if you also follow..." Zheng Yi quietly pointed at Zuijiu who was lying unconscious on the ground.

"But it's completely messed up. Even if it was possible to stop it, it has become absolutely impossible to stop it."

After all, the old Taoist priest had been the abbot for so many years, and after hearing what Zheng Yi said, he immediately understood.

Although the disciples had returned to their rooms, they were all paying attention to the battle.

It was not until this incident that the old Taoist priest truly felt the enormous pressure on himself.

As a monk, the old Taoist priest naturally scoffed at the so-called power in the secular world.

But cultivators are also human beings, and some situations are actually the same whether in the world of cultivation or the secular world.

When Cang Yue Yan Huang appeared, Zheng Yi had already discovered that people in Wenxian Temple were in unrest.

The situation did not improve until Zuijiu and the two elders showed up and stabilized the mountain protection formation.

Although Zuijiu is seriously injured now, the mountain protection formation still seems to be relatively stable on the surface.

Although it made many people worried, they were able to remain calm.

At this time, as the host, the most important thing for the old Taoist priest is not to maintain the mountain protection formation, but to stabilize people's hearts like a stabilizing force.

Although Zheng Yi couldn't see through the old Taoist's strength, he could tell from his performance that he was definitely no match for a master in the Enlightenment Stage like Cang Yue Yan Huang.

If he went up, the result would probably be no different from Zuijiu.

If he also vomited blood and fainted, Wenxian Temple would be completely finished.

"What should we do now?" the old Taoist priest asked Zheng Yi in a panicked voice.

Although he is quite old, he has experienced countless dangers during the process of cultivation.

But I have never experienced this kind of situation before, and I was panicked for a moment.

Zheng Yi sighed. This old Taoist priest looked like an immortal, but at the critical moment, he could not play any key role.

and many more……

This is not true. Zheng Yi discovered that this old Taoist priest is not completely without any ability.

He was obviously in a panic now. Zheng Yi could even clearly see that the old Taoist's hand holding the whisk was shaking.

But even in this situation, the old Taoist's expression remained normal, and he even had a faint smile on his face, looking like an unfathomable master.

"Senior, immediately call out the ten people with the highest cultivation in the Wenxian Temple and have them maintain the mountain protection formation."

"For us now, there is only one choice, which is to delay as much time as possible."

The old Taoist priest suddenly realized and quickly pointed out the Taoist names of ten people.

The few people who were called out did not dare to delay and hurriedly prepared to input spiritual energy into the mountain protection formation.

These are the most powerful masters in Wenxian Temple, and some of them are even the hidden forces of Wenxian Temple.

But when it comes to life and death, I can't care so much.

"Wait!" Zheng Yi saw these people were about to go together to support the mountain protection formation, and hurriedly stopped them.

After hearing Zheng Yi's words, all these people looked at him in confusion.

It seems a little confusing. How can a mere cultivator in the crystallization stage dare to come out and give orders at a time like this?

When Zheng Yi was talking to the old Taoist priest before, in order to avoid being discovered by Cang Yue Yan Huang, they used the method of voice transmission to communicate with each other.

Therefore, these people had no idea that the one who let them out was not their host, but Zheng Yi, a young monk in the crystallization period.

"Young friend, what's the matter?" The old Taoist priest did not dare to underestimate Zheng Yi at all.

If he hadn't reminded me just now, I would have almost made a big mistake.

"Don't go all at once. Let them go one by one."

After hearing what Zheng Yi said, the old Taoist priest was a little confused, but in view of what happened before, he did not ask any more questions and directly let someone take over Zuijiu's position.

When the mountain protection formation stabilized again, the old Taoist priest asked in confusion: "Young friend, shouldn't it be better for everyone to attack together? Why are you attacking one by one?"

Zheng Yi did not answer immediately, but observed carefully for a while.

He found that Cang Yue Yan Huang's attack had been maintained at a fixed level, neither weakening nor strengthening, and then he smiled triumphantly.

He can now confirm more and more that these monks who seem high and mighty are powerful.

In fact, apart from having a talent for cultivation, they are no different from ordinary people.

Maybe some people seem wise, but that's just because they have lived long enough, seen more things, and accumulated more experience.

They seem to possess the power to destroy the world, but that is only because they happen to have the talent to obtain it all.

Once this talent is taken away, they will not be much stronger than ordinary people whom they treat as ants.

"Senior, this Cang Yue Demon Lord has lost his son now. It would be hard to relieve his hatred if he just killed us."

"So, he wanted to wipe out all of our Wenxian Temple to avenge his son."

"Besides, he was not willing to just kill us so easily. He wanted to keep us in fear before we died and torture us to his heart's content."

"With his strength, there must be a way to raze the Wenxian Temple to the ground in one go." "If we display all our strength, it will only force Cang Yue Yan Huang to use his strongest attack to destroy us regardless of everything."

“So, every time we need to appear to be trying our best, but even with such desperate efforts, we can only barely fend off the attacks of Cang Yue Yan Huang.”

"Let him play with us like a cat and a mouse, watching us fight back desperately but unable to escape from his clutches."

"Only in this way can we delay for the longest time."

The old Taoist couldn't help but take a breath when he heard this.

Zuijiu had said before that it was Zheng Yi who destroyed the Demon Lord Huiyue, but the old Taoist didn’t believe it at all.

But now...

He actually believed what his junior brother said. Although the boy in front of him was only in the crystallization stage, his brain was really scary.

While they were talking, the master from Wenxian Temple who was replacing Zuijiu could no longer hold on and flew out spurting blood just like him.

The old Taoist priest didn't need Zheng Yi's instructions and directly let the next one take over.

Cang Yue Yan Huang, who was outside the mountain protection formation, could clearly feel that the people who came to maintain the Wenxian Temple's mountain protection formation were becoming weaker and weaker.

It is obvious that they have fewer and fewer masters.

Seeing this, Cang Yue Yan Huang secretly added some water.

"You lowly humans, just fight with all your might."

"You will soon find that any resistance you have is futile. Repent in despair and fear."

After the sixth person was substituted in, the old Taoist finally discovered that Cang Yue Yan Huang indeed did not try his best.

Before, they were all masters of the Spirit Transformation Stage, but this time, those who went up were at the Golden Core Stage.

The gap between the two is not just a little bit.

Even so, this guy still managed to hold on for two breaths.

"My friend, you are a genius. That guy is really playing tricks on us."

Before he could finish his sentence, two more Jindan masters who had just taken the lead were injured.

Before the old Taoist priest had time to rejoice, he started to worry again.

A cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core stage can only withstand one attack from the Cang Yue Flame Emperor.

There aren't that many Jindan stage cultivators in Wenxian Temple. Even if there were a hundred or eighty of them, they wouldn't be enough for Cangyue Yanhuang to fight against.

"My friend, how long do we have to hold out?"

Zheng Yi was speechless: "Senior, you shouldn't ask me this. When do you think the enlightened masters among our human race who can compete with Cang Yue Yan Huang will arrive?"

The old Taoist frowned and thought for a while: "If it is Senior Sword God Fang Zhuofang... it will take at most a cup of tea to arrive."

Zheng Yi secretly calculated in his mind that a cup of tea would take about ten minutes.

This world is a bit similar to the ancient times before he traveled through time. He is not used to many units of measurement and can only convert them secretly.

Although the old Taoist priest called ten Jindan masters over to delay time.

But together, they can only hold out for about a minute.

The time gap is quite large.

"Cang Yue Yan Huang, as long as I am still alive, you will never set foot in our Wen Xian Temple!"

I don't know when Zuijiu woke up, but looking at his full of energy, I knew he must have taken a powerful elixir.

When the old Taoist saw his expression, he jumped up and down: "Brother, are you crazy? How dare you use that thing? Master said that it can only be used when our lives are at stake."

Zuijiu smiled carefreely: "Brother, isn't this a matter of life and death? If we can't stop this guy today, our Wenxian Temple might end its inheritance."

"And after so many years, I have come to terms with it. This is my nature. I have been able to cultivate to this level thanks to the support of the sect."

"Even if my cultivation stagnates in the future, it won't matter."

"Oh, right." Zuijiu seemed to have suddenly remembered something extremely important, and said solemnly: "Brother, you see I have made such a great sacrifice for the sect, so don't hide those jars of Thousand Day Drunk left by our master."

"Get lost!" At such a critical moment, his junior fellow disciple was so out of tune. The old Taoist priest's image as a master almost collapsed: "You have been thinking about a few jars of broken wine for your whole life, how come you still can't forget it? After today, you can drink as much as you want, even if you get drunk to death, no one will care."

With the old Taoist's assurance, Zuijiu became more energetic.

He directly took over the position of a Jindan cultivator who had just been injured.

He looked provocatively at Cang Yue Yan Huang outside the mountain protection formation: "Even if you are in the Enlightenment Stage, don't even think about doing whatever you want in our Wen Xian Temple."

Cang Yue Yan Huang responded with a sneer of contempt: "You are just a mere Transformation God Stage, and you dare to act so presumptuous in front of me?"

"Today, I will see how many times you, a boastful fellow, can block my attacks."

Facing Zuijiu, Cangyue Yanhuang no longer held back and his offensive suddenly increased.

Zuijiu, who was originally chatting and laughing, suddenly fell silent.

Gritting my teeth and fighting back.

He was fine, but the other two elders suffered.

Both of them are cultivators at the peak of the Spirit Transformation stage, and are only one step away from entering the Enlightenment stage.

There seems to be only a slight difference, but the gap is like a chasm.

In the entire Canglan Realm, there are countless cultivators who will never be able to overcome this hurdle in their entire life.

After accumulating experience in the Spirit Transformation Stage for who knows how many years, the two people's cultivation can be said to be extremely profound.

But no matter how profound their cultivation is, they are ultimately only in the Spirit Transformation Stage, not the Enlightenment Stage.

Even with the protection of the sect's mountain protection formation, it would be extremely difficult for them to resist the attack of Cang Yue Yan Huang.

The others, including Zuijiu, were constantly rotating.

The two of them have persisted until now without taking a breath.

Although it cannot be said that it is completely exhausted, it has been almost depleted and may collapse at any time.

"I, the Taoist priest, never expected that my bloody disaster would happen today."

The other Taoist priest laughed and said, "It's not a big loss for us to die at the hands of a Taoist master."

Zui Jiu interrupted and said, "Two Grandmasters, if possible, I don't want to return today. Don't you two have any magic weapons to help us hold on for a while longer?"

The two old Taoist priests stared at Zuijiu.

"You still have the nerve to say that. If you hadn't been such an unfilial little bastard and led this kind of expert to our sect, would things have turned out like this?"

"When we get down there, I'll see how you'll explain this to our ancestors at the Wenxian Temple."

Zuijiu said with a bitter face: "You can't blame me for this."

He also didn't expect that a master in the Enlightenment Stage like Cang Yue Yan Huang would attack them regardless of the consequences.

"Your Excellency Yan Huang, can you listen to what I have to say?" Zheng Yi suddenly stood up and said loudly. (End of this chapter)