Chapter 709 Weakness

Qin Yan and Jiang Moyu returned to the spider disk. When the owner's head was placed in front of Zhao Mancang, the white-haired old man immediately knew what to do.

From the second head to the seventh head, they were summoned together. With the persuasion of Zhao Mancang and the help of Jiang Moyu, Qin Yan was appointed as the new owner.

Qin Yan spent seven days completely grasping the spider disk in his own hands.

Ten days later, the blood wolf monk came, took away Ye Shangqiulu and the silver ghost face and left, leaving an order to let Qin Yan lead the crowd to Yandang Mountain and go to the battlefield of the war between good and evil.

Yandang Mountain.

The righteous holy place that used to live side by side with Qingwei has now become a sea of blood.

The front mountain, the back mountain, the four small peaks, and even the soaring place of the Yandang Mountain Sword God were all in the fire of war.

Countless monsters surrounded from all directions and, driven by evil sects and demon clans, carried out waves of killing of the only remaining Yandang Mountain monks.

The monsters seem to be endless. Yandang Mountain is outnumbered, losing an inch after inch of land and retreating until the ancestral ancestral temple. The power of the mountain protection array has been weakened again and again, and now it can only maintain the boundary of three miles. All the disciples on the mountain are concentrated here. Mr. Mo and Wang Long, the leader, are fighting in person, and they still can't stop the blood color from getting tighter and tighter in the exhausted battle...

The reinforcements of the right path were at the foot of the mountain, fighting fiercely with Mu Hongqiu, Bi Xuan, Moyun Jinpeng and other evil demons, but the evil demon coalition had been prepared for a long time, and the righteous people were never able to attack head-on. Several night attacks were also seen through, but they were killed and injured.

In front of the hillside, Fang Qiuyao, the leader of the righteous alliance, glanced over and saw a restless and gloomy face. He was also anxious, but as the leader of the alliance, he could only endure depression and pretend to ask about the war situation calmly.

The young teenager who once spoke at his beloved girl has gradually become more and more elegant. But just three or four months of experience is still not enough for him to have enough wisdom to deal with the current situation. The last time Mu Hongqiu's conspiracy was smashed, after all, it was just a mistake.

He couldn't help looking at Zuo Xingqi, the deputy leader next to him. This middle-aged scribe is really a slippery old man. In fact, even if Fang Qiuyao is called the alliance leader, he has to follow Zuo Xingqi's advice most of the time before the order can be effectively issued.

There is no trace of joy or anger on Zuo Xingqi's face. Unlike Fang Qiuyao's strong support, Zuo Xingqi is really calm. The bloody war on the distant peaks did not appear in his eyes at all.

Zuo Xingqi calculates the power distribution of the various factions at present.

Qingweiju has been destroyed.

The two first disciples of Cangliu Hall disappeared and their reputation was greatly reduced, but He Fan and the four disciples were still sent to rescue.

Tianji Pavilion is deeply involved in the rebellion in the capital and is unable to ask about the world any more.

Ye Xinghe, the first disciple of Huanzhen Island, was closed for meditation, so this time it was the owner of Zixing Island to go out alone. She is the only person who can confront Mu Hongqiu head-on.

The best disciples of Yandang Mountain, Hao Chengang and He Lianshan, had time to return to the mountain in the future because they traveled. At this time, they were trapped outside the mountain gate and fought bloody battles with many righteous people among the demons. But the power of the two of them could not stop the extinction of Yandang Mountain.

In addition to the five sects, only the combat power of Mingxin Building is worth seeing. Zhou Yueyi and Yan Indifferently are masters of the realm of heaven and man. As for other small factions, such as Guiyunge, Pei Luoshan, Tianhaitang, Hunjiang Gang, etc., can only be used as cannon fodder.

The power of the right path has weakened to the point that it cannot compete with any faction of evil, demons or demons. This group of people came to help Yandang Mountain at the call of the Wulin League leader. At the beginning, they were majestic. In fact, the biggest result only reached the foot of the front mountain, and then they were driven back. All the passionate and indignant words and bloody efforts are just to do their best.

If the real person does not go down the mountain, there is no doubt that the mountain will be destroyed!

'The bloody wolf monk may take action?' Zuo Xingqi meditated silently. This situation is not an opportunity for the weak Wucheng faction.

"Uncle Zuo, your eyes keep spinning, what the hell are you thinking?" A delicate voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

Although the voice is pleasant to the ear, it is extremely disgusting to listen to Zuo Xingqi. This little girl of the ghost elf always revolves around him when she has nothing to do, which is really annoying.

He glanced at the smiling fairy with wide eyes and no answer.

Instead, Fang Qiuyao shouted, "Miss Xin, don't disturb Mr. Zuo!"

Xin Xian smiled and said, "I'm not cheering up Uncle Zuo! Seeing that Uncle Zuo is confident, he must have come up with a lot of tricks a long time ago. Just wait for the critical moment to come out to show, isn't Uncle Zuo? She pushed the white wave again, "Kid, what do you think?"

Bai Lang woke up from his sluggishness and nodded quickly: "You're right." But he has always been worried about the sword score sent by Ge Xinglie.

Fang Qiuyao looked at Zuo Xingqi suspiciously: "Mr. Zuo... Does he have a wonderful plan?"

When Zuo Xingqi was about to answer, he suddenly heard a burst of cheers from the distance: "The reinforcements are coming, the reinforcements are coming!"

Fang Qiuyao was overjoyed and walked over: "Where are the reinforcements?"

"Here!"

In the distance, I saw two fat and thin figures surrounded by everyone.

Zhu Fei with the smoke cloud sword of the building. Luo Ying, a fat man from Huanglong Island. There are also some masters of the two factions behind.

Fang Qiuyao was slightly disappointed. Although Yanyunjian Zhufei is powerful, it cannot become a decisive force under such a big scene. He Lianshan, who is with his friends, is still on the battlefield at this moment!

Fat Luo Ying waved his fat hand and said, "Don't worry, with us, Mu Hongqiu can't turn over any waves!"

Fang Qiuyao smiled with him: "Then count on Brother Luo..."

Zuo Xingqi watched coldly and saw this farce-like scene in his eyes.

'The right path has really weakened.' He thought.

When Fang Qiuyao led Luo Ying and Zhu Fei to him and asked him, he looked confident: "With Zhu Shaoxia and Luo Shaoxia joining, we have a much better chance of winning. There is a gap in the monster array on the western front. We can take the opportunity to attack it!"

Yandang Mountain Xiaomu Peak.

Two figures bypassed the eyes and ears of monsters and sneaked in from a secluded place.

This was originally the place where the sword god soared, and the mountains were lush, but now it has completely changed, leaving only the remnants and leaves, countless corpses, and a mess after the war.

The path is filled with a faint mist, drifting with the mountain wind. There is a trace of blood in it, which becomes more and more gloomy in the night.

Except for the howling of monsters in the distance, there is no trace of a living person here.

Two figures have stayed here for a long time, as if they are remembering and remembering.

"Brother Xinglie, the monster attacked the ancestral temple again."

"Hmm." Ge Xinglie nodded, full of complex thoughts.