Chapter 247 Guangyang Defense Zone

That's a huge white jade statue.

Taoist robe, Liang Guan, mango shoes.

He put his hands upside down, hung a long sword on his back, and stared obliquely. His eyes were falling on the high gate upstairs at the edge of the square.

The statue is lifelike, and the clothes are turned over. It seems that there is a possibility of walking down the platform and flying away at any time.

It was precisely because the carving was vivid that Yong Bowen recognized it at a glance.

That's not the statue of Ning Buk.

The hardware such as eyebrows and body shapes, the momentum emitted from there alone is highly unified with the image of looking at the beam in the dream.

Guangyang School, it's better to be surprised.

I just dreamed that I could see it with my own eyes. If it's pure coincidence, I really don't believe it.

Yong Bowen thought of his identity as the reincarnation of Ning Buqi's consciousness, and also thought of all the previous things about Qinglong Temple that he dreamed about because of the reincarnation between the flowers. He guessed that maybe it was because of the traces left by the stripping of the consciousness, he dreamed of those things after coming to the Guangyang School. Right.

At least when he saw the statue, the kind of familiarity that Yong Bowen initially felt became stronger and stronger.

Seeing Yong Bowen staring at the statue and meditating, thinking about it, the middle-aged man who played the role of the doctor carefully introduced: "Your Excellency, that's the master who was promoted to immortality thousands of years ago..."

"It's better to be curious, I know!" Yong Bowen said casually, "It's very familiar!" He really became acquainted with Ning Buchy. Although he has never been sociable and has never seen it, no matter what, he is also the reincarnation of Ningbuqi. Although he was stripped off as soon as he was reincarnated, it was also a little dew marriage, wasn't it? What's more, he has seen how this man fell on the cause and effect of the green dragon golden fetus in the imprint of the flower.

It's just that Yong Bowen's casual sentence made the middle-aged man misunderstand and said with joy, "Is the immortal master familiar with Master Ning? Is he in the fairyland?"

"Uh... it's not like that..." Yong Bowen realized that he had made a small mistake and was waiting to explain, but he saw that the little girl who had just screamed and ran away hurried back. This time, she was not running alone, but followed by a large group of people, men and women, old and young, all wearing Taoist robes and swords. Most of the people are still stained with blood, and their faces are also dark. The most outrageous thing is that the people behind them are holding swords in their hands, and blood is dripping down on the sword.

The middle-aged man immediately said, "The leader has arrived. Please wait for a moment." Without giving Yong Bowen a chance to explain, he walked over to the group of people, saluted a white-bearded old man who followed the little girl, and whispered something. The old man's tense face immediately smiled happily and rushed to Yong Bowen in two steps - the two were at least nearly 50 meters apart - a deep salute. "Luo Chuyi, the head of the poor Guangyang School, has met the immortal envoy!"

This old man has a big arm and a round waist. He stands there like a hill. Although his hair, beard and eyebrows are white, his face is red and energetic. He is not old at all, and his voice is also loud and unusual. No matter which environment he is put in, he is a proper foreign master outside, but now he is facing Yong. Bowen looked humble. In fact, it made Yong Bowen feel a little at a loss, and he did not dare to accept his salute. He quickly dodged aside, reached out to hold Luo Laodao's arm, and said, "Don't dare to be, don't dare to do it. Master Luo doesn't have to be polite!"

"You don't have to be so polite!" Luo Laodao still gave this salute, which was very respectful and solemn. A large group of people behind him immediately bowed neatly and uniformly, which made Yong Bowen so uncomfortable. If he was really such a fairy, forget it, but he knew that he had nothing to do with the fairy envoy. It was purely a passer-by who passed by. It is impossible to accept this big gift from others with peace of mind.

"Your Excellency, please!" Luo Laodao gave a salute and immediately led Yong Bowen out of the square. From the line where the little girl ran just now, he walked out of the gate tower staring at the statue of Ningbuqi, passed through the heavy house, and all the way to the hall of a bluestone structure.

Along the way, the houses are continuous and the streets are vertical and horizontal, just like a small town, built on the mountains, and the houses and streets are distributed along the mountain, gradually rising.

The disciples of the Guangyang School in gray clothes and hanging swords on the back of the street ran around, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

This bluestone hall is at the top of the whole town, overlooking the whole town.

Standing in front of the Qingshi Hall and looking up, you can have a panoramic view of the whole town. The square just now is located in the middle of the town, right on the mountainside, and the tall statue of Ning Fuqi is very eye-catching.

There are tall walls on the edge of the town at the foot of the mountain.

The city wall is full of fully armed Guangyang disciples, and under the city wall is full of horse demon corpses.

The fire on the upper and lower walls has not been extinguished, and the wolf smoke is lingering, but the battle has just ended.

The town faces a vast plain. At this moment, the plain is full of horse demons' armies, which are endless. Even the original color of the plain is tightly covered and can't reveal any.

In comparison, the town where the Guangyang School is located is like a stubborn stone standing against the boundless tide. Perhaps fortitude is insignificant.

Luo Laodao and his party took Yong Bowen into the hall and gave up Yong Bowen to the main position. After sitting down one after another, Luo Laodao was full of apologetically and said, "The immortal envoy came to our Guangyang defense area. Lao Dao should have greeted him in person, but at that time, the war was tight, and he really couldn't draw people, so that the immortal envoy fell into the encirclement. It's almost unpretad, and he is seriously injured. Please forgive me!" After saying that, he stood up and apologized to Yong Bowen, so a group of people suddenly stood up and followed Yong Bowen.

Yong Bowen had no choice but to say, "Mr. Luo doesn't have to apologize. At that time, the war was urgent, and no one could control it. Besides, if it hadn't been for Luo Zhangmen sending Lu Wangxian, I'm afraid I would have died in the chaos. I don't know how Lu Wangxian and others are doing now? Although he guessed that Lu Wangxian and others could not be spared, he finally had a trace of happiness.

Luo Laodao shook his head and sighed, "The demon army is powerful. The No. 7 time wheel has been lost. Before losing, Wang Xian sent a guidance signal, which led the thunder array to carry out an indiscriminate attack. Now the whole mountain has been flattened by thunder, covering the time wheel under the mud and stone..."

The top of the mountain was flat, and everything as big as the time wheel was covered under the mud and stone. How could Lu Wangxian and others survive?

Yong Bowen couldn't help sighing and said regretfully, "It's a pity that he is such a good man."

"I, the Guangyang faction, moved to this area in accordance with the decree of the immortals and resisted the attack of demons. In 367, five months and eight days, more than 10,000 disciples fought in blood. So far, 3,467 people have died in the battle. Lu Wangxian and others are just one of these thousands of disciples!"

Luo Chuyi sighed, and everyone was full of sadness.