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    "Don't go forward! Back up! Back up! Go to the foot of the mountain!"

    Unexpectedly, there was a loud shout, and everyone looked back one after another, and saw Mo Ran coming to the ground in black clothes. Behind him, a female corpse was chasing after him, making a terrible howl.

    Xue Zhengyi said in surprise: "Ran'er? What what's going on?!"

    "Back! Go back!" Under Mo Ran's dark eyebrows, his eyes were like bayonets out of their sheaths, and he shouted at Nangong, "Nangong! Drop the soul-repelling stone in front!"

    Nan Gongsi immediately rushed to the top - above the tomb of the loyal soul, there is the tomb of the high-level disciples of the Confucianism School. In order to prevent future generations from suffering, a long wall was set up between the two tombs as a barrier  for.

    He sprinted, followed by Ye Wangxi, but before he reached the soul-repelling wall, Nangong Si stopped abruptly:

    I saw a group of people slowly coming down from the top of the mountain road, each wearing blue clothes and sash, with silk belts fluttering around, at first glance, it seems that the Confucian style school has not yet been destroyed, and a group of heroic Confucian style disciples came from Haohao Tangtang,  The end is grand and impressive.

    But Nangong Si knew something was wrong.

    Ye Wangxi is also clear.

    There is one difference between these Confucianism disciples and the ones they used to get along day and night, that is, everyone is covered with a blue ribbon embroidered with crane shadows.

    It seems like an extremely small difference, but everyone in the Nangong family understands what it means - a living person will never tie this blinding ribbon.  These are the funeral objects worn by the Confucian school before the disciples are buried. It means that the eyes are covered with auspicious clouds, and the crane is heading west to grow and be happy

    All the people who went down the mountain were dead people from the Confucianism sect!  !

    Nangong Si took a step back, raised his hand, and subconsciously stopped Ye Wangxi.

    He didn't look back, just whispered: "Go down."

    ""

    "Go down! Go tell Master Mo, it's too late." Nan Gongsi took a deep breath, and said a trembling sentence, "All the high-ranking disciples of the Confucianism Sect have been exhumed and are driving down the mountain."

    "how about you?!"

    "I'll stop for a while, hurry up." Nangong Si turned his face slightly, and said to Ye Wangxi, "Let them retreat as far as possible to the foot of the mountain first, and retreat there. If you set off the fireworks, I will come down immediately."

    Ye Wangxi bit her lips tightly, she knew very well that there was no end to this matter, the last thing she could do was to untie her quiver, throw it to Nangong Si, and said in a deep voice: "Go on.  You never remember to take more."

    When she rushed to the mountainside, a fierce battle had already started there. The corpses of the Confucianism Sect servants who had been lurking before were rushing out from the bushes, behind the rocks, and all places that could hide, rushing towards the fighting monks.  .  These corpses were all dressed in shrouds, pale all over, mingled among the monks in different costumes, like snow waves surging, it looked spectacular from a distance, but the price of this grandeur was too high, Jiaoshan suddenly burst into mourning, killing shouts  one slice.

    Ye Wangxi caught a glimpse of several coffins that had been blasted open by spiritual power during the fierce battle. There were only clothes in them, and they were roughly shaped like human beings. Her adoptive father was like a cunning rabbit, leaving them a peaceful "Tomb of Loyalty"  , In fact, the corpses in the mound have already been summoned and hidden in the dark, just to wait for them to reach the highest point, mobilize the "high-ranking disciple mound" in front, kill from the front, and attack from the rear.

    He cast the net, and they were the fish in the net.

    Ye Wangxi found Mo Ran in the melee: "Master Mo!"

    Mo Ran was wrestling with five corpses, when he heard Ye Wangxi's voice, he raised his head suddenly, and said anxiously: "Why¡ª"

    "Yang" has not been said yet, but when he saw Ye Wangxi's face, he knew the answer.

    Mo Ran cursed secretly, it just so happened that a zombie bit his arm at this time, he couldn't shake it off, and in extreme anger, he simply put his hand into the mouth of the zombie, his eyes were ruthless, his hands were hard, and the zombie's  The slippery tongue was torn out!

    "Aw!"

    Black blood flowed and splattered, and the zombie couldn't bite him anymore. He elbowed him in the chest and fell to the ground.

    Mo Ran's black eyes were terribly bright, and his expression was fierce. When he looked at Ye Wangxi again, she shuddered involuntarily.  But she immediately stabilized herself, and said, "A Si told you to retreat as soon as possible, retreat to the foot of the mountain and wait for him!"

    Mo Ran nodded, and the sound amplification technique instantly spread his voice throughout the melee field.

    "Don't love to fight, all go to the foot of the mountain, all retreat to the foot of the mountain."

    Huang Xiaoyue became anxious immediately: "We were already prepared to fight Xu Shuanglin to the death, and this scene before us was expected, how can we retreat now?"

    Mo Ran doesn't care about him at all,?

    He was wearing a luxurious brocade robe, embroidered with dragons swallowing the sun and the moon, and the sea of ??clouds churning. Every step he took, the gold and silver threads cast on the cloth would emit a water-like luster and float under the moonlight.

    Above the bridge of his straight nose, a silk ribbon that would only be worn by the dead of Confucianism is tied upright, covering his eyes, but the ribbon is not blue, but black.  What is embroidered on it is not a crane either, but a black dragon with flames gushing out and strong fingers and claws.

    Nangong Si's face was as white as paper, he stared at the man who was stepping down the steps calmly, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he murmured: "How how is it possible the master"

    The moonlight protruded from the forest leaves, illuminating the man's handsome, chiseled face.

    It's him.

    The only person in this world who can make Jiaoshan disobey the orders of the heirs of the Nangong family, subdue the magic dragon, suppress the ancient evil beast "Gun" under the tower, and create the most magnificent sect of the first fairy sect in hundreds of years.

    He was the number one master in the world hundreds of years ago. He was the first person who gave up ascension to enter the gate of heaven when he was alive in order to overcome the suffering of the world of mortals. He was the first head of the Confucianism School¡ª¡ª

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