Immortal Mansion Longevity Chapter 682

   Chapter 682 Justice or not, successive changes

  PS: There is no intention to insinuate anything, in order to prevent 404, and some people deliberately bring a rhythm, the Red Turban Army should be changed to the Purple Turban Army.

  The previous article has been revised, and the name of the Purple Turban Army will be used later.

"Yes!"

   Guo Poyun, Liao Yunxi and others responded with a bang.

   Seeing this, Liu Yu nodded slightly, and took the lead to walk out to the outside of the hall.

   When the mana of Dantian was mentioned, he turned into a ray of light and rose into the sky, and disappeared into the air with the next breath.

  Guo Poyun and the others followed closely behind, also vacated, and then used a spell such as "invisibility" to leave in a low-key manner.

   After all, this is to carry out a secret mission, not to travel in an open and honest way. Of course, you have to keep a low profile and not reveal your whereabouts.

  It's hard to do things clearly, but things are easy to do in the dark!

  Looking at the entire Jiangzhou, ten cultivators of the later stage of Jindan travel, which is also extremely eye-catching.

   If he leaves under the attention of the public, and the incident in the Immortal Prison in Montenegro happens later, it is easy to think of the Commoner League.

   This is not a wise choice.

"Whizzing"

   In the sky, the sound of wind rang out one after another, and thousands of low-level monks felt nothing.

  Under the circumstance that only a very few core members knew about it, Liu Yu's ten people quietly left, and launched an operation to rescue the twenty-one golden pills of the Purple Turban Army, pointing their swords at the Immortal Prison in Montenegro!

  As a continent in the Central Region, Jiangzhou is wider than the entire state of Chu.

   And in order not to leak the track, of course, you can't take the teleportation array, you can only use the way of flying.

   After all, all the immortal cities in the Central Territory have very strict management of the teleportation formation. The first thing is to determine their identity.

   After confirming that he is not a cultivator wanted by the Holy Land of Gan Court, follow the process to pay the spiritual stone to prepare for transmission.

   Leaving Wanxian Mountain, ten people flew south all the way.

   From north to south, we have been flying all day and night before arriving at the border between Jiangzhou and Huaizhou.

   Arrived at the border, and all the lights stopped at the same time.

   Liu Yu turned to face the crowd and said solemnly:

   "I'll be parting here temporarily."

   "Disperse into Huaizhou and gather at the appointed place after five days at the latest."

   "I hope all fellow Daoists will arrive on time, and don't delay major events!"

   There are ten cultivators in the late stage of Jindan, and there are several people at the peak of Jindan. This goal is not small.

   If you are on the road together, it is easy to be noticed by other monks, which is not conducive to the next move.

   Even if the prison robbery goes smoothly, it may be tracked down by the Holy Land of Gan Court, which will bring big trouble to the Commoner League.

   After all, it is impossible for the late Jindan cultivators to pop out of the stone, and not all cultivators are very good at restraining breath and invisibility.

   And not compared to Jiangzhou, which is very familiar, Huaizhou is a relatively unfamiliar area.

   On the way, you may encounter someone with extraordinary supernatural powers, who happens to have the talent or supernatural power to see through the deeds, and can see through the hidden techniques of ten people.

   So to be on the safe side, it's better to travel separately.

   "Don't worry, Gucheng daoist, I'll wait until I know the benefits and I will arrive at the agreed place within the agreed time."

  The people of the Commoner League handed over one after another.

   This is a good thing to say on the road, and it is also the most basic common sense. Naturally, they cannot have an opinion.

"Um."

   Seeing this, Liu Yu nodded lightly, looked at Guo Poyun, and the two continued to flee to Huaizhou.

"Whizzing"

   After a certain distance, two rays of light suddenly appeared in the air, and the fluctuations in the aura and spiritual pressure also dropped to the level of the early and middle stages of Jindan.

   As a result, it is much more normal.

   On the way, the vast majority of cultivators sensed their cultivation and would not continue to check.

   After all, scanning directly with divine sense, or checking with supernatural powers, is taboo enough to form a deep hatred.

   Instead, it is mysterious, which is more likely to arouse curiosity and make things develop in an unpredictable direction.

   "Guo Daoyou, you are the secret art of restraining breath."

  Liu Yu had a little surprise on his face, and his divine sense voiced.

   Guo Poyun's breath-holding technique is indeed quite good. After carefully scanning his consciousness, he did not find any obvious flaws.

   It takes far more than the cooperation of the spiritual sense of the same realm, in order to spy on the reality of one or two.

   This kind of performance has surpassed that of most monks, which is enough to illustrate the extraordinaryness of his breath-holding technique.

   "This breath-holding technique can be exchanged from the alliance with contribution points, just the number of contribution points needed."

   "Before the trip to the Six Continents in Annan, Elder Qingshui gave it exceptionally."

   "Unfortunately, I didn't have the chance to worship at his old man's door~"

   Having said this, Guo Poyun sighed softly, as if a little regretful.

"I see."

   Liu Yu nodded slightly.

  This breath-holding technique is indeed a bit extraordinary, which aroused a little interest in him, but when he heard that he needed to contribute points to exchange, he immediately lost interest.

  You can get a certain amount of contribution points only when you complete the Commoners' mission.

   In order to exchange this breath-holding secret technique, it will definitely require the accumulation of many tasks, that is, to “work” for the Commoner League.

  Liu Yu joined the Commoners League, in the final analysis, it was for her own cultivation. Except for the mandatory mission every five years, she never took the initiative to accept the mission.

   At present, the comprehensive use of several breath-holding methods can already meet his needs. Naturally, it is impossible for him to delay his own practice for the mere breath-holding secret technique.

After the    episode, the two of them hid their cultivation to the middle and middle stages of Jindan to continue their journey, and rushed to the agreed place generously.

   Liao Yunxi and the rest of the eight people also lowered their cultivation bases to reveal their tracks, and rushed to the appointed place from other directions.

   Of course, in terms of appearance, breath, cultivation, etc., everyone has made a disguise, and their identities will not be easily seen.

  Luofu Mountain, the fourth-order low-grade Lingshan.

   For some reason, the surrounding aura is very thin, far below the average level.

   Within a thousand miles, there are only three spiritual veins that reach the third rank, and the number of immortal cultivators is relatively rare.

   In addition, the surrounding mountains and rivers are poor, which is very unsuitable for human survival. The number of mortals is extremely rare, and even beasts are hard to find.

   It seems that all the essences of thousands of miles around have been absorbed by "Luofu Mountain".

  Because the body of this mountain is scorched black and the soil is mostly gray and black, it is also called "Black Mountain".

   Qian Ting thought about it again and again, and built the Immortal Prison here.

  The name of the Black Mountain Immortal Prison also comes from this.

   However, the so-called “thin spiritual energy” is only a relative term.

   It is much thinner than other areas in the Central Territory, but it is still not much different from the Six Continents of Annan, and its aura is far more dense than Tiannan.

   Under such circumstances, there are naturally many spiritual things within a thousand miles of "Luofu Mountain".

   It's just that compared to other regions, the spirits around this mountain are mostly poisonous and are “poison-type” spirits.

   Therefore, it also attracted some monks to come here to seek life, search for poisonous spirits to sell to people in need in other regions, and earn spirit stones for cultivation.

   Over time, many large and small gathering places for immortal cultivators have formed around Luofu Mountain.

   However, due to resource constraints, these gathering places have never been able to develop.

  The largest one is only medium-sized, and it cannot even build a fairy city.

   Luofufang City, located between several resource points, is only more than 300 miles away from Luofu Mountain. It is one of the largest gathering places for immortal cultivators in this area.

   The meeting place agreed by Liu Yu and his party was this square market.

  The big sunset entered the West Mountain, and it has disappeared. The blood-colored glow left on the horizon seems to be its reluctance to look back.

In the second half of the   you hour, the sky was getting dark, and the night was about to cover the earth.

   In the distant sky, two rays of light, one blue and one yellow, appeared suddenly like stars.

   and approached Luofufang City at a high speed, the light became brighter and brighter, and finally landed outside Fang City, showing the figures of two monks.

   A burly man, dressed in a large black robe, with a hood covering most of his face, has a gloomy and mysterious temperament.

   The cultivator with discerning eyes can see that he is not a good person.

  A person is wearing a brown robe, his face is cut with a knife, and there is a striking black beard under his mouth.

   This person is a little behind half a step. From the details, it can be seen that his status and strength may not be as good as that of the mysterious monk in black robes.

   "Luofufang City"

After    landed, Liu Yu lifted his hood and glanced at the Fangshi plaque.

In   's pitch-black eyes, there was a flash of thought.

   "We arrived at Luofufang City on three days. There are still two days left before the agreed five-day deadline. The other Daoists should arrive soon."

   "Fellow Daoist from the ancient city, let's first enter Fangshi to find a place to stay, and then inquire about the news."

   "Make sure there is nothing abnormal, and then report the situation to the elders."

After    landed, Guo Poyun observed the surroundings for a while, and said through voice transmission.

   may be due to the fact that he has a lot of experience in the task. This person has a very clear thinking and a very mature idea.

   "According to Daoyou Guo's words, let's do it like this."

   Liu Yu nodded slightly, agreed with the other party's proposal, lifted his hood and slowly walked towards Fangshi.

   Guo Poyun looked around, obviously a little wary, and followed closely.

   "Tread"

  The two of them looked relaxed and walked slowly towards the entrance of Fangshi, ignoring the scrutiny of the surrounding monks.

  Because of resource constraints, the level of immortal cultivation in Luofufang City is obviously much lower than that in Xunyang City.

   As far as the eyes can see, there are only low-level monks who refine Qi and build foundations, and Jindan monks are rare.

   This kind of cultivation poses no threat to the two at all, and the pressure is naturally not large.

  The two Jindan seniors came together, causing a small sensation among the low-level monks.

   Fear and fear flashed in their eyes, and they all avoided far away, lest disaster would come from the sky.

   As the night grew darker, the two entered Fangshi and began to look for a place to stay, such as an inn.

   Strolling between the streets, Liu Yu looked around.

   As far as you can see, street buildings and other facilities, Luofufang City is obviously much simpler than Xiancheng.

   Perhaps due to the local characteristics, the architectural style is also quite different from the mainstream of the Central Region.

   But these, naturally, they could not scare the well-informed two people. Liu Yu glanced left and right, and his eyes were calm.

   This level of terror is just sparse and common to him, and the name "Old Demon Qingyang" is not for nothing.

As soon as the    Ten Thousand Soul Banners came out, most of the local monks would be trembling with fear!

   While walking, there was a sudden noise somewhere in Fangshi. Driven by curiosity, many monks rushed towards the source of the sound.

"what?"

  Liu Yu paused, also curious.

   Such a big movement in the public eye, will there be some connection with what they do next?

   The identity has not been revealed at the moment, and there is still plenty of time, so it's okay to go and see.

  Thinking like this, he said lightly:

   "Go and see."

   "Yes." Guo Poyun nodded, and felt that he should take a look, maybe he could gather useful information.

   So the two of them turned around, followed the flow of people, and walked towards the source of the sound.

   Soon, Liu Yu and the two came to a more spacious square.

  The square was already full of monks of all shapes and sizes, forming a human wall to block the line of sight, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

   However, in this case, it is natural that they cannot be beaten.

   You don't even need to make a sound, the low-level cultivator who senses the spiritual pressure of the Jindan level will automatically give up a path.

   "The two seniors please."

   That's it, I went to see the monks in the forefront.

  Liu Yu and the two stood on the edge of the square, finally seeing the situation in the square clearly and understanding what happened.

  In the center of the square, twenty-eight people were kneeling on the ground with their hands and feet in handcuffs.

   There are men and women, their hair is disheveled, their faces are bloodstained, and their clothes are ragged like a patchwork of cloth strips.

   The highest realm is only the pinnacle of foundation building.

The breath emanating from    is extremely weak, it has been sealed with mana, or the dantian has been broken.

   Their eyes were dull and there was no blood in their skin, and it was obvious that they had been severely tortured before.

   In the four corners of the square, there are also dozens of monks with sophisticated instruments, divided into small teams, with strict discipline and serious looks.

   Or maintain order at the scene, or watch with a tiger's eye, like twenty-eight people waiting to be slaughtered.

   Judging from the signs on the vestments, these people are all running dogs.

   In addition, there is also a "Golden Guardian" wearing golden spirit armor, and three officials of the Golden Core of the Gan Court, sitting at the table and presiding over the matter.

   Guillotine, rope, hanger

   glanced at a famous cultivator, and then looked at the equipment on the square, Liu Yu instantly knew what happened.

  No accident, this should be the scene where the "criminal" was executed by the dry court.

   Seeing that the time has come, most of the monks in Fangshi also came. Jin Wuwei unfolded a volume of documents, and began to speak in a majestic tone:

   "Purple scarf thieves, disrupting the order of the Central Territory, destroying the unity of the human race, and openly confronting the Celestial Soldiers."

   "His heart can be punished, his sins are extremely heinous, and his sins will not be atonement for ten thousand deaths!"

   "One, poisoning the living beings, wantonly killing innocent monks, and countless fellow comrades died as a result."

   "Second, **** resource spirits, destructively exploit resource points, make"

  Jin Wuwei's voice was indifferent and ruthless, carrying the supreme majesty of Daqian Xianting, but also with a hint of chilling, spreading to every corner of the square.

   Quickly pointed out the identity of the monk who was executed, and declared his crimes one by one.

   A single charge was enough to take the lives of these monks.

   Adding up the charges one by one, it is not an exaggeration, even if they are slashed by a thousand swords, and it is simply unforgivable!

   Of course, whether the charge is true or false, and whether it conforms to the facts, the interpretation power is entirely in the hands of the Gan court.

  When Jin Wuwei announced the crime of the Purple Turban cultivator, the square was silent and no one dared to speak, and the majesty of the court was evident.

After    ruled for 100,000 years, this majesty has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and very few monks dare to question it.

   Even if you have doubts, you don't dare to ask them out in person, for fear of bringing disaster.

   "Cultivator of the Purple Turban Army?"

   "According to Shimizu Shin-kun's news, wouldn't the execution begin a year later? There are still more than 20 days left."

   This doubt flashed through Liu Yu's heart.

   looked at Guo Poyun, who also shook his head slightly, indicating that he was also unclear.

  The two fell into silence, quietly watching the execution process proceed one by one.

"Yes."

   "What Shisui Zhenjun said, the tasks of the Commoner League refer to only those twenty-one golden pills."

   "As for these ordinary members of the Purple Turban Army"

  Thinking of this, Liu Yu's heart flashed a little bit of clarity.

The    Purple Turban Army naturally cannot have only high-level monks, the vast majority must be low-level monks who cultivate Qi and build foundations.

   is only in terms of value, the latter is far from being comparable to the former in the same amount.

   Perhaps in the eyes of the Commoners, and in the eyes of the top leaders of the Purple Turban Army, the latter were a group of "non-existent monks" from the moment they were captured.

   "Rescue these low-level monks may be in line with the ideas of the Commoner League and the Purple Turban Army."

   "But in the current situation, there is no benefit, and it may even make things worse."

   "Instead of saving it, it is more conducive to the development of the remaining forces in Huaizhou."

   From the point of view of interests, Liu Yu calmly analyzed the matter and directly saw the essence.

   Abandoning low-level monks and choosing to rescue high-level monks is not difficult to understand.

   Twenty-one Jindan cultivators are also the backbone of the middle-level army in the Purple Turban Army, and they are by no means a power that can be easily given up.

  The value of the former far exceeds the latter.

   These Jindan backbones were rescued, and soon more peripheral members could be developed to serve as the backbone against the Holy Land of Qianting.

  The realization of lofty ideals is in the distant future, and now everything is the result of weighing the pros and cons.

   All kinds of thoughts flashed, Liu Yu shook his head slightly.

  Jin Wuwei's voice still echoed in the square, Guo Poyun sighed softly beside him, opened his mouth and finally did not speak.

   You can't ruin the major affairs of the alliance just because of a momentary mood.

   "What is justice?"

   "Is it justice to draw a sword and help when the road sees injustice?"

   "Injustice in the world is justice to restore order?"

   "Is justice a process, or an end result?"

   "Which is more important?"

   Listening to Jin Wuwei, whose spirit armor was shining with golden light, scolded the purple scarf army one by one, thousands of thoughts flashed in Liu Yu's mind, seriously thinking about the issue of "justice".

   But in the end, he shook his head.

   In the world of immortal cultivation where the strong are respected, justice or not may not matter.

   The right to define "justice" is never in the hands of thousands of monks, but belongs to the powerful.

  Under absolute strength, the "justice" recognized by thousands of monks can also be easily distorted.

   "Justice does not necessarily lead to good results."

   "A violation of Gan Ting's "justice" is often irreversible."

   "On the contrary, it's easier to gain a righteous reputation and even be famous for a lifetime."

   Seeing the 28 members of the Purple Turban Army who were kneeling on the ground and looked miserable, Liu Yu secretly sighed.

   Although the fact is not beautiful, it is an objective law that exists in the world of immortality.

   is like killing people and stealing treasures. In the cognition of many monks, it is undoubtedly wrong and unjust.

   But the fact is that as long as you are strong enough and handle your tail well, you can often reap a lot of benefits.

   This kind of benefit far exceeds what you get from completing tasks step by step.

Beside   , Guo Poyun's breathing was a little disordered, and he obviously had the idea of ​​​​rescue.

   Just like that, it is bound to be a shock, which is not conducive to the next action.

   So in the end, he chose to remain silent and just stood quietly on the edge of the square to watch.

   In the blink of an eye, more than ten breaths passed, and the charges were announced one by one, and Jin Wuwei also completed the task of promoting the majesty of Xianting.

   "Do you know the crime?!"

   Finally, he gave a loud shout.

   With the supreme majesty of Dagan Xianting, he released the spiritual pressure of the later stage of Jindan, and pressed the twenty-eight people who had lost their resistance.

   "Boom"

   The invisible spiritual pressure was pressing on his body, and Twenty-Eight, who had lost his mana, was suddenly unsteady on his knees, and fell to the ground, staggering, looking like he was in a state of embarrassment.

   Seeing this scene, the onlookers had different expressions.

   Those who seek a living in Luofufang City are mostly helpless and scattered cultivators. They have more or less heard about the deeds of the Purple Turban Army, and they don't quite believe the crimes listed by Jin Wuwei.

   So in their hearts, there is more or less sympathy.

   Just because of the majesty of Gan Ting, he did not dare to show it in front of the cultivators of Gan Ting, for fear that he would be regarded as an accomplice.

   A few are sect monks who happened to travel to the local area.

   or a family monk. The family has an estate in Luofufang City and happens to guard the shop here.

   These two types of monks are born to enjoy the benefits brought by the Zongmen family. Naturally, it is difficult to have a good impression of an organization like the Purple Turban Army that damages the interests of the Zongmen family.

   Therefore, most of their faces are happy, hostile, and indifferent.

  But on the square, the members of the Purple Turban Army who were crushed to the ground by Jindanling, who looked miserable, did not give in.

  Despite the burning pain coming from the flesh, even though the body is heavy, and even though the mana cannot be used in the slightest.

   But in their dimly lit eyes, they were all unwilling and mocking, but they did not submit and fear!

   For the ideal and justice in my heart, I put it into action and pick up the magic weapon to fight against the Holy Land of Qianting. Does the result really matter?

   "If you want to add a crime, why bother?!"

   "There is no way in the court, what am I waiting for?!"

   A blood-stained face, whose cultivation base was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, seemed to be an elite Purple Turban Army member who raised his head and let out a deafening roar.

   Although there are no gorgeous rhetoric, but these ordinary words seem to contain some kind of inexplicable and unclear power.

   Makes many loose cultivators feel as if something has been touched.

   Loud!

   With a roar, as if he had exhausted all his strength, the member of the Purple Turban Army smiled silently, with no regrets and mockery in his eyes.

   A betrayer who abandoned his faith will not stand here.

   Can be escorted to the square for execution. To a certain extent, they are all members of the Purple Turban Army with the most conviction.

The    square was still silent, but Jin Wuwei, who presided over the matter, seemed to be offended and a little annoyed in his heart.

   A mere low-level monk, how dare he collide with a high-level monk? !

   is just arguing with the low-level cultivator, no matter who wins or loses, it's a shame to pass it on to the ears of colleagues.

   took a deep look at the roaring member of the Purple Turban Army. In the end, Jin Wuwei chose not to care about the dead, but said coldly:

   "The hour has come, execution!"

   The indifferent and chilling voice clearly spread throughout the square, making all the monks refreshed.

   "Yes, my lord!"

   The Gan court execution cultivator, who was on call at any time, immediately took the order when he heard the words.

   As soon as two people came out, he mentioned two members of the Purple Turban Army, and walked quickly towards the guillotine.

   "Tread"

The sound of    heavy footsteps rang in the ears of some loose cultivators, like the sound of death hitting the soul.

  In this extremely stressful environment, even if they have a certain idea in their hearts, this moment can only be buried in the bottom of their hearts, and gradually disappear over time.

  Without others, a single scattered cultivator is too small to face the Holy Land of Qian Court and a whole vested interest group.

  Even if he resists, his strength is insignificant, but it is just a cockroach shaking a tree.

"be honest!"

   The sky was dark, and the two execution cultivators forcibly pressed the two members of the Purple Turban Army under the guillotine, and they started with a low shout.

   But at this moment, a fire suddenly appeared in the distance!

  With the bursts of heat waves, the temperature of the space rose rapidly, and more than a dozen large red fireballs shot from a distance and shot directly at dozens of Gan Ting.

  The attack from the Jindan cultivator, even if it was an ordinary fireball technique, contained terrifying power, which made the low-level cultivator feel chills.

   But he was on guard early, and monk Gan Ting responded quickly, and Jin Wuwei and other four Jin Dan immediately shot.

   "Bang Bang Bang"

   In the next instant, several magic weapon-level powers emerged one after another, and each magic weapon shot out like lightning, and a dense roar sounded.

   In the dim sky, the red flames continued to flicker, and bursts of sparks burst forth.

The sudden attack of    was easily blocked by the four golden elixir of Gan Ting headed by Jin Wuwei.

   At this moment, bursts of golden elixir appeared one after another, and five rays of light quickly approached the square.

The leader,   , was dressed in a gray suit, his skin was wheat-like yellow, and his eyebrows were bright red like a flame.

   However, most monks did not pay attention to the appearance of the person who came, and focused on the purple armband on their left arm.

   The five people wore purple armbands on their left arms.

The    armband is embroidered with a golden sword and a book logo on the lavender background.

   Purple Turban Army!

   Seeing the logo on the purple armband, the word popped into the minds of the onlookers.

   Then seemed to realize something, and scrambled to disperse away from the square.

   The five Jindan real people from the Purple Turban Army came here, and the purpose is self-evident. They don't want to be affected by the fighting method later.

"Humph!"

   "Last time you were lucky enough to escape, how dare you come to die?"

   "Heaven has a way, you don't go, **** has no door to break in."

   "This time, you are not so lucky."

   "Red eyebrows, die!"

   This Jin Wuwei seems to be an old acquaintance of the red-browed cultivator.

   sent a message, he led the three without a word of nonsense, and immediately greeted the five people of the Purple Turban Army who were approaching.

   In the next moment, the double convenience is the fight.

   "Boom boom boom!!"

  Under the dark sky, the roaring sounds were incessant and did not stop for a moment.

   "Bang Bang"

   "Crash"

   The aftermath was scattered everywhere, and the surrounding square was devastated in the blink of an eye, and the buildings that were originally neat and tidy collapsed in pieces.

   Under the fighting skills of the nine golden cores, there is a tendency to turn into ruins.

   Feeling the terrifying power of fighting in the air, the low-level monks were frightened, for fear of being affected by themselves.

   A fighting technique of this level, even if it is only affected by the aftermath, may seriously injure a low-level cultivator.

   Once seriously injured, the consequences of being in chaos are unimaginable!

   Not long after, the originally crowded square became empty.

   Liu Yu and Guo Poyun also left in the crowd of scattered people, and stopped under an inconspicuous roof to watch the fight in the square.

   "Aren't you afraid of making such a big noise for these low-level members?"

   Looking at the top of the square, Liu Yu frowned.

   "Perhaps, this is just the spontaneous action of a few members."

   "The Huaizhou Movement failed, the top officials of the Purple Turban Army in this continent have been evacuated, and the original contact information is invalid."

   "After the war, the members of the Purple Turban Army who did not withdraw from Huaizhou in time may have lost contact with the top management."

   "In this way, this somewhat contradictory behavior can be explained."

   stared at the battlefield, noticed that there were only five golden cores coming, thinking about the information that Shimizu said, he thought silently.

  Although the number of golden pills is dominant, this place is not far from the Black Mountain Immortal Prison, only about 300 miles away, and reinforcements from Qianting will arrive soon.

   There are also dozens of low-level monks forming a battle, which can also contain some of the energy of the five people.

   In addition, the cultivators of Gan Ting have excellent magic weapons, and their combat power is generally higher than that of ordinary cultivators. Five vs. four may not necessarily prevail.

   In addition, the power of the court is large, and several Jindan cultivators in Fang City may not be able to intervene in this battle.

   Liu Yu is not optimistic about the actions of the five, and has no idea of ​​helping.

   He will not harm his own interests for the sake of the ethereal ideal and the so-called "justice", and just wants to pass this mission well.

  The glow of the distant horizon disappeared, and night officially descended on the sky and the earth.

   "Boom!!"

   In the sky, the roar of the two sides fighting against each other continued.

   As expected by Liu Yu, the Purple Scarf Army's hardware pills headed by the red-browed cultivator could only be tied in the face of the Qianting Four Golden Pills headed by Jin Wuwei.

   As time went on, the situation became more and more unfavorable.

   In every corner of the square, several golden elixir auras fluctuated, as if they meant to intervene in the battle.

   If it wasn't for the fear of the Purple Turban Army's subsequent revenge, I would have been unable to hold back at this time.

   But if you don't do it, the court will hold you accountable afterwards, and it's hard to say how long they will hesitate.

   "Friend Gucheng, can I wait for the current situation?"

   The current situation is not good for the Purple Turban Army, Guo Poyun rarely showed a trace of anxiety on his face, he hesitated to speak.

   After all, to a certain extent, these are all like-minded "same people".

   He really didn't want to see it, so many comrades lost their lives here, and the sacrifice became meaningless.

   "At this time, it is not advisable to have branches, so as not to ruin the major affairs of the alliance."

   "Everything is about the big picture."

   Without even thinking about it, Liu Yu, on the grounds that "the overall situation is the most important", extinguished the idea of ​​​​this person's shot, and continued to wait and see.

   "These five people's robbery, from another point of view, may not be a good thing."

   "Perhaps this operation was canceled at the last minute because of the scare?"

   Watching the battle with his hands behind him, this thought flashed to him.

   rushed to the Dharma Field to rescue fellow Daoists, only more than 300 miles away from the Immortal Prison in Montenegro. Qianting reinforcements could arrive at any time, which can be said to be risking their lives.

   This kind of behavior, Liu Yu indeed admired, but did not agree with it.

   "Belief is really scary if it can't be stopped in time."

   "It changes people's behavior, does all kinds of things against common sense, and sacrifices their own interests and even their lives."

   Looking at the purple scarf army cultivator who was in danger but still had no idea of ​​retreating, his expression was extremely solemn.

  The survival of the fittest has been reproduced until now, and the selfish instinct is inscribed in the blood of all people.

   On the other hand, faith suppresses instinct and makes people lose their lives.

   Recognizing the influence of "belief" on individuals, Liu Yu was a little wary and reminded herself to pay attention to this influence.

   As time went by, the five members of the Purple Turban Army, including the red-browed cultivator, not only could not defeat the five Jinwuwei, but gradually fell into the disadvantage under their sharp magic weapons.

   In the blink of an eye, another ten or so breaths passed, and the Jindan cultivator in Luofufang City finally couldn't sit still and completely fell to the side of Ganting.

   "The thief shall die!"

   Accompanied by bursts of golden pills and spiritual pressure, as if agreed, several voices sounded all over the city at the same time.

   Immediately, magic weapons and spells rose up and attacked the monks of the purple scarf army in the fighting method, and colorful auras shone in the sky.

   For the cultivators of the Purple Turban Army, the situation is extremely critical, and the annihilation of the entire army seems to be imminent!

   But at this critical moment, a new accident appeared!

   A piece of darkness that was indistinguishable to the naked eye suddenly appeared in the south of Fangshi, and under the cover of the dark night, it spread silently towards the four Gan Court cultivators.

   PS: Make up for the 2,000 words missing on October 14th, and make up for it from the front, otherwise it will be difficult to calculate.

   (end of this chapter)

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