As the huge mountain unfolded, even the golden dragon flying closer and closer to the opposite side showed a surprised expression.

The monsters around him automatically moved away, as if welcoming the king. The golden dragon gradually flew to Linhai City. He looked at the huge mountain in front of him with confusion. The sound of doubt spread throughout the battlefield, and the rumbling sound asked like thunder.

"Is this a fairy weapon?"

In the tallest attic, a long smile appeared, as if with great confidence, and also faintly comforted everyone's hearts being hit one after another.

I saw a black figure rushing out of the attic and landing onto a huge mountain peak. It looked like the ancestor of the Le family.

He laughed and said, "This immortal weapon is called Wan Chongfeng. It weighs 13,500 kilograms. If you really want to go down this peak, your subordinates will all become powdered by then. I think it is difficult for you to practice one by one. If you know the appearance, you should retreat early."

The golden dragon has its own pride as the East China Sea royal family. Its face darkened and said domineeringly, "So what if it is an immortal weapon? Just a dead object, how dare I ask this king to retreat?"

After saying that, with a loud roar, the golden dragon scales made a "swish" sound like waves. Its five golden claws opened and rushed towards Wanzhong Peak with a huge momentum.

The ancestor of the Le family felt that he could not retreat from the other party, and he also complained secretly in his heart. But if he didn't hold on now, he might be afraid that even if he blocked it, his aura would collapse below.

Therefore, he had to shout "Good it!" But he still did not dare to leave the support of the earth veins too much, but instead set up defenses against the city-defying formation, directing the Wanzhong Peak to crash into the huge dragon claws flying towards the golden dragon.

For a moment, the sky was filled with colorful colors, and we were coming and going, making the battle flowing brightly.

Although the five-clawed golden dragon has a strong body and a sharp claw wind, the Wanzhong Peak is not easy to deal with. It has its own charm, and the peaks are heavy, making it hard for the golden dragon to get out of its mouth like a huge turtle shell.

What's more, it is huge in nature and is not afraid of colliding with the golden dragon head-on. The ancestor of the Le family was also sitting at the top of the peak, muttering something in his mouth, directing the collision between the golden dragon and the golden dragon. A pair of magic weapons around him also cooperated with the peak of Wan Chongfeng staring at the weak point of the golden dragon and constantly attacking.

The second young master looked at it for a while and felt a little relieved. It seemed that the Ten Thousand Peaks had been nourishing the earth's veins for a long time and could not reveal the decline in a short period of time.

He was tilting his head and staring at the battle situation closely, when Amber rushed in with a dusty monk.

An Bo, who came in, was not in a hurry to report, but instead glanced at the surroundings and showed his intentions to the second young master. The second young master frowned and sent everyone out.

"What's going on?" Seeing that everyone had left, the second young master shook his hand and set up another layer of sound insulation cover and asked.

"Sir, it's not good! Jixia City is destroyed, everything is destroyed!"

The dusty monk saw the second young master and knelt down with a "thump" crying, crying while saying.

"What did you say?" The second young master shook his body almost. An Bo had already stood aside and paid attention to his condition and hurriedly supported him.

In a trance, the second young master thought he had heard it wrong and asked again.

The monk cried and said, "According to Old An's instructions, as soon as I left the city, I drove the fastest Qingpeng in our city to ask for help without stopping."

"I flew non-stop for a day and a night before I arrived at Jixia, but when I flew closer, I realized that there had become a ghost realm there." The monk said and recalled.

"I saw such a big change in the city, so I didn't dare to get too close, but looked at it from afar." He said, with deep fear in his eyes, obviously the situation he saw was extremely bloody.

"I saw the situation in Jixia City from afar, and it was like a Shura field."

"Countless huge demon insects appeared inside, and the screams were endless, and the city-defying formation also changed from normal blue to blood red." The monk said the voice trembled more, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying disaster scene.

"I have been observing for a long time. During this period, there was not even a living person inside!" Speaking of this, the monk even took a few breaths before he could barely stabilize. He could imagine how much stimulation he was.

"I have no choice, so I quickly fly back with Qingpeng. Sir, I'm ruined. We should make plans in Linhai!" said the monk crying.

"You mean Jixia City was destroyed in the hands of the demon disaster?" The second young master asked again without giving up.

"It's true!" said the dusty monk.

The second young master's eyes were dark. He had now calmed down from the shock he had just now. At this moment, he was both shocked and grateful, both sad and happy.

What’s sad is that without Jixiacheng, the most likely and fastest strong support, it will be even slower for other cities to come to provide assistance.

Now there are five-clawed golden dragons outside the city. I don’t know when Linhai City can hold it. Moreover, the water of his Yin River must have been lost in Jixia City. It has become a luxury to retreat independently by relying solely on Linhai City.

Fortunately, Jingci and Mu Xueqing from the Eshan Sect took Yinhe River to Jixia City, otherwise Linhai would have suffered.

However, this complex emotion was only a moment before he threw it behind his head. He turned his head and asked Anber a question he was most concerned about.

"Is there any news from the Eshan Sect?"

In Jixia City, there were countless hours of time in the secret room. During these dark days, every second seemed to be a torture. If it weren't for the reminder of an hourglass, they wouldn't even tell how many days had passed.

Qian Yunsheng sighed slightly, and the array plate in his hand was waving light at a speed visible to the naked eye, which indicated that the formation outside was in danger.

"It's been three days!" Qian Yunsheng stared at the hourglass.

In the past three days, everyone has gradually become numb from the beginning, and has begun to feel a little desperate.

Qian Yunsheng understood what they were desperate. If the Eshan Sect really came to support it, it would be impossible that there would be no news for three days.

"It seems that Mr. Bao is right." Qian Yunsheng sighed inwardly.

Although he accepted Mr. Bao's news early, Qian Yunsheng was still a little sad for these people. After all, after such a long period of anticipation, what he finally came was still despair. I am afraid no one can really not feel any resentment.

Qian Yunsheng also understood that the atmosphere in the secret room had been suppressed to the extreme, and huge questions were circulating in everyone's heart. Everyone wanted to ask that sentence, but they were afraid that the cruel fact would shatter the last illusion in their hearts.

"Do we have reinforcements?"

Qian Yunsheng also wanted to ask this question, but soon he shook his head. Since he had already known the answer, why bother me?

He stood up and handed the array plate to the monk next to take over. During these three days, it was through the continuous relay of the crowd that he created a miracle that had been persisting for so long.

Even Qian Yunsheng was a little surprised. The witch outside could attack for three days without stopping for a continuous attack like a storm. This was like an untiring machine. If it weren't for this, I'm afraid the formation would have been able to be pushed for a longer time.

Now, it should be the last moment. And he is going to do the most important thing.

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