Seeing that An Chen and others had reached the bridge, some monks could no longer hold back.
"Sir, what should we do now?"
"Sir, we don't have the holy water of Huangquan, so we can't cross the Naihe Bridge at all!"
"Sir, it's us who have caused you trouble, I'm so ashamed!"
"Sir, from now on, I, Zhang Yunzheng, will be your loyal servant. Please take me under your wing."
"Sir, I, Li Hongdu, am also willing to follow you."
…
At this moment, after An Chen and others left, these family masters no longer had any scruples, and one by one they continued to express their loyalty to Zhuo Yifan.
Zhuo Yifan said in a deep voice: "If everyone trusts me, then obey my orders. We must unite together to exert our greatest capabilities and save our lives."
Zhuo Yifan once again used "Revival of All Things". This time, the power of the soul spread out and enveloped all the monks. Zhuo Yifan immediately felt that the number of his followers was soaring, reaching eight thousand at once.
It seems that the series of actions of An Chen and others just now have made these monks completely give up.
In order to survive, Zhuo Yifan is undoubtedly their best choice.
Facts have proved that those who chose Zhuo Yifan are still alive, and those who did not believe in him either died at the hands of An Chen or died elsewhere.
Some impatient people got up and wanted to chase An Chen and others, but Zhuo Yifan suddenly ordered: "Everyone, please follow me and retreat as far away as possible!"
Everyone was stunned.
Everyone thought Zhuo Yifan was going to lead everyone in pursuit, but unexpectedly he ordered a retreat.
However, the role of 8,000 staunch believers among the 20,000 people came into play. One-third of the monks immediately responded and quickly retreated, leading others to take action together.
Everyone retreated quickly. Although they didn't know what would happen, no one questioned it.
boom!'
boom!
boom!
Suddenly, as soon as Anchen and others stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, a series of shocking explosions erupted, and the whole world seemed to be shaking.
An Chen and others were shocked. They never thought that drinking the holy water of Huangquan would trigger an attack.
The mist was like a giant hand of a monster, winding up into the sky and suddenly closing, wrapping up a team of nearly a thousand Mahayana monks.
The monks in the distance were stunned.
The combined strength of these eight hundred masters of the multiplication period is so terrifying that even a few real demons will die.
But at this moment, they were swallowed directly by the fog.
ah!
ah!
ah!
Suddenly, bursts of screams came from the fog, and it was obvious that someone had suffered a fatal attack.
"Sir, our six senses are blocked and we cannot see. What should we do?"
"A monster is attacking me, ah...I was hit."
"Kill, kill out."
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Suddenly, the sound of weapons clashing continued, and the entire Naihe Bridge was in chaos.
At this moment, even if Zhuo Yifan was deep inside, his eyes were open as if he were blind and he could not see anything.
But there was a constant smell of terror all around, as if monsters were attacking crazily.
In this situation, no matter how calm a person is, it will be difficult for him to remain calm.
An Chen shouted: "Everyone, don't mess around. Back to back, don't make any moves without permission, be careful of accidental injuries."
Unfortunately, no one listened to him at this moment. In the dark environment, any abnormal movement could lead to an instinctive attack.
Ouyang Qingzhi said in a low voice: "Yifan, what a great trick! You killed 800 Mahayana masters without any use. If word of this spreads, you will not be able to become the number one person in the demon world!"
"This is not my arrangement!"
Zhuo Yifan opened his eyes wide and said in shock.
"What? This is not your arrangement? Then what is going on?"
Ouyang Qingzhi felt chilled all over when he heard this, and even his voice trembled.
"I mean, this secret killer was not arranged by me." Zhuo Yifan said in surprise: "I just arranged a few Yuan clan formations, but the person who secretly killed them was not arranged by me.
This person is really terrifying, a master from the Mahayana stage can stab him one by one... No, let's retreat quickly!"
When Zhuo Yifan said this, an idea flashed in his mind, and cold sweat suddenly penetrated his back, and he even forgot to disguise his voice.
"It's...Dongfang Liang!!!"
Ouyang Qingzhi said in shock.
Zhuo Yifan sent a message from his mind: "Everyone, please quickly follow me and retreat fifty miles!"
If we retreat another fifty miles, we will reach the boundary of the water column.
In the fog, a black light flashed from time to time. This black light was so terrifying that it was beyond imagination. Even the fog was split open, revealing clear marks.
brush!
With a flash of sword light, the heads of a row of Mahayana masters were cut off silently, and blood rose into the sky.
The physical bodies of Mahayana monks are so strong that even if they are bombarded with cannons, they will not be injured. However, in front of this black sickle, it is like tofu. With a light stroke, it will break neatly.
A ghost moved in the mist. Wherever it went, magical weapons broke off and limbs flew around.
There is no existence that can stop the sickle for even a hundredth of a second. Wherever the blade goes, the space is cut into gaps.
This knife can be called the best weapon in the world!
An Chen was shocked, feeling the fear in his heart welling up like a tide, and shouted in a hissing voice: "Everyone, walk in a straight line and rush forward. Anyone who blocks the road will be killed."
The masters around him are all core disciples of the family. They have undergone rigorous training and have to protect him as their first priority.
These people don't care about their own lives at all. They were born to exist for their masters.
At this moment, these people are completely crazy.
They formed a large formation, with their blades facing outward, protecting An Chen, like a strangling sword formation, strangling him directly forward.
Anything blocking the road will be turned into ashes in front of the sword array.
No one knows how many of our own people died at their hands.
If you give in a little slower, you will be shattered to pieces.
This bloody torrent was like a dance of death, crushing over the corpses of its own people and rushing forward.
For a moment, the scene was extremely bloody.
These super masters who usually call the shots in the demon world are now similar to ordinary people, attacking randomly in order to survive. They are just as scared and weak.
In the distance, everyone did not look back and flew by desperately, just wanting to get as far away from here as possible.
Finally, An Chen and Yin Dang rushed out under the desperate attack of the guards.
My eyes lit up, and I finally broke out of the foggy area, and my vision recovered.
Looking at the scene behind them, Anchen and Yindang were both unsteady on their feet and staggered back several steps. They couldn't believe their eyes.
There, there was a huge gap, as if the sky and the earth were split in half.
Countless mist shrouded the gap, forming a huge "cocoon" that enveloped that area.
There was no small bridge anywhere, everyone just walked into the fog.
And a large number of masters died above this gap.
But at this moment, not even their corpses were visible, as if they were all swallowed up by the gaps.
There are more than 800 super masters, but less than half are left at this moment.
Chapter completed!