More than a dozen Mahayana cultivators stepped back slightly and then began to join forces to attack the large formation of Qingling Mountain.

Although the monks in the formation also fought back one after another, only the seven Mahayana cultivators could offset the magic attacks of several people, and most of the attacks fell on the light curtain of the formation.

As time goes by, the formation of Qingling Mountain becomes weaker and weaker, and the monks responsible for maintaining the formation begin to vomit blood and fall to the ground one by one.

Seeing that the formation was about to break, Fu Heng's expression also looked a little older.

"The disciples of Qingling Mountain obeyed the orders. After breaking the formation, they escorted the talented disciples to retreat. These people were resisted by us old guys. Qingling Mountain could not cut off its inheritance!"

"Yes, ancestor!"

Thousands of monks in the Tribulation Period nodded one after another, and everyone showed sadness and indignation, and hated the fake Fu Zhen to the extreme!

"Zhener, you go too!" Seeing that Fu Zhen had no intention of leaving at all, Fu Heng immediately asked the two disciples to pull Fu Zhen away.

"No, let go of me, grandpa, anyone can leave, but I can't leave, everything will arise because of me. If I leave, how can I be worthy of my fellow disciples who sacrificed, and what kind of face will I have to meet the ancestors of all generations!"[

Fu Heng shouted angrily as soon as he heard this: "Why are you so confused? These people are just making excuses. You are the most qualified disciples of my Qingling Mountain. If you die, who will avenge us old guys? You die like this. If my Fu family has broken blood, how can you be worthy of your ancestors! Pull him away!"

Fu Hengyi shouted loudly, and two late-stage cultivators immediately stepped forward to pull Fu Zhen away!

"No, grandpa, I can't leave!"

Fu Zhen had just entered the late stage of the tribulation, and the two around him were not weaker than him, so he could only shout unwillingly if he could break free.

But Fu Heng had completely looked at his voice. At this time, a crack had appeared on the formation and was about to break. The more than a thousand monks who had left behind looked very old. Although they knew that there was no chance of survival after the formation was broken, they had no intention of retreating. These people had lived in Qingling Mountain for hundreds of thousands of years. For them, this was home. In order to let their descendants leave safely, they could one day rebuild their homes, these monks who depended on the bloodline of Qingling Mountain were ready to sacrifice!

"Peng!"

The light curtain of the formation burst, and thousands of disciples of the Tribulation Period broke through from all directions, while more than a dozen Mahayana monks took action without mercy. Before these people flew out of their attack range, hundreds of people were killed. The Mahayana monks and the remaining Tribulation Periods rushed forward one by one, one by one to stop these people from chasing the young disciples.

"Junior Brother Liao, Huai Qing, go and keep Fu Zhen, this person must die!" Zeppelyu's face changed. No matter whether they were serious, Fu Zhen had to kill him!

"yes!"

Liao Fan and Chu Huaiqing immediately turned around and chased the two disciples of the Tribulation Period who had left by La Fu Zhen.

"Don't think about leaving!"

Seeing this, Fu Heng hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but was blocked by Zeppelgium: "Your opponent is me!"

"Wuan, go and save Zhen'er!"

Seeing that he couldn't get out of the way, Fu Heng hurriedly looked at Wu'an.

The big man chased after him without any hesitation.[

"Hehe, why are you running away in such a hurry? I haven't started the killing yet!" A cultivator with blood-covered eyes held a bloody scimitar in front of Wu An!

"Get out!"

Wu An was furious and tried his best to attack him to get rid of this man.

But this person is not weak, and Wu'an can't get away for a while.

Although he was anxious, Wu An could do anything.

Seeing that Liao Fan was about to catch up with Fu Zhen, Wu An's expression changed and he approached Fu Heng.

At this time, hundreds of monks from Qingling Mountain surrounded a Mahayana monk. Although there would be no serious trouble for a while, they could only delay for a while. This kind of thing was obviously filling the life, not someone died.

Fu Wuan approached Fu Heng and shouted loudly: "Dad, go and save Zhen'er!"

Fu Wuan said as he was bulging his true energy, obviously preparing to self-destruct the true energy to seriously injure Zeppelyu and the scimitar monk.

"Wu'an!" Fu Heng shouted when he saw this, and then made up his mind to fly towards Fu Zhen.

Neither Zeppelyu nor the scimitar cultivator expected that Fu Wuan would be so decisive and would explode as soon as he started fighting, so he hurriedly dodged. They didn't want to bury Fu Wuan with him!

Fu Heng was bleeding in his heart. In order to save his grandson, he let his son explode himself, and no one could accept it. However, for the blood of the Fu family and the inheritance of the sect, he could only endure the grief and save Fu Zhen.

"Why, why do you frame us Qingling Mountain? What kind of grudges do my Fu family have with you? What kind of grudges do I have with you? Who are you!"

Fu Heng roared and flew towards Fu Zhen!

Fu Heng's strength is much higher than Liao Fan, so his speed is three points faster than him. He caught up with Liao Fan in just a few breaths, successfully dragging him down, and letting the two disciples of the Tribulation Period take Fu Zhen away!

"Let me go, let me go, dad, don't, don't!"

When Fu Zhen saw Fu Wuan about to explode, his eyes screamed red!

At this time, the aura on Fu Wuan's body was extremely violent, but when he saw Fu Heng successfully catching up with Liao Fan, he smiled with relief. His son was finally saved!

Fu Wuan could no longer control his spiritual power. Although Zeppelyu and the scimitar monk had escaped, he probably could not hurt both of them by his own self-explosion, as long as his son was saved, he would not die in vain!

"boom!"

What's wrong with the sound? Why is it so small that self-destruction is earth-shaking? Is it because I am so weak that even the self-destruction sound is pitiful?

"Uncle, wake up, it's not the time to sleep!"

Although Fu Wuan felt that the sound of self-destruction was a little weaker and he died a little too silently, why are he still caring about these things after he died? I guess this consciousness is about to dissipate!

But the sound in his ear woke him up again, and he couldn't help but turn around and look at the place where the sound came out.

"Zhener, why aren't you? You are not Zhener, who are you!"

Fu Wuan instantly understood that this was not his son, but there was no difference between this person and Fu Zhen. Who is this person? Is this person pretending to be Fu Zhen?

"Haha, uncle, you'd better calm down your breath first, otherwise I won't blame me if I self-destruct later!" The fake Fu Zhen in front of me smiled and then let go of Fu Wu'an.

"stop!"

At this moment, Fu Heng, who discovered the situation here, immediately shouted at the audience.

Originally, Fu Wuan's self-destruction attracted everyone's attention, but was comforted by the sudden sound of a monk. The roar was just because Yi Cheng shattered his inner armor while controlling Fu Wuan's violent spiritual power.

"Fu Zhen!"

Everyone screamed.

This incident happened so suddenly that no one expected that Fu Zhen would appear again at this time.

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Chapter completed!