Fu Yang, Fu Shan and the other family heads had different expressions on their faces when they saw this, and everyone was surprised when they saw the intention of the cloud.

Xiao Yun, a white-faced scholar not far away, jumped up to several corpses and watched helplessly as the master of the Yin Yang Sect shuttled back and forth among the snow dragon riders. As if he was in a deserted land, the palms under his sleeves were tightly clenched into fists.

It makes a "creeping" sound from the bones.

"Master of the Yin Yang Sect!"

Xiao Yun roared angrily and waved his hand to give orders.

Behind him, there were hundreds of snow dragons on horseback galloping towards the clouds.

The first batch of Snow Dragon Riders who rushed forward were all monks privately trained by the Nan'an Prince's Palace. They were all powerful and had amazing arm strength. They wielded their thick long spears and kept slashing.

The clouds and mist in front of them turned into thousands of clouds and mist, getting thinner and thinner after being chopped down by hundreds of people.

On the other side, numerous silver-patterned fish bags from the Diaoyutai also rushed over.

On normal days, they might just wait and see what happens, but now they are facing the master of the Yin Yang Evil Sect. If the silver-patterned fish bags on the Diaoyutai were watching from the other side, they would definitely be reported to the court afterwards.

Everyone also did not want to be scolded by His Majesty the Emperor because of this incident and become the laughing stock of all the princes in the court again.

The silver-patterned fish bags in Diaoyutai are not ordinary monks. After they joined, they only focused on the clouds and mists that tended to converge, making it impossible for the Yin-Yang Sect Master to form a complete cloud.

While the parties were fighting, two figures sneaked in from the edge of the ruins at extremely fast speeds.

In an instant, two figures came to the ancient well of fantasy silently.

"Grandpa, do you think there is really a big secret here? Is it the same as that in Yun Kingdom?" The little girl stopped and frowned, feeling a little flustered.

The energy fluctuations in the illusory ancient well were extremely strong, something she had only seen in her life. If she were not careful, she might end up dying in a foreign land.

Seemingly not noticing the trace of nervousness on the little girl's face, the old fisherman grabbed the little girl's arm, jumped up, and a stream of energy enveloped the two of them, and together they rushed into the crack in the illusory ancient well.

"Someone!"

Just as the old fisherman and the little girl jumped into the illusory ancient well, a member of the aristocratic family who was resisting the aftermath of the Yin-Yang Sect master's strong wind exclaimed loudly.

As one of the first descendants of the aristocratic family to come to the ruins of the Xu family's ancestral temple, and also a direct descendant of the Fu family, Fu Zhenyang knew some secrets about the ancient well.

When I saw Fu Sixuan entering the Ancient Well of Illusion, I felt unwilling to do so. Later, he was arranged by the elders of the clan to inspect the Ancient Well of Illusion, and I had nowhere to vent my frustration.

How can you remain indifferent as you watch opportunities pass by?

His loud shouting did not attract the attention of others.

The disciples of the aristocratic families who were resisting the cloud of fragments all around were struggling to resist the pressure.

While no one was paying attention, he suddenly jumped into the illusory ancient well.

His jump caused quite a stir.

The disciples of the aristocratic families and the Snow Dragon Riders who were resisting the Yin-Yang Sect Master's fragmented cloud were all very close.

They all moved closer to the Ancient Well of Illusion, leaving a large open space between the Diaoyutai and the disciples of the Aristocratic Family and the Snow Dragon Riders.

It didn't take long for the debris cloud to begin to coalesce and form a large cloud.

This made it very difficult for the many silver-patterned fish bags in Diaoyutai to deal with. In addition, Fu Shan, Fu Yang and the heads of several major families were standing by. After several battles, many silver-patterned fish bags were decorated with colors.

"you!"

Deng Wenzhuo glanced at the few people watching on the wall with a faint look. The strong wind in the robes blew out again. He resisted and retreated, trying to bring the flames of war to the several family heads.

Unexpectedly, several family heads avoided them at a distance.

The silver-patterned fish bag diverted Yunwu towards the camp of the five great families, and several family heads decisively ordered their children to go to the Ancient Well of Illusion.

This made Nan'an Prince's Mansion and Jiangnan Governor's Mansion very embarrassed, and they had to continue sending people into the illusory ancient well.

In this way, it finally evolved into a group of silver-patterned fish bags in Diaoyutai and the Yin-Yang Sect master.

If the Grand Governor Mu Yunliang were here, Mu Xingchen and others might dare to give it a try.

But at present, the governor is nowhere to be found, and the master of the Yin and Yang Sect is attacking the illusory ancient well like crazy, clearly intending to bury everyone in the ancient well.

If Diaoyutai loses its chief governor, the consequences can be imagined. Therefore, everyone has to work hard to stop it.

As one figure after another jumped into the illusory ancient well, the hearts of all the silver-patterned fish bags were bleeding. This was all their chance.

They were the first ones to come and have been hiding in the dark, but their opportunity was taken away by others.

"Master of the Yin-Yang Sect, although our Diaoyutai is in the same position as your Yin-Yang Sect, can we put the matter aside for today?"

Seeing dozens of figures jumping into the illusory ancient well, Mu Xingchen couldn't bear it anymore, and he said hatefully towards the clouds.

"What do you want?" A voice came out from the mist.

During the fight, the master of the Yin Yang Sect had long discovered that these silver-patterned fish bags were not here, otherwise he would not have been beaten to the point of being unable to fight back. And if he wanted to get close to the Illusive Ancient Well, he had to pass through these silver-patterned fish bags.

Fish bag.

Mu Xingchen waved his hand, and the other silver-patterned fish bags also put away their Qi machines, and the strength of their attacks was instantly reduced by half.

It was just a show, but now the Qi machine attacking the clouds and mist is even weaker.

"We also want the opportunity below the ancient well. Tell us your conditions."

"Conditions?" A wild laugh came from the clouds, "When will your Diaoyutai start negotiating terms with our Yin Yang Sect?"

"Don't forget, our Grand Governor has cooperated with you before. Are you really not afraid that our Grand Governor will come to settle the score with you after he comes out?"

Deng Wenzhuo put away the energy hidden in his sleeves and robes, stood with his hands behind his hands, glanced at the clouds and mist around him, and said coldly.

"Am I afraid of your Commander-in-Chief? Even if I am afraid of him, he must survive." Speaking of the Commander-in-Chief of Diaoyutai, the voice in the mist laughed even more brazenly.

"What do you mean?"

The faces of the few silver-patterned fish bags closest to Yunwu suddenly changed dramatically. Something happened to the Grand Governor? How is this possible! Their Grand Governor is a great monk. How could an ordinary person hurt him?

"You are talking nonsense! How can something happen to our Governor! How dare you curse the Governor, I will kill you!"

A silver-patterned fish bag suddenly photographed the cloud and mist in front of him. He exerted all his Qi in his palm, and the cloud and mist was instantly scattered in all directions.

"This is impossible! I want to go there myself! I don't believe it..."

When Mu Xingchen heard this, a strange look flashed in the corner of his eyes, whether it was excitement or sadness, he didn't care and ran towards the ancient well of fantasy.

The figure jumped a few times and soon disappeared into the illusory ancient well.

"Stars!" Deng Wenzhuo looked back at the other silver-patterned fish bags, then looked at the afterimage of Mu Xingchen jumping into the illusory ancient well, and shouted loudly.

"You go ahead. I won't play with you anymore."

The master of the Yin Yang Sect saw the expressions on the faces of the many silver-patterned fish bags in his eyes, gently said these words, and left.

Following the departure of the Yin-Yang Sect Master, news of an explosion spread around the Ancient Well of Illusion.

The Governor of Diaoyutai may have died under the Ancient Well of Illusion!

This news was not known to be true or false, but it dissuaded Qin Ruhai and Li Muzhi from going to the Xuhuan Ancient Well in person. They had too much power in the mortal family and did not want to use their wealth to fight for it.

"Dad, I want to go!"

In the Nan'an King's camp, in Li Muzhi's camp, the little Princess Anyang pouted and said coquettishly.

"No! That place is too dangerous!" Li Muzhi waved his hands, his eyes full of doting. He didn't want his precious daughter to have an accident under the ancient well.

"Why not? You promised your daughter before!" Princess Anyang kicked her snow-white legs heavily on the carpet, pretending to be very angry.

"Okay, if you really want to go, just wait a moment." Li Muzhi couldn't bear it anymore and finally had to compromise. "When your Uncle Lu or Uncle Zhang come out, let them take you in."

"Seriously?" Princess Anyang had heard a lot about the rumors in the camp. The great monk Mu Yunliang died tragically under the ancient well.

If the governor of Diaoyutai really dies tragically, the pattern of Jiangnan Road will change drastically, and even the few remaining vassal kings of Daqian Road will have ideas.

Last night, Li Muzhi, the king of Nan'an, sent a letter to the king of Beijing.

On the other side, Qin Ruhai also spent 800 miles to report this unconfirmed news to Shenjing.

At the same time, the Jiangnan Province Governor's camp also stepped up inspections, and even dispatched fast horses to send messages everywhere.

Additional soldiers were also sent to the camps of the Governor's Mansion and Nan'an Prince's Mansion, and they no longer had the same affinity with each other as before.

As for the five major aristocratic families, they are still business as usual. Whether the governor is dead or alive actually has little to do with them.

Even if Shenjing changes the emperor, it will not affect the interests of the Jiangnan Dao family.

However, the several family heads gathered around the tent were really worried. At first they planned to enter the illusory ancient well, but hearing that Mu Yunliang might have died under the ancient well completely shattered their dreams.

"Tell me, what happened under the ancient well? Why did the Yin Yang Evil Sect leader say that Mu Yunliang of Diaoyutai is dead?"

Fu Shan kept scratching his temples with his fingers, wondering what secrets were hidden there.

"What else could happen? I guess several heads of the family joined forces." The head of the Li family raised one leg, rested it on the table beside him, swayed, and knocked on the dried fruits on the plate, saying calmly.

"Brother Li Pu, aren't you worried about the next few ancestors?" The head of the Wang family, whose hands were tightly clenched in his sleeves, looked worried, and his two eyebrows were furrowed together, like a thick arc.

"Brother Wang, what is there to worry about? My ancestor of the Li family has great fortune and great luck!"

Li Pu glanced at the beautiful maid beside him and said jokingly, "Is it possible that Brother Wang is worried that some ancestors will come out to cause trouble for you?"

"Don't talk nonsense! I spent the whole night in fear because I was worried that something would happen to the ancestors under that ancient well. If anything happens to the ancestors..." The head of the Wang family hurriedly said "poof" several times in succession.

, with a sad look on his face.

"Everyone, please think carefully. If Mu Yunliang really dies, the court will record this bad debt on our family. Then there will be another cold wind passing through. It feels a bit cold just thinking about it."

"Okay, don't think too much. Wait one more day, and those people from Nan'an Palace should come out. Just ask then. What's the use of worrying here? Look at Nephew Lu, he's as stable as a rock.

"

The head of the Wen family looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the last seat, with a naive expression on his face, not at all as naughty as his father.

Hearing this, the middle-aged and honest man sitting at the bottom of the crowd bowed his hands towards everyone in the big tent and smiled with a harmless smile.
Chapter completed!