An hour ago, Moon Hill bid farewell to the scorching sun and ushered in another refreshing afternoon.
At this time, Moon Hill was a little more relaxed than before - Murong Chen had brought back the news that the Tu branch had been recovered, and Murong Wu could finally breathe a sigh of relief and recalled all his outgoing disciples.
But no one thought that a catastrophic disaster was approaching this blessed land of the desert.
Not yet.
"call!"
A figure quickly passed over the Crescent Bay on the hill and rushed into the Xuanwu Hall.
"Murong Xiang, why are you so panicked?"
In the quiet main hall, Murong Wu was discussing with the four elders of the sect. When the eldest elder saw his disciple rushing in, he couldn't help but frown and asked.
"Report to the leader, outside..."
"puff!"
Before Murong Xiang finished speaking, a sharp sword pierced his chest.
Blood spattered, and Murong Xiang stared in horror. The body slowly fell in front of Murong Wu, revealing a masked man in black clothes behind him.
"Yanyu Tower!"
Murong Wu's eyes were as bright as lightning, and he immediately shouted loudly. The five drops of yellow blood raining on the front of the black man's clothes had revealed his identity.
"Bang!"
Murong Wu swung forward and punched the first-class killer on the chest. The killer didn't react in time, was injured by one move, and retreated away.
Just as Murong Wu was about to pursue the victory, his steps were stopped by a voice coming from outside the palace:
"Master Murong, bullying juniors is not something we would do."
A hoarse voice floated through the heavy air, and a big man in red appeared in the Xuanwu Hall, his rough face carrying a frightening and ruthless look.
"Who is your Excellency?"
Murong Wu's eyelids twitched uneasily, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong. While he was shouting questions, he secretly sent a message to the elders behind him, asking them to check out the situation outside. But before the four elders had time to move, the big man in red said something.
Stopped everything:
"No need to waste your efforts, none of you can leave."
The big man grinned his dark red thick lips and smiled coldly. Murong Wu and the four elders made a "crack" sound at their feet and countless red flames instantly erupted. The five people's bodies suddenly stiffened, and the bloodthirsty murderous aura was already like a ray on their backs.
"No! It's prison!"
Murong Wu roared in shock. Circles of floating sand appeared around him and the elders in the blink of an eye. It was Moon Hill's unique skill of absolute defense. The five of them were all in the late stage of the camp, and had all practiced the "Ancient Sutra".
Reaching the peak of the wild realm, he was alone in the world with his defensive power.
"Hmph! There is only an indestructible spear in the world, but there is never an indestructible shield!"
The big man in red gave a very disdainful drink, and a fireball suddenly burned in his right hand. The red flames around Murong Wu and the others suddenly tightened, and bloody murderous aura rose violently. Severe pain struck them. In an instant, they felt as if they were in Shura.
It was like hell, and drops of blood were drawn out of the skin.
"call!"
I saw the big man stretching his fingers lightly, and in an instant the red light was like lightning, and the strange fireball had burned through the chest of Murong Qing, the third elder of Moon Hill.
Murong Qing's old eyes were full of horror. Before he could see his wounds clearly, his body had already fallen into the red flames.
"Murong Qing!"
"Third brother!"
"Third brother!"
Murong Wu and the other three elders looked at the corpses of their brothers and sisters that were destroyed overnight, and they all said in shock.
"Hmph, vulnerable."
"call!"
There was no trace of mercy in the man's red eyes. With a thought, the strange fireball took the life of fourth elder Murong Feng again.
The fear of death instantly struck the hearts of the remaining three people. They had been in the camp for hundreds of years, and no one in the world had ever made them sit there and wait for death in such a miserable condition.
"Damn it...stop it!"
As the head of the clan, Murong Wu couldn't bear it any longer and forced himself to use the Great Desolation Sutra. A surge of earth energy suddenly surged from the ground beneath his feet, and a heavy karma instantly broke through the shackles of hell.
"The little Sutra of Great and Wilderness dares to climb into the hall of the big temple."
The big man in red deliberately smiled contemptuously, and clasped his fingers again. The red flames that had been weak a moment ago rose up again, suppressing Murong Wu's karma.
The frantic murderous aura swept through the three of them again, and their clothes were already stained with a layer of blood red.
"call!"
The strange fireball struck again, and in a moment, the second elder Murong Song was also completely wiped out.
What kind of strength is this? Just by flicking your fingers, three dignified masters in the late stage of the camp were killed!
At this moment.
"Bang!"
Another billowing wave of air swayed from Murong Wu's feet, breaking through the red flames in an instant.
"Hulonglong."
The extremely powerful karma directly broke the two giant pillars in the hall, and swept through the hall like a tsunami.
Except for the big man in red, all the killers in Yanyu Tower were blown away.
In the chaos, Murong Wu ordered the elder Murong Wen to leave quickly:
"Junior brother, please take Xiaochen away with Murong Kuo and leave me alone!"
General Murong's last concern was for his daughter - with such a powerful enemy as Yanyu Tower in front of him, the head of Yueliangqiu, who was surrounded by the attack, had already prepared for the worst.
Murong Wen, who was out of trouble, ignored the pain inside and outside his body and teleported out of the palace without any further delay.
"The Ancient Classics is indeed well-deserved. I heard that you are among the top five in the thousand-year-old list. You really have some abilities."
"Who are you?"
Murong Wu, who was fighting hard, his eyes were bloodshot at this moment, and his voice was like a cold bell.
"I invade fire and protect Dharma Tu Su."
The air waves in the Xuanwu Hall gradually dissipated, and Tu Su's cold laughter arose.
"I, Moon Hill, have no enmity with Yanyu Lou, so why are we so aggressive today?"
Murong Wu asked forcefully. As he spoke, he secretly calmed down the boiling karma in his body and quietly healed his wounds.
"Humph, hatred?" Tu Su smiled arrogantly and contemptuously, and said, "I, Yanyulou, are doing things, how can I have hatred?"
Murong Wu's heavy heart dropped again. He had been in the world for more than 900 years and had very little contact with Yanyu Tower. Even in Moon Hill's 700,000-year history, he had no interaction with this evil god.
But today, Yanyu Tower mobilized troops and attacked the Jianghu leaders in Kunshan Buzhou, which was definitely not an act of suddenness.
"Are they doing it for Tu Zhimai?"
Murong Wu couldn't help but trembled when he thought of this, while Tu Su opposite him had lost his patience:
"Okay, it's time for you to hit the road. Remember, you will be reborn well in your next life."
"call!"
The Red Fire Hell reappeared, and the strange fireball in Tu Su's hand split into two instantly, and flew towards the injured leader of Moon Hill like a ghost. This life-threatening object is called Thousand Machine Fire Stone, and it is a top-level divine weapon. It is Yanyu.
The building has been protected by fire for generations, and it is ever-changing and nothing can be burned. It can take the lives of enemies thousands of miles away.
At the same time, Moon Hill outside Xuanwu Hall had completely fallen into a melee.
But the battle situation was completely tilted towards the side of Yanyulou. The killers of the Di and Xuan groups were frantically harvesting the lives of the disciples of Moon Hill. The dense black spots soon formed a large black net, covering the entire Moon Hill.
The great changes in Moon Hill have long alarmed Murong Wutian who was guarding the secret place, but unfortunately, he is now unable to protect himself.
Liangmu's protector, Ling Yuan, trapped him in one barrier after another, making it difficult for him to move forward. Even though he was the strongest person in the Tianying position, he had no way to deal with the powerful Phoenix Flower Demon.
The war is like a torrent, swallowing the blood of Yueyueqiu people.
This ancient giant that has stood in the world for 700,000 years is slowly falling.
At this moment, in the desert in the north of Moon Hill, a stream of flying sand suddenly erupted from the calm sea of sand, and two figures shot out of the sky. Without pausing for a moment, Yu Jian flew out towards the due south.
But before the two of them flew half a stick of incense, a faint sound of fighting came from the sultry wind in front of them.
Bai Yunsheng and Xiang Wujian's nervous hearts suddenly became anxious, and they sped up and rushed forward.
"Xiao Chen, go quickly!"
Just listen to an old clear whistle echoing in the desert, slightly desolate and tragic.
"Bang!"
I saw an old man knocking back twenty or thirty enemies with his fists. When he opened his right palm, a powerful karma pushed Murong Chen three miles away. The old man was also shot down into the air by three men in black who arrived one after another.
He fell heavily in the desert.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Bright red blood splashed out, dyeing the yellow sand under the old man's body red. Three sharp swords fell from the sky and pierced his vital organs.
"Great Elder!!!"
The rescued Murong Chen stood up staggeringly, staring at the corpse with his eyes blankly, and the shrill voice echoed throughout the desert.
But those killers didn't care about her appearance. There were many Moon Hill disciples in the surrounding sand sea who were fighting to the death with the killers. It was obvious that their fate would follow the old man.