Accompanied by an angry shout, a colorful stream of light flew out of the crowd and rushed straight to Rong Mochou.
Rong Mochou was shocked, waved his sleeves and swung the flowing light away easily. After blocking it, he saw clearly that it was just a piece of snatching Sijia.
Zhao Sijia was swung by his wide sleeves and hit the shattered barrier, shattering into pieces.
Rong Mochou sneered and looked down at Chen Yuyun.
"At this time, the sixth junior brother will still maintain this sect's rebellious disciple who was sentenced to the master and intends to kill the senior brother to seize the position of island master?"
Chen Yuyun stared at Rong Mochou, almost shattering his eyes: "Rong Mochou!"
Even if Chen Yuyun lost his cultivation level, he could not see the methods used by monks to use magic.
But based on his understanding of the Changsheng Pavilion, Chen Yuyun knew that the attack on the Changsheng barrier was Rong Mochou who ordered his disciples to inject spiritual energy into the barrier at the same time, forcibly activate the barrier again, and suddenly launched an attack.
In fact, the attack just now was not aimed at Feng Xiaoyao alone, but because Feng Xiaoyao's location is quite special.
The barrier attacks will naturally start from high to low, and Feng Xiaoyao's position will definitely be the first to withstand the barrier attack.
With Feng Xiaoyao's cultivation and his understanding of the structure of the Changsheng Pavilion, it is impossible for the Changsheng barrier to hit him so easily.
But if Feng Xiaoyao avoided, all the offensives would pour down on the heads of everyone watching and asking.
Rong Mochou just calculated that Feng Xiaoyao would not ignore the many innocent monks below.
The result was indeed as Rong Mochou expected. Feng Xiaoyao suffered heavy damage from the barrier for the sake of the people in the barrier.
This is equivalent to Rong Mochou threatening Feng Xiaoyao alone with the lives of these people in the barrier.
How could Chen Yuyun not be able to calculate these things?
This is also the reason why Chen Yuyun scolded Rong Mochou for being shameless.
Unfortunately, Chen Yuyun understood the inner ways, but those outer monks and even the disciples of other museums on Tianbei Island did not know anything about it.
Everyone saw a red light rising from the Taoist altar in advance, and they all thought it was Feng Xiaoyao who attacked Rong Mochou first.
Seeing that the two brothers accused each other, everyone couldn't tell who was right or who didn't.
However, the Changsheng asked a lot of questions, and I don’t know how many intrigues in the Changsheng Pavilion in Beidao were involved.
It is foreseeable that in the future, this last tragic question will become a hot topic in the cultivation world after dinner.
However, although the situation in front of him was disrupted by Chen Yuyun, Yan Yan and Feng Xiaoyao, it was generally beneficial to Rong Mochou.
Because except for Yan Yan who saw the truth with his own eyes and Chen Yuyun who knew the inside story, no one knew that the person who actually started the attack was Rong Mochou.
Oh, there is another person.
Geng Tong also knows it.
But everyone knows that Geng Tong will not speak to Chen Yuyun.
A drop of wet fell from a high altitude and fell on the forehead of a young monk from the outer door.
The young monk raised his hand and wiped his forehead. When he stretched his palm in front of him, he saw a bright red and dazzling blood stain on his palm.
The child, who was only a few years old, cried out "wow" and used his blood-stained palm to pull the sleeves of the senior brother beside him: "Senior brother, senior brother, my forehead is bleeding."
The monk who was pulled down his head, looked at the redness on the child's forehead and frowned.
He pulled his sleeve and brushed his child's head a few times, and yelled in his mouth: "Be careful, don't run around!" After that, he went to listen to the old Xiu from another sect not far away to talk about Tianbei Island. Past.
The young monk who was called a senior brother by the young monk realized that the monk above his head was Feng Xiaoyao, a famous cultivation genius in the Eastern Continental cultivation world.
He felt that it was a bit regretful that a genius like Ru Feng Xiaoyao had done something like taking the island master and killing his senior brother. This was because the heart of Tao was hindered.
Almost all the monks of the outer sect have the same ideas as this young monk, and they look down on Feng Xiaoyao's behavior.
What he didn't know was that the blood on his junior brother's forehead was Feng Xiaoyao's.
Feng Xiaoyao's posture did not change. He raised his sleeve and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes moved away from Chen Yuyun and fell on Yan Yan beside Chen Yuyun.
Then Yan Yan heard a slightly hoarse but extremely sexy voice sound from his spiritual consciousness.
"It's rare. I actually encountered a space spiritual root. What's your relationship with the Central Yan Emperor?"
Yan Yan looked at Feng Xiaoyao and frowned beautiful brows.
Sumeru realm...
Lieshanding secretly glanced at Canghua nervously.
Canghua is playing alone.
The slender fingers fell on the chessboard without any stasis.
A black piece flew out of the box and also landed on the chessboard.
Canghua seemed to have not heard Feng Xiaoyao's words.
Lieshanding silently withdrew his gaze and focused on the projection opposite.
Lieshanding felt that Canghua's temper seemed to be better than before.
Feng Xiaoyao seemed to have just asked casually, and he did not expect Yan Yanzhen to give an answer. Then he followed.
"You probably have the only way to take these people away here. Leave as soon as possible, otherwise no one will leave later."
Yan Yan raised his eyebrows: "Why?"
Feng Xiaoyao sighed: "I guess I can't wait. You can find a way to take the person away so that I can do it."
Yan Yan didn't seem to care about the lives of these people at all, and looked at Feng Xiaoyao with a steady look: "Who are you waiting for?"
Feng Xiaoyao did not answer Yan Yan's words, raised her sleeves and wiped the corner of her mouth again.
Then Yan Yan heard Feng Xiaoyao's words coming from her spiritual sense, and she frowned slightly.
This guy also passed on swear words to her.
"If I believe it, I will leave quickly, don't stumble!"
When Feng Xiaoyao's voice sounded again, the other party seemed a little impatient.
Yan Yan guessed that he might be injured and he might not have much time to hold on.
But Yan Yan still stood there and didn't move.
It’s not that I don’t want to move, it’s that I can’t move.
Feng Xiaoyao looked down on her too highly.
Even if she is a spiritual root in the space, there are so many people on the scene. No matter how much she folds the space, it is impossible for her to take so many people out in a while.
If you can’t take it all at once and you can see it, you can’t leave as well?
What's more, before coming, Mr. Yumei and Canghua both instructed her to try not to expose the spiritual roots of the space.
Also, even if Feng Xiaoyao can see her cultivation level in the God Transformation Realm, she will not be able to see that she has the Sumeru Realm on her body. Yan Yan is very confident.
"What should I do? I can't handle it!"
Yan Yan told the truth.
But Feng Xiaoyao's voice no longer appeared in his spiritual consciousness, and Yan Yan felt something splashing on her cheeks.
She reached out to wipe it.
It's blood.
He raised his head and saw another thunder as thick as a tree trunk hitting down, pounding heavily on Feng Xiaoyao's back.
The blood in Feng Xiaoyao's mouth could no longer be wrapped and all spurted out.
What Yan Yan’s face was just now was Feng Xiaoyao’s blood.
The sound of "Yoyo" like a young deer came from the horizon.
As the strange sounds got closer, the swords of the disciples of Jiange responded one after another.
For a moment, a group of swords rang like doves flying from the low altitude.
Yu Xinzhu: "The elder Tuoli is here!"
Yan Yan was also a little surprised.
Could the people who are Feng Xiaoyao and others be the Thief?
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Every time I write about the war, I take a deep breath, and I don’t scream -_-||, thank you for the rewards for my friend.