Chapter 259: Kill the monkey to scare the chickens, Master, help me!

In the Jiushan Sect.

The moment the Blood River Ancestor showed up, the great formation within the Jiushan Sect emitted a dazzling white light and apparently began to operate rapidly.

In the mountains, the head of the sect and Master Pang stood side by side.

“Senior Brother!”

"Junior brother, the Grandmaster and I are maintaining the formation. I wonder if we can stop this person for a while... You go... find Junior Sister Zhang and protect her. Don't delay, leave quickly."

The head sect leader's breathing became a little rapid. He swung the formation plate in his hand, and the formation plate became bigger and bigger in the air, like an icy moon hanging high in the sky. The moonlight enveloped the entire river valley of the Jiushan Sect, blocking the evil spirit that permeated from the blood river.

The Blood River Patriarch hadn't made a move yet, but both of them already felt suffocated.

Uncle Pang's eyes darkened, knowing what his brother meant: A spirit-transforming being cannot be defeated by a Nascent Soul! He nodded.

He turned around and headed towards the ninth peak.

The moment he turned around, he felt a sharp pain behind him that made his heart palpitate. Uncle Pang turned around in horror and looked at the Blood River Ancestor.

The Blood River Patriarch was originally holding two magic swords in his left and right hands, but at this moment the magic sword in his right hand had disappeared!

“Senior Brother!”

Uncle Pang shouted loudly, his voice full of grief.

Before they saw Huashen take action, they had already overestimated Huashen's strength.

But the life-and-death crisis just now made him realize——

In front of the Spiritualization, they, the Nascent Souls, would probably not be able to stand a single blow! "What are you howling for!"

Came the headmaster's voice.

Uncle Pang turned around and looked again. The head of the sect leader was covered in cold sweat and he was obviously afraid.

"You...that flying sword?" Uncle Pang stuttered, looking confused.

"How should I know? It seemed to fly outside...did it fly off course?"

The headmaster muttered in his mouth.

…

"Blood River Ancestor! You are crazy!"

On a mountaintop a thousand miles away, Master Tongming couldn't help but shout as he saw a blood-red flying sword flying towards him.

His body flashed with mysterious light, and a magic mirror flew out, shooting an ice-blue light towards the flying sword.

The mysterious light and the evil spirit on the immortal sword collided with each other, and one explosion sounded after another. Even the two leaders of the Jiushan Sect could see the fierce collision, dissolution and annihilation of the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The most surprising thing is that it was clearly just a confrontation between two magic weapons.

But in the void thousands of miles around, a sense of solemnity appeared faintly.

After finally being able to stabilize the magic sword, Master Tongming's body seemed a little illusory, and even felt like it was about to dissipate.

Anger surged on his face: "Old Master Xuehe! Are you going to fight me to the death?"

Obviously, it was not a pleasant experience for him to block this sword.

The biggest reason was that he didn't expect that the man's first sword would be directed at him.

Just now he was still pitying the Jiushan Sect...

"Fight to the death?" The Blood River Patriarch laughed, his voice was hoarse, but his tone was interesting, "I have come here in my true form. If I say fight to the death, do you dare?"

Master Tongming was silent for a moment.

It is impossible to refute it.

The Great Sage Qingyun standing beside him also twitched his eyelids.

"You two are afraid of the entanglement of cause and effect in the Xuanwei Realm, and dare not enter Xuanwei with your true body." The voice of the Blood River Patriarch is still fearless, "I am here, what am I afraid of?"

After saying this, the flying sword turned in the air and stabbed towards Master Tongming again.

Master Tongming became more and more depressed, and precious light continued to shoot out from the magic mirror, entangled with the magic sword.

But Master Tongming's figure became increasingly transparent, and he seemed to be unable to continue.

"What do you want to do?"

He wanted to run, but the flying sword was not slow at all, so he was in a dilemma.

What's more, the Great Sage Qingyun standing next to him seemed to be ready to make a move - this person would not fight with him to the death, but he was only too willing to take advantage of others in distress.

"If I kill you, this person from the Nine Mountains Sect will know how to choose..."

The headmaster and Master Pang were confused as they watched from within the sect, and when they heard these words, they became even more bewildered.

No...you want us to choose, what should we choose?

Why don't you tell me first! "Old Ancestor Xuehe, you..." In the distance, Master Tongming's tone was also confused, "What the Nine Mountains Sect chooses has nothing to do with me!"

"I just want to show the Jiushan Sect that if they hand over Zhang Wuyi, they still have a chance to survive. Otherwise... even you, a spirit-transforming being, won't survive!"

"...You've melted your brain away!" Master Tongming's voice was trembling, and he was obviously very angry. "If you want to catch Zhang Wuyi, you can attack Jiushan Sect!"

"Zhang Wuyi was willing to return to the sect even though he knew it was in trouble. He is obviously a stubborn person."

"What if I push her too far and she tries to kill herself?"

…

The headmaster and Uncle Pang looked at each other in bewilderment. What did this mean? Killing Master Tongming, the monkey, was a warning to the chickens?

…

The Blood River Patriarch turned around and smiled at the two of them, and the other immortal sword also disappeared! The next moment.

From the bottom of the Nine Mountains came a scream from the Nine Mountains Patriarch—

"The formation is broken!"

With this shout, the ground at the foot of the mountain shook, as if there was an earthquake.

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The Jiushan Sect's mountain protection formation flashed three times, revealing a large gap. In the gap was another magic sword of the Xuehe Patriarch.

The two masters were awestruck, thinking that this person had a weird brain.

But with one sword, the Jiushan Sect's formation was broken.

Really crazy and good at fighting...

"Hand over Zhang Wuyi, and I will spare your lives."

The magic sword turned around and fell into the hands of the Blood River Ancestor.

Holding the flying sword gently, the Blood River Patriarch said lightly.

The headmaster and Uncle Pang looked at each other from a distance, and both understood what this person meant.

The Jiushan Sect is not important.

They are not important either.

This Blood River Ancestor didn't even take it seriously.

But Junior Brother Zhang—he is determined to get it!

Uncle Pang stopped and looked at the top of the Nine Peaks.

Senior Sister Zhang appeared in front of everyone.

Her expression was calm as she looked at the ruined formation, Uncle Pang with a complicated expression, and the main gate.

"Are you Zhang Wuyi?"

The Blood River Patriarch looked at her, with some curiosity and some joy in his eyes.

It seems like he really values ​​her very much.

"You are just an early Nascent Soul. I don't know why the Holy Ancestor values ​​you so much..."

"And Zheng Fa..."

"They sent me here in person..."

The Blood River Patriarch sighed softly.

In addition to confusion, his tone was also filled with resentment.

…

"Junior Brother Zhang..."

Senior Sister Zhang just nodded gently at the two of them.

She looked towards the foot of the mountain.

The formation at the foot of the mountain was already in ruins, and the breath of the Nine Mountain Patriarch was extremely weak, as if he had been injured by the magic sword.

The Blood River Patriarch smiled and stretched out his hand. The blood-colored spiritual energy in the air gathered and formed a palm bigger than nine mountains, grabbing towards Senior Sister Zhang.

The head of the sect and Uncle Pang looked at each other and before they could say anything, a formation plate started spinning, laying down layer upon layer of talisman formations.

A talisman appeared.

They all tried to block the giant palm.

But this palm seemed to be able to corrode all kinds of talismans and magic, breaking through all obstacles and coming in front of Senior Sister Zhang.

Senior Sister Zhang seemed to have just reacted at this moment. She leaped up and stood in the air. Her entire body was covered with various spiritual energy circuits, as if the nine mountains were connected.

"Nine mountains are in trouble, please..." Her cold voice echoed in the mountains, "Master, help me!"

(End of this chapter)