Chapter 462 Rescue (4)
At this moment, Wang Xu asked again: "What can we do?"
Cheng Wuchou said: "We are setting up a formation here. We can't leave easily, lest it be destroyed."
Yue Qingya asked in return: "Why can't we just bring Tao Zi here?"
A Mahayana cultivator looked over, and Wangxu and the others only then realized his existence and were extremely shocked.
The Mahayana cultivator said, "There are too many cultivators guarding the mountain gate, and there are also formations set up. It's impossible to sneak in secretly. If I want to go in, I must do it myself."
Cheng Wuchou took over his words: "But this senior cannot take action. Once he does, it will directly alert the Mahayana cultivators of the Minglan Sect. We only have one chance. We must ensure that the formation is set up the moment Ah Zi arrives here."
Wangxu glanced at the formation and immediately found a problem: "This formation is too crude..."
He smiled silently and said, "No problem. We just need to make sure Ah Zi can stay out of the sight of the Mahayana cultivators for a short while."
Yue Qingya frowned and said, "Can't we set it up in advance?"
Cheng Wuchou sighed, "Although this is outside the Minglan Sect, it is still the Minglan Sect's territory. How can they set up formations recklessly? But we dare not go too far away, lest we fail to arrive."
In the distance, flames shot up into the sky. Wang Xu's frown deepened. "Is it because we were too rushed that your plan went awry?"
He followed Wangxu's gaze, worry flashing in his eyes. He said, "There's nothing wrong. The best outcome is that Ah Zi can hold on there until we can rescue her. The worst outcome is that she's taken back to Xingfeng, and we risk getting caught if we break in. By then, Qinglan will probably be back too."
From the beginning to the end of the plan, it was a series of gambles, betting that Qinglan would be lured away, betting that Qinglan would be trapped, betting on how far A Zi could go, and betting that A Zi could hold on until they set up the formation and rushed over.
Wang Xu looked at the flames in silence, then suddenly sighed and said, "That's right. After all, it's not that easy to snatch someone from a Heavenly Venerable."
Yue Qingya pursed her lips and said calmly, "I don't care about that. I must seize any opportunity that comes my way."
At this time, the Mahayana cultivator suddenly said, "The formation is ready."
Cheng Wuchou's eyes suddenly lit up: "There are still a little over two quarters of an hour left. Everyone, whether we can succeed depends on this one move."
At this time, Tao Zi and others were at the end of their rope and had no way to escape.
Thirteen's master had already been seriously injured, and the other disciples were also covered in blood. The ghost army led by the little ghost also retreated back to the sea of consciousness due to excessive consumption and could no longer fight.
All the running tonight seemed to be in vain.
Eleven's sword was on her neck, and her body was covered in blood: "Senior Sister, everything ends here."
Tao Zi's face was extremely pale. With the last bit of rationality left, she spoke gently, "You really don't know who is right and who is wrong?"
There was not even the slightest struggle in his eyes: "The Lord of Heaven cannot be wrong."
It’s can’t, not won’t.
She understood that Eleven was as loyal to Minglan Sect as ever.
Eleven retracted his sword and said to his fellow apprentice behind him, "Take the traitor Yue Qiran back."
In a trance, she seemed to hear a noise coming from the mountain gate.
Eleven's face changed. Obviously, she was not hallucinating.
He ordered, "The six of you will immediately take her back in the spirit ship. The rest of you will stay here and not let any intruders in!"
The six people who were called stepped forward and prepared to take her back.
One of them looked outside, his expression slightly struggling. Taking advantage of the chaos, he whispered, "Big...Yue Qiran, are those people outside here to rescue you?"
Yue Qiran was not in a good mental state at the moment and could only say "hmm".
She was about to be taken onto the spirit ship. He followed silently behind her, his expression becoming more and more struggling. At the last moment, he finally stopped and swung his sword forward.
The disciple who was pierced by the sword turned around and looked at him in disbelief: "What are you doing?!"
The movement here also attracted the attention of Eleven.
The disciple who had attacked still had a tremor in his voice, but he became more determined as he spoke: "I'm sorry, I really don't know who is right or wrong, but Senior Sister saved my life, so I can only do what I feel is right."
All he could do was probably risk his life to buy a few more seconds.
Eleven attacked with a spiritual energy, taking his life, and shouted sternly: "Clear your heads."
As he spoke, he casually pointed at two people and said, "You fill in the gaps and escort them immediately without hesitation."
Before the two men could move, they were ambushed by their fellow disciples behind them, but the person who attacked them died the next second.
Eleven then realized something was wrong. He looked around and saw that many disciples had strange expressions. Even the disciple standing next to Yue Qiran and escorting someone was a little hesitant.
Lan Yongji cursed, "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill yourself?"
Eleven listened to Lan Yongji's scolding and wanted to scold back. The disciples were already in a state of unrest, and now he was still scolding them like this?
He said in a deep voice, "Everyone, her cooperation with the alien race is a foregone conclusion. Don't be fooled by her appearance."
The disciples became more and more hesitant. They all knew in their hearts that if they took action, they would be in danger of death.
Eleven smiled bitterly in his heart. These disciples were basically cultivators from the Xuanzhao to Xindong stages. Because the senior sister had personally handled the sect affairs over the years, most of them had been taught by her, and their friendship with her was already extraordinary. Now that rumors were spreading in the outside world, and someone was taking the lead, what should he do?
He looked around again. Lan Yongji couldn't hold on, the elder in the out-of-body stage was seriously injured, the other elders had not arrived yet, and the young sect leader had not come yet. There were cultivators stronger than him, but they rarely showed up and were not as strong as him. It was really a problem.
The scene froze for a moment.
At this time, many steady footsteps were heard, and many monks holding torches walked out from a small path that was almost ignored by everyone. They were wearing the uniforms of the Xingtang, all of which were rich in blood color. The leaders were Xing Wen and He Feicheng.
Eleven breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Xing Wen, you're here. Where's the Young Sect Master?"
Xing Wen smiled slightly and said, "I don't know where the Young Sect Master is. I just came here to make an announcement."
Everyone looked at him, and he suppressed his smile and said word by word, "The person who colluded with the alien race back then was Lian Qingzhou."
The whole audience fell silent, and Eleven's expression changed drastically.
He Feicheng pointed his blood-stained sword at Eleven and the others: "We can't seek justice for Big Sister, but we must fight for her life!"
The monks behind him also took out their weapons.
Eleven didn't care about that anymore. He took a deep breath and said, "Follow me, fellow apprentices, to capture the traitors. Except for Yue Qiran, the rest will be punished regardless of their lives."
Some monks stepped forward, while others remained silent.
Finally, a disciple from Zhufeng drew his sword and said firmly, "Zhufeng Liu Ruo, I was once saved by Senior Sister, and now I repay her with my life!"
Perhaps someone took the lead, and more and more monks stood up.
"Master Peak Zhou Hao."
"Qingfeng Xushu."
"Xingming in the torture hall."
"Chen Ye from the Weapon Hall."
…
Reporting your name is like cutting off your last retreat.
But so what?
Not every monk is afraid of death, and not every monk is ungrateful. They have their own ways and their own persistence. As long as one monk stands up, more monks will stand up.
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