In the main hall of Xuantian Sect, several elders were arguing endlessly.
More elders fell silent.
They are just gods, and they have no chance of resisting against the emperor-level attack.
What's more, there are more than a dozen emperor-level masters guarding outside.
Everything depends on the formation.
I just don't know how long this formation can last?
In the minds of some of the incarnated spirits, waiting any longer might lead to death. Going out would definitely lead to death?
Another group believed the formation was unreliable. A few attacks from an emperor-level expert would be enough to finish them off. Waiting any longer would mean death. Perhaps escaping would offer a chance of survival.
The dispute continues.
Wang Ganan didn’t know what to say?
It's not okay to agree with either side.
Or ignoring it is even worse. Dispersing your strength will lead to faster death.
In the servants' hall.
Many servants of Xuantian Sect gathered together and thought about how to escape.
Compared with the disciples of Xuantian Sect, they just took refuge in Xuantian Sect and used Xuantian Sect to avoid some disasters.
Now that a greater disaster has come, many servants can no longer sit still.
"Changming, why don't you run away?"
Outside the tower forest, Changming was carrying a sweeper and had only taken a few steps when he ran into a few flustered servants.
"Is it your choice to run or not?"
Carrying a broom, I walked into Tallinn and started another day of cleaning.
"Neuropathy!"
Several servants cursed.
It’s already this late, and you’re still sweeping the floor?
What's the difference between sweeping the floor now and not sweeping the floor?
Swish~
The sound of sweeping the floor echoed throughout Tallinn.
Tallinn is more peaceful today than in the past.
In the past, there were several disciples offering sacrifices to the pagoda, but today there was not a single one.
Changming looked up at the dozen or so emperor-level masters in the distance and blinked.
"Such a weak soul, it hasn't even comprehended the rules."
whoosh~
As soon as Chang Ming finished speaking, a figure rushed towards Xuantian Sect.
The emperor-level master of the Phoenix clan is attacking.
Boom~
The formation trembled violently.
The entire Xuantian Sect was frightened and became panic-stricken in an instant.
Countless screams rang out from all over Xuantian Sect.
Changming took a long breath, silently recited a passage of scripture, threw down the broom, and found a place to sit cross-legged.
"Nothing can happen to Xuantian Sect! Yueyue finally has a home."
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