"Your mission is the most difficult..."
Zhong Yi patted Mu Yawen's shoulder with a serious expression.
"Organize a vanguard team and use their lives to buy us time to accumulate equipment and rage!"
This task is the most difficult.
A mortal body fighting against cheats?
Those who understand will understand.
But someone has to sacrifice.
After all, the two evil cultivators outside also knew what Zhong Yi was planning, and they kept approaching here.
The team of evil cultivators landed at the Tianren Corridor Bridge and was gradually advancing towards the east.
Kill prompts kept coming from the upper right corner.
The number of surviving players is decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye!
"Leave it to me!"
Mu Yawen grinned, revealing his white teeth.
He casually picked up a piece of white armor and a blue broadsword beside him and strode out of the door.
Behind him, more than a dozen monks took the initiative to follow.
Zhong Yi looked at the back of Li Xian, a member of the vanguard team, feeling a little dazed.
He stared anxiously at his rising anger bar.
“Hurry up…”
“Faster…”
…
…
Under the Tianren Corridor Bridge, in the Tianren River Valley.
Corpses were everywhere.
There are black soul tombs everywhere.
Various weapons that were shaken off were scattered all over the ground.
Mu Yawen's eyes were red, and he held the blue broadsword that had lost its durability over time in his hand. He stood in front of the evil cultivator Big Buddha and the evil cultivator Walnut, with no intention of retreating.
Behind him, Li Jiujian was standing with his bare hands, glaring angrily.
"Hahahaha... Elder of the Wuji Sword Sect, true disciple of the Lingxiao Sect..."
"You have cultivated for decades, even centuries, yet you are willing to associate with casual cultivators... This is what you deserve!"
Jiang Lingfeng laughed wildly.
He recognized Mu Yawen and Li Jiujian, so he deliberately did not kill them and planned to humiliate them.
"I watched you guys hide away in the Immortal Shrine for a long time, and now you send these losers over here to die?"
Du Yu joked.
"When we came out, we didn't think we could go back."
Mu Yawen gritted his teeth and showed no intention of retreating.
The only regret was that the brothers who came out with him had already died in the Soul Tomb.
"Those who didn't get out can't go back."
Du Yu pointed at the Immortal Shrine in the distance, and then stretched out his golden rune arm towards the air.
The next moment, a Walnut player appeared in his palm.
Du Yu looked at Mu Yawen as if showing off.
That expression seemed as if he was really looking at an ant.
"Won't."
Mu Yawen raised the huge broadsword in his hand again.
Because the durability of the broadsword was gone, it made a squeaking sound in his hand.
"Senior Brother Zhong said we will definitely win."
"You ignorant ant...die!"
Du Yu snorted coldly, showing some impatience, and stretched out his hands to grab Mu Yawen.
At this moment,
Two golden rune arms, one on the left and one on the right, suddenly attacked him from the other side of the valley.
One of the golden fists hit Du Yu, pushing him back half a step.
Du Yu staggered, and countless arrows from both sides of the valley shot at the weak spot on the back of his neck.
"Junior Brother Mu!"
Zhong Yi, who was in the state of a giant Buddha, breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm late."
“Senior Brother Zhong!!”
Mu Yawen was delighted and then smacked his lips.
"Just now...did your fist go astray?"
"Ahem, don't worry about the details..."
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