I blame the system for licking dogs

"Then don't let it fall to the ground." Zong Yong raised his head slightly and looked at the missile that had turned around and landed towards Pingyang Town. He raised his body in the air and faced the missile at a faster speed.

"Master! You can't be tough, you can run away!"

Liu Zhengjing panicked. His past life experience told him that things like missiles can only be intercepted by missiles, and it is impossible for humans to stop them.

"It's okay." Zong Yong didn't look back, his voice resounded throughout the entire world, and residents in every corner of Pingyang Town saw things flying in the sky.

They didn't know what it was, but the people living in Pingyang Town had always been aware that when Pingyang Town was attacked, everyone would probably die.

And at this moment, the figure rising into the sky was so decisive and so reassuring.

The strongest in the world, the martial saint kills the god.

A huge red and white Tai Chi diagram appeared in the sky. Zong Yong, who was in the center of the Tai Chi diagram, clenched his fist with one hand and pointed his head toward the missile.

A dazzling light suddenly burst out in the sky, and then the fire quickly spread into a curtain of fire, covering the entire Pingyang Town.

Liu Zhengzheng had seen the spectacular flaming clouds before, but the scene in front of him was not a flaming cloud, but a real fire burning in the sky.

The fire curtain was like the sky falling, the Tai Chi diagram was broken, and the fire curtain was covering downwards. As the height became shorter and shorter, the flames became thinner and thinner, and by the time it reached the ground, it had turned into sparks all over the sky.

The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, and the temperature was more than ten degrees higher.

Pingyang Town is surrounded by mountains, and the special terrain caused fires to burn all over the mountains. If you look down from a high altitude, Pingyang Town is in a ring of fire.

Liu Zhengjing clenched his fists and his eyes were red. Did Zong Yong die like this?

In fact, Liu Zhengjing didn't have much contact with this master, but he knew what this master had done for him and for Liu Sangeng. This was someone who truly cared about and loved him.

A tear dropped from the corner of his eye.

Liu Zhengzheng's clenched fist was held by Xiao Qiao, "Husband, now is not the time to be sad."

After the scene was silent for a moment, Xue Eryi looked up to the sky and roared, with unparalleled murderous intent coming out of his body, "Jiu Men, I will fight you until death!"

This man who had never respected his master had lost his mind at this moment, like a wild beast that chose others to devour.

Zheng Da's body shook, and he stared at the black smoke in the sky that had not yet dispersed. He was in despair, "I was wrong, we were all wrong..."

The great elder's body was trembling, and his face was filled with disbelief, "How could it be possible...how could it be possible, how could they do this..."

"No time! No one knows if there will be another one. Evacuate quickly and organize everyone in Pingyang Town to evacuate!" Liu Zhengjing suddenly shouted.

The voice of the leader of the Bingtang Hall who was pushed by Lou Qian spread throughout Pingyang Town with the ancestral hall as the center, "The crisis in Pingyang Town has arrived. Every household in Pingyang Town should immediately evacuate Pingyang Town according to the plan. The spark of Hongmeng will not be extinguished, and the spark will never be extinguished."

It can start a prairie fire!"

The sounds of vicissitudes of life echoed in the mountains, and the sky was burned red by the mountain fire, making this scene extremely tragic.

"If a spark from Hongmeng is not extinguished, a spark can start a prairie fire!" This roar rang out from countless corners of Pingyang Town.

The fat aunt in the alley had an extremely strong figure, picked up a kitchen knife and walked out of the house.

The usually sleepy drunkard tied up his messy hair, picked up a brick, and joined the queue on the street.

In places like Baihua Club and Pingyang Hotel, everyone took out swords, guns, swords, halberds, and various firearms from nowhere, and organized them into a murderous torrent that dispersed in all directions.

In the Tiangong Pavilion, each of the scientific researchers holds a special safe. The safe cannot be opened without fingerprints and passwords. If it is cracked violently, it will turn into a bomb.

These scientific researchers may not be so strong in stature, but each one of them held the safe tightly, which contained all the research materials of Tiangong Pavilion. Others began to violently destroy various equipment that could not be taken away.

The whole town of Pingyang became busy instantly. The disciple in the auditorium who had done the roll call before sounded the small bell on the high platform, and his voice was rapid and desolate.

In the open space in front of the ancestral hall, hundreds of elite disciples from thirteen sects gathered and rushed to the blacksmith shop and coffin shop in an orderly manner.

The coffins in the coffin shop were opened one by one, and inside were various weapons, firearms, grenades, and grenade launchers.

Cold weapons were taken out one after another in the blacksmith shop. All the people who entered the blacksmith shop were masters, and the weapons they carried were all war weapons and magic weapons. For many years, the old farmer has been forging iron besides farming.

…

Tense and orderly.

Seeing this scene, Liu Zhengjing breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Pingyang Town had been prepared for a long time, and even his ancestors had been making such preparations for generations.

Only the upper floors remain on the high platform.

"Everyone, Hongmeng is in great danger. There will be no other chance. If you don't die today, don't forget today's hatred. Future generations must not repeat the same mistakes. Hongmeng will not make peace!"

The leader of the military hall said in a deep voice.

The great elder burst into tears and raised his hand to kill himself.

Originally, there was only one ancestral hall in Pingyang Town, or it was called the Martyrs' Shrine.

Because of the relationship with the nine disciples, this place became the ancestral land of Hongmeng.

The ancestral land is now going to be destroyed, shattering all hopes of the conservatives.

Although they are harmonious, it does not mean that they do not love Hongmeng. They are also children raised by Hongmeng.

Hongmeng is a big family. Without Hongmeng, each of them would be a homeless ghost.

A crutch stopped the great elder's palm from slapping Tianling Gai.

The great elder had tears in his eyes, "Uncle Six! Let me apologize to my ancestors!"

The sixth uncle raised his cane horizontally and hit the elder's face with a stick. Several of the already numerous teeth in the elder's mouth were pulled out. His mouth was full of blood. He was unaware of it and his eyes were full of guilt.

This Hongmeng Conference was initiated by him. If it hadn't been for him, so many hall leaders would not have returned at the same time.

According to the rules of the Hong League, the hall leader level cannot return to Pingyang Town for more than three days. At the same time, it can only be the Hong League Conference, and in most cases in the past, no more than half of the hall leaders can return to Pingyang Town.

This time he felt speechless in the world.

"Useless thing, what does it mean for you to die here? There may be thousands of troops waiting for us outside the mountain. I am decades older than you, and I still want to go into battle to kill the enemy. Why do you have the shame to die?"

The Sixth Uncle Angrily scolded the Great Elder, and then glanced at everyone, "Most of the hall leaders are Wuzong. The three of us will follow the plan and rush out of Pingyang Town in their own direction."

The entire population of Pingyang Town had formed four torrents within a few minutes, with men, women, old and young rushing towards the four gates.

The old warriors consciously come first, followed by the young and strong, and finally the women and children.

This formation is not a charge formation, but a breakout formation.

They knew that once Jiumen made a move, there would be countless bullets waiting for them. Those who rushed in front would almost certainly die. Even martial arts masters could not escape the rain of bullets. The old man rushed forward in order to block more bullets and let the people behind him escape.

The descendants will rush out a little further.

No one directed, no one blocked, everything happened in silence.

On the high platform of the ancestral hall, the hall masters and deputy hall masters handed each other hands. At this moment, no political opinions mattered. Most of them were similar in age. They remembered that they had studied together and were divided into various sects. They fought side by side and competed with each other.

The days of supporting each other are all vivid in my mind.

At this moment, Liu Zhengjing suddenly looked up and saw another huge missile coming towards Pingyang Town.

Liu Zhengzheng was desperate. At this time, most of the residents of Pingyang Town probably just rushed out of the four doors.

At this time, the great elder was really energetic and said, "I'm coming!"

He was about to take off, but his shoulder was held down by a rough hand.

"Can you stop him? Zongyong is dead. I am the strongest here. It's my turn."

The old farmer who had been silent came out. He didn't know when he had a hoe in his hand. He turned to look at Liu Zhengjing and said, "Since the execution hall is temporarily in charge of the execution hall, you can take this French stick as well."

The old hoe was in the hands of the old farmer for a while. The hoe fell off and the wooden handle cracked, revealing a white stick that was completely snow-white, with a faint luster. It looked like it was made of ice and snow, and was exactly the same size as a black stick.

Liu Zhengjing gritted his teeth and said nothing more. He took the white French stick and said, "I will live up to my trust."

The old farmer gave a rare smile, and then his body soared into the air. His voice resounded throughout Pingyang Town, "I have never obeyed Zong Yong in my life, but before I die, I would like to say that he is only a little bit stronger than me, so I still take advantage of him."

My brother’s cheap.”

The old farmer was wearing coarse linen clothes, and the corners of his clothes were making a rustling sound. The pressure formed by the majestic Qi was overwhelming. Liu Zhengjing looked at the old farmer rising into the sky with tears in his eyes. He could faintly see that the old farmer was already surrounded by green light.

"Martial Domain? Sect Protector has reached the threshold of Martial Saint..." Tu Gang sighed.

Just when the old farmer reached a height of 100 meters, a faster figure flew directly out of the ground. The late prophet crashed into the old farmer and slapped the old farmer back.

A pitch-black figure stood suspended in the sky. The figure had no hair or eyebrows. His entire face was so black that he only had a little bit of white in his eyes. His body was also pitch-black, and a piece of cloth was pulled from somewhere to cover his lower body.

The man smiled, showing his particularly conspicuous white teeth, "Your brother is not dead, so it's not your turn."

"For the sake of you admitting that I am better than you, I won't beat you this time."

The old farmer fell like a meteor, throwing up a burst of dust on the ground. He turned over and looked up at the figure in the sky. He smiled blankly and said, "If you don't die, come out sooner."

"Always in charge!"

"Master"

The crowd burst into really excited and tearful exclamations.

Zong Yong smiled and said, "I was careless. I didn't dodge. I was so damn strong."

After saying that, he turned to look at the second missile that was already very close.

Liu Zhengzheng wiped his tears and shouted loudly, "Use Tai Chi, stupid master!"

Zong Yong probably felt that it was humiliating to let his apprentice take command, so he put one hand behind his back and waved the other.

It's just that the style at this time is really not very elegant.

Another huge Tai Chi figure appeared at Zong Yong's feet, and the Tai Chi figure slowly rotated.

Zong Yong waved out his true energy, which was red and white in color, entwined with each other and directed towards the missile.

The missile was quickly entangled with countless red and white energies, and its speed slowed down visibly to the naked eye.

"Use your strength to send the missile back!"

Liu Zhengjing couldn't help but shouted again. The missile technology in this world should not have any precision guidance. This should be a large firecracker that cannot be controlled if thrown out.

Then you can completely change the direction and send him back.

Zong Yong was stunned for a moment, "That's what I meant as a teacher!"

The spread of Tai Chi Diagram accelerated, and the huge missile circled around Zong Yong and flew in the direction it came from.

Zong Yong looked down at Pingyang Town and said, "The members of Hongmeng are broken into pieces, waiting for orders, and choose a day to start a battle with Jiumen!"

Most of the residents of Pingyang Town had already rushed out of the four gates. At this moment, they looked at the black commander in the sky, "Your order!" The voice resounded throughout the basin.

Then the four torrents divided into countless channels and disappeared into the mountains. They pushed aside boulders or pushed aside bushes to reveal cave entrances. After getting in, everyone slowly disappeared into the mountains.

Hongmeng has been operating here for countless years, so naturally it will not be idle all day long.

The surrounding mountains have long been opened up. I don’t know how many entrances are hidden, how many exits are there, and where they lead.

The comprehensive school in Pingyang Town is different from any other school opened by Hongmeng in Daqin. The school in Pingyang Town has an extra course. Children must memorize all the entrances and escape routes from an early age.

The hall masters on the high platform now had more smiles on their faces.

They don't dig holes.

In Pingyang Town's plan, these Wuzong-level masters need to fight head-on to attract firepower for the residents of Pingyang Town who have crawled into the holes, and strive for a glimmer of hope.

Can't get out? Just die.

No one among the Hongmeng disciples has ever been afraid of death, let alone them.