Pursuing Longevity With an Immortal Mansion

Chapter 682: Just or not, one incident after another

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PS: I don’t intend to insinuate anything. In order to prevent 404 and some people deliberately setting the pace, the Red Turban Army should be changed to the Purple Turban Army.

The previous article has been modified, and will be called the Purple Turban Army later.

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"yes!"

Guo Poyun, Liao Yunxi and others responded loudly.

Seeing this, Liu Yu nodded slightly and walked out first to the outside of the hall.

As soon as the magic power of Dantian was raised, he turned into a ray of light and soared into the sky, and disappeared into the sky in the next breath.

Guo Poyun and others followed closely behind, also took to the air, and then used magic such as "invisibility" to leave quietly.

After all, this is a secret mission, not an outright trip. Of course, it must be kept low-key and the whereabouts cannot be revealed.

It's hard to do things in the open, but it's easy to do things in the dark!

Looking at the entire Jiangzhou, the travel of ten late-stage Jindan monks is extremely eye-catching.

If he leaves under the spotlight, and the Black Mountain Immortal Prison incident occurs later, it will be easy for people to think of the Commoner League.

This is not a wise choice.

"Whizzing"

In the sky, wind sounds sounded one after another, and thousands of low-level monks were unaware of it.

With only a handful of core members knowing about it, ten Liu Yus left quietly and launched an operation to rescue the 21 golden elixirs of the Purple Turban Army, aiming at the Black Mountain Immortal Prison!

…

As a continent in the Central Region, Jiangzhou is vaster than the entire Chu State.

In order not to reveal their whereabouts, they naturally cannot take the teleportation array and can only travel by flying.

After all, all fairy cities in the Central Region have very strict management of the teleportation array. The first step is to determine the identity.

After confirming that he is not a wanted monk in Qanting Holy Land, he can pay the spirit stones and prepare for transmission according to the procedure.

Leaving Wanxian Mountain, the ten people fled southward.

From north to south, they flew for a day and a night before arriving at the border between Jiangzhou and Huaizhou.

Arriving at the border, all the escaping lights stopped at the same time.

Liu Yu turned to face the crowd and said solemnly:

"We will separate here for now."

"Disperse into Huaizhou and gather at the agreed location five days at the latest."

"I hope all fellow Taoists will arrive on time and don't delay important events!"

There are ten late-stage Jindan monks, and there are several people at the peak of Jindan. This goal is not small.

If you rush together, you will easily be noticed by other monks, which will not be conducive to the next step.

Even if the prison robbery goes smoothly, it may be tracked down by Qanting Holy Land and cause big trouble to the Commoner League.

After all, it is impossible for monks in the late stage of Jindan to pop out of rocks, and not all monks are good at breath gathering and invisibility skills.

And unlike Jiangzhou, which is very familiar, Huaizhou is a relatively unfamiliar area.

You might meet someone with extraordinary powers on the way, who happens to have the talent or magical power to see through the movements of ten people, and can see through the concealment techniques of ten people.

So to be on the safe side, it’s better to go separately.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist from the ancient city. We understand the stakes and will arrive at the agreed upon location within the agreed time."

Everyone in the Buyi League surrendered their hands one after another.

This was something we had agreed upon on the road, and it was also the most basic common sense. Naturally, it was impossible for them to have any objections.

"Um."

Seeing this, Liu Yu nodded lightly, looked at each other with Guo Poyun, and the two of them continued to escape to Huaizhou.

"Whizzing"

After escaping for a distance, two escaping lights suddenly appeared in the air, and the fluctuations in aura and spiritual pressure also dropped to the level of the early-stage golden elixir.

In this way, it will be much more normal.

They went on their way openly, and most of the monks sensed their cultivation and would not continue to check.

After all, directly scanning with spiritual consciousness, or using magical powers to check, is a taboo that is enough to form a deep hatred.

On the contrary, it is mysterious and more likely to arouse curiosity and make things develop in unpredictable directions.

"Fellow Daoist Guo, your secret breath-condensing technique."

Liu Yu had a little surprise on his face, and said through his spiritual consciousness.

The breath-holding technique used by Guo Poyun was indeed quite impressive. After carefully scanning it with his spiritual consciousness, he found no obvious flaws.

It requires the cooperation of spiritual senses far beyond the same realm to get a glimpse of the reality.

This kind of performance is already superior to that of most monks, which is enough to show that his breath gathering skills are extraordinary.

"This breath gathering technique can be exchanged from the alliance with contribution points. It only requires the number of contribution points."

"Before my trip to the Six Continents of Annan, Elder Qingshui gave me this special gift."

"It's a pity that I don't have the chance to be a disciple of his old man~"

Speaking of this, Guo Poyun sighed softly, seeming a little regretful.

"I see."

Liu Yu nodded slightly.

This breath-condensing technique was indeed something extraordinary, which aroused some interest in him, but when he heard that he needed to contribute points to redeem it, his interest suddenly disappeared.

A certain number of contribution points can only be obtained by completing the tasks of the Commoner League.

If you want to redeem this secret breath gathering technique, you will definitely need to accumulate many missions, that is, you have to "work" for the Commoner League.

Liu Yu joined the Commoner League for his own cultivation. In the past few years, except for the mandatory mission once every five years, he has never taken the initiative to accept a mission.

At present, the combined use of several breath-condensing methods can meet the needs. Naturally, he cannot delay his own practice for a mere breath-condensing secret technique.

After the interlude, the two of them hid their cultivation until they were in the early and middle stages of the Golden Core and continued on their way, heading to the agreed-upon place openly.

Liao Yunxi and the remaining eight people also lowered their cultivation levels to reveal their whereabouts, and rushed to the agreed place from other directions.

Of course, everyone is disguised in terms of appearance, breath, cultivation, etc., so their identity will not be easily discovered.

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Luofu Mountain, the fourth level lower level Lingshan Mountain.

I don’t know why, but the spiritual energy around it is very thin, far below average.

Within a thousand miles, there are only three spiritual veins reaching the third level, and the number of immortal cultivators is relatively rare.

Moreover, the surrounding barren mountains and rivers are very unsuitable for human survival. The number of mortals is extremely rare, and even wild beasts can hardly find their whereabouts.

It is as if all the essence of a thousand miles around has been absorbed by "Luofu Mountain".

Because the mountain is scorched black and the soil is mostly gray-black, it is also called the "Black Mountain".

After careful consideration, Qian Ting built the Immortal Prison here.

The name of Black Mountain Immortal Prison also comes from this.

However, the so-called "thin spiritual energy" is only a relative term.

It is much thinner than other areas in the Central Region, but it is still not much different from the six Annan continents, and the spiritual energy is richer than Tiannan.

Under such circumstances, there are naturally many spiritual beings within a thousand miles of "Luofu Mountain".

It's just that compared to other areas, the spiritual objects around this mountain are mostly poisonous and are "poison attribute" spiritual objects.

Therefore, it also attracted some monks to come here to make a living, search for poisonous spiritual objects, sell them to people in need in other areas, and earn spiritual stones for cultivation.

Over time, many large and small gathering places for immortal cultivators were formed around Luofu Mountain.

However, due to resource constraints, these gathering places have never been able to develop.

The largest one is only medium-sized and cannot even build a fairy city.

Luofu Fang City is located between several resource points and is only more than 300 miles away from Luofu Mountain. It can be regarded as one of the largest gathering places for immortal cultivators in this area.

The gathering place agreed upon by Liu Yu and his party was this city.

The sun sets in the Western Mountains and has disappeared. The remaining bloody glow on the horizon seems to be its reluctant look back.

In the second half of Youshi, the sky is getting darker and night is about to cover the earth.

In the distant sky, two rays of light, one green and one yellow, appeared suddenly like stars.

And it approached Luofu Fang City at a high speed, and the escaping light became brighter and brighter. Finally, it landed outside Luofu Fang City, and two monks appeared.

The man was tall and tall, wearing a large black robe, with a hood covering most of his face. He had a sinister and mysterious temperament.

A discerning monk would know at one glance that he was not someone to get along with.

One person was wearing a brown and yellow robe, his face was sharply carved, and he had a striking black beard under his mouth.

This person is half a step behind. It can be seen from the details that his status and strength may not be as good as the mysterious monk in black robe.

"Luofu Fang City"

After landing, Liu Yu raised his hood and glanced at the city plaque.

There was a flash of thought in his dark eyes.

"We arrived at Luofu Fang City in three days. There are still two days left before the agreed five-day deadline. Other fellow Taoists should arrive soon."

"Fellow Taoist from the ancient city, let's enter Fang City first to find a place to stay, and then we can inquire about the news."

"Make sure there is nothing abnormal, then report the situation to the elders."

After landing, Guo Poyun observed his surroundings for a while, and then spoke through his spiritual consciousness.

Perhaps because of his rich experience in tasks, this person has very clear ideas and very mature ideas.

"According to Fellow Daoist Guo's words, let's do this."

Liu Yu nodded slightly, agreed to the other party's proposal, lifted his hood and walked slowly towards Fangshi.

Guo Poyun looked around, obviously wary, and followed closely.

"tread"

The two of them looked relaxed and slowly walked towards the entrance of Fangshi, turning a deaf ear to the sizing eyes of the monks around them.

Due to resource constraints, the level of immortality cultivation in Luofufang City is obviously much lower than that in Xunyang City.

As far as the eye can see, there are all low-level monks who are refining Qi and building foundations. Golden elixir monks are rare.

This kind of cultivation poses no threat to the two of them, so the pressure is naturally not great.

Two Jindan seniors came together, causing a small sensation among the low-level monks.

Awe and fear flashed in their eyes, and they all stayed away, fearing that disaster would fall from the sky.

As the night grew darker, the two of them entered Fangshi and began to look for a place to stay, such as an inn.

Strolling among the streets, Liu Yu looked around.

As far as the eye can see, street buildings and other facilities, Luofufang City is obviously much simpler than Fairy City.

Perhaps due to local characteristics, the architectural style is also very different from the mainstream in the Central Region. The color tends to be black and purple, which makes it look a bit gloomy and scary.

However, these naturally did not scare the two well-informed people. Liu Yu glanced around with a calm look in his eyes.

To him, this level of terror is nothing more than commonplace. The name "Old Demon Qingyang" is not for nothing.

Once the Ten Thousand Souls Banner comes out, most local monks will probably be frightened!

While walking, a noise suddenly came from somewhere in the city. Driven by curiosity, many monks rushed towards the source of the sound.

"Huh?"

Liu Yu paused, also a little curious.

Could there be some connection between such a big movement in public and what they do next?

Now that my identity has not been exposed and I have plenty of time, it doesn't hurt to go take a look.

Thinking like this, he said calmly:

"Go over and have a look."

"Yeah." Guo Poyun nodded, thinking that he should take a look, maybe he could collect useful information.

So the two of them turned around and followed the flow of people towards the source of the sound.

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Soon, Liu Yu and the two came to a relatively spacious square.

The square was already filled with all kinds of monks, forming a human wall blocking the view, making it difficult to see what was going on inside.

However, this situation will naturally not trouble them.

Without even making a sound, the low-level monks who sensed the golden elixir level spiritual pressure automatically gave way to a path.

"Two seniors, please go first."

Just like that, I successfully came to see the front line of onlookers.

Liu Yu and Liu Yu stood on the edge of the square, finally seeing clearly the situation in the square and understanding what happened.

In the center of the square, twenty-eight people were seen kneeling on the ground in a row, their hands and feet shackled.

There were men and women, their hair was disheveled, their faces were stained with blood, and their clothes were as ragged as if they were pieced together from strips of cloth.

The person with the highest realm is only at the peak of foundation building.

The aura emitted was extremely weak, and the magic power had been sealed, or the Dantian was broken.

Their eyes were dull and their skin was without a trace of blood. It was obvious that they had been tortured before.

In the four corners of the square, there are dozens of monks with sophisticated magical instruments, divided into small teams, with strict discipline and serious expressions.

Either maintaining order at the scene, or watching with eager eyes, the twenty-eight people were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Judging from the symbols on their cassocks, these people are all Qanting lackeys.

In addition, there is a "Jinwu Guard" wearing golden spiritual armor, and three Qianting Jindan officials, sitting behind the table to preside over the matter.

Guillotine, rope, hanger

Liu Yu glanced at the monks and then looked at the equipment in the square. Liu Yu instantly understood what happened.

Not surprisingly, this should be the scene where the "criminals" were executed by Ganting.

Seeing that the time had come, most of the monks in the city had also arrived. Jin Wuwei opened a volume of documents and began to speak in a majestic tone:

"The Purple Turban Thief disrupts the order in the Central Realm, destroys the unity of the human race, and openly confronts the heavenly soldiers of the Immortal Court."

"His heart is destructible and his crimes are so heinous that no matter how hard he dies, he will never be able to atone for his sins!"

"1. To poison all living beings and kill innocent monks wantonly. Countless comrades died as a result."

"2. Steal resources and spiritual objects, destructively exploit resource points, and make"

Jin Wuwei's voice was cold and ruthless, carrying the supreme majesty of Daqian Immortal Court and a hint of murderous intent, and spread to every corner of the square.

Without delay, he pointed out the identity of the monk who was executed and announced his crimes one by one.

A single crime is enough to take the lives of these monks.

If you add up all the charges, it would not be an exaggeration to say that you would be cut into pieces with a thousand swords and that your soul would be drained and refined. It is simply a heinous crime!

Of course, whether the charges are true or false, and whether they are consistent with the facts, the power of interpretation rests entirely with Qian Ting.

When Jin Wuwei announced the charges against the monks of the Purple Turban Army, the square fell silent and no one dared to speak. The majesty of Qianting was evident.

After one hundred thousand years of rule, this majesty has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and few monks dare to question it.

Even if you have doubts, you don't dare to ask them face to face, for fear of causing disaster.

"Purple Scarf Army monk?"

"According to Qingshui Zhenjun, won't the execution start in a year? There are still more than twenty days."

This doubt flashed through Liu Yu's mind.

Looking at Guo Poyun, the latter also shook his head slightly, indicating that he was also unclear.

The two fell into silence, quietly watching the execution process proceed step by step.

"Yes."

"What True Lord Qingshui said and what the Commoner League's mission was referring to were only the twenty-one golden elixirs."

"As for these ordinary members of the Purple Turban Army"

Thinking of this, a flash of understanding flashed in Liu Yu's heart.

Naturally, the Purple Scarf Army cannot only have high-level monks, the vast majority must be low-level monks who refine their Qi and build their foundation.

But in terms of value alone, when the quantity is the same, the latter is far from comparable to the former.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Commoners League and the senior officials of the Purple Turban Army, the latter were a group of "non-existent monks" from the moment they were captured.

"Rescuing these low-level monks may be in line with the ideas of the Commoner League and the Purple Turban Army."

"But in the current situation, it is not beneficial and may even make things worse."

"On the contrary, not saving it will be more conducive to the development of the remaining forces in Huaizhou."

From the perspective of interests, Liu Yu calmly analyzed the matter and directly saw through the essence.

It is not difficult to understand why he gave up the low-level monks and chose to rescue the high-level monks.

The twenty-one Golden Core cultivators are the middle-level backbone of the Purple Turban Army, and they are by no means a force that can be given up easily.

The value of the former far exceeds that of the latter.

These Jindan backbones were rescued and soon more peripheral members were developed to serve as the backbone of the fight against Qanting Holy Land.

The realization of lofty ideals is in the distant future, and now everything is the result of weighing the pros and cons.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through her mind, and Liu Yu shook her head slightly.

The voice of Jin Wuwei was still echoing in the square. Guo Poyun beside him sighed softly, opened his mouth, but finally did not speak.

Don't ruin the major affairs of the alliance just because of a moment of anger.

"What is justice?"

“Is it justice to draw a sword to help when there is injustice?”

"Is it justice to restore order when the world is unfair?"

“Is justice a process or an end result?”

"Which is more important?"

Listening to the Jinwu Guards with shining golden spiritual armors, describing the crimes of the Purple Turban Army one by one, Liu Yu had thousands of thoughts flashing in her heart, and she seriously thought about the issue of "justice".

But in the end, he shook his head.

In the world of immortality where the strong are respected, justice or not may not matter.

The right to define "justice" is never in the hands of thousands of monks, but is a weapon that belongs to the strong.

Under absolute strength, the "justice" recognized by thousands of monks can be easily distorted.

"Righteous actions may not necessarily bring good results."

"Violating Qian Ting's "justice" often results in eternal disaster."

"On the contrary, it is easier to gain a righteous reputation by cheating the world and stealing one's reputation, and even become famous throughout the ages."

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Looking at the twenty-eight members of the Purple Turban Army kneeling on the ground, looking miserable, Liu Yu secretly sighed in his heart.

Although the facts are not beautiful, they are the objective laws that exist in the world of immortality.

Just like killing people to seize treasures, in the perception of many monks, it is undoubtedly wrong and unfair.

But the fact is that as long as you are strong enough and handle your tricks well, you can often reap a lot of benefits.

This kind of benefit far exceeds the income from completing tasks step by step.

Beside him, Guo Poyun's breathing was a little disordered, and he had obviously considered rescuing him.

But if that happens, it will definitely alert the enemy, which is not conducive to the next action.

So in the end, he chose to remain silent and just stood quietly on the edge of the square watching.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten breaths passed, and the charges were announced one by one, and the Jinwu Guards also completed their mission of promoting the majesty of the Immortal Court.

"Do you know your guilt?!"

Finally, he shouted sharply.

With the supreme majesty of Daqian Immortal Court, he released spiritual pressure at the late stage of Jindan, and pressed towards the twenty-eight people who had lost the power to resist.

"boom"

Invisible spiritual pressure pressed on his body, and Twenty-Eight, who lost his magic power, suddenly became unsteady on his knees, fell to the ground and staggered around, looking extremely embarrassed.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers had different expressions.

Most of the people working for a living in Luofu Fang City were homeless cultivators. They had heard of the deeds of the Purple Turban Army and did not quite believe the charges listed by Jin Wuwei.

So they felt more or less sympathetic.

It's just that due to the majesty of Qian Ting, he didn't dare to show it in front of the monks of Qian Ting, for fear of being regarded as an accomplice.

A small number of them are sect monks who happened to travel to the local area.

Or he may be a family monk whose family owns property in Luofufang City and happens to be guarding the shop here.

These two types of monks naturally enjoy the benefits brought by the sect family. Naturally, it is difficult to have any favorable impressions of an organization like the Purple Turban Army that harms the interests of the sect family.

Therefore, most of their faces have expressions of happiness, hostility, indifference, etc.

But in the square, the miserable-looking members of the Purple Turban Army who were crushed to the ground by the golden elixir spirit did not give in.

Even though there was burning pain in his body, even though his body was as heavy as a ton of weight, even though he couldn't use any of his magic power.

But in their dim eyes, there was unwillingness and ridicule, but no surrender or fear!

For the ideals and justice in my heart, I took action and took up the magic weapon to fight against Qanting Holy Land. Does the result really matter?

"If you want to incriminate yourself, why bother?"

"How can we be guilty of doing this without justice?!"

A member of the Purple Turban Army, whose face was covered in blood and whose cultivation was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, seemed to be an elite member of the Purple Turban Army, raised his head and let out a deafening roar.

Although there is no gorgeous rhetoric, these ordinary words seem to contain some inexplicable power.

It makes many casual cultivators feel as if something has been touched in their hearts.

Really impressive!

With a roar, as if he had exhausted all his strength, the member of the Purple Turban Army laughed silently, his eyes filled with regret and ridicule.

The traitor who abandons his faith will not stand here.

Being able to be escorted to the square for execution, to a certain extent, they are all members of the Purple Turban Army with the strongest beliefs.

The square remained silent, but Jin Wuwei, who was presiding over the matter, seemed to be offended and a little angry in his heart.

How dare a low-level monk collide with a high-level monk? !

Just arguing with a low-level monk would be embarrassing regardless of victory or defeat, and it would be a bit embarrassing if it was spread to the ears of colleagues.

After taking a deep look at the roaring member of the Purple Turban Army, Jin Wuwei finally chose not to care about the dead man and just said coldly:

"The time has come for execution!"

The cold and solemn voice clearly spread throughout the square, making all the monks feel refreshed.

"Yes, sir!"

The Qianting execution monks who were on standby at any time immediately accepted the order after hearing this.

When two people came out of the crowd, they picked up two members of the Purple Turban Army and walked quickly to the guillotine.

"tread"

The sound of heavy footsteps sounded in the ears of some casual cultivators, like the sound of death striking the soul.

In this extremely oppressive environment, even if they have some thoughts in their hearts, they can only be buried in their hearts at this moment and gradually extinguished as time goes by.

Without him, a single cultivator facing Qanting Holy Land and an entire vested interest group would be too insignificant.

Even if you resist, the strength is insignificant, it is just like a cricket shaking a tree.

"be honest!"

It was dark, and two execution monks forced two members of the Purple Turban Army under the guillotine, and they shouted loudly before taking action.

But at this moment, a fire suddenly appeared in the distance!

Accompanied by bursts of heat waves, the space temperature rose rapidly, and more than a dozen red fireballs shot from a distance, shooting straight at dozens of people.

The attack from the Golden Core cultivator, even the ordinary fireball technique, contains terrifying power, which makes the low-level cultivator feel chilled.

"咻咻~"

However, he was already on guard, and Brother Qian Ting reacted quickly, and Jin Wuwei and the other four Jin Dan took action immediately.

"Bang bang bang bang"

The next moment, several magic weapon-level powers appeared one after another, and each magic weapon was shot out like lightning, followed by a dense roar.

Under the dim sky, the red firelight kept flickering, and bursts of sparks shot out.

The sudden attack was easily blocked by the Qanting Sijindan led by Jin Wuwei.

At this time, waves of golden elixir spiritual pressure appeared one after another, and five rays of light quickly approached the square.

The leader was dressed in gray clothes, his skin was as yellow as wheat, and his two eyebrows were as bright red as flames.

However, most of the monks did not pay attention to the appearance of the visitor, and focused on the purple armband on his left arm.

All five of them wore purple armbands on their left arms.

The armband has a lilac background with a golden sword and book logo embroidered on it.

Purple Turban Army!

When they saw the symbol on the purple armband, this word came to mind among the monks watching.

Then they seemed to realize something and scrambled to disperse away from the square.

The five golden elixir masters from the Purple Turban Army came here for an obvious purpose. They did not want to be affected by the upcoming fight.

"snort!"

"You guys were lucky enough to escape last time, but you dare to risk your life?"

"If you don't take the road to heaven, there will be no way to hell to break in."

"This time, you are not so lucky."

"Red Eyebrow, suffer death!"

This Jinwu guard seemed to be an old acquaintance of the red-browed monk. He snorted and made bold words, as if he had already secured victory.

After sending the message, he led the three people without saying a word and immediately greeted the five approaching Purple Turban Army members.

The next moment, the two sides were fighting each other.

“Bang bang bang!!!”

Under the dim sky, there were endless roars that never stopped for a moment.

"Bang bang"

"Wow"

Aftershocks spread all over the place, and in the blink of an eye, the area around the square was devastated, and the originally neat buildings collapsed in pieces.

Under the fighting skills of the nine golden elixirs, there is a tendency to turn into ruins.

Feeling the terrifying fighting power in the air, the low-level monks were terrified, fearing that it would affect them.

A fight of this level, even if it is only affected by the aftermath, may cause serious injuries to low-level monks.

Once seriously injured, the consequences of being in chaos will be unimaginable!

It didn't take long for the square, which was originally crowded with people, to become empty.

Liu Yu and Guo Poyun also left among the scattered crowds, pausing under an inconspicuous roof to watch the fight in the square.

"Aren't you afraid of making such a big fuss because of these low-level members?"

Looking at the top of the square, Liu Yu frowned.

"Perhaps this is a spontaneous action by only a small number of members."

"The Huaizhou movement failed. The top leaders of the Purple Turban Army in this continent have withdrawn, and the original contact information is invalid."

"After that battle, the members of the Purple Turban Army who did not evacuate Huaizhou in time may have lost contact with the higher-ups."

"In this way, we can explain the somewhat contradictory behavior at the moment."

Staring at the battlefield, he noticed that there were only five golden elixirs coming. Thinking about the message from Lord Qingshui, he thought silently.

Although the number of golden elixirs is dominant, this place is not far from the Black Mountain Immortal Prison, only about three hundred miles away, and Qanting reinforcements will arrive soon.

There are also dozens of low-level monks forming a formation, which can also slightly restrain some of the energy of the five people.

In addition, Qianting monks have sophisticated magic weapons and their combat power is generally higher than that of ordinary monks. Five against four may not necessarily have an advantage.

Moreover, Qianting is very powerful, and several Jindan monks in Fang City may not intervene in this fight.

Liu Yu was very unfavorable about the actions of the five people and had no intention of helping.

He will not harm his own interests for the sake of vague ideals and so-called "justice". He just wants to get through this mission.

The glow of the distant horizon disappeared, and night officially descended on the sky and the earth.

"boom!!!"

In the sky, the roar of the battle between the two sides continued.

As expected by Liu Yu, the Purple Scarf Army's Five Golden Pills, headed by the Hong-browed Monk, could only draw a draw against the Qianting Four Golden Pills, headed by Jin Wuwei.

As time goes by, the situation becomes increasingly unfavorable.

In various corners of the square, several golden elixir auras fluctuated, seemingly intending to intervene in the battle.

If he hadn't been afraid of the Purple Turban Army's retaliation, he might have been unable to hold back at this time.

But if they don't take action, the court will hold them accountable afterwards, and it's hard to say how long they will hesitate.

"Fellow Taoist from Ancient City, given the current situation, can I wait?"

The current situation was not favorable for the Purple Turban Army. Guo Poyun showed a rare trace of anxiety on his face and hesitated to speak.

After all, to a certain extent, these are all "comrades" who share the same goals.

He really didn't want to see so many comrades lose their lives here, making the sacrifice meaningless.

"It's not appropriate to create unruly affairs at this time, lest it ruin major events in the alliance."

“It’s all about the overall situation.”

Without even thinking about it, Liu Yu used the reason of "the overall situation is the most important" to put an end to the idea of ​​taking action against this person and continued to wait and see what would happen.

"These five people robbed the law field. From another perspective, it may not be a bad thing."

"Perhaps this operation was canceled at the last minute just to scare the enemy away?"

Watching the battle with his hands behind his back, this thought crossed his mind.

Rushing to the execution ground to rescue his comrades, it was only more than three hundred miles away from the Black Mountain Immortal Prison, and reinforcements from Qianting could arrive at any time. It could be said that he was risking his life.

Liu Yu did admire this kind of behavior, but he couldn't agree with it.

"Belief is indeed a bit scary if it cannot be curbed in time."

"It changes people's behavior, does all kinds of things that go against common sense, and sacrifices its own interests and even lives."

Looking at the Purple Turban Army monk who was in danger but still had no idea of ​​retreating, he looked extremely solemn.

The survival of the fittest has led to reproduction until now, and the selfish instinct is engraved in the blood of all people.

But faith suppresses instinct and makes people forget about life and death.

Realizing the impact of "faith" on individuals, Liu Yu felt a little vigilant and reminded herself to pay attention to this impact.

As time went by, the red-browed monk and the other five members of the Purple Turban Army were not only unable to defeat the five Jinwu Guards, but instead gradually fell into a disadvantage due to their sharp magic weapons.

In the blink of an eye, another ten breaths passed, and the Jindan monks in Luofufang City finally couldn't sit still and completely fell to Qian Ting's side.

"The thief shall die!"

As bursts of golden elixir spiritual pressure emerged, several voices sounded throughout the city at the same time, as if they had been agreed upon.

Immediately, the magical weapons and spells rose up and attacked the Purple Turban Army monks who were fighting. Colorful auras shone in the sky.

For the monks of the Purple Turban Army, the situation is extremely critical, and the annihilation of the entire army seems to be close at hand!

But at this critical moment, something new happened!

A darkness that was difficult to discern with the naked eye suddenly appeared in the south of Fang City. Under the cover of the pitch-black night, it silently spread towards the four Qianting monks.

PS: To make up for the 2,000 words missing from the update on October 14th, start from the front, otherwise it will be difficult to calculate.