The screams roared past, followed by hail pouring down the sky.

The soldiers got into the tent one after another, but those who had no time to enter were beaten with a bruised nose and swollen eyes, and some of them were beaten to the point of bleeding from their heads.

The bonfires were extinguished, and the boiled broth was splashed, making a "chi" sound, and the heat rose, but it disappeared instantly.

Guzi Hua couldn't help but squeezed her sword tightly, and also flashed into the tent, temporarily avoiding this extreme weather.

The military camp was dark.

Outside the tent, there was a rumbling sound.

Suddenly,

The voice of a soldier exclaimed.

"What is that..."

"What sound?"

"What..."

Chaos and the screams of fear suddenly sounded, accompanied by the "slam" of metal swords and weapons, and the dull sound of hail hitting the thick cowhide cloth in the tent, showing a panic in the darkness.

On the earth, or in the storm of wind and hail in the middle of the night, a strange sound of crushing and slow rubbing sound sounded, as if thousands of people were holding long swords and slashing the metal ground heavily, making a strange sound that made people feel panic and their eardrums were about to be torn apart.

Guzi Hua took a deep breath, luck was used to fight the sword, and her agile long legs were tight and tight, and she had already rushed out of the tent.

But as soon as she went out, she felt a terrible strong wind blowing towards her.

She was hit hard by a broken tree and flew backwards.

Hua Guzi's qi is still there, so he can still protect his body.

She suddenly landed on the ground, her feet as if they were rooted on the ground, holding a sword in front of her, and at the same time, she activated the Qi-seeking technique.

black.

Pure black.

The viscous and ink-like demonic aura exploded in front of her retina.

Before she could take a closer look, she felt the strong wind rushing again.

Crown from all directions.

Kakka...

Almost in an instant, Aunt Hua was washed into the air, and the protective energy was shattered one after another.

If the life cultivation loses the protective energy, then only the body will be left to resist the invasion.

But how could a little Taoist nun like Gu Nu Zi resist the raging force at this time?

Gu Guzi Hua was almost dead without even seeing who the enemy was, and where the strong wind came from.

Her body fell from mid-air, but suddenly stopped.

Guzi Hua felt something behind her, and her white Taoist robe was picked up by that thing.

She was like falling into an ice cave and could not move at all.

Aunt Hua closed her eyes and began to wait for death.

But strangely, the thing behind her seemed to be just picking her up and looking at her back.

After looking at it for a while, she felt that her body was casually abandoned by a force and she threw it back into the tent.

She rolled a few times, her whole body fell apart, rolled up with the bedding, and the sword had already fallen outside.

The night is very quiet.

At first, there were also the wailing sounds of fear of the soldiers.

Not long after... nothing sounded.

Aunt Hua knew that all the hundreds of soldiers had been destroyed.

She is probably the only one who survived the entire camp.

So...

What saved her.

Guzi Hua thought hard, and suddenly... she remembered that behind her white robe, the mark of the Wudang Tai Chi Palace was embroidered.

Aunt Hua suddenly realized, and a bitter smile appeared on her red lips.

It turns out that this is the remaining power of the immortal a few days ago.

Riding a tiger and holding a sword across the river, the light of one sword is shining ten thousand miles...

Even if the people were gone, the building was empty, and the remaining power still shocked these crazy demons and did not dare to kill the Wudang disciples.

What a style and how domineering it is.

She was unable to move, so she could only barely support her body and look into the distance, wondering what was going on with the head teacher.

...

...

Yu Qingzhu felt that she was targeted.

Or, this is a dead end.

From the outside, Chenyin Mountain is still cold and dark, but once you enter, you will find that the water vapor here is extremely large.

As long as someone lights the torch, the torch will be extinguished immediately.

If Fu Xiu wants to take out the talisman paper, the talisman paper will instantly be soaked in water and will no longer be used.

As for setting up an incense burner and drawing temporary talismans, it is simply impossible.

After she brought twenty disciples into the mountain, she thought about meeting with real man Peng Keng first.

But soon, she found that let alone meeting, even walking out of here became a difficult task.

The place close to her is like a maze, she kept circled around it but couldn't break through... It seemed like something was staring at her, locking her, but not coming to find her.

This is the depth of the sacrifice of the flesh and blood demon body, the depth of the mountain disaster... It is a strange place where countless corpses stacked ignite the incense of three pillars, reaching the sky, connecting Xu Yao.

In this place where the demonic energy is so strong that it can almost give people a bath, Xia Ji can definitely kill three bowls of rice, and then start to think about whether this symbol is in line with normal behavior.

But for Taoists, this is simply an extremely disadvantageous environment.

In short, here they are suppressed, while the goblins get amplification.

One is rising and the other is getting worse, and the fact that it is deliberately targeted and cannot use the talisman is simply a dead end.

In fact, Yu Qingzhu can't be blamed for this matter, because he hasn't encountered such a catastrophe in hundreds or thousands of years... Human experience is simply not enough to support their proper response.

She is already a monster if she can still remain calm without any slack.

At this time, she was also the spiritual pillar of the twenty disciples.

No matter how panicked those disciples were, as long as they saw the head sect Yun Danfengqing look, they would always recover.

Suddenly...

Master Qingzhu stopped.

Twenty Wudang disciples were also in an instant, and they were surrounded by swords. The talisman cultivator was inside and the sword cultivator was outside, forming a circle of thorns.

Everyone's eyes were staring in the distance.

In the fog, the outline of a woman was revealed.

White robe, sword-bearing, dull face and long hair flying.

Master Qingzhu's pupils suddenly contracted, and the other twenty disciples also showed surprise.

The twenty disciples were surprised that this seemed to be the newly acquired disciple of the sect. They lived in the valley behind the palace on weekdays. Although they were not even the Taoist priest of the candle, they seemed to have a special identity.

Master Qingzhu was surprised that how could this palace maid named "Mingshan Tong" appear here and find her so easily?

Mingshantong saw the group opposite, took out a wooden sign as identity certificate from his waist, and said, "See the head teacher."

Master Qingzhu waved.

Mingshan Tong knew it and threw the wooden sign over, and at the same time sent a message: "Xia Ji asked me to come."

Master Qingzhu checked and threw it back. She knew that the palace maid who was left in Wudang was hidden, so she said, "Shan Tong... can you find a way to penetrate the core of this mountain disaster?"

Mingshantong showed a strange look, and his eyes swept through the many disciples behind her, saying, "Yes."
Chapter completed!