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Ye Wangxi caught a glimpse of several coffins that had been blasted open by spiritual power during the fierce battle. There were only clothes inside, and there were roughly human figures. Her adoptive father was like a cunning rabbit, leaving them a calm and calm "Comb of Loyalty." , in fact, they had already summoned the corpses in the tomb and hid them in the dark, just to wait for them to reach the highest point and mobilize the "high-level disciples tomb" in front to kill them from the front and flank them from behind.

He has set the net and they are the fish in the net.

Ye Wangxi found Mo Ran in the melee: "Master Mo!"

Mo Ran was fighting with the five corpses. When he heard Ye Wangxi's voice, he suddenly raised his head and said anxiously: "How--"

"Like" hasn't been uttered yet, he already knew the answer when he saw Ye Wangxi's face.

Mo Ran secretly cursed, and it happened that a zombie bit his arm at this time. He couldn't shake it off. In anger, he simply stretched his hand into the zombie's mouth, his eyes were fierce, and he used his hands hard to bite the zombie alive. His slippery tongue was torn out!

"Ouch!"

Black blood flowed and spattered, and the zombie could no longer bite him. He elbowed him in the chest and fell to the ground.

The ink-burning black eyes were terrifyingly bright, with a ferocious expression. When she looked at Ye Wangxi again, she shuddered involuntarily. But she immediately stabilized herself and said, "I want you to retreat as soon as possible and wait for him at the foot of the mountain!"

Mo Ran nodded, and the amplification technique spread his voice throughout the melee in an instant.

"Don't be obsessed with fighting. Let's all go to the foot of the mountain. Everyone retreat to the foot of the mountain."

Huang Xiaoyue was immediately anxious: "We were already prepared to fight Xu Shuanglin to the death. This scene before us was already expected. How can we retreat now?"

Mo Ran doesn't care about him at all. People die for money and birds die for food. Huang Xiaoyue wants to rush to the top of the mountain with all his strength so that he can touch the rare treasures hidden in the Confucian Fengmen Ancestral Temple. That is the old man's own business. He still repeated sternly: "Anyone who doesn't want to die, get down the mountain! Now! Get down!"

Although these servant corpses were not powerful in combat, they were not the corpses of civilians on Huangshan Mountain who had no power to restrain their bodies. Moreover, their numbers were staggering, and they were not afraid of pain. They came up one after another. By the time everyone retreated to the foot of the mountain, they were already there. More than ten monks were killed in the battle.

Of course, Huang Xiaoyue also retreated. He also knew that with his own ability, he would never be able to reach the top of the mountain alone.

But he sneered with a shaved beard and said: "Master Mo, this is great. You were the one who said he wanted to come to Jiaoshan, and you were the one who told us to retreat halfway through the fight. You are really capable. What should we do now? How about you take the lead and we follow you out of the barrier in despair?"

In his last life, this grandson couldn't carry enough shoes for the Immortal Emperor. Even if he killed him, his hands would be dirty. In this life, it is because Mo Ran is no longer the Lord of Darkness and has become a pure and upright grandmaster, so he cannot be seen in public. Slap him on the ear.

But Mo Ran can choose to ignore him at all.

Huang Xiaoyue was about to speak again when he suddenly saw a billowing cloud of smoke rising in front of him. It turned out to be Nangong Si riding the demon lang Nao Baijin who had re-transformed into his true body, galloping towards him like the wind. Behind him were hundreds of high-level disciples of the Confucian Feng Sect, Huang Xiaoyue took a first look and said in surprise: "Oh, it's terrible! I've fallen into a trap!"

Mo Ran narrowed his eyes and thought, this old guy finally came to his senses and knew that this was an ambush set by Xu Shuanglin, so he was not too stupid.

However, the second half of Huang Xiaoyue's sentence was: "Nangong Si! You are so brave! You actually gathered the remnants of the Rufeng Sect in Jiaoshan. Do you want to fight against the other sects?"

Mo Ran: "..."

Nangong Si squatted low on the demon wolf and ran for the road. Nao Baijin was as fast as an arrow leaving the string, throwing the chasing corpses behind him farther and farther away. At this time, Huang Xiaoyue realized that he had misunderstood him, but he did not feel guilty at all. Instead, he stared at the zombies that were approaching them like water lines with wide eyes, and his throat trembled.

Nangong Si rushed into the crowd, jumped down from the demon wolf, stuffed the quiver into Ye Wangxi's arms, and gasped: "There are still arrows left, return them to you first, you take everyone with you, and then Evacuate.”

Ye Wangxi was relieved when she heard the first half of the sentence, but the second half made her suddenly raise her head and stare at Nangong Si's face: "What are you going to do?"

"A little thing."

Huang Xiaoyue watched from the side as the high-level disciples of the Confucian Feng Sect were getting closer and closer. Seeing that they were about to fight against these heroes of the Confucian Feng Sect who had passed away a hundred years ago, his palms sweated and he turned around and yelled: "Nangong Si! You are so harmful. Thing! Just like your father! Why do you want to lure all these monsters to us? Do you want us to kill the enemy for you? "

Seeing that Nangong Si didn't look at him or say a word, Huang Xiaoyue became even more furious and said in a trembling voice: "Okay, I finally know what your plan is - you are afraid that you won't be able to reach the top of the mountain alone. You can't get the treasures and wealth that your father left for you, so you led a group of us to your broken mountain to open a way for you! Nangong Si! You have such a vicious mind!"

Seeing that his words were getting more and more exaggerated, Xue Zhengyong, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but frowned and said, "Okay, Taoist Huang, please stop saying a few words."

"Say less? Why should I say less?" Huang Xiaoyue doesn't pay attention to Xiaxiu Realm at all. Normally, he would probably be calmer and take Xue Zhengyong's face into consideration, but at this critical moment, how can he have anything else? With his pretense in mind, he pointed at Nangong Si and cursed, "He is indeed the son of an evil beast, with the heart of a tiger! You actually used such celebrities and heroes to clear the roadblocks for you! Where did you get your face?"

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