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"Master..."

Chu night Ning chopped down a golden enchantment, the enchantment lit up, and suddenly pushed the corpses away several feet. Then he dropped three protective enchantments in the long steps, in front of the hall, and in the gaps between the stone gates. Then he pulled Mo Ran back.

"Stop first."

The ink burned with anxiety and said: "Master's barrier in Jiaoshan will not last long! Master, why is this necessary!"

Chu Wanning's eyes were like blue frost and purple lightning. He gritted his teeth, pushed Mo Ran hard, and pushed him back into the hall: "You are injured all over and you are going to die. Go back and meditate! Master Mingjing!"

"Master, I am here."

Chu night Ning volleyed and nodded fiercely: "Heal him."

The teacher nodded: "Yes, Master."

Mo Ran held down the hand stretched out by Shi Mo and said to Chu Wanning, who had already turned his back: "It's just a skin injury. Master, your barrier here can only support the effort of a stick of incense. It will also consume a lot of your spiritual power, you..."

Chu night rather than looking back, stood in the sky: "Then I will support the effort of this stick of incense."

Mo Ran wanted to speak again, but was pulled by Shi Mo. Shi Mo's cold hands touched his skin, rolled up his sleeves for him, and began to cast healing spells. Mo Ran met his eyes, and he looked at him silently. Mo Ran shook his head, then lowered his eyes and focused on his own spell.

Chu Wanning said: "Xue Meng."

"Yes, Master."

"If I can't hold it any longer, you go up. Don't hold on too hard. If you feel you're a little out of your depth, just switch to the Lord."

Xue Zhengyong said hurriedly: "Okay, it would be better to take turns."

Chu nightning continued to transport his spiritual power to the three-layer barrier, and said: "There is another thing to trouble the Lord."

"you say."

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth and said: "Ask those losers hiding behind, except for those who are not good at fighting in close combat with Taxue Palace and Gu Yueye, let them come over if they can fight!"

"...What if they don't come?"

Chu Wanning said: "Then break the palace gate and sit on the ground waiting to die. You see they can't get through."

Xue Zhengyong stumbled past, and Nangong Si Zheng stared at the half-lock on his hand with a sullen face, not knowing what to do or why the ban under the first generation leader was suddenly broken.

Logically speaking, as long as Nangong Changying gives the order, no one can change the evil dragon spirit. How could it suddenly happen...

Xue Zhengyong asked those who could handle it to go over and deal with it. Ye Wangxi said, "I'll do it."

Nangong Si immediately came back to his senses, and he held her back: "How can you, a girl, -"

However, Ye Wangxi stared at the group of obedient disciples in Jiangdong Hall, looking at his disciples, and said coldly: "Even if there are only two people in the Confucian Feng Sect, they are not greedy for life and afraid of death."

The middle-aged female cultivators who had previously ridiculed her daughter for being young now remained silent and focused their attention elsewhere, not looking at Ye Wangxi's face.

In this way, Xue Zhengyong gathered some people and was suddenly stunned for a moment: "Hanxue? Why don't you... no, no, no, you are not good at this kind of thing, you go back."

Mei Hanxue seemed to be cool and cold today, and said: "Uncle, don't worry, I know what's going on and I won't play tricks."

Xue Zhengyong looked at the master of Taxue Palace and saw that the master had no objection, so he had no choice but to let Mei Hanxue join this group of people.

Jiang Xi frowned and said, "Are you just going to resist like this? It would be better to leave some people who are suitable for close combat and go to the back hall to check the situation."

Xue Zhengyong said: "We should deal with it for a while first to see if we can repair the machine. It would be best to go together. If we can't repair it, we can only divide into two groups, one to resist and the other to go to the back hall to check the situation. "

Jiang Xi said: "...That's fine. But who knows how to repair a machine?"

At this time, a hand was raised tremblingly. The owner of the village, Ma Yun, who had just been scolded by Jiang Xi like a shrinking bastard, stuck out his head and said weakly: "This, this technical work of the agency, I, I I think I can still give it a try.”

Jiang Xi was both angry and funny: "Then why don't you go quickly?"

Ma Yun pulled Nangong Si and stumbled away. Xue Zhengyong also led the fighting team away.

Jiang Xi turned around, looked around and at the hall that was divided into two parts, transformed into purgatory and nine heavens, and fell into deep thought.

His eyes swept over the Zhenlong chess pieces, which were still laughing and chatting, or being tortured on the other side, and finally landed on Nangong Liu, who had been squatting beside a basket of oranges.

He felt very strange.

Why didn't Nangong Liu or the other chess pieces in this hall explode like the corpses outside and get up to kill?

If Xu Shuanglin controlled these Zhenlong chess pieces in the palace at this moment and started to attack, they would be destined to be stretched thin and fall into internal and external troubles.

Why doesn't he do it?

Don't want to do it?

Or...can't do it?

Jiang Xi was surprised, but Mo Ran was not surprised at all.

He could clearly sense that the Zhenlong Bureau in the palace had completely retained the tempers, obsessions, and even some memories of these puppets during their lifetimes. They were completely different from the zombies controlled by the "Common Heart Formation" outside. Inappropriate metaphor, the zombies outside are just marionettes, but the ones inside are all living dead with independent personalities.

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