When the ancient wilderness appeared, the sword was clear and the elders of Juejian were all entrenched in it. It was already approaching midnight.
But everyone was worried, anxious, full of urgency and helplessness.
"My little friend, you are finally back. Something happened, something big happened!"
Jian Mingkong saw Guhuang's figure appearing at the door of the restaurant. He was the first to stand up, his eyes full of urgency, and he looked like he was about to be in disaster.
"Elder Jian, Elder Wan, and Senior Beixuan, why are you all here?"
"Don't worry, tell me if you have anything to do."
Guhuang's figure walked into the restaurant and calmed everyone's emotions on the spot. It was obvious that the Assassin Brotherhood had spread the news about the deceased. But what puzzled Guhuang was that these people did not go to the family and sect for help. , everyone gathered in his restaurant, maybe they wanted him to take action.
"My friend, you know the news about the Assassin Brotherhood! Now the wasteland of Three Million Miles has been shrouded in fog."
"And the fog is spreading outside, and it will take at most three days to cover Xuanyang City."
"Some people saw thirteen pyramids descending from the depths of the mist, and were afraid that the thirteen pharaohs from the underworld would come out in force."
"The eldest lady has gone deep into it an hour ago. Now her life and death are unknown, and her whereabouts are unknown!"
"My little friend, what should we do now?"
Wan Jiukong looked deeply at Guhuang, his heart filled with helplessness. If the eldest lady really died in the mist, I'm afraid that none of them would be able to survive.
Even if we ask for help from the Yuanshi Sword Sect and mobilize strong men, it will take at least three days.
By then, the day lilies will be cold. Now they are gathered here, and Guhuang is their only hope.
¡°I don¡¯t know why, for such a big thing, several of them thought of him almost at the same time.
Although they have not been in contact for a long time, Guhuang has a way of turning decay into magic. Perhaps it is because it has created too many impossibilities that they have been completely convinced.
"Wan Lao, why are you telling me this?"
"Do you think I can stop the attack of the dead, or can I save the lives of this city?"
"I'm just a king, with some special means, but facing the nearly endless number of dead, I really can't help."
"As for Zi Li, I really want to help her, but there's really no way I can help her?"
"If there is even the slightest chance, I will try to save your face, but I will not sit idly by."
"What you should do now is to contact the three tribes and the city lord, and there is no other way but to ask for help from high-level forces."
"If you can't bear the loss of life in Xuanyang City, then spread the news!"
"I'm just the young master of Tianxu Palace, and I have no way to solve things here."
?? Guhuang politely refused. If it was really just a conquest by the Thirteen Pharaohs, would it be nothing at all?
The dead are indeed terrifying, but it is not that there is no way to solve it. It just involves the country of the dead, and there are strong men comparable to the Martial Ancestor-level beings.
Even if they are just projected, they can still kill everyone in front of them. This is not the same magnitude at all.
Piaomiao Mountain wishes they could be destroyed.
"My little friend, do you thinkis there really nothing you can do?"
"Billions of living creatures! Even if we want to abandon the city, we can't evacuate them all within three days."
"Xuanyang City is the center of this world. If Xuanyang City is occupied, the dead can march straight in and attack from all sides."
¡°My little friend, for such a big matter, didn¡¯t you ask your Tianxu Palace for help?¡±
Jian Mingkong sighed deeply, his heart full of helplessness. The strategic position of Xuanyang City was too important, and it was absolutely impossible for it to fall into the hands of the dead.
What Zi Li said is right, this is a war, a life and death battle between the dead and the living.
No one can retreat, because they can¡¯t retreat even if they want to. They can retreat for a while, but they can¡¯t retreat forever.
??Everyone can understand the reason why the lips are dead and the teeth are cold.
" If Xuanyang City falls into the hands of the dead, the first one to bear the brunt is the Yuanshi Sword Sect, but the combat power that the Yuanshi Sword Sect can mobilize is only about 50,000.
Facing the endless dead, it¡¯s just a drop in the bucket, and now they want to borrow the power behind the ancient wilderness.
"Tianxu Palace, so what if we come."
"Being able to barely hold back a pharaoh is the limit. To deal with?Invaded by force. "
"Elder Jian, please go and come back early!"
Guhuang took out a jar of Demonic Ape Divine Brew and threw it into Jian Mingkong's hands in an instant. This was the limit of what he could do at present.
But there was one thing he really couldn¡¯t figure out. What was hidden in Wuyuan Supreme¡¯s dojo? Why did Hades launch a massive attack and almost all the Thirteen Pharaohs came out?
And where is the Wuyuan Supreme, and how much power the deceased has accumulated over the years.
Such an unscrupulous and blatant attack is so unlike the behavior of Hades. They are just a bunch of cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death.
The one who is loyal to someone is not an emperor, so why do you do it to such an extent?
Are you trying to cover up something? If the mist of the underworld is not bad as expected, it must be the evil of the abyss, which has a devastating attack on living beings.
There should be a hidden passage to the underworld in Wuyuan Supreme's dojo, or it might have been forcibly torn apart by the ancestor of the dead who awakened and used great supernatural powers.
"Thank you!"
"Everyone, if unfortunately I die, you can each run for your life!"
"We have no chance of winning this war."
"Farewell."
Jian Mingkong looked at everyone, his expression became extremely solemn, and he had already begun to decide to die.
If Zili cannot be saved, she will simply be buried in the wilderness.
"Wan Lao, we are going back to make preparations."
"This is a war, and this is the foundation of our Beixuan clan."
"We have no way to retreat"
Beixuan swung his sword towards everyone and clasped his fists, his face full of determination. No matter how fierce the deceased was, the Beixuan clan would never take a step back.
Elder Juejian also left, and only Guhuang and Wan Jiukong were left in Nuo Da¡¯s restaurant.
¡°Plop!¡±
Wan Jiukong instantly knelt in front of Guhuang, but Guhuang looked surprised and stepped forward to help Wan Jiukong up, but Wan Jiukong sighed, full of deep pleading.
"My dear friend, I have lived for four thousand and seven hundred years. I have lived in humble circumstances all my life, but no matter how difficult it was, I never bowed to others, let alone begged for mercy."
"Until I met you, even though it was only for a few days, I know that everything is given."
"My little friend, I don't know who you are? What is your purpose?"
"I just ask you to save the eldest lady's life" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com