"Master, do we have to go?" Yu Gui, a disciple of Er Feng, cried and looked back at the way.

Originally quiet and peaceful bamboo forest, now it is killing sound and shaking the sky.

The heart of the two hundred disciples was burning like a fire, with tears and hatred in their eyes.

"Go!" Yang Wurong shook his head and rushed to the ancestral hall with 200 disciples. It's only when we are in danger that we know that there is such a special channel in the clan. Otherwise, we should take the children with us. This time, the children are alone. It's heartbreaking to think about it

"Second martial uncle!" Chen Hanzi bit her lower lip and cried.

"Don't cry!" Yang Wurong cried out in tears, "don't disappoint the wishes of the patriarch and the two leaders. We must live a strong life! Live, there is hope! Shenshuizong, as long as we have! Shenshuizong will not be destroyed! "

"Yes! The water god will not die! "

How hard is the way forward! They won't flinch!

Even if it is covered with thorns and dark thorns, it is full of ravines and deep cuts! Even if you climb all the way, you should try your best to climb down!

Because each of them carries the life of more than 800 disciples of Shenshui sect!

Eight hundred disciples have one heart and one life!

Shenshuizong will not perish! Latter Lammas!

When the patriarch orders to open the rune array, when a moon cage covers 200 disciples, a string of mysterious transparent runes, like the twinkling star Xuan, flow around them.

Everyone towards the direction of the bamboo forest, boxing a salute, silently saying with tears: you teachers and sisters, there will be a future!

With a slight shock, the temple recovered its peace in a moment.

Liu Yizhi coughed, coughed and panted. He killed the disciples of Shenshui sect all the way. When he rushed to the main peak of the sect, he was blocked by a water column.

He couldn't help squinting and laughing. "The lower kingdom is really a magical place. A small Shenshui sect, is there someone who controls the water spirit? There is no holy water on you! "

Murong nettle sneered at him, "you can try it! I know if it's here. "

They are like two meteors breaking through the sky. Suddenly, they make a sudden move to each other. The whooshing Xuan force leads to the explosion of cyclones around them.

At the same time, Hong Jinchuan is leading many disciples of the second mansion to kill the disciples of Shenshui sect, and at the same time, he is asking them about the whereabouts of Shenshui.

"I don't know!" A disciple of Shenshui sect fell to the ground, looked at Hong Jinchuan with eyes open angrily, and said with a sharp smile, "even if I knew, I would not tell you these bastards! Go to hell! "

After that, he burst into flames.

When the roar came, Lu Yun, who was fighting with an elder of the second mansion, shook his body, looked back and bit his lips.

The disciples of Shenshui sect made several self exploding sounds in succession, which were resisted by the defense Xuanqi in the hands of the second mansion.

It's just that their faces are pretty ugly at the moment.

Such a group of ants dare to resist! Up to now, no one has said the whereabouts of holy water, which makes them lose their face!

Gong Yang, the eldest disciple of Hong Jinchuan, picked up a fat woman and slapped her fiercely, "you say! Where is holy water? As long as you say it! Give you a chance to live! "

Fat elder sister a pounce, the head knocked heavily on Gong Yang's forehead, immediately knock out a big red mark on his forehead.

She spits on Gong Yang's face and laughs, "little son of a bitch! Go to hell! "

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transition from the beginning to the end. It's an important turning point in this book these two days. In the past, Joe will be big. Don't worry, let me write slowly, write a little better, it's better not to influence my thinking.

It's ten o'clock today. It's ten o'clock tomorrow, and six o'clock will resume the day after tomorrow. The writer is very busy next week.

Some readers are worried about whether they will tear apart Joe and the prince deliberately? There is no such thing. The author will never abuse it, so rest assured. Finally, please read it with me three times. The author is my Qiao's mother.