"I... I said, I don't know the specifics. It was the Patriarch who sent me here, not just this medicine gate. The Holy Land and the Magic Palace have what they want, so he sent us to occupy this place. …"
When the middle-aged man said this, Bai Changfeng's eyes shrank suddenly, but now he was staring at the middle-aged man's white face, but he didn't notice the emotion in Bai Changfeng's eyes at all.
"You just said that someone went to the Holy Land and the Fantasy Mansion?"
Her face sank suddenly, murderous intent flashed from the bottom of her eyes, and her whole body exuded a strong hostility, which made everyone present bow their heads and dare not look at her directly.
"You... You are holy..."
Perhaps the middle-aged man's eyes widened suddenly when he noticed the white face's aura, and his eyes were unbelievable.
But before he finished speaking these last words, Bai Yan's hand fell on his head with a thud. In an instant, a row of blood shed on his forehead, and even if his body fell, it stirred up dust all over the floor. .
"Yan'er?" Bai Changfeng seemed hesitant to speak.
Bai Yan squeezed her fist tightly, and the killing intent was revealed in her eyes: "Grandpa, go down and rest, I'm going to save Master and Father!"
If the master hadn't rescued her back then, maybe she and Chen'er would have been in danger long ago.
The master treats her like a biological daughter, and the father is her bloodline.
Anyone who hurt them, she won't let it go!
"Queen, you can ride me."
Xiao Long'er walked to Bai Yan with a pair of eyes blinking slightly: "During your retreat, I found that I was able to fly very fast, but my ability was not stable, I was fast and slow, but now I can only Try it..."
"good."
Bai Yan did not disappoint Xiao Long'er's kindness. She took Bai Xiaochen's hand and said, "Chen'er, let's go back to the Holy Land!"
…
Holy land.
Lost the peace of the past, but turned into a battlefield of gunpowder smoke.
Countless disciples of the Holy Land fell in a pool of blood, and the blood stained the door of the Holy Land.
Seeing that the disciples of the Holy Land couldn't resist these invaders, Chu Ran's handsome face brought a touch of anxiety. He tightly held the sword in his hand and screamed: "Everyone, give me back!"
"Holy Lord!"
For a while, everyone retreated to the sides and turned to look at Chu Ran, who was giving orders behind him.
"Grand Elder," Chu Ran looked at Zheng Qi, "Today's battle is inevitable, and these people are too strong. If they continue, they will inevitably cause countless unnecessary damage..."
"So," he closed his eyes slightly, and then opened it after a long time, and said as if he was dead, "You take all the disciples in the holy land and retreat to the holy island. There is an island protection formation on the holy island, which can resist these people for a while, here People, let me stop them!"
"Holy Lord, no!" Zheng Qi was shocked.
"This is an order!" Chu Ran took a deep breath and said solemnly, "These geniuses are the foundation of our holy land. If I cannot resist these enemies today and unfortunately be buried here, in the future, you will support Yifeng as the Holy Master. "
This time, he had already made a mortal decision. As long as he could retreat these people back to the holy island, why not block these enemies with his body
"And..." Chu Ran's mouth raised a smile, "Help me pass a word to the white girl. With her talent, sooner or later, she will become the master of this world. At that time, let her find out the identities of these invaders. Don’t forget to avenge me."