An old man with white beard and hair coughed lightly and said, "My Rakshasa sect specializes in formations. Only when this large formation stays in our sect can it exert its true effect."
"Hey, you Rakshamen specialize in formations! I, the Chu family, are the ones who are truly qualified to inherit the formation of Fusang City!"
"Haha, your Chu family doesn't even have a cultivator in the Transcending Tribulation Period, so you are ashamed to compete with us, are you worthy?"
Seeing that everyone is about to fight before they have grabbed the array.
Li Anyang immediately said loudly: "Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient. Please listen to me, Li."
Seeing that everyone was looking over, Li Anyang stroked his beard, and said slowly: "This array originally belonged to Fusang City, but now the whole city of Fusang City has been slaughtered, and there is no remains of the owner of Liu City."
"I inherited this great formation because I don't want Fusang City to be wiped out, but I hope to carry forward the skills of Fusang City."
"In this way, we can be regarded as accepting the love of Fusang City. Since we accept the love, we must repay the favor."
"That's how it is. Whoever kills Jun Muyan and avenges City Lord Liu, whoever takes care of the city-protecting array. But the other families can also select disciples every year, and they can join the array for details."
"The Happy Seven Demons, besides Jun Muyan, there are six more? Whoever kills the most of these six people, and whoever kills them quickly, will be given priority to join the battle every year."
"Our families swear an oath here, and we will never break it. What do you think?"
Everyone thought about it, and then nodded.
This method can be regarded as comprehensive, and everyone can accept it.
Afterwards, everyone looked at Muyan with murderous intent in their eyes.
Li Anyang put a sanctimonious smile on his face again, "Miss Jun, I gave you a chance. Just now, if you obediently surrendered your heart, you could at least survive. But now, not only you are going to die, but even your fellow disciples are going to die. None of these brothers can survive!"
Li Anyang has no doubts about this.
Although the monks who came from various families this time did not have the time to pass the catastrophe.
But there are as many as five at the peak of the out-of-body period alone.
Not to mention other out-of-body and Nascent Soul monks, there are countless.
The reputation of the Xiaoyao Seven Sons is resounding, and Muyan's strength is beyond heaven.
But so what
Given their absolute strength and numbers, they had no choice but to die.
Muyan narrowed her eyes slightly, lowered her voice and said to Yun Ruohan who was at the side: "Brother, you take the girls in the palace away first, I will hold them back..."
However, she didn't finish her sentence.
The other six people from Xiaoyaomen moved.
Swish, swish, several figures roared past, spread out and stood in six directions.
Originally, it was Li Anyang and the others who surrounded the Xiaoyao Seven Sons, but now it was Yun Ruohan and the others who surrounded the members of the various sects.
But seven people surrounding hundreds of people is a joke in itself.
Leng Yumo swung the long knife in her hand, put it on her shoulder, wiped her nose, and smiled recklessly, "Junior Junior Sister, this time, don't expect to leave us behind and make yourself famous."
Yun Ruohan's gaze was gentle, but his eyes were full of determination, "Little Junior Sister, using the Tiangang Beidou is the strongest combat power of our Xiaoyaomen. We are leaving, who are you going to form a team with?"
Luo Yu opened his mouth, two cute dimples were looming, and he said a little wronged: "Sixth Senior Sister, we are not that weak, right? Don't push us out every time there is danger, and stand in front yourself! We, too. It can be very strong!"