Even now, it''s too late to go back to the ancestral clan to find elders and patriarchs. At most, they come back to collect their corpses.


    "Well, we don''t have to ask for their support." Ji Yuanxun squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "we can only rely on ourselves now. How long can we persist? How long is it?"


    "Ho!"


    At this time, the evil thoughts have been killed, and countless evil spirits converge into a torrent and rush over crazily.


    "Hold on Fan Ma shouts, mobilizes the whole body Zhenyuan, cooperates with other elder martial brothers and sisters, resists this torrent together.


    There''s a bang!


    The evil current ran into their formation!


    This torrent is too overbearing and ferocious. I''m afraid it can''t resist a breath with their formation.


    Hum!


    Just then, a border rose and stood in front of them.


    Boom!


    This time, however, it hit this border and broke out a dull sound.


    "What''s going on?" They all looked at him in a daze, then saw Luo Xiaoman holding the pestle, and his eyes firmly came over.


    "The white master even uses the subduing pestle to decorate the border!"


    "How wonderful! Why didn''t we think about it? "


    "Ho!" When they were amazed, the evil thoughts turned their eyes to Luo Xiaoman, and with a sharp whistling, they rushed at her,


    "be careful!" People exclaim, want to support, but found that they are also difficult to protect themselves, there is no way to separate support.


    At this time, Mo yuan rushed over and blocked Luo Xiaoman.


    The magic pestle in his hand also lit up a burst of light, and integrated into Luo Xiaoman''s boundary, making the boundary look more solid.


    Boom!


    The collision of evil thoughts makes the border tremble and seems to be broken at any time.


    "Let''s go now!" Luo Xiaoman bit his teeth and said with difficulty: "we can''t hold on for long!"


    "White master..."


    Everyone''s mind trembled and looked at Luo Xiaoman with a burning face.


    "Go Luo Xiaoman turned back, looked at them, showed a cool smile, "don''t let our sacrifice be in vain!"


    "We''re not going!" People''s eyes are red. How can they leave Bai Ye and run away alone? They are not Pan Yang and Shu Ling.


    "It''s an order!" Luo Xiaoman''s face was upright, and he said in a deep voice: "don''t forget, you are all my little brothers. Now the boss orders you to go back to the sect and tell the Lord what happened here. "


    "It doesn''t matter if we die, but we must take revenge for us!"


    "White master..."


    "That''s enough!" Ji Yuanxun bit his teeth and said in a deep voice, "let''s listen to the white Lord and go back to the ancestral gate. If you stay here, you''ll only make unnecessary sacrifices. "


    "White Lord!" He stares at Luo Xiaoman, Chicheng ground says: "I will not forget you, and Mo Ye! You are our hero


    Boom!


    At this time, the impact of evil thoughts and evil spirits became stronger and stronger, and cracks appeared in the border.


    "Let''s go!"


    With Luo Xiaoman''s cry, people''s minds trembled, and then turned their heads and fled to the direction of zongmen.


    "I, Bai Yan, nice to meet you all!"


    This sentence passed on and hit the top of everyone''s heart. All the Iron-blooded men almost shed tears, and some female disciples even cried out.


    "Ah Fan Ma roared and did not dare to turn back. "White master, we will not let you die in vain!"


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