My Master is Lin Zhengying

But if it goes on like this, it can only last for four or five days.

If it is the Allied Forces of the Dao League, all of them will attack the mountain protection formation regardless of casualties.

Then half an hour at most.

Of course, the price of Daomeng doing this will be extremely huge.

But no matter what, Shi Jian was ready for battle.

Two hours later, the three directions of southeast, north, and south suddenly increased the attack intensity.

The "bang" sound continued, and the huge profound energy attack swept across like a tide.

Spirit stone consumption is doubled.

What is even more worrying is the weakness of the defensive formation, the formation heart.

It has already shifted to this direction, and every time it is attacked, the consumption of spirit stones is ten times higher.

Moreover, there is a possibility that the formation will disintegrate.

Shi Jian didn't dare to be careless, and hastily ordered:

"Quickly, ask the disciples in the west to support the other three directions.

Let the preparatory disciples on the top of the mountain also assign three directions, just in case of accidents..."

"It's the master!"

A Maoshan disciple quickly took orders and left.

After a while, one-third of the guards in the direction of the west gate were transferred away.

The mountaintop reserve team was also transferred to the other three directions.

Shi Jian himself also came to the north.

Because here, the offensive is the fiercest, and the formation is weak.

It is also in this position now, and it is also the easiest to have a crisis.

compromised position.

He stays here, so he can feel at ease.

However, what he never expected was that.

While he was guarding the other three sides.

The divination operator in the west has come to the front of the mountain protection formation.

At this moment, a loyal supporter of Shi Jian is directing his disciples to move the spirit stone.

Seeing Bu Shuanzi coming, he still shouted respectfully:

"Fourth Master Uncle!"

Ke Bu Shuanzi didn't respond at all, and just raised his hand to strike a sword.

"Whoosh!"

Blood flashed.

That Maoshan disciple had already fallen into a pool of blood.

Dozens of disciples around were all dumbfounded.

Several other loyal supporters of Shi Jian were even more skeptical:

"Fourth Martial Uncle, you, what are you?"

"Fourth uncle, do you want to betray my master?"

"Fourth uncle, do you know what this is doing?"

The other three people scolded one after another.

They are all loyal to Shi Jian.

But Bu Suanzi responded coldly:

"This seat, naturally clear.

You three, immediately close the formation.

Otherwise, don't blame Master Uncle for being rude..."

"you you……"

One of them was too angry to speak.

This couldn't be more obvious, their fourth uncle rebelled.

But at this moment, under the threat of Bu Suanzi, they couldn't do anything else at all.

escape?It's even more impossible.

The three looked at each other, and one of them said: