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Master Liu. The young woman in the gray skirt and the man with the scar saluted Liu An.

Master Pang, the three vast sea boats you are in charge of are full, so let's go. Liu An said, looking at the young woman in the gray skirt.

What about you, Palace Master Liu? The young woman in the gray skirt hesitated and asked.

Dianzhu Luo and I are responsible for receiving the last batch of disciples. You go first, and we will meet at sea. Liu An said, and glanced at the direction of the gray and foggy Yin Corpse Mountains in the distance.

The gray fog over there seems to be a little thinner than before.

The young woman in the gray skirt pondered for a moment, agreed in a low voice, turned around and boarded the No. 22 vast sea boat where Shi Mu was.

Set off!

The young woman in the gray skirt stood at the bow of the boat and gave an order.

The three huge black boats immediately opened their sails, slowly turned, and headed away from the coast.

The young woman in the gray skirt flipped her hands and took out a gray compass, murmured something, and pointed on the compass.

The next moment, the mysterious runes on the surface of the three vast sea boats lit up one after another, and blue lines appeared on the sails, and the air flowed automatically, propping up the sails.

The speed of the three giant boats in the vast sea immediately increased greatly, looking at each other from head to tail, and quickly sailed towards the direction of the three giant boats that were gradually drifting away.

There are the last three ships left, I hope there will be time.

Seeing the three huge boats sailing away slowly, Liu An was slightly relieved.

Including the three vast sea giant boats that Shi Mu was in, a total of 22 vast sea giant boats have gone out to sea, that is to say, more than 4,000 elite disciples of the Mingyue Sect have been sent away.

In today's Mingyuedongjiao's external and internal troubles, which are almost falling apart, it is by no means an easy task to be able to do this without any trouble.

For this, he also paid a big price.

In this way, even if the Xixia Kingdom is destroyed, Mingyue Sect still retains its inheritance and has a glimmer of hope for a comeback.

Master Liu, you should leave as soon as possible. The last batch of disciples, I promise to send them away safely. The scarred man looked away from the three huge boats that were leaving, and said.

It's okay, I just received the news from the venue that the competition has all ended, and the last batch of disciples are on their way. Liu An said.

Not long after Liu An finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps approaching from far away.

The two looked around, and sure enough there were about five or six hundred disciples, led by a middle-aged man in gray robes, walking towards here.

The middle-aged man in the gray robe saw the two of Liu An from a distance, his figure flickered, and he flew over first, and cupped his hands at Liu An and the man with the scar:

The two hall masters, the competition has all come to an end. The last batch of disciples, a total of 567 people, have been brought here, and the rest are staying in Quyang City.

Very good, let everyone board the ship as soon as possible and set sail immediately! Liu An nodded and ordered.

Yes! The gray-robed middle-aged man hastily agreed, and summoned more than five hundred people to arrange boarding.

Liu An turned his gaze to the direction of the main altar of the Mingyue Sect at Pangu Peak in the Yinshi Mountain Range, his brows were tightly frowned, and for some reason, there was always a feeling of fear in his heart.

As time went by bit by bit, this feeling became stronger and stronger.

He turned his head and looked aside. In less than half a stick of incense, the two huge boats were fully loaded, and there were still dozens of people boarding the last huge boat.

At this moment, the three vast sea boats that Shi Mu and others were on had also sailed a long distance.

It's the last moment, and I'm much less courageous. Liu An retracted his gaze, calmed down, and murmured somewhat self-deprecatingly.

From the current point of view, the plan should be quite smooth. The main forces of Tongtian Xianjiao and Tianmozong should have been involved by the main altar of Mingyuejiao at the moment. Impossible to be breached immediately.

It only needs to delay for a while, until the last group of disciples have completely sailed into the West Sea, no matter how powerful the two major forces are, they can only look at the ocean and sigh.

After a while, the last disciple finally boarded the huge boat in the vast sea, and the man with the scar jumped onto the last huge boat, looking at Liu An:

Master Liu, everyone has boarded the ship!

Let's go immediately! Liu An got on the giant boat in a flash, stood shoulder to shoulder with the scarred man, and gave an order.

Go away, monster!

A stern shout came from a distance, the voice was full of majesty and fury.

Then a thick white light flew from the distant sky, at an extremely fast speed, and at the same time, an indescribably astonishing spiritual consciousness swept over, covering the nearby hundreds of feet of space in an instant.

Wrapped in white light, there is a huge blue gourd, on which three or four figures can be vaguely seen, the leader is a man with white hair and a childlike face, dressed in a blue gossip Taoist robe, holding a dust whisk in his hand, his eyes are radiant and piercing.

Old Daoist Wuchen! Liu An's expression changed drastically.

When the man with the scar on the side heard the name, panic flashed across his face.

Master Luo, I'm here to hold the old Daoist Wuchen, the disciples of these three huge boats depend on you! Liu An said immediately without thinking.

But... the man with the scar hesitated.

There is nothing but, if you don't leave, it will be too late! As Liu An spoke, his body shot out like an arrow, facing the white light.

The man with the scar looked at Liu An's back, stomped his feet, turned around suddenly, and shouted:

Set sail at full speed!

The deacon disciples who were in charge of manipulating the three giant boats immediately got busy. After a few breaths, the runes on the giant boats lit up, and the bows of the boats slowly turned, heading towards the deep sea.

Liu An was in mid-air, and opened his mouth to spit out a dark red miniature streamer, which shot up to half a foot long in a flash of blood.

In the middle of the flag, there is a lifelike and ferocious light golden ghost head pattern imprinted, surrounded by many purple spirit patterns and some strange patterns on the surface, giving people a mysterious and unusual feeling.

Liu An stretched out his hand to hold the flagpole and waved it in the wind!

boom!

The flag came out and rose to several feet in size in the face of the storm. Suddenly, amidst the bloody runes rolling, it turned into a raging bloody flame. There was a faint creaking sound from the flame, as if someone was crying inside.

Following the spread of an astonishing spiritual pressure, a huge pale golden ghost head of two to three feet emerged from the blood flames, and the original blood-colored banner disappeared without a trace.

Chila sound!

The pale golden ghost opened its mouth wide, and a column of blood-colored flames the size of a water tank spewed out from it, facing the white light.

The figure in the white light also seemed to be taken aback, and immediately stopped the light.

The next moment, an ancient blue sword flew out of the white light, rapidly growing to a size of several feet, and after a slight circle, it transformed into a heavy sword shadow.

The sword shadow collided with the bloody flame column, and two huge halos, one red and one blue, collided in mid-air.

A huge sharp howl rose into the sky, the air tumbling fiercely, and the invisible blue and red gale swept towards all directions.

In an instant, within a radius of tens of feet, all the trees and weeds were uprooted by the strong wind, and countless cracks appeared on the ground, as if they had been plowed hard, and dust rose everywhere.

On the surface of the sea, the three closest giant boats in the vast sea were affected by the sweeping wind, and the runes of light on the surface turned down in unison, shaking violently, and there were bursts of exclamations.

Fortunately, the distance is quite far, and the vast sea boat, as a spirit weapon-level giant boat, seems to have been blessed with some kind of defensive restriction, and it was not affected much after all.

Boom!

The bloody flame column collapsed suddenly, and the blue ancient sword was also thrown away.

Liu An made a move with one hand, and the pale golden ghost head flew back and circled above his head.

The white light on the opposite side fades away, revealing the figure of Wuchen Taoist sitting cross-legged on the blue gourd. Behind the blue gourd are three figures standing, a refined Taoist priest, a young Taoist with a strange appearance, and a beautiful Taoist nun.

Heavenly Ghost Banner, I haven't seen you for many years!

Taoist Wuchen looked at the pale golden ghost head above Liu An's head, and muttered to himself.

Old Daoist Wuchen, you came quite quickly, but that's the end of it. Liu An said.

Hehe, back then Dongfang Xiantian drove this treasure with the cultivation base of heaven, and he was no match for the old man. You dare to use your arms as a chariot today, you are really a formidable young man! Taoist Wuchen said, his arm slid across the void, and the blue ancient sword seemed to sense the owner's state of mind , trembling slightly, the sword turned and pointed at Liu An.

Liu An chuckled, and the pale golden ghost head flew towards Taoist Wuchen, with huge bloody horses rolling out of his mouth, and beheaded towards Taoist Wuchen.

Taoist Wuchen waved one hand, and the ancient cyan sword suddenly turned into multiple cyan sword shadows, facing the light golden ghost head, and at the same time said to the three people behind him:

Leave this person to me, the three of you go and stop all those huge boats!

The three of them agreed, and with a flash, they rushed towards the three huge boats where the scarred man was.

Liu An was startled, muttering something, trying to use some means to stop the three of them.

However, at this moment, Taoist Wuchen moved his fingers together, and streaks of blue light flew out from his fingertips, and merged into the blue ancient sword one after another.

There was a flash of inspiration on the surface of the ancient cyan sword, and strands of cyan sword energy wrapped around the pale golden ghost's head like silk, making it immobile.

Liu An's heart trembled, and he quickly collected his mind, not daring to have any other thoughts, and concentrated his mind on fighting against Taoist Wuchen.

But when he opened his mouth, he spurted out a stream of blood, which disappeared into the pale golden ghost head in a flash.

Countless small runes appeared and circulated on the surface of the ghost head, and with a boom, a scorching bloody flame was ignited, burning most of the blue sword energy, and escaped.

I really underestimated you! Seeing this scene, Taoist Wuchen snorted coldly, and put away his contempt for Liu An.

The two figures, one blue and one white, sometimes soared into the sky, sometimes fell down, fighting up and down, making loud noises that shook the sky from time to time.

On the other side, the elegant Taoist priest and the other three ground-level figures jumped towards the giant boat in the vast sea that was closest to the shore like lightning.

Although the huge boat in the vast sea uses mana to drive the wind, its sailing speed is much higher than that of ordinary ships, but it is still far behind the existence of the ground level, and it only takes a dozen breaths to catch up.

The refined Taoist priest waved one hand, and a burst of purple light shot out into the sky, and transformed into a purple flying sword in a flash, exuding strong aura fluctuations, it was just a spiritual weapon.

The purple flying sword uttered a crisp sword cry, and emitted a dazzling purple sword energy, which condensed into a phantom of a huge purple sword several feet in size, and slashed towards the giant boat.

The faces of the two hundred disciples on the huge boat were pale. Once they were struck by the purple giant sword, the boat would be destroyed and everyone would die.

stop!

A gray figure flashed and stood in front of the purple giant sword. It was the scarred man, Dianzhu Luo.

As soon as the words fell, a black light flew out from his hand, and a bone-white ring flew out of the black light, which seemed to be made of some kind of animal bone. (To be continued.)