The old man in black knew that he could not afford to fight, so he wanted to retreat.
Xiao Junchou refused to cease fighting and pursued him relentlessly.
The situation is over. If we don't evacuate, our lives will be in danger.
Although he is in the realm of the Divine Bridge, it will definitely be difficult to escape when the Buddhist monks and others come to support him.
Among the second group of men in black who had just raided, there was a divine bridge hidden. Although he was not afraid of the people protecting the way, he did not dare to fight anymore and could only hide and retreat.
If he takes action again, his identity will be exposed.
Let's not talk about whether these people from the Xuan Qing Sect can be buried here. I definitely have to get in.
"This donor is very capable!"
The two Zen masters stepped forward and were about to arrive at the battlefield in the distance to help Xiao Junchou deal with the powerful enemy.
Xuan Qing Sect's warships are also guarded by some guardians, so there is no need to worry about being attacked.
"Wow -"
Xiao Junqiu's sword was so powerful that it knocked back the ancient bell in front of him, and the iron sword in his hand clanged, overwhelming the sea.
"Tear!"
The old man in black looked at the two Zen masters who were coming quickly, gritted his teeth and made a decision, cutting off one of his arms.
One left arm was broken at the shoulder level, and then exploded, erupting with extremely powerful energy, forcing Xiao Junchou to retreat some distance.
At the same time, the two Zen masters who arrived stood on the spot, protected by golden light.
"Boom -"
The left arm exploded into pieces, leaving no trace of blood.
Taking advantage of this time, the old man in black fled far away, his traces erased by the laws of the chaotic world sea, and he disappeared without a trace. In order not to be entangled by Xiao Jun's hatred, he had no choice but to make this decision.
Giving up one arm, the foundation was shaken a little. The price is high, but acceptable.
It would be uneconomical to use ancient bells to contain Xiao Junqiu.
As a monk of Shenqiao, the old man in black also controlled a magic weapon. He thought he was invincible and could deal with Xiao Junqiu with ease.
Unexpectedly, the truth was a bit cruel. Xiao Junchou withstood the strange pressure of the demon soldiers and slowly gained the upper hand.
Some time ago, Xiao Junchou might really have fallen into a passive position, and there was nothing he could do against the old man in black. However, Xiao Junqiu had a discussion with Dugu Changkong a few days ago, and he benefited a lot, gained deeper insights, and improved his strength.
Therefore, in the battle just now, Xiao Junqiu put his recent insights into practice and changed the Zifu Shangyang Sword Technique, which was a bit stronger than when it was perfected.
"Let him run away."
Looking at the chaotic space, Xiao Junchou had no choice but to give up and restrain the violent and fierce aura into his body.
Even though the three abbots of Buddhism only touched the sacred bridge, their combat power was extremely astonishing. The old man in black is really going to be entangled by Xiao Junqiu, and if he is attacked by the two Zen masters again, he will probably be in danger of falling.
If the arm is severed and the foundation is damaged, it will take at most decades to reshape it and restore it to its original state.
"The donor slipped away very quickly."
The two Zen masters lost interest and returned to the vicinity of the warship.
Five warships, most of the people in Xuan Qing Sect are still in a coma.
The monk who regained consciousness looked at the tragic situation in front of him, his heart ached like a knife, and he was dejected.
"A total of 372 people died and more than 2,700 were injured."
A core disciple handed the statistical data to Chen Qingyuan with a low voice and a trace of resentment and sadness in his eyes.
"I know."
Chen Qingyuan said hoarsely.
More than half of the dead people did not even leave their bodies behind, and were turned into blood mist by the aftershock of the surprise attack.
Ghost doctor Gongsun Nan and a group of elders are working hard to treat the injured monks and are very busy.
"In great battles, there will inevitably be casualties."
Half an hour later, Fang Qingyun arranged things properly, walked over slowly, and sighed softly.
"They followed me to the Imperial State with great hope, but they fell here before they could see the prosperity of the Imperial State..."
Chen Qingyuan felt a little guilty, but hesitated to speak.
"The road ahead is difficult, and this has just begun."
Fang Qingyun said thoughtfully.
The disciples of the Xuan Qing Sect have no sense of belonging to the Imperial State. They grew up in the Fuliu Star Region in the Northern Wasteland and do not want to leave their homeland. It was because of Chen Qingyuan's persuasion and the fact that this was the path Xuan Qing Sect had to take that he boarded the warship.
However, not only could the dead not see the Qingzong's return to prosperity, but they could not even see the scenery of the imperial state.
"Why didn't the ancestor move the disciples of the sect to Dizhou in advance, and then rebuild the foundation of Qing Sect?" In this way
, even if everyone in Xuan Qing Sect moves on a large scale, they will not attract the attention of the powerful in the world, and their safety will be guaranteed.
"If the foundation of the sect is not reshaped in advance, the main lineage law cannot return. People of the Xuanqing sect have not been baptized by the sect's reconstruction law, and they cannot step into the Qingsong when they come to Dizhou."
Fang Qingyun knew the reason and replied.
To put it simply, before Qingzong is rebuilt, people from Xuanqingzong must stay in Beihuang. At the moment of reconstruction, the main lineage law will encompass an area and leave a mark on the Xuanqing Sect disciples.
In this way, the main line law disappeared from Xuan Qing Sect and returned to the imperial state.
Only those who are members of the Xuan Qing Sect with the imprint of the law can truly become Qing Sect monks without any hindrance.
"That's it."
Chen Qingyuan understood, with a bit of sadness in his eyes, and nodded gently.
"Those thieves who are ambushing here should not dare to take action again. The ancestor is still here. If their identity is exposed, they will die or not."
Fang Qingyun said.
"Didn't you find any trace of those guys?"
Chen Qingyuan asked.
"You have to ask the Buddhist monks about this. I don't have the ability."
Although Fang Qingyun is a monk in the late Mahayana period, compared with the top experts, there is still a long way to go.
"Yeah."
Chen Qingyuan nodded.
Next, Fang Qingyun went to deal with matters within the sect to appease the uneasy hearts of his disciples.
The disciples had never seen such a formation before when they were in the Fuliu Star Region.
If what happened just now is not properly guided, I am afraid that many people will have inner demons and have a greater impact on their future practice.
"Donor Chen, I'll return the beads to you."
Master Wuchen appeared near the main ship and handed the beads over.
After a battle, the beads lost their luster and needed some time to recover.
"Master, do you know who the visitor is?"
Chen Qingyuan took the beads and asked.
"Alas! Originally, Zen Master Wangxu had already chased an enemy thief, but that person would rather die than reveal his origins, so he blew himself up and died."
Later, a second team of men in black appeared and almost broke through the ship's guard. Fortunately, Zen Master Wangxu came back in time, so the losses were minimized.
"There will always be a chance to find out in the future."
Chen Qingyuan was silent for a while and said expressionlessly.
"The revival of Qingzong has touched the interests of too many forces. The road ahead will only be more difficult than what we encountered today. Donor Chen, be more careful."
Zen Master Wuchen warned.
"Thank you, Master, for reminding me. I will keep this in mind, junior."
Chen Qingyuan bowed and saluted to show respect.