"If I take action, the ancestor of the Blood Sea will definitely take action. At that time, the mountain protection formation will only collapse faster! It can hold on for a while now, and I have sent a message to the Supreme Elder, believing that he is already rushing back quickly.

As long as the Supreme Elder comes back, this crisis will naturally be self-defeating!"

Zhang Anxin still didn't take action. In fact, he was really wary of Xia Zhixu, the ancestor of the Blood Sea.

Although I haven’t seen cultivators from several other sects until now, Zhang Anxin absolutely does not believe that these demon cultivators from Happy Valley for no reason have the courage to attack their Fentian Sect!

Especially those formation masters who appeared somewhere, with Zhang Anxin's eyes, it was naturally obvious that the formation masters arranged the eighth-level formations with unknown black secret techniques.

Five eighth-level formation masters.

This is not something that can be easily invited. It can be afforded by the wealth of those demon cultivators in Happy Valley?

Dreaming is almost the same!

But no matter how much the guess is in my heart, Zhang Anxin could not say this at this time.

Firstly, there is no evidence to prove that several other sects are behind the scenes, and secondly, the morale of the army cannot be shaken at this time.

However, what made Zhang Anxin most anxious was how did the messaging talisman sent to Lan Wanbao have not received a reply yet?

Could it be that something happened to the war in Tianjue Palace?!

As soon as this idea came out, Zhang Anxin suppressed it.

This should be impossible! The war in Tianjue Palace was followed by the Second Elder of the Ziwei Sect, so something would be impossible.

Could it be that a formation is arranged outside to isolate the messenger talisman?

Thinking of this, Zhang Anxin's heart sank.

Xia Zhixue is not clear about Zhang Anxin's thoughts.

At this time, Xia Zhixu looked at the shaking Fentian Sect, and his heart was shocked.

For her, Fentian Sect has always been an existence that she dared not provoke.

Although she seemed quite free in Happy Valley, she had always been afraid of Fentian Sect and several other sects.

Among them, because Fentian Sect is closest to it, Ah Hong is most afraid of it, and in recent years, Fentian Sect has also carried out many operations to clear Happy Valley, although it is not aimed at her Blood Demon City, but other small forces.

But for a long time, the Fentian Sect was undeniable, a sharp sword hanging above her head.

And now, the giant who was once extremely scared was really shaking in front of her.

At this moment, she could not describe what Xia Zhixu felt in her heart.

But for some reason, she suddenly became not so disgusted with being controlled by Lin Yue.

As a casual cultivator, for the first time, she felt that it was really good to have a force as a backer.

Before, she had no choice.

And now, she has the right to choose.

Xia Zhixu could not predict whether it was an opportunity or an endless abyss.

But at least, at present, looking at the defensive light cover of the Fentian Sect Mountain Protection Array, Zhang Anxin's fearful black face was indeed extremely comfortable.

This old guy has been practicing for more than a hundred years. He also fought with him during the God Transformation Stage, and suffered a considerable loss under him.

Although she found the place later, it was just a draw, and she didn't get any benefits.

Thinking of this, Xia Zhixu looked at Zhang Anxin, who dared not come out of the mountain protection formation, and couldn't help but raise his lips slightly with a smile and asked loudly:

"Zhang Anxin, I didn't find you so cowardly before? Old guy, today he doesn't seem to be like your style?!"

Xia Zhixu's voice, wrapped in the true energy, penetrated the roar of the battlefield, broke through the twisted and broken space of the battle, and clearly spread into the ears of all the monks on the battlefield.

The face of the cultivator of the Fentian Sect suddenly changed, and his face looked a little ugly when he looked at Xia Zhixu.

The reaction of the demonic monks in Happy Valley was completely opposite to that of the Fentian Sect, and many monks even laughed out loud when they took action.

"Hahaha~! Their Fentian Sect dares to show off their power on weekdays. Our Happy Valley is just not united enough, otherwise? Humph~!"

"Hehe~! I didn't feel anything before. I always felt that being a casual cultivator is more free and comfortable. Today I feel that everyone is still happy to get together!"

"I don't know if the female disciples of the Fentian Sect will be captured, and hehe."

"Don't think about it. Our leader hates this the most. Don't make trouble. When I get scolded, I will only be able to laugh at me and will never ask for help you plead with me."

"Ahem. Let me tell you. It was the small force I used to be. It was wiped out by the Fentian Sect at that time. I was very injured in that battle. This time I finally took revenge."

"hey-hey."

For a moment, as Xia Zhixu's voice spread, many demon monks on the battlefield began to discuss.
Chapter completed!