"This is so unreasonable! Is this a war in the world of immortality? The Golden Core Stage has also become cannon fodder..."

Lin Shan was still in shock when he escaped back. Under the concentrated fire of thousands of war magic weapons, he was a scum below the Nascent Soul stage and was not even qualified to splash a few waves.

At this time, no one at the headquarters was going to hold him accountable, because the entire East China Sea was in chaos. There were dozens or even hundreds of battlefields, and demonic teams disappeared or died every day.

It is said that the headquarters has constant quarrels every day, various decisions are changed day and night, and the top management is extremely busy.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Lin Shan, who had just returned to the cave, had not had time to think about the next step when he heard a exclamation from outside.

"Lin Shan! You are finally back. Come with me to see the master."

Lin Shan quickly walked out of the cave again and saw Luan Chun waiting anxiously outside the door. It turned out that Luan Chun came to him from time to time in the past few months, but he was either in seclusion or was pulled to the front line, and there was no trace of him at all.

When the little girl saw him coming out, she grabbed him and rushed directly towards Protector Yan's cave.

Arriving at Protector Yan's cave, Luan Chun took out his pass token and led Lin Shan in directly. He found that there was no one inside. Apparently Yan Yuanchun had gone out to do business.

Without saying a word, Luan Chun led Lin Shan and ran all the way, directly rushing up the mountainside to the top of the mountain.

Lin Shan saw many monks in the sect on the way. Most of them were walking in a hurry as if they were facing a powerful enemy. There was an atmosphere of a storm coming, as if the building was about to collapse. Everyone was prepared for the worst.

The two of them had already arrived at the meeting hall on the top of the mountain. This was the place where the master master and the guardians usually made decisions. Those in the foundation period were not qualified to enter, but now Luan Chun barged in without any explanation.

The meeting hall was also crowded at this time. Hundreds of monks in the foundation-building stage were whispering to His Highness. In the hall, more than thirty Dharma protectors in the golden elixir stage were arguing endlessly. There was only one Nascent Soul stage precepts king sitting at the top.

There was no trace of the other two Nascent Soul stage masters and the true master. Ever since the Zixiao Sect fell in the battle at the mountain gate, there had been no time to establish another master.

Lin Shan listened to the discussions around him and realized that the situation was extremely urgent.

"Tanma came to report that the second line of defense in the east has been broken, and the righteous monks are fully advancing on the third island chain."

"I heard that the Jiaoren tribe in the stormy sea area have risen up and are taking advantage of the enemy's rear."

"Your news is out of date. The Righteous Zixiao Sect has sent a large army to raid the northern seas, intending to cut off our retreat to the Lu Kingdom!"

"The Blood River Palace and Hundred Ghost Gate next door have secretly begun organizing evacuation to the north..."

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The main hall was as noisy as a vegetable market. The demonic monks were noisy and noisy. Without the restraint of the leader, they were like headless flies, confused and not knowing what to do.

The golden elixir-level guardians in the temple were obviously the last ones who had escaped. They secretly communicated with each other and didn't know what they were arguing about. Most of them looked solemn and could not hide their pessimism.

The King of Precepts seemed not to care about anything at all, he just sat there alone with his eyes closed and his breathing adjusted.

Finally, after a few hours, the Golden Core Guardians concluded their secret discussion and each came down and took their subordinates out of the hall. Lin Shan and Luan Chun also quickly followed Guardian Yan.

After the group returned to Yan Protector's Cave, Luan Chun couldn't wait to rush into Yan Yuanchun's arms and asked about the outcome of this discussion. From his tone, it seemed that the Golden Core Protector had been discussing frequently recently, but there had been no progress.

Lin Shan did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly stepped forward to pay his respects. Since the death of Master Master Zhenren, Protector Yan has always been his most solid elder supporter and must not be disrespectful in the slightest.

Yan Yuanchun sighed and briefly explained the current situation.

Since the collapse of the defense line in the Luosong Mountains, the Demonic Alliance has been defeated again and again, with countless experts from all walks of life losing their lives.

In the end, the three remaining Nascent Soul monks from the three demon sects returned to the temporary headquarters of the East China Sea with a group of golden elixir protectors, and had no choice but to hurriedly form a new United Front Department and set up three temporary defense lines in the East China Sea.

But the gap in hard power lies here. Facing the counterattack of the righteous army, the demonic army cannot effectively resist. The front line is full of news of defeat every day, and here in the conference hall, after long discussions, no plan can be come up with.

In addition to wrangling all day long, there was only blame-shifting. Everyone was caring about their own interests and arguing over trivial matters.

Many Jindan phase guardians have secretly gathered their subordinates, planning to lead the team to escape back to the Lu Kingdom along the original route after all the frontline defense lines are broken. The reason why they are not escaping now is mainly because the Nascent Soul phase precepts King has not yet spoken, so no one dares

Take the first step.

Speaking of this, Yan Yuanchun sighed repeatedly and felt deeply helpless. The demonic monks could only fight against the wind. Once the wind went against them, each family would sweep away the snow in front of them. There was no unity and unity at all, so it was no wonder that they failed.

Lin Shan felt inexplicably anxious after hearing this, but he always remembered the encrypted letter Lin Fan sent him after leaving the border, saying that Zhengdao had formed a beheading team composed entirely of high-level monks, and was preparing to cross the defense line and raid the Donghai temporary headquarters.

Counting the time now, I'm afraid the one-month period is almost here!

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