Li Nan's wife was relieved, but anyone who knew how to read divination knew that it was a bad divination, very bad!

I don’t know whether the blind man’s hexagram is for Li Nan or himself, and no one is trying to interpret it.

Because all the warlocks on Feng Shui Street had left. After walking past the evil hexagram, no one looked back.

That Feng Shui Street was deserted for ten years.

That day, it wasn't just the Feng Shui Street that was deserted.

Zhu Zining looked at Qu Mo triumphantly: "Don't you go all out when it comes to martial arts? Where are the people?"

Qu Mo raised his head and said, "What do you think that is?"

When Zhu Zining turned around to look, there were already crowds of people outside Liangjie Mountain. Dozens, hundreds, and thousands of warlocks seemed to be flowing into the river and sea, and then into the vast ocean stream, rushing towards Liangjie Mountain.

Zhu Zining couldn't help but lost her voice: "Paijiao, Beggar Clan, Life Master...your friends, your brothers, your enemies are all here. Have you ever issued a Star Fire Order? This does not count!"

Qu Mo smiled and said: "I haven't posted anything. I've been at Yin Yang Inn."

Zhu Zining said sternly: "Didn't you say that the sect will also participate in the war? Where are the people? If the sect doesn't show up, you won't win either."

Where Zhu Zining's voice fell, hundreds of Confucian scholars appeared in our sight.

Even when Confucian scholars went to death, they still walked calmly, and some even held books while reading.

What I didn't know was that the same thing happened in Banxianzhuang five days ago.

I thought that the sect would not join the war, but Ban Xian Zhuang, the great scholar, came out in full force because of Xia Mengying's words.

On the night when Tiangong was beating the drum, a wandering Confucian scholar returned to Banxian Village, drank heavily with his former classmate all night, and agreed to rush to Liangjie Mountain together one day later.

The Confucian scholar dug out the fine wine buried at home, waited to drink it with his classmates, and then went to the disaster together.

However, at three o'clock in the morning, the gate of Banxian Manor was closed.

The Confucian scholar seemed to have figured out something, and laughed loudly: "It turns out that I am the only fool!"

After the Confucian scholar laughed, he put on his white Confucian clothes, hung his ancestral spring and autumn pen on his waist, drank the old wine he had prepared in one gulp, and walked out.

He didn't go far when he saw Xia Mengying coming towards him.

Xia Mengyi faced Ban Xianzhuang and asked in a loud voice: "Do you have a son in the Confucian sect?"

There was silence in Banxian Village.

The Confucian scholar shook his head helplessly: "Miss Xia, let's go! Take me to the Two Realms Hall!"

Xia Mengying still looked at Banxianzhuang: "Do you have a son in the Confucian sect?"

"Confucian man, here -" The gate of Banxian Village opened with a bang, and a group of children in their teens, dressed in Confucian clothes, came out of the village side by side.

The leading child shouted with a bit of childishness: "Confucian man! I am willing to go to the Two Realms Mountains!"

Xia Mengying couldn't help but close her eyes. She came to Banxian Village to ask for help, but she didn't want to take away the Confucian sect's future.

Just as Xia Mengying was about to turn around, she heard someone respond loudly: "Confucian man, here -"

When Xia Mengying opened her eyes again, the Confucian scholars of Banxian Village were already standing neatly outside the gate of the village. The first Hong Confucian scholar had white hair and beard. After that, there were the mainstays of the Confucian sect in their forties. After that, only

They were those Confucian men with childish faces just now.

The leader, Hongru, only said: "Those who have not yet become Confucian students should not delay their morning classes when they return to the village to study."

The other party crossed Xia Mengying calmly and rushed to Liangjie Mountain.

Xia Meng lingered in laughter.

The Confucian scholar is laughing.

Tears flowed freely on their faces.

However, at that time, Zhu Zining and Qu Mo did not see the gathering of warlocks, and could only see the empty Two Realms Mountain.

Confucianism joins the war.

Soon after, Taoist monks came with swords in hand.

After a while, the eminent Buddhist monk also appeared at the foot of Liangjie Mountain.

Zhu Zining suddenly screamed: "Taoist people don't wear Taoist robes, and Buddhist disciples don't wear cassocks. They have returned to the secular world. They are not considered disciples of the sect, they can only be regarded as magicians."

"You still haven't won!"

Qu Mo didn't bother to pay attention to the other party. He just smiled and looked at the warlock at the foot of the Two Realms Mountain: "Chunfeng, how many people do you think there are at the foot of the Two Realms Mountain?"

"It must be more than the battle commanded by the coffin warriors back then!" Li Chunfeng squinted his eyes and said, "I said, there should be at least 70,000 or 80,000 people, right? No, there should be 100,000 people."

"There are about 120,000 to 30,000 warlocks in the underworld. Except for the old, weak, sick and disabled, they are all here!"

"One hundred thousand warlocks died generously!"

"The way of art is immortal, and the world is worry-free!"

Qu Mo smiled and said: "You're right, the art will never be destroyed, and there will be no worries in the world! Thanks to Bangui, it's time for King Hun's army to be assembled, right?"

Soon after, the void exploded, and endless soldiers and horses appeared high in the sky.

The ghost king broke the army and thanked the half-ghost.

Seven Killing Ghosts, King Hun

It's finally here.

At this moment, the door of the Tianlao also burst open, and a group of soldiers in golden armor walked out of the door with solemn expressions, carrying corpses covered with battle flags.

The leader, Tianhun, said: "The Holy One has a decree: the emperor of the human world, Jun Jiuxue, will lead four thousand sorcerers and die heroically in battle."

"In memory of his bravery, I will return the body and hope that Shu Dao will bury it with royal ceremonials."

Originally, the bustling martial arts heroes suddenly became silent. I don’t know who said: "Jun Jixue died in battle, and there is no emperor in martial arts anymore."
Chapter completed!