Legendary Pharmacist

Even if he didn't have the skill of gods and gods, Zheng Qiu was not afraid of Mo Junrong, and he would definitely not suffer in one-on-one.

But what about the remaining practitioners?

When fighting in Qianyunzong's territory, I have already seen that the number of blazing souls led by Mo Junrong is far more than that of Fengxiaozong.

With that kind of number of enemies, of course you can't fight recklessly.

"Retreat, retreat quickly, we will find another place to teleport! Everyone go back, get on the sky boat, hurry up..."

The giant roared and rumbled like a gong in everyone's ear.

Other cultivators have also heard the content of the broadcast broadcast by the sky boat that covered the clouds and the sun just now.

Knowing that the pursuers are approaching, who dares to stay any longer, quickly throws off the blazing soul and clay puppets who are fighting, and flies to the bottom of the sky boat.

In the area west of the mountain base, when Ge Wuqing heard the news of the retreat, he was the first to turn around and fly back.

A bunch of practitioners who hadn't reacted yet were left behind by him without even a word of reminder.

It was still a cultivator from Scorching Sun Villa who came back to his senses, and hurriedly urged the others around him: "Hurry up, retreat quickly, go back to Tianzhou, Master Ge has run away, if we stay any longer, we will die..."

"That's right, let's go, don't get entangled with Chihun!"

Without the strongest combat power of Master Ge, all the cultivators would not dare to wait any longer, they all hurriedly set up their lights and vacated.

Occasionally, there are a few unlucky people who are unlucky, and they are blown up by the detonating soil puppet that catches up before they have time to rise.

Weapons were blown up and people were thrown from the air.

What's more, even though they were completely flying away from the ground, a flame slashed towards Blazing Soul not far away, and he couldn't dodge it and was shot down directly.

The situation in the south of the mountain base is also somewhat chaotic.

In the face of retreat and survival, practitioners' selfishness began to emerge, and they no longer obeyed orders.

"Hey, don't run around, don't understand after the formation! Don't run, come back, do you hear..."

Practitioners from various sects set up Liuguang and swarmed towards Tianzhou to flee.

The defense line that could hold on,

It fell apart in an instant.

Blazing Soul and Explosive Clay Puppet poured in from every foot of the front line like a flood after the embankment burst.

The cultivator flew in front to escape, and the enemy chased after him. Explosions and flames continuously shot down the flying streamer.

"Sovereign, don't call them, they are all busy running away, no one wants to listen."

Elder Ming Zong approached with several other disciples of Qianyun Sect, trying to persuade Zi Lin that there was no need to waste words.

Elder Ming Sijiu also brought back the disciples on the defensive front, and agreed with Ming Zong: "They are not from Qianyun Sect, and what we say is not an order to them, so they can ignore it.

Sovereign, let's consider our own cultivators now, let the elders and disciples come back, and quickly remove Gu Tianzhou. "

Zilin frowned. Just now, Qianyunzong was commanding the practitioners of various sects to fight against the Blazing Soul, but now they turned around and ran away.

The gap between front and back is so big, it always gives her a feeling, as if she didn't do well.

But she also understood that Ming Zong and Ming Sijiu were right.

Practitioners from other sects obey orders purely to save face, and if they don’t, you have nothing to do with them.

Nodding in agreement with the suggestions of the two elders, she gave an order to her Qianyun sect practitioners.

"Notify all the elders on the defensive front, withdraw from the battle immediately, and bring the disciples to my place to gather.

Elder Ming Zong, you immediately organize everyone to set up a virtual formation, replace the formation with human beings, and protect our own cultivators to retreat safely. "

Elder Ming Zong clasped his fists to accept the order, reached out his hand to find a pen and paper in his sleeve, and drew a sketch of the Xuyou Formation.

Then he grabbed the sketch and ran into the Qianyun Sect crowd, assigning the main formation eyes to the elders present, and the secondary formation eyes to the senior brothers and sisters with higher cultivation.

At the same time, Elder Ming Sijiu led the people to disperse, and used the sound transmission jade tablet to notify other Qianyunzong elders on the defensive front.

Those elders who didn't pay attention to the flashing jade badges because of the fierce battle sent their disciples to hurry over to notify them.

Soon, streamers of various colors gathered from the left and right sides, and they were the Qianyun sect practitioners who came to gather.

After Mingkong Aoqing landed, he glanced at the number of Qianyunzong, and then glanced at the practitioners of other sects who kept fleeing in the sky.

He couldn't help cursing angrily in his heart: "These bastards, they didn't try their best when fighting, and they ran faster than one when retreating.

What's the use of them, it's better for our Gan Yunzong to go to the wilderness by ourselves in a skyboat. "

Zilin's cheeks twitched, putting away the same annoyance.

The righteous father who should be scolded has already scolded him, and if he scolds him again, it will not change the actual situation.

So she changed the subject and said: "Father, I have arranged the Xuyou Formation, using people instead of the eyes of the formation.

How is the situation in other positions on the front line? Were there many casualties in our sect? "

"Xuyou formation is good, it's really safe to use this formation when retreating."

Mingkong Aoqing said, his face darkened: "The casualty situation is not optimistic.

We lost two elders Xueyun, eight disciples were seriously injured, twenty-six were slightly injured, and about thirty people were missing.

In the current situation, the missing disciples may be more or less ominous.

The specific number of people has not been counted yet, and they should be able to find out after checking the list one by one after returning to Tianzhou. "

Mingkong Aoqing held his chin, looked at the still fierce battle scene in front of him, and continued to speak with a little thought.

"The combat pressure on the southern front was greater than expected, the people in Qianqi Silver Fort didn't put in much effort, and the Supreme Master also fell short of the standard.

The cultivation of their family's skills is limited, and they still need the support of magic tools to achieve the fighting power that the eight major sects should have.

I remember that there should be a production area for casting magical artifacts on the boat that covers the clouds and the sun.

After returning to Tianzhou, Master Miaoshou and the others have to go to the production area to have a look and make more things like rain flutes and dragon roar cannons. "

When Mingkong Aoqing was speaking, more elders of Qianyunzong came back with their disciples to assemble.

Zilin vacated the ground, looked down at the crowd, and counted the colors of the imperial uniforms.

Except for the two Xueyun elders who had been sacrificed in the mouth of the adoptive father, the other elders had returned safely.

Everyone should be here, so there is nothing to hesitate, just retreat quickly.

At this moment, the situation on the south side of the mountain base deteriorated rapidly, and it was as irreversible as an avalanche.

Practitioners from other sects fled too quickly, and the number of people in the south decreased rapidly. From more than 500 people, there were more than 200 people who fled, and it didn't even reach 20 breaths.

Here's a serious problem.

Practitioners of the Qianyun sect stayed at the defensive front on the south side of the mountain because they were gathering at the position of the suzerain.

The army of blazing souls and clay puppets pouring in like a flood unceremoniously surrounded the practitioners of Qianyunzong.

If you look down from the air, it looks like a reddish-brown mudflow, with a bunch of orbs of different colors wrapped in it.

The orb continuously radiates light in all directions, forcing back the approaching mud flow to avoid being completely submerged.

"Everyone, don't panic, activate the virtual tour array, and we will retreat smoothly!"

Facing the siege, Elder Ming Zong raised his arms and shouted to appease the panic-stricken disciples of Qianyun Sect.

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