Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 212 Help the Master Change Some Diapers
"Why the hell don't you hide!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the spirit of the weapon questioned.

Han Yu looked at the blood-red surroundings with displeasure. Just when the Bull-Headed woman threw out her small bottle, a heavy pressure instantly pressed down on his body.

All kinds of negative energies fill this area. It is impossible to move forward, let alone hide.

"Tell me how to hide."

The blood light emitted from the Soul-Binding Flag was just as the spirit of the weapon had felt before, full of blood and filth. Especially when it was pressing on him just now, he could feel all kinds of hatred and resentment.

"Take me away quickly, I can't hold on any longer."

Qi Bai covered his chest with his hands. That spot was beating very fast, as if it was going to jump out at any moment, and his internal organs were in great pain.

"At your age, you still eat everything like a child."

Niutou gave him a charming glance, then winked at Han Yu and blew him a kiss.

"Little brother, since you didn't die this time, we'll see you next time! Hehehe!"

After saying this, he turned around and disappeared with Qi Bai...

As soon as the man left, Che Dapao and several old ghosts from Jiuzong came in hand in hand, with anxious looks on their faces.

The cousin hurriedly ran away from his great uncle, but was stopped by someone before he could get close to Han Yu.

"do not go."

The blood light around Han Yu was too strange, like a formation but not a formation. However, the dozen or so flags erected around him clearly seemed to be traces of some advanced formation.

"What about people?"

Che Dapao looked around and spoke quickly.

"The other party saw that you were dilly-dallying and couldn't wait any longer, so he left first."

Han Yu snorted unhappily.

These guys took so long to come that they can't even eat the shit while it's still hot.

A group of people were frowning and their faces looked unhappy, but there was really nothing they could do. The disciples of their own sect had all suffered losses, and after dodging the explosion, they all came to help their own sect.

But one or two of them all did this, and in the end it was the biggest culprit who was stopped for a long time by Han Yu, who was neither a member of the court nor of the Nine Sects.

The departure of Qi Bai and Niu Tou did not mean the end of the battle. There were originally hundreds of zombie monks in the air, but now there were only a hundred or so. The corpse king on the ground was fighting fiercely with the disciples of the nine sects.

The Mo family members jumped onto the back of the giant mechanical beast, and soon the entire steel beast began to move. Huge shock waves burst out from the mouth of the beast, and wherever the dazzling light passed, groups of corpse kings fell down.

"Why didn't you Mo family use it just now?"

Seeing that the giant beast had such power, several elders of the sect were furious. If this happened, wouldn't fewer of their disciples die?

Soon they found out the reason. Less than a cup of tea after the giant beast had been wreaking havoc, they saw the disciples of the Mohist School jumping out one after another, holding various devices and rushing into the battle circle to fight.

Finally, my cousin reluctantly explained, "The mechanical beast's ability to sustain is not good enough. It has to stop every once in a while to dissipate heat, otherwise it will overheat and explode."

A group of elders were silent and depressed. In fact, what made them even more angry was that they had to wait until the last minute to find out about the sect's big move.

It has been a long time since the Nine Sects launched such a large-scale foreign war, and it was for the imperial court.

They couldn't figure out how the fifth floor convinced the sect, or how Quan Xiaotong and Che Dapao convinced the sect.

"Have you finished chatting? If you're done, make way. The thunder is coming soon."

Han Yu spoke again in an unpleasant tone.

What kind of person is this! Don't you look up at the sky? Chatting under the thunder, do you think your life is too long?

A group of people looked up one by one. At this time, the sky above Han Yu's head was covered with dark clouds, thunder was roaring, and lightning was flashing in it.

"Zhao! Thunder!"

"Run!"

This group of old guys ran faster than each other, as if they were afraid that they would be implicated if they were a step slower.

Before my cousin could say a word, his uncle grabbed his head and forced him to retreat violently.

Han Yu's surroundings suddenly became empty, and then he looked up at the sky hesitantly.

"You can't hide. The evil things in you have been rejected by heaven and earth. If you don't let the thunder purify you, the thunderclouds will not dissipate."

The spirit of the weapon thought he was up to something and quickly reminded him.

If he was simply being purified of filth, he would not be able to be killed by the thunderbolt. But if he was seeking death, the thunderbolt would continue to escalate and it would be hard to say for sure.

"No, I was thinking, will it get tired of seeing Jie Lei every other day?"

Han Yu sighed helplessly. Lately, he had to deal with thunder all the time. If he continued like this, he would become a familiar figure.

If it gets used to it, he will be the first one struck by thunder in the future.

Just as Han Yu was daydreaming, the thunderclouds suddenly began to roll, as if an invisible hand was stirring them.

come on!

Han Yu closed his eyes and waited for the lightning to strike, but after waiting for a while, there was no movement, so he looked up at the sky.

A huge beam of light shone directly towards his face...

The old ghost from the Ninth Sect retreated a mile away before he dared to stop and watch, feeling extremely frightened.

Damn it, the corpse refining lineage can even attract thunder, so how can these high-end combat forces deal with it in the future?

How can we win if the opponent invites thunder every time he fails to win?
"Is he going to be okay?"

My cousin broke free from my great uncle's hand and paced back and forth anxiously.

The Mohist School also had records of thunder, so he naturally knew its power. All nine sects probably had it, otherwise they wouldn't have run faster than rabbits.

"It's hard to say. This guy has thick skin and tough flesh, but he is a thunderbolt after all."

The Great Elder looked solemn and spoke in a low voice.

"This isn't the first time he has taken on lightning. In fact, as far as I know, this kid from Zhanzhou Prefecture was struck by Purple Sky Lightning but didn't die."

Che Dapao's face was complicated. Ling Wuce had mentioned this matter when he went back. Suddenly, there was a thunder in the distance. Everyone looked up and saw hundreds of thunders falling from the sky at the same time.

Under the thunder, the place where Han Yu was located was tightly covered by lightning, and the entire area could no longer be seen clearly.

Is this how thunder strikes?

This was not only everyone's doubt, but also Han Yu's last doubt before he regained consciousness.

When countless thunderbolts struck his face, he instantly lost consciousness, and then his whole body began to tremble, and finally he began to dance...

This process lasted for a quarter of an hour. When the thunderclouds dispersed, a group of people came forward cautiously.

A deep pit had formed where Han Yu was, with a charred body lying inside. Its hands and feet were still twitching, and foam was coming out of the corners of its mouth.

"I said this guy could withstand the thunder."

Che Dapao was still quite shocked when he saw the miserable body in the pit.

After all, hearing about it is one thing, but seeing it with your own eyes is another.

In the distant sky, an unusual bright red color suddenly appeared. Both the Corpse King and the living dead in the battle formation paused and stopped their attacks.

As if they had received some instructions, the living dead monks turned around and flew away, while the corpse king below roared and kept retreating.

"Should we chase or not?"

A group of people looked at Che Dapao, waiting for him to make a decision.

This time the action was initiated by the court and cooperated by the nine sects.

"Don't chase!"

Che Dapao shook his head heavily. There was no need to pursue anymore. If they continued to pursue, there would probably be more casualties.

Now Dongling City has been completely destroyed, and the Nine Sects cultivators and the rest of the cultivators have not yet figured out the extent of their casualties. Although they don't want to admit it, it seems that they don't have the upper hand at all.
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Night has fallen.

Che Dapao and the others looked around in a daze at an open space in Dongling City. All they saw were ruins and broken walls everywhere. Fortunately, only the buildings collapsed.

Zhang Jia came hurriedly, clasped his fists and bowed. At first, he was left behind to not only be on guard in the city, but also to be responsible for the important task of evacuating the people in the city in times of crisis.

"Sir, everyone has been evacuated safely, and there are no casualties in the city."

On the other hand, the elders of the nine major sects looked somewhat grim. The casualties of each of the nine sects had almost reached about 30%, which was simply cutting off one's own flesh.

As for those small sects and clans, almost 60% of them were gone. In the end, only less than 2,000 people were left in such a huge team.

And this was because the Nine Sects came to the rescue in time and attracted most of the corpse kings and the living dead. If it had been a moment later, I'm afraid even more people would have died.

Ou Mingdong leaned close to Su Wanjun without paying attention. At this time, the elderly and frail elder spoke angrily.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you here to join in the fun instead of staying in Baidi City?"

Ou Mingdong hurried out and spoke awkwardly.

This group of disciples from the nine sects who were away were notified by their sects to rush to help Dongling City. When they received the secret letter, their fellow disciples from the sects had already gathered in Baidi City.

Several other elders were also asking their respective disciples, and the results were all the same, all of them were notified after the sect had given the order and gathered the manpower.

"How did you convince Jiu Zong?"

The great elder asked Che Dapao in an old voice.

"In fact, it was not me who persuaded him, but Quan Xiaotong. He gave you nine cases a file..."

Che Dapao spoke slowly, and after a quarter of an hour, the group of people seemed to be thinking about something.

It is really terrifying that the corpse refining lineage can actually reach out and interfere in the court arrangements.

In this case, could there be a traitor within their sect?
Several people thought about it with some worry.

"Can Quan Xiaotong convince Jiu Zong with just one file?"

The Great Elder still couldn't believe this. What kind of information could make the Nine Sects bleed so much and contribute manpower to the court?

"You can go and see it for yourself after you go back, and you will surely understand."

"Quan Xiaotong should be working on removing the thorns in the court. This is the only way to deal with this as it happened so suddenly."

Che Dapao naturally understood Quan Xiaotong's intention. Now that the Dongling City incident was over, he would probably not allow the spies from outside forces to continue to infiltrate the fifth floor.

"Everyone, after today's incident, do you still feel that the Corpse Refining Clan lost?"

Che Dapao spoke slowly with a serious face.

After the First World War, Quan Xiaotong's guesses were all correct.

How could such a powerful force be destroyed?

So what about the rumors among the people?

Why the other party is hiding outside the world of cultivators remains a mystery.

These words made the nine sect elders look extremely ugly. They were not stupid, and they could think of what Che Dapao could think of.

"Let's go back to the sect and discuss it first."

The elders from Nanli Jianzhai, Galan Temple and Piaomiao City were the first to get restless and hurriedly stood up and left with their disciples.

"Then we have to hurry back."

Several elders from Xingyue Pavilion, Qinglan Sect, and Langya Mountain looked at the hurried backs of the few people and stood up and left.

Uncle Mo wanted to leave, but couldn't find his cousin. After asking, he found out that he had gone to settle down with Han Yu.

As for the Great Elder, he was more impatient than anyone else and had long been unable to sit still. However, as the Twelve Immortals of Heaven were at their weakest, he simply could not leave.

Ou Mingdong watched Su Wanjun leave with her master, and wanted to stay a little longer along the way, so he spoke hurriedly.

"Master, I can't let go of the affairs of Baidi City, why don't I leave first?"

But before he could turn around, he was stopped by the great elder.

"You can leave tomorrow morning and help me change a few diapers tonight..."

(End of this chapter)