The Nine Emperor thought for a moment, and said with depression and anger: "When I accepted them, I had already made an oath. What should I do now?"

Jiuyang was also depressed when he heard this.

The other monks also looked at each other, and their faces were not good-looking.

"...Clan leader, since you made this vow, it's better... don't worry about anything, let us catch them and give it to this ancestor!"

Some demon said sinisterly, wanting to take advantage of the loopholes of oath.

"Nothing is that cheap!"

The Nine Emperor glared at him and said angrily: "If I don't know about this, any decision you make has nothing to do with me, but I already know. God will think that I have agreed to this divine disaster."

As soon as this said, Jiuyang suddenly became embarrassed.

Nine Emperor glanced at his son and said coldly: "You don't have to think too much. When I made a vow, not only did I not know how to deal with them, but I also restricted the masters of the clan from not dealing with them. After that, you all received my instructions. Even if you make a decision on my back today, I still can't get rid of it."

Upon hearing this, Jiuyang nodded slightly and asked again: "Dad, what should I do now?"

"what to do?"

The Nine Emperor asked back in a strange tone and sneered: "Since there is no way out of advance or retreat, of course we can only fight and tell that guy to go and let him fight as long as he can see if he can't break the protective formation left by his ancestors! If he dares to enter the formation, I will teach him an unforgettable lesson even if I die!"

It's so passionate!

It's decisive!

"The patriarch is wise!"

"You can't let him bully you, otherwise you will never end in the future!"

When everyone heard this, they were a little excited, and they all showed a fierce look of trying to death, and some of them were already full of breath.

Jiuyang has always been calm and steady, but he really couldn't think of any way, so he had to nod. Besides, if the Nine Emperors sold the two Emperors of Blood Sea, how would they face other monks who came to vote, and how would they attract other monks to vote in the future?

"Long Han, take a few people to stay in the deep blue crack. Unless I have my consent, they will not be allowed to run away secretly before the end of this war! Aoke, take a few people to guard the teleportation array for me. Without my consent, no monk is allowed to get close!"

Nine Emperors will do it again.

"Yes, patriarch!"

"Yes, patriarch!"

Some monks left.

On the edge of the cliff, Fang Junmei was still waiting.

He really hoped that the other party would come up with a way to be both good and good. Fang Junmei had no grudges with the Blood Luo tribe and was unwilling to attack the other party, but if there was no way, he could only break in and dig out the Blood Sea Emperor and the other two.

Of course, you must be a little cold and put a lot of pressure on the monks of the Blood Luo tribe.

"Senior, we have no way out. Please give me a call!"

The spiritual consciousness swept over, and the Nine Yang voice sounded in Fang Junmei's mind.

After all, we have to do one!

Fang Junmei sighed in her heart when she heard this.

Swish!

He took out the black broad sword and said coldly: "Then hide and wait for death, don't let me catch you!"

Domineering and cold.

Whoosh!

After the words came to an extremely heroic sword slashed forward.

The black sword edge exploded and stretched out like a ten-mile long distance, slashing forward, splitting the blood-red mist into a path.

boom!

The explosion sounded loudly.

In an instant, the earth and the sky shaking, and the fog seemed to boil, rolling wildly.

Swish-

But this sword seemed to have triggered something. In the boiling mist, there was a bursting sound and a sharp sound of breaking through the air. It started together, as if billions of needles were shot from it.

Fang Jun's eyebrows and eyes flashed. The next moment, he saw drops of blood-like raindrops, exploding from the depths of the fog.

call!

With a moving mind, the millstone whistled, and the gray space aura flew into a gray millstone outside Fang Junmei's body.

Bang bang bang-

The raindrops hit the millstone with ten thousand rpm and exploded wildly, splashing large pieces of broken gray smoke. It was quite good, and it even broke the millstone with half a thousand rpm.

Fang Junmei glanced at him a few times, ignored him and continued to bombard him.

Boom boom boom boom-

The sound of the explosion started completely, and it was endless together.

Fang Junmei finally had to do such a mountain banging incident.

In the world under the fog, there was no idea that there were any monks who were alarmed and flew out of the house and looked at the sound with horror, and were at a loss.

Soon, there were dense figures in the sky, and ninety percent of them were demon cultivators.

"What's wrong?"

"Who called?"

The monks were talking about it.

"Don't panic!"

The loud shout burst out, mixed with abundant magic power, which almost spread to every corner under the fog, and the voice of the Nine Emperors.

"No matter who fights, the mountain guard formation left by our ancestors can protect your safety. Everyone will return to their own positions. Whoever dares to make trouble will be killed immediately without mercy!"

Let me say another sentence.

After all, he is the leader of a clan and has his own overlord spirit.

When the cultivators heard this, they finally calmed down a little, but became even more curious.

"Shadowless!"

The next moment, there was an angry shout coming from the direction outside the fog.

"I want to see how a small formation of the Heavenly Demon Division resisted the means of me, the ancestor monk. After I came in, you will know that for the sake of the two surrendered monks, you will be disobeying me!"

Fang Junmei's voice came again.

Obviously, he is still putting pressure on the Nine Emperors.

The voice also rolled and spread into the ears of other monks. When the cultivators heard this, they didn't say anything, but they muttered in their hearts.

It was the cultivator of the Renzu who came to kill him?

Who is the patriarch trying to protect? He wants to bring us together and become enemies with this person?

Can this mountain guard formation in the clan really block the attack of a human ancestor cultivator?

Boom-

The sound of bombardment was like continuous thunder, becoming more and more intense and louder, and the fog naturally rolled and became more and more powerful.

In the Blood Luo tribe, almost 90% of the monks are all wise monks with evil spirits and bloodthirstyness. They are best at understanding the situation from the details.

From the increasingly dense attacks, we can hear the attacking monk's irritability and anger, and will never give up until he achieves his goal. If he can't kill in, it's fine. If he can kill in, there will definitely be a massacre to be staged.

At this moment, how many monks looked ugly, and how many monks looked in the direction of Nine Yang, hoping that he would make a more rational decision.
Chapter completed!