Chapter 406 406 Ten Thousand Spirits 4

"Execute immediately, as many people as possible can be saved." The official command representative of Asong stood up and made a prompt decision, making the final decision.

As for the ordinary people, he makes the decision. As for the warlocks, they look to Yu Hong.

"There are still twenty-six minutes. This is the approximate time I estimate. I cannot rule out that the Immortal General and Taoist Caijing will suddenly teleport and quickly approach here." Yu Hong said, "Everyone, guide the people to evacuate immediately!!

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"Long Qingzi, if there is an army of spiritual disasters attacking, you are responsible for delaying the attack." He looked at Long Qingzi.

"Yes!" Long Qingzi gritted his teeth and could only lower his head.

"Let's begin, everyone." Yu Hong said nothing more.

Turn around and leave the command hall.

Planes kept taking off outside and flying away into the distance.

It was obviously those high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen who got the news in advance.

However, several of these planes were hit by flying meteors in mid-air and exploded on the spot.

These meteors are not straight lines, but can bend and move freely, and are surrounded by groups of three-eyed golden armored dragons, like interstellar battleships falling from the sky.

When Yu Hong walked out of the command hall, he immediately found his master Yu Mo and asked him to pack his things and gather at the Taoist temple.

Then there are the top leaders of the Spirit Alliance, Qinghuang, the remaining nine sect masters, Taoist Jinguang and others.

In addition, Cheng Shu and other warlocks were notified one by one.

More than ten minutes later, 90% of the people in Qingchen Temple who had received the notice were present.

"Where is Ku Chan!?" Yu Hong entered the courtyard, but found that Ku Chan was not there.

He is a top genius at the Heavenly Master level. He has created his own Taoist techniques and can even directly consume low-level spiritual disasters to supplement himself and support his battles.

He naturally hopes that such a talented master will not die casually.

"He went with Long Qingzi, saying he didn't want to run away." Lian Yunzi sighed.

"Let him do it." Yu Hong was speechless. Even if he had mastered the spiritual light, he could not force someone who was no longer afraid of death.

"His whole family died in the hands of spiritual disasters, and he is different from us. If he hides properly and feeds himself with war, it is indeed better than hiding." Wuyudao said humanely.

"Okay." Yu Hong stopped talking and looked at everyone present.

Lian Yunzi and three others were here, and the four sect masters and close disciples totaled more than ten people.

The total number of old Taoists and disciples here at Qingchen Temple is more than forty.

Then there are Cheng Shu and other elders from the Lingguang Alliance, more than thirty people in total.

All of these add up to a total of close to a hundred people. They are the essence of warlocks remaining in the Asong region of this world in a short period of time.

"There is no hope here anymore." Yu Hong waved his hand and released the technique, sealing off the entire Taoist temple to prevent the sound from being transmitted outside.

"I have a choice. I can take you out of here and go to a place where the temperature is extremely low, but slightly safer than here. Which of you is willing to come together!?" He said solemnly.

"Safe? Is there such a place now!?" Taoist Buyu asked.

"I can't take too many people away, so only you here have the right to choose, whether to go or not. You have two minutes to think about it." Yu Hong ignored the question and continued.

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Everyone fell silent for a moment, and seeing Yu Hong's serious face, no one thought he was joking.

At this critical juncture, as the leader of the Spirit Alliance, he should know very well that this is not the time to joke, so this retreat, this so-called relatively safe place, has a high probability to really exist.

"Can't we bring more people?" Yu Hen asked in a deep voice.

"." Yu Hong shook his head.

His black ship is only so big, and the space it can accommodate is extremely limited.

There was an unspeakable silence.

Everyone seriously considered this choice.

Should he follow everyone and hide in the underground nuclear defense facility, or go with the leader to a completely unknown so-called safe place.

Not long after.

Yu Hong opened his mouth and said.

"If you don't want to, you can go out now."

Silently, many people from the Nine Sects walked out. These surviving sect masters, including Taoist Wuyu, did not have that much trust in Hong. Instead of gambling with him, it would be better to catch him and watch.

Something visible.

The leader, the silent Taoist, bowed to Yu Hong with his fists raised, and then silently led the others away.

As soon as these ten people left, even Yunzi and the other three people also started to leave.

"I can probably guess what safe place you are talking about, leader, but we haven't gone there yet. If we all leave, it would be too bad if the teacher breaks out and no one comes to guide him after all the hard work.

That's it." Taoist Jin Guang had a resolute look on his face. He cupped his fists and saluted Yu Hong, and left the Taoist temple together with Taoist Yaochen Lian Yunzi.

Suddenly, only the Qingchen Guan group and the original Spirit Alliance member Cheng Shu and others were left in the field.

The top players all chose to stay.

Yu Hong didn't try to stay. He could sense from his mental induction that those who stayed behind had a faint intention of death in their hearts.

Perhaps they are bound by each other, perhaps because of hatred, perhaps because they are too tired to escape.

This group of people are not even afraid of death, so naturally they don't care about his so-called aura threat.

But the other party's words reminded him that Quan He's greatest aura has not returned. Is it isolated and locked by the heaven? Or is Quan He not dead? He is just temporarily trapped!?

This thought made him feel a faint hope.

Looking at the back of the last Lian Yunzi leaving, the Taoist temple door slowly closed.

"Now, no one will leave anymore?" Yu Hong glanced at everyone present. "Then release the spiritual light and protect yourself. Follow me!"

He turned around first and walked towards the room where he practiced and retreated. After a while, he entered through the open door.

Yu Hen, Yu Mo and other veteran Taoists nodded, summoned their auras, and followed in.

Cheng Shu and others also released the silver light with firm faces and followed.

The remaining more than seventy people filed into the room one after another, forming a long queue.

The strange thing is that as soon as everyone entered the room, they were plunged into a deep black mist.

"This is the Black Disaster Fog!?" Qinghuang at the front reacted and recognized the situation.

He surrendered very early, and with his hard work and dedication, he was already considered a high-ranking member of the Spiritual Alliance.

With him was the old cunning Zhao Jingtan.

He didn't even leave.

There is no mistake, every song is published and every content is read one by one!

"It is indeed the fog of the black disaster." Zhao Jingtan whispered while looking around.

He casually grabbed a wisp of mist and felt it carefully.

He is also a top warlock at the level of the Seven Evils, and he is also a master at the same level as the master of the Nine Sects. Naturally, he has his own way of distinguishing.

"Don't worry, just follow me." Yu Hong in front was still walking in the black mist. The furnishings in the surrounding rooms had long been completely blurred, covered by the black mist, and disappeared.

Although they knew it was a small, small bedroom, the group of them felt as if they were marching on an extremely empty plain of dense fog, which gave them a strange sense of absurdity.

Not long after, the sound of the river gradually came from ahead.

When everyone took a closer look, a dark river appeared in front of them, with a simple pier built of stone and wood on the river.

Yu Hong had already stepped onto the wooden bridge of the small pier and walked deeper into the black mist.

Everyone hesitated in their steps. But Yu Hong in front seemed to have expected it, and his body also lit up with a rich silver aura. It was like a beacon, guiding everyone.

This light immediately made everyone feel much calmer.

The bright silver light also penetrated a lot of the surrounding black fog, and there was no longer as strong a sense of weirdness as before.

Soon, a huge black ship docked on the shore appeared in front of Yu Hong.

The boat is an old wooden boat from ancient times, with wooden masts and sails.

Yu Hong jumped onto the black ship and dropped a ladder from the side of the ship above.

The people behind slowly climbed up the black boat along the ladder.

After getting on the boat, Yu Mo touched the side of the boat. The clammy and slippery feel made his scalp feel numb. Then he stood on the side of the boat and looked down at the surging black river outside the boat. There seemed to be something strange and dangerous in the river.

The shadows were watching them through the water.

squeak.

People quickly finished boarding, and the black ship shook slightly, making the first noise of being fully loaded.
To be continued...