Autumn Swallow's Nest Pass.

Walk down the path down the mountain from Baiyun Temple, just walk straight down, and you can walk leisurely in the courtyard, and you can only walk to Yanchao Pass in two or three incense sticks.

Therefore, Qiushui disciples near Baiyun Temple are very familiar with Yanchao Pass, but none of them expected that the most broken and smallest city tower among the four mountain gate passes was actually the strongest.

What they did not expect was that the Baiyun Temple Master, the old farmer who had been brewing wine and farming all day long, actually withstood the joint attack of the three palace masters of the Immortal Alliance with one person. Even if two strange people joined at this moment, the Baiyun Temple Master was still not at a disadvantage with the cooperation of his disciples.

Looking at the extremely fierce iron fist on his head, listening to the sound of the air exploding with the punch, the disciples who were taking refuge in Qiushui Sword Tomb felt extremely at ease.

Although the fight outside was very fierce, under the protection of the Kun Formation, apart from the roar of wind and thunder cannons that sounded from time to time in my ears, the inside of the autumn water ridges was still peaceful.

However, even though the sword tomb was still as calm as usual, most of the two thousand disciples in the field had a sad and bleak expression on their faces, and some even buried their heads and began to whimper in a low voice.

These disciples who took refuge in the sword tomb are basically the youngest generation in each blessed land, such as Mu Ningshuang and Shuiyueju Gongsun Yu from Zhuque Pavilion.

These disciples who were willing to stay under the threat of the Immortal Palace undoubtedly had a deep affection for Qiu Shui. So now that I saw Qiu Shui suffer, I could only sit here and do nothing. Why don’t they dare to feel so frustrated?

What's more, in the battle just now, more than a dozen "incredible people" suddenly joined, causing heavy casualties and injuries among their uncles who defended the outside world, making these disciples who had seen a little hope suddenly fall into the abyss. Most of the people who died in the city were respected senior elders in various blessed places.

"Let's go out, we'd rather die in battle than watch them die for me here!"

"My master is dead and my senior brother is dead, how can I live so silly?"

"Let's go out!"

Watching the death of their uncles and uncles in the Xu Si Si, some of the disciples could not sit like this anymore. They all shouted loudly with a resolute look on their faces.

The targets they shouted were Song Shuwen, Ji Zhen and others standing on the altar north of the Jianzhong.

"Shut up!"

Song Shuwen, who had always been gentle, suddenly became angry.

His voice exploded like thunder in the ears of everyone below.

"You are so selfish and ridiculous as you are so naive!"

He pointed loudly below and shouted to the disciples and asked.

"We are willing to die for Qiushui. This is righteousness! Why are we naive and just say it? The head of the Democratic Sect is really heartbreaking!"

Someone retorted angrily.

"You are a disciple of Zhuoquanju?"

Song Shuwen glanced at the disciple and continued:

"Your master Deyun's life has given you a glimmer of life. You don't cherish it but only regard him as a living being alone. You also say this nonsense that is willing to die. How can such a childish act not be ridiculous or selfish? Your master's sacrifice is righteous. If you go to die this time, it can only be regarded as ignorance and stupidity!"

His voice sounded loudly among the small valley of the sword tomb.

"you……"

"never mind."

Just when Song Shuwen wanted to say something else, an old man suddenly interrupted him.

This old man is nothing but Sun Wumou.

Although the young disciples below didn't know Sun Wumou, after seeing him interrupting Song Shuwen directly, Song Shuwen was not angry but was respectful on his face. He couldn't help but become curious about the identity of the old man.

"Qiu Shui has established a sect for thousands of years. Today's situation is not the first time I encounter. Like you, this life is also given by my master. Just remember this kindness."

Sun Wumou glanced at the disciples below and said.

Sun Wumou said this very calmly, but the disciples below were angry and a stir.

"That's the case, but I don't know if we can survive today."

But when the uproar gradually subsided, I don’t know who said this in a low voice in frustration.

Although the sound is small, it expresses the voices of many people. Although many elders resist desperately, the Tianzhu Formation is hanging above their heads. Many people still have unknown ideas about whether they can escape this disaster, so this sound seems extremely harsh in this quiet sword tomb.

However, this was more dissatisfied by most disciples. It was not necessary to say such despicable words before the comrade's bones were cold.

"You can rest assured."

Just as everyone was looking for who was saying this in the crowd, Sun Wumou spoke again.

"We old guys will definitely let you survive today. You only need to do one thing today, that is, remember the shame of autumn water today and the hatred of autumn water today. When that day comes, please come back and return this shame of today a thousand times."

I saw him continue.

Sun Wumou's voice was not loud, but every word he said made the disciples present feel a trembling heart.

Looking at the old man on the stage who looked almost twilight, the disciples who were worried about whether they could live today suddenly felt a burning heat on their faces. How could they not feel ashamed to protect a group of old men who had fallen into the realm?

At the same time, Qiushui disciples who were originally just looking at Sun Wumou suddenly found that there were many elderly people on the altar of the sword tomb. Not only that, more and more "strange" old people came to the sword tomb, and then walked up the tall and wide altar along the stairs of the altar to the altar.

Although most of these old people were hunched and their hair was gray, when they looked closely, they saw that the eyes of these old people were sharper than those, and a few of them were even more terrifying.

These old men who clearly had no degree of cultivation suddenly made the young disciples sitting below feel a little scared, and they unconsciously stood up one after another.

"When did so many old men come to Qiushui?"

They said in surprise while being shocked.

...

"Old Mr. Sun just got taught what he said."

Song Shuwen stood in front of Sun Wumou and said with a very respectful look.

"nothing."

Sun Wumou shook his head with a smile.

After saying that, he first turned around and looked at Qian Chaosheng, who was greeting the group of old men walking up the altar, and then looked up at the virtual statue above his head.

"It's really a pain for Mr. Big."

Seeing the scene of a big man guarding the courtyard gate alone in a virtual image, Sun Wumou sighed.

"And Mr. Yang from Baiyun Temple."

Song Shuwen looked at the virtual image projecting the scene of Yanchao Pass and said with gratitude:

"He is the one who is most qualified to leave here, but he didn't expect that he would help us stay here until now."

"After waiting for an incense stick, they only need one incense stick to withdraw. Then we will leave it to our old people."

Sun Wumou patted Song Shuwen on the shoulder and said.

"Um."

Song Shuwen did not look at Sun Wumou, but just nodded silently like a child.

"Then, what is that?! Why did another virtual image come out!"

Suddenly, a burst of exclamations erupted among the disciples in the audience.
Chapter completed!