Just as the four people rushed out and were entangled with Guangren and others, Huo Wuwei, who was still in the palace, finally reacted and hurriedly instructed everyone around him and the officers and soldiers outside to rush over at the same time. However, as his instructions were issued, the monks who were pressed at the door to be punished suddenly stood up. The executioners who were guarding them cooperated with these people and handed the weapons and hidden magic weapons in their hands to the hands of these monks.

These monks were originally held at the gate of the palace. A hundred or ten people instantly occupied the main gate. They automatically divided into two teams. Half of them either used magic or directly used magic weapons in their hands to deal with the official army and monks occupying the gate. While Huo Wuwei's people reacted to attack, the forty or fifty monks worked together to cast spells, and a huge fireball hit Huo Wuwei and others. Such fire control techniques were considered to be the pinnacle. Huo Wuwei and others dared not take it head-on, so they could only find a way to dodge. However, the fireball was too fast, and many officers and soldiers were burned to ashes in an instant. The fireball flew to the sedan chair and did not see any moves in the sedan chair. The huge fireball suddenly disappeared out of thin air when it touched the sedan chair, as if it had never appeared before.

While it was messy inside, the remaining half of the monks used their weapons and magic weapons to remove the door frame of the palace gate. A hidden magic array was exposed inside. After the magic array was revealed, these people began to cast spells and activate the magic array. After a while, the magic array was running. With the palace gate as the center, a transparent high wall appeared at the same time several hundred feet away. This high wall that no one could see separated Guangren and Huo Wuwei. Unless the monks inside stopped the magic array, no matter who wanted to break the magic array and rush out, it would take a lot of energy.

After watching the men of his subordinates rushing to the magic circle several times but failed, Huo Wuwei's face turned pale. He turned around and looked at the sedan chair behind him. A man's voice came from the sedan chair: "I didn't expect me to come forward so soon. Such a little fish can't be solved. Xuanyang Hou, you've disappointed me a little..." The man's voice was deliberately concealed, as if he was afraid that someone would hear his identity.

"No, now is not the time for you to come out," Huo Wuwei finished speaking, pulled out a smuggler who had just arrived from afar, and said to him with a little anxious stomach: "That great warlock, Xi Yingzhen, didn't you let him come over on time? Now, what about others?"

The entourage was so sucked by him that he couldn't breathe, and replied with a trembling trembling: "Xi Dashu said he was going to see the Empress. Bei Zhi urged him several times. Xi Dashu told Bei Zhi not to make noise, saying that he would come back when he should come. Bei Zhi had no choice but to come back first to report to Lord Xuanyang Hou."

"You are also called "report". If you don't bring the person you brought, what's your life?" In a rage, Huo Wuwei slapped the head of this life entourage. After a muffled sound, the entourage only had one cavity left and stood on the ground, and the head level turned into a pile of minced meat and splashed everywhere.

Almost at the same time Huo Wuwei killed the entourage, the four guys also changed when fighting with Guangren and others outside. One of them turned into a fireball and smashed down towards Guangren's position. Almost at the same time, Guangti's hair flew, and a light flashed from her hair all over her head. Then a human-shaped fireball was screaming a few feet above the ground. Then the flame disappeared. The old man fell from mid-air just now, and saw a hole in the old man's heart that was the size of a bowl, and his heart was not sure where he got inside.

Four old men were four in one. After one died, the other three had a look of pain on their faces. The three people's hands were paused for half a beat. In this moment, they had to pause and kill three people. The sword light in Guangyi's hand cut off one of the old men's heads, and the other died under the joint attack of Volcano and Guangti. The last one was attacked by five or six sect leaders. One of them did not pay attention and was knocked out half of his body by the thunder in his palm.

Seeing that the four guys who had tried their best to invite him to help the boxing, Huo Wuwei lost his life in a moment, gritted his teeth and shouted to his subordinates: "This formation is only a few hundred feet long. Go around and inform the guards outside, so that his army can suppress us to buy out time."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man who looked like a military officer next to him replied in panic: "When the four men rushed out just now, the army of the guards should have rushed forward. They are not moving at all now, but there is something wrong..." As he said these few words, the military officer began to slowly retreat, fearing that this news would make the Marquis Xuanyang angry, and then he would vent his anger on his body like he did to his entourage just now.

At this time, Huo Wuwei had already reacted and looked at the position where the officials gathered outside through the palace gate. He saw four or five thousand people standing motionlessly. The Weiwei, who had already formed an alliance with him, was sitting on a high horse and staring in the direction in front of the palace gate. From his gaze, the Weiwei of Guard did not care about Guangren's affairs. He was looking at himself with a low gaze. The gaze was like a mastiff waiting for orders. As long as someone gave him an order, he would rush over with his troops and tore him to pieces.

After a moment, nothing was right. Huo Wuwei's heart was in a mess. At this moment, a cloud of dark clouds floated in the sky that made people so depressed that they were so angry that they were angry. With the sound of lightning and thunder, dozens of figures jumped down from the dark clouds. These figures jumped around Huo Wuwei, raised all kinds of strange magic weapons and slashed at these people.

"Demons, aren't these monsters ours? How did they rebel?" Someone in Huo Wuwei's team knew the origin of the monsters coming down from the dark clouds. He was so scared that he shouted. In a hurry, more than a hundred people on Huo Wuwei's side instantly lost their lives.

"Baijiang, do you dare to rebel? Don't you want to split the land and build a country?" Huo Wuwei killed a demon and shouted to the head of the group of demons: "What benefits have they given you? Do you even want your country of scattered immortals?"

"They gave a benefit that can be fulfilled," Bai Jiang looked at Huo Wuwei with a grim smile, smashed a monk's head with the big bore in his hand, and continued: "What you promised is the moon in the well. No matter how big the moon is, you can't get it. Xuanyang Marquis, today I will use the upward heads of you and the master of Wentian to exchange for the world of pure cultivation for our scattered immortals. I'm sorry..."

While speaking, Bai Jiang's body began to swell and instantly turned into a monster that was neither human nor beast. He shouted, then he rushed towards Huo Wuwei with his own boring rod. After Bai Jiang transformed, other monsters also transformed one after another. In an instant, dozens of hideous monsters rushed towards Huo Wuwei from various positions.

When they took action, Guangren and others watched slowly outside the palace gate, as if they had no intention of rushing in,

"Xi Yingzhen, aren't you coming out yet?" At this time, Huo Wuwei had retreated to the sedan chair. In this way, he had not hired the help of the people in the sedan chair. However, the shouting came out of the air and a burst of laughter suddenly came from the air. Then a demon who had already rushed to Huo Wuwei's side suddenly burst. After saying "bang," it turned into blood mist and filled the air.

An impatient voice came from the blood mist: "Didn't you tell you that Grandpa Warlock will come when it's time to come? Isn't it dead yet? What are you afraid of? What if your voice woke the emperor up? Seeing Grandpa Warlock, I was talking to the empress, can I explain clearly?" When he was speaking, a figure had already emerged from the blood mist. It was the great sorcerer Xi Yingzhen, with a jade plaque on his waist, and thirty-two carved with oracle bone inscriptions...
Chapter completed!