After all, from just now until now, he has never seen anyone except the people in red.

And the two saint slaves, as if they had made an appointment, disappeared together.

"careful!"

Xin felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy in an instant, and his spiritual thoughts immediately covered the surrounding area. He suddenly rushed to Lan Ling's side and protected him.

 “Where is the signaling unit?”

He shouted: "Immediately report the situation here to the outside world. Storyteller and Wu Xiu are not something we can take down."

 No one responded.

 The scene was eerily silent.

Hei Ming sneered: "You brainless fool, the communication team has also entered the ancient book space, but do you think they can withstand the explosion and break through the several layers of space debris at the same time?"

 Xin was startled for a moment.

 Turning his head back, he saw the red clothes with large areas of tears.

 Everyone of them looks very familiar, they are all the people who are on the front line with me on weekdays.

yes!

These guys with rich combat experience can get out of the several layers of space debris pushed in by the blast.

 But what about the communication troops who are not good at fighting?

 Xin Xin’s eyelids closed for a moment and he remained silent.

Everyone's eyes dimmed as well, and they lowered their heads slightly.

The atmosphere is a bit stagnant.

　No one spoke, only the patter of rain kept making noise high in the sky.

Everyone actually understood that this mission was very difficult, and even a storyteller and the Holy Slave Wu Xiu appeared in the middle.

Can……

The battle hasn't even started yet, but the other side has sealed the space with an ancient book and detonated it.

 Half of your own people are dead?

"This is supposed to be Gou...Wuyue Sword Immortal's mission!" Xin suddenly said loudly.

"letter!"

Lan Ling suddenly turned his head and glared fiercely.

 Xin immediately lowered his head again.

 Yeah, so what if it’s his mission?

 They both belong to the Holy Temple, although their respective coefficients belong to the red and white factions of different factions.

 But we are all a family, and things like this are not done intentionally.

People are not brought in by them.

 Can you blame me?

 No wonder!

 “Just wait.”

“When the outside world contacts you again, will you take the communication jade with you?”

 Shouye raised his hand and patted Xin's shoulder gently.

His nose twitched, he turned his head and looked to the side, his eyes were blank and seemed completely out of focus.

“The storyteller may not be here anymore.”

“His ancient book space needs to be prepared in advance, otherwise it will be impossible to reproduce the ‘Sealing Heaven Formation’ and ‘Thirty-six Heaven Sealing Wu Formation’.”

“Instead of replicating them all, the rules are missing. If he wants to create a new space for ancient books, he must complete the rules of heaven.”

 “Even he can’t do this kind of thing.”

“Therefore, it is simply impossible to use those methods against us again.”

"And there is Lan Ling here. After controlling the formation, it will be useless for him to come out again..."

Shou Ye paused for a moment, and Xin immediately asked: "What do you want to do?"

 He is very familiar with this situation.

Last time near Linghuangze, the vigil had the same tone, and then he set off alone on the road to find Xu Xiaoshou.

 Zhou Ye shook his head gently: "This place and the White Cave will be left to you, but... Lu Ke cannot die!"

After saying that, he turned around and flew away.

 “I’ll go with you!”

 Xin suddenly became anxious.

Who doesn’t know that Lu Ke is in the hands of Shengnu Laoer?

　　If you let Su Ye go alone on this journey, wouldn't you just watch him die?

 “Protect Lan Ling.”

Hei Ming pressed down the letter and said solemnly: "I'll go."

 Xin Xin’s eyes suddenly turned bad, “Are you okay?”

Heiming: "..."

He didn't even want to say anything, he just jumped up.

 But at this moment, a burst of "hee hee" laughter suddenly came from above his head.

“Hehe, isn’t your opponent someone else?”

Hei Ming suddenly raised his head.

 But above his head, he saw that at some point, a figure in a ragged red dress had appeared.

 “Say, book, person!”

Hei Ming gritted his teeth and understood something at once: "Are you waiting for Vigil to leave?"

 “Hee hee, you’ve become smarter.”

　　The storyteller pinched his fingers and said delicately: "After all, that old guy has too much power. I wonder if you all have a share of this thing, or is it just him?"

Hei Ming’s heart sank directly to the bottom.

 One piece per person?

 I think so!

 But the red-coated troops at the Holy Temple Headquarters cannot do this.

What's more, it's an opportunity for me to watch myself.

"What's the point of you staying?" Hei Ming said in a low voice, "You said yourself that you don't want to kill anyone, and there is no one here who can kill for you now!"

　　The storyteller's smiling eyes glanced around the crowd, and finally settled on Lan Ling.

"It's amazing, he can control the formation to this extent."

“It’s true that I may not be able to kill a few of you, but it’s also impossible to hurt them with this formation.”

The storyteller rolled his eyes and said: "Otherwise, we will stay here separately. If you don't move, others won't move either. How about that?"

"ha?"

This time, even Lan Ling, who was controlling the formation, was in a daze for a moment.

  What is this statement?

If the enemy doesn’t move, I won’t move?

"Why is that so?" Hei Ming squeezed out his voice from between his teeth, "What on earth do you want to do?!"

 “Nothing done...”

 The storyteller curled his fingers, pursed his lips and sighed, "It's just that someone asked others to stop you. There is no other reason. They are being used."

 Someone?

 All the people in red were stunned, but they reacted in the next second.

 The second son of the Holy Slave!

 …

 “Reach to the sky in one step!”

 “Two steps to reach the sky!”
To be continued...