My brother is too strong

"Boom!"

Powerful attacks fell, and spells were earth-shattering.

The terrifying aura made the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect tremble.

The formation's light soared and was so dazzling that many people couldn't see anything on the white side in front of their eyes.

Soon, the turmoil of heaven and earth gradually weakened, and the light faded.

Are we dead?

Are we not dead?

Many Lingxiao sect disciples touched their bodies for the first time and found that they were still fine. They were suddenly surprised and happy.

"No, okay?"

"I-are we okay?"

"Fa, what happened?"

When the light receded, everyone discovered that the formation around Tianyu Peak was still standing. Although the light was slightly dim, it was enough to surprise many people.

"Can this, can, block the attacks of the combined stage?"

"Haha, that's awesome."

"Senior Brother Lu is mighty. This is the method left by Senior Brother Lu to protect us..."

The disciples of Lingxiao Sect were surprised, while the enemies outside were shocked.

"No, it's impossible!"

"Damn it!"

The first thing that was unacceptable was the two combined stages that had just been shot.

They couldn't believe their eyes.

The strongest below are the fourth and fifth level formations.

There are no level six formations.

Can such a formation withstand their attacks?

"I don't believe it anymore!" The two men looked at each other and yelled again, "Kill!"

The two of them took action again. If they didn't break through these formations today, they would have no shame in messing around.

The two struck again, leaving no trace of their strength behind.

The spells fell with terrifying power.

"Boom!"

The explosion sounded again, and the light of the formation skyrocketed again.

However, when the light passed, the formation remained intact and unscathed.

"impossible..."

The eyes of the two enemies in the combined stage were almost frightened.

"why?"

The disciples of Lingxiao Sect were even more surprised.

It seems that they are safe hiding here.

The flickering formation turned into an indestructible city wall, helping them resist the enemy's attack.

But even the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect don't know why the fourth and fifth level formations can withstand the joint attack of two people in the combined stage.

The same is true for Xiang Yuchen and others. They are not proficient in the battle method, so they look at Shao Cheng.

Shao Cheng sighed quietly, his tone full of sadness.

"Shaoqing, connect these formations together and let them form a large formation."

"This formation is connected to the land of Tianyu Peak. The power of the attack will be distributed to each formation and then offset."

Shao Cheng's eyes were sad, and An Qianyan next to him stepped forward and took Shao Cheng's hand.

Only she knew how sad her Taoist companion was.

Of the three direct disciples, two are still alive and dead, and one is certain to have died.

Not many people can understand the sadness of losing a loved one.

More than three hundred years have not been able to dilute the longing for them.

Now, the legacy left by the fallen Lu Shaoqing once again protects everyone and the sect.

Seeing things and missing people will only hurt you more.

If he hadn't controlled it, if he hadn't been facing everyone in front of him, Shao Cheng would have shed tears.

After Shao Cheng's explanation, everyone understood.

At the same time, he admired Lu Shaoqing even more.

Xiang Yuchen sighed, "Junior Brother Shaoqing, alas..."

Is he really jealous of Yingcai?

Yin Qi seemed to be infected by sadness, her eyes were slightly red, "Damn it, why is this happening?"

"Isn't it said that good people don't live long and bad people live for thousands of years?"

Only the upper echelons like them know about Lu Shaoqing's contribution to the sect.

An Qianyan suppressed the sadness in her heart and said softly, "Master, quickly arrange for everyone to rest and get ready."

Although it seems safe now, the formation will one day be unable to withstand it.

Once the formation is broken, it will be a real fight to the death.

Xiang Yuchen nodded and hurriedly directed everyone to rest.

Tianyu Peak sounds like a mountain peak, but it is actually quite large.

The range covered by this formation is hundreds of miles, which is enough for more than a thousand Lingxiao sect disciples to settle down.

Shao Cheng returned to the real core area of ​​Tianyu Peak, the real Tianyu Peak.

Shao Cheng's eyes fell on the stone bed under the sycamore tree with sad eyes. He asked An Qianyan, "Am I selfish?"

"Obviously the environment here is better, but I don't want other disciples to come up..."

This is where their Tianyu Peak lineage lives, and there are also sacred trees such as the sycamore tree.

The environment here has been nurtured and has become a truly blessed place.

Ordinary people can live a long life here without any disease or pain.

When ordinary monks come here, their cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds.

Now, if those ordinary disciples are allowed to come here, not only will their injuries be healed faster, but their strength may also be greatly improved.

However, Shao Cheng didn't want too many people to come here.

No one else, because this is where his three apprentices live.

Everything here remains the same, with almost no changes after more than three hundred years.

An Qianyan held Shao Cheng's hand again and said softly, "Let them come up, but it won't have much effect in a short time."

"This is how it is here, it's pretty good."

Of course she knew the reason why Shao Cheng didn't want other ordinary disciples to come here.

"The enemy is attacking the door?" The sycamore tree appeared, with a nervous look on its face.

Beside him, there was a child, about ten years old, who looked like a trumpet of an old sycamore tree.

He is the sycamore tree that Lu Shaoqing brought back and planted.

Here, the time it took him to transform was hundreds of times faster than the time it took the old sycamore tree before.

After Wutongshu came back from the demon world, he felt very tired.

Two thighs, the right leg was raised to the sky, and the left leg was amputated.

When he came here, he wanted to leave for a while, but at that time the little sycamore tree was in the period of growth and development, and he had no good place to go.

After all, there are few places in the world that can compare with this place.

So he stayed here for more than three hundred years.

Now, the enemy is coming, and Wutongshu is already considering whether to run away...