Chapter 790
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It was a huge valley!
Yan Chuan's airship stopped beside a large lake. In the distance, the nine great Void Stage experts glanced at each other, and all of their eyes revealed bewilderment.
"Senior Brother, it's been two months. What are these people doing?"
"Yes, brother. What do they want to do with the Holy Son?"
"Senior Brother, should we inform the Hall Master?"
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The nine people discussed in low voices.
The old man in the lead shook his head and said, "The Hall Master has assigned the nine of us to protect the Holy Son. We have already failed in our mission and will be punished by the Hall Master when we return. However, as long as the Holy Son is safe, we can bear any punishment. However, if we act rashly and the Holy Son loses a leg or an arm, we will not be able to escape the blame."
"But …" Everyone was still worried.
"No buts. We'll be punished if we go back and report, and we'll also be punished if we stay here. It's better not to anger this group of people. Moreover, we've been missing for two months. On the other hand, the Palace Master must have sent people to look for us!" The old man said.
"Don't worry. As long as we keep the Holy Son safe, the Temple Master will be able to find us soon," the old man said solemnly.
"Yes!"
"The safety of the Holy Son is our top priority!" Everyone nodded.
At this moment, a black-robed man slowly walked over.
It was Feng Yinyang.
Feng Yinyang walked to the front of the crowd and took a step forward.
Buzz!
A compass pattern was formed on the ground. The earth trembled slightly!
"Everyone, please make way. I'm going to set up a formation!" Feng Yinyang said calmly.
The faces of the nine Middle Void Stage martial artists turned unsightly.
They made way for Feng Yinyang to continue setting up the formation.
The nine Middle Void Stage experts walked to the side with awkward expressions.
"Senior Brother, is he setting up a Feng Shui array? Should we arrest him?! "
"Yes, capture him and trade him for the Holy Son!"
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Everyone whispered among themselves.
"No!" The leading old man immediately stopped everyone.
"Hmm?"
"So what if you captured a Feng Shui master? What if we can't save the Holy Son and infuriate them and hurt the Holy Son? What should we do then? "The leading old man asked in a low voice.
Everyone's face sank.
"What's more, even if the Holy Son is saved, our failure will not be mitigated. What's the difference between saving him and not saving him? It wouldn't be long before the Hall Master would be able to find them. Wouldn't it be better for the Hall Master to save the Holy Son? That way, at least the Young Temple Master will understand that we were also forced! "The old man explained.
Everyone's expression suddenly became serious, and they all nodded.
Feng Yinyang continued to set up the formation. The nine Middle Void Stage martial artists could only watch from the side.
"Everyone, please make way. We haven't set up the formation here yet!" Feng Yinyang walked up again.
The nine Middle Void Stage martial artists stepped aside, speechless. If it weren't for that little ancestor, would they have fallen to such a state?
On the flying boat! In front of the main hall where Jin Dayu was.
"Your Majesty, you mustn't! Jin Dayu is in danger! "Huo Guang stopped Yan Chuan.
"Don't worry!" Yan Chuan shook his head.
After saying that, Yan Chuan stepped into the main hall where Jin Dayu was.
"Bang!"
The door of the main hall slammed shut!
"Hades Emperor, please!" Jin Dayu said in a low voice.
There was a table in the middle of the main hall with tea on it. Jin Dayu was in high spirits at this moment.
He nodded. Yan Chuan swung his robe and sat down slowly.
"Jin Dayu, are you feeling better?" Yan Chuan smiled.
Yan Chuan didn't stand on ceremony with the tea on the table. He picked it up and took a sip.
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