Inside the light shield, a pavilion suddenly appeared in the light of a restriction.
A few young disciples rushed out in surprise.
Half-saint Withered Grass's expression changed.
"What did you say? I went in with Half-saint Withered Grass and Qing Song?"
The young disciples looked at each other.
One disciple scratched the back of his head.
"Yes! Just now, the three of you said that you found three alchemists who were treating the Sect Master and showed us their badges. That's why we opened the shield slightly.
But now, why are you … "
When the disciple said this, he suddenly became vigilant.
"You're impersonators!"
He pointed at Half-saint Withered Grass and the others.
The young disciples' expressions changed.
Half-saint Withered Grass said anxiously, "We're not impersonators. The ones who just went in are impersonators.
Open the shield and let us in. It'll be too late if we're late! "
Half-saint Withered Grass was anxious. He never thought that someone would impersonate a fellow disciple and trick the guards to open the shield and sneak in.
Moreover, they were going to treat their Master?
They were obviously trying to sneak up on their Master!
Once their Master was seriously injured or even killed, the entire Crimson Moon Mountain Gate would be finished.
"What are you waiting for? Let us in!"
Half-saint Withered Grass roared.
The young disciples were still alert. They looked at each other and couldn't make up their minds.
"I'll immediately report what happened here to the Sect Elders. Before that, don't act rashly."
A young disciple moved his body and flew towards the inside.
Gu Xuan frowned.
If the enemy really wanted to impersonate them, he was afraid that there would be people lying in ambush in the light shield.
That young disciple would most likely be killed before he could meet the Sect Elders.
"What should we do, my Lord?"
Half-saint Withered Grass asked Gu Xuan for help.
Before Gu Xuan could speak, more than a hundred warriors appeared behind them.
These warriors were at least in the Emperor Realm.
The leader was a Half-saint. His aura was like a mountain, unmoving like a bell.
"Haha, brothers, since the main characters have returned, it seems that our plan to trick them into opening the restriction will end in failure.
Brothers, retreat first. We'll discuss and come up with a countermeasure. It won't be too late to break the shield. "
The Half-Saint leader stared at Gu Xuan and the others with a smile.
Clearly, those words were directed at them.
Inside the light barrier.
When the young disciples heard this, their faces were filled with anger.
"Preposterous, you are indeed an imposter. You actually dare to impersonate Martial Uncle Fury. When he finds out, he will definitely make you die a miserable death.
Fortunately, we are quick-witted. Otherwise, we might have been deceived by you. "
A young disciple stared coldly at Half-Saint Withered Grass.
Demi-Saint Withered Grass was both anxious and furious. He had never thought that not only did the enemy sneak in, but there were also people lying in ambush outside.
Now, he, a dignified disciple of Crimson Moon Mountain Gate, had actually become an imposter. Although he had indeed impersonated Fury, his identity was Demi-Saint Withered Grass!
How could it be considered impersonation when one of their own was impersonating one of their own?
On the contrary, this group of people in front of him was too despicable!
Gu Xuan narrowed his eyes and scanned the hundred people before him.
Among these people, only a dozen or so had reached the Half-saint Realm. They had the same aura as the 15 Half-saints he'd encountered earlier.
The rest of the Martial Emperors did not have it.
In other words, the leader of the North Peak of Crimson Moon Mountain Gate only controlled people above the Half-saint Realm.
It made sense. The Martial Emperors were just cannon fodder.
"What should we do, Sect Master?"
Demi-Saint Withered Grass did not know what to do.
Even if he killed this group of people in front of him, it would not help.
The young disciples in the light barrier did not believe his identity. He did not know how long it would take to go back and forth to find the Elder to verify his identity.
"Now, since time is of the essence, we can only break in."
Gu Xuan's eyes flashed.
"Yunyun, enter my Ancient Flame Demon Mansion first."
Gu Xuan waved his hand, and Princess Yunyun turned into a ray of light and disappeared.
The only way to enter Crimson Moon Mountain Gate was to break the formation.
Once he broke the formation, the people in the formation would probably treat him as an enemy.
The enemies outside might also take the opportunity to attack him. It was more dangerous for Princess Yunyun to be outside.
After all, to be able to control so many Half-saints, the leader of the North Peak was at least a Martial Emperor of the Saint Realm.
Gu Xuan would not let down his guard against any Martial Emperor of the Saint Realm, even if he was only at the initial level of the Saint Realm.
Martial Emperors of the Saint Realm were extraordinary and had many tricks up their sleeves. Anything could happen when fighting with them.
"Blood Ancestor, it's your turn."
With a thought from Gu Xuan, a Blood Bat the size of a human suddenly appeared in the void.
"Hehe, is it finally my turn? Eh? "
Blood Ancestor looked at the group of people in front of him and was stunned. Then he was displeased.
"Boss, aren't they a group of refined corpses?
Refined corpses don't have blood. Even if there is a little, it won't be pretty. "
Gu Xuan pointed at the group of Martial Emperors.
"Aren't they Martial Emperors?"
Blood Ancestor curled his lips.
"A group of Martial Emperors is not enough to fill the gap between my teeth. Forget it, I will reluctantly accept them."
Blood Ancestor laughed strangely and pounced on the hundreds of enemies in front of him.
"What the hell is that? Kill it! "
The leader of the Half-Saints ordered. A total of five Half-Saints rushed toward the blood bat.
Five flags and five rays of black light shot toward Blood Ancestor.
It was as if the Blood Ancestor couldn't dodge the attack. He was caught off guard and shattered into pieces.
"Haha, I thought this guy was powerful. I didn't expect him to be so weak. What a joke."
A Martial Emperor at the peak of the Martial Emperor Realm laughed.
Then, he suddenly felt a drop of blood fall on his neck.
But he didn't care.
It was just a drop of blood. He would just wipe it off.
However, almost instantly, he felt that something was wrong.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his neck.
"What's going on?"
He controlled his soul power and looked at his neck.
There, the drop of blood had turned into a thumb-sized blood bat. It opened its small mouth and closed its fangs, sucking his blood.
"Oh no! That bat isn't dead! "
He roared in terror.
As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body shriveled and turned into a dried corpse. He fell from the sky.
"Ahhh …"
"Lord Half-Saint, help! It's sucking my blood …"
Screams of agony could be heard.
Blood Ancestor's body turned into countless drops of blood. Each drop of blood turned into a small bat and flew to the Martial Emperors' necks.
They were all turned into dried corpses before they could resist.
The faces of the Half-Saints changed drastically. They had never expected that the huge Blood Bat would have such an ability.
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