Wang Jingze was shocked when he heard this.

"What, who to kill? Kill Wen Tailai?"

Feng Chengjun nodded coldly and said, "Yes, kill Wen Tailai!"

Wang Jingze was still in shock and seemed unable to accept it.

"But, but, Wen Tai came to him..."

Feng Chengjun's eyes flashed, and he said coldly: "Kill Wen Tailai, and I will give you half of the Maoshan legacy treasury!"

As soon as he said this, Wen Tailai's face became extremely exciting, filled with horror, fear, doubt, and confusion...

Maoshan sect relic library?

What did the third master say about the Maoshan sect’s legacy treasury?

Didn't I ask Wang Jingze to send a message to the Third Master a long time ago, telling him that there was a fraud in the Maoshan Sect's legacy treasury, and that it was a trap set up by Zhu Jiuzhong and Yun Zhong?

Wen Tailai suddenly seemed to realize something. His eyes were like daggers, and he looked at Wang Jingze sharply.

"Young Master Wang, what exactly did you say to Third Master during the transmission?"

At this moment, Wang Jingze seemed to have come to his senses, his eyes flashing with greed, and he seemed to have been moved by Feng Chengjun's "attractive conditions"!

Wang Jingze chuckled, with a murderous aura in his laughter.

"Brother Chengjun wants you to die, so just go on your way!"

As he said this, Wang Jingze raised his hands high.

"Prepare!"

After giving the order, all his men raised their crossbows with fierce looks in their eyes.

This kind of crossbow is different from ordinary crossbows. It does not fire arrows, but spiritual attacks!

The shape of the crossbow is simple, with the head of a dragon showing its fangs and claws, and the dragon's mouth opens, revealing the dark hole inside.

At the bottom of the ballista, at the tail of the dragon, there is a groove that can just fit a low-grade spiritual stone.

This low-grade spiritual stone can provide spiritual energy for the entire ballista and launch spiritual energy arrows. Its power is not weaker than that of ordinary foundation-building monks.

However, each attack requires the consumption of a low-grade spiritual stone.

Therefore, this thing has always been relatively useless in the world of cultivation!

Ordinary monks in the Qi refining stage cannot afford it!

And there is no need for monks in the foundation building stage!

At this moment, twenty or thirty spiritual ballistae suddenly appeared, with their black muzzles aimed at Wen Tailai.

This cold-faced guard, a master of physical training whose body has broken through to the copper-skinned and iron-bone realm, also feels cold and senses the threat of death!

Wen Tai came to look at Feng Chengjun, looking anxious and opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

Wang Jingze's eyes flashed, and he suddenly shouted: "Do it!"

As soon as the words fell, the dozens of subordinates suddenly turned their crossbow muzzles and aimed at Feng Chengjun, who was not far away!

All this happened so suddenly that people were caught off guard!

What happened?

Didn't Wang Jingze want to kill Wen Tailai?

Why are all his men aiming their crossbows at Feng Chengjun?

Yun Zhong saw this scene in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips. There was no surprise in his eyes, as if all this had been expected by him.

Yun Zhong's eyes narrowed slightly, opening and closing with a faint light, looking at Zhang Zuofu's performance.

As expected, Zhang Zuofu's expression changed dramatically, and his face was full of shock and horror.

Subconsciously, Zhang Zuofu blurted out: "Shen Lian, Long Xiang, Hu Ben, stop!"

Wang Jingze was very happy with his achievements. Regardless of the actual work, the "Shenji Camp" with its awesome name was handled by Zhang Zuofu from its establishment to training.

Wang Jingze was stupid and had a lot of money. He just provided enough spiritual stones and thought he was the master of this power.

What Wang Jingze didn't know was that many of the monks in Shenji Camp only recognized Zhang Zuofu.

Zhang Zuofu spoke out of desperation, but he was confident enough that with one shout, everyone in the Shenji Battalion would definitely stop fighting and give up the confrontation with Feng Chengjun.

But the next moment, Zhang Zuofu's confident look solidified!

Shen Lian and others who usually obeyed him seemed to not recognize him at this moment, completely ignoring his "orders", raising their hands and aiming at Feng Chengjun, firing a volley.

Bang bang bang!

A sound like exploding beans rang out, the ballistae fired, and the terrifying spiritual energy turned into indestructible arrows, shooting towards Feng Chengjun.

There were only about twenty attacks, but they were launched at this moment, but they were like strong winds and rain, splitting the sky and covering the earth, with frightening power.

Feng Chengjun's front, rear, left, right, and in all directions were blocked, making it impossible to avoid or hide.

Feng Chengjun's expression was ferocious, his teeth were clenching, and his eyes were directed towards him with vicious and malicious eyes.

"Okay, okay, you're great!"

I don’t know who is talking about this sentence, Wang Jingze, Wen Tailai, or Zhang Zuofu?

Facing such a sudden and ferocious attack, an ordinary foundation-building monk would have been horrified and overwhelmed.

But with Feng Chengjun, this small offensive can't hurt him.

Feng Chengjun's face was as dark as water. He stretched out his hand and threw it, and a magic weapon flew into the air.

All I saw was a small golden eight-sided shield. It spun around and golden light burst out, creating three phantoms.

Directly in front is the body of the small golden eight-sided shield, and behind and on the left and right sides are three phantoms.

Guarded from all sides, impregnable!

The spiritual energy arrow hit the small shield hard.

The brilliance shone, and the terrifying energy exploded, spreading out like a tide.

The surrounding hard stone walls were like fragile tofu, being cut into pieces.

On the other hand, Feng Chengjun, protected by the small shield, remained motionless and did not suffer even a little bit of damage.

Although he was not injured, Feng Chengjun's mood was extremely furious. His expression was resentful and violent, and his malicious eyes almost turned into reality, stabbing Wang Jingze and others like a blade.

He spoke carefully and said through gritted teeth: "Wang Jingze, are you betraying me?"

Wang Jingze was secretly frightened and muttered, "This guy who is neither yin nor yang is really powerful. My divine machine battalion can't even hurt him at all! The monks in the later stage of foundation establishment are not so powerful. He can't be A first-grade foundation-building spiritual platform, right?"

Foundation-building spiritual platforms are divided into nine grades, and are judged based on the quality of the spiritual platform and the number of cracks on it.

The best foundation-building spiritual platform has no more than nine cracks on it, and is called a first-grade foundation-building spiritual platform.

The worst foundation-building spiritual platform has more than 90 cracks on the spiritual platform, which is called the ninth-grade foundation-building spiritual platform.

The same foundation-building monk, a first-grade foundation-building spiritual platform monk, is more than ten times stronger than a ninth-grade foundation-building spiritual platform monk!

Feng Chengjun stared at Wang Jingze coldly, his eyes almost bursting with fire.

"Wang Jingze, are you and Yun Zhong colluding in everything?"

When Wang Jingze heard this, the gloom in the depths of his eyes was swept away. He laughed and said carelessly: "Yes, I'm afraid of you. Anyway, I have that guy Yun Zhong to worry about."

After speaking, Wang Jingze looked at Feng Chengjun, raised his head and curled his lips.
Chapter completed!