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Chapter 1690 Traitor

After hearing what Bai Qi said, Lin Zhentian's heart was raised again. Could it be that there are still people in the secular world who betray it?

At the same time, more than a dozen figures rushed from the top of the mountain.

When Lin Zhentian saw the appearance of these people clearly, his expression changed drastically, and he looked angry.

"It's you!"

It turns out that this is nothing but the members of the Diancang Sect.

Lin Zhentian asked sternly: "As a famous sect, you actually defected to the Kunlun Fairyland. Do you still have any conscience? Do you want shame? You will be sinners of the entire China in the future!"

"Hahaha, conscience? Face? Sinner?"

Zhang Daoxuan laughed to the sky, and then his expression became extremely ferocious, "Can you blame me? All of this was forced by you and your good son. If you want to say that the sinner is also you."

It turned out that he had defeated Ye Bufan and destroyed the heavy treasure thunder seal of the Tianshi Sect. He knew that he could not explain it after returning to Longhu Mountain, so he defected to Kunlun Fairyland.

The Diancang Sect is even more so, eager to take revenge and ignore everything else.

Xie Lingyun said: "Lin Zhentian, was it very surprised? It seems that you still underestimated the influence of my Kunlun Fairyland."

Lin Zhentian looked gloomy: "This is nothing, it's just a few scum."

Huang Bokai smiled coldly: "Is it just a few? Then I will give you another surprise."

After saying that, he looked at everyone on the Tiangong side: "Everyone, if you want to surrender to my Kunlun Fairyland, come here."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen people walked out here. The leader was He Qingzhi, the owner of Tianjian Villa. In addition, the people behind him immediately took away almost half of the strength of each sect.

Lin Zhentian and others suddenly changed their expressions. No one expected that this would be the result, so many people would be betrayed.

Even Buddhist monks like Master Zhishan couldn't help but look angry: "Amitabha, why are you like this?"

"Master, don't you understand it now?"

He Qingzhi did not look guilty at all, but said happily, "Now Kunlun Fairyland is strong, if we stand it, we will have to die. Isn't it good to live? Why do you have to seek death by yourself?

Moreover, the Kunlun Fairyland offers a strong treatment. As long as we are willing to surrender, we can immediately return to Kunlun Fairyland with them. The spiritual energy there is rich, which is more suitable for us to practice.

What a master? If you are willing to surrender, I can be an intermediary for you."

"Amitabha, I am the owner of the manor, you are so disappointed."

Master Zhishan is a Buddhist monk and didn't say much, but Lin Zhentian was furious.

"You people are shameless. Have you forgotten what you said before? Have you forgotten the people of the world?"

He Qingzhi shook his head disdainfully: "What does those ants have to do with me if they die or live?"

"That's right, people go to high places and water flows to low places. Why do we practitioners kill those ants?"

Xie Lingyun looked proud, and then his eyes turned to the Dragon King Palace, "Everyone here, I don't know which force you belong to, but as long as you are willing to surrender to my Kunlun Fairyland, my Wuji Sect is willing to accept you.

At that time, you will have endless spiritual energy and countless cultivation resources. Your cultivation will naturally be able to take a step forward, and your achievements will be far from comparable to now."

As the Ninth Elder of Wuji Sect, he had a unique look and could tell at a glance that the people of the Dragon King Palace all had great potential.

He has reached the peak of Martial Saint at a young age, and this kind of person is a rare talent in any sect.

In his opinion, even the famous sects such as Tianjian Villa and Lingxiao Mountain have surrendered to the Kunlun Fairyland. As long as these young people waved themselves, they would definitely turn against each other immediately.

But the result did disappoint him, and no one in the Dragon King Palace paid attention to it.

Xie Lingyun was slightly stunned. He never expected that this would be the result.

"Everyone, have you not heard what I said? As long as you are willing to surrender, you will be the core disciples of my Wuji Sect in the future."

"Okay, shut up quickly." Dongfang Huizhong said with disgust, "You are so ugly, whoever wants to be with you will be annoyed at all when you look at you."

After she said this, everyone in the Dragon King Palace burst into laughter.

"I've given you the opportunity. Since you're looking for death, you can't blame others."

Xie Lingyun suddenly became angry and looked at the people in front of him: "Since that's the case, let's start.

In today's battle, we both sent one person to each other and fought until there was no one on the other side. We will never stop until we die! Who on your side comes up and dies first?"

Look at me and look at you. The gap between the strength of the two sides is getting bigger and bigger, and each of them is in an extremely heavy mood.

"I'll do it!"

Ye Bufan said that, he was about to step forward, but he was pulled back by a big hand. He was obviously Master Zhishan.

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, I'll come first!"

While speaking, Master Zhishan stepped out and came directly into the air, "Come on, who will fight me?"

Xie Lingyun looked at everyone behind him: "Everyone, who will teach this old monk a lesson?"

"I'll do it!"

While speaking, a middle-aged man from the Wang family stood up and was also a strong man at the peak of the imperial realm.

Wang Qi waved his hand: "Go, be careful."

"Just ants in the secular world, I can usually kill ten of these people."

The middle-aged man didn't care at all and stepped forward to Master Zhishan in one step.

"Old monk, the one who killed you was Wang Tie of the Wang family. Just wait until you get to the King of Hell to sue me!"

Wang Tie was extremely arrogant and burst into laughter. Then a true master slapped Master Zhishan.

This big hand is like the Tathagata's magic palm in a film and television film, falling from the sky, with a monstrous momentum, which makes everyone around breathless, let alone Master Zhishan, who is the first to bear the brunt.

"Amitabha!"

Master Zhishan roared and also greeted him with one palm.

It’s a pity that he is only in the late stage of the Imperial Realm, and his strength is still one level worse than Wang Tie. When the two true energy hands touch each other, his one shattered.

Wang Tie's true energy hand remained unabated and he slapped it hard.

"master!"

Seeing this scene in front of him, Ye Bufan wanted to go over to rescue him, but it was too late.

With a bang, Master Zhishan was slapped into a blood mist all over the sky by the true energy hand, and even the body was not left behind.

Everyone present was full of horror and was shocked by the scene in front of him. No one expected that the peak of the imperial realm would be so powerful that even Master Zhishan could not take the other party's move.

Moreover, Wang Tie is obviously not the strongest man on the other side, such as Xie Lingyun, Wang Qi and Huang Bokai, have not taken action yet.

"It's indeed an ant, vulnerable."

Wang Tie clapped his hands disdainfully and looked at the Heavenly Palace, "Who is the next one to die?"

"I'll do it!"

With a roar, a sword light cut through the sky and slashed towards Wang Tie fiercely. It was Song Yuanwu, the head of Wudang.

He had the best personal relationship with Master Zhishan on weekdays. When he saw his friend fall, he rushed up to take revenge as soon as possible.

"court death!"
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