In the dead of night, Zhong Wen stared at the gorgeous light pillars composed of silver light spots spiraling into the sky before him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
At this time, he was lurking in the flowers outside the Silver Temple without grace. Not only did he use the Six-Yuan Divine Art and the Dark Night Pill to hide his aura, he also wore a black night suit, covered his head and face, and lifted himself from above.
Cover it up tightly.
He vaguely remembered hearing a blogger say in his previous life that the expressions of masks in Eastern and Western film and television works were very different.
In Western movies, some knights always like to use masks to cover the upper part of their faces when hiding their appearance. On the other hand, heroes in Chinese film and television works like to use a piece of cloth to cover the lower part of their faces.
The most unique one is the thief from Sakura Country, who likes to wrap his hair with a piece of cloth and then tie a knot in his nose to eliminate the sound of breathing through his nostrils.
According to the blogger's argument, using these methods to hide your identity has almost no effect in real life. What is really effective is wearing stockings over your head.
Although stockings cannot completely cover the face, they can squeeze the face and contract the muscles, making the appearance of the person inside completely changed, making it difficult to distinguish.
Therefore, at this critical moment when he was alone and in danger, Zhong Wen decided to follow the good advice and wrapped his entire head with a material very similar to silk stockings, and paired it with a night clothes. He thought he was well prepared and foolproof, but unexpectedly ran to the Silver Temple.
Outside, I realized that in a sea of bright flowers and silver spots of light flying around, my black body was like a black dot on a white paper. It was extremely conspicuous and could not be hidden.
Grandma’s!
Bai is ready!
Zhong Wen hesitated for a long time, but finally took out the white coat he usually wore and replaced it with his night clothes. While cursing, he used the Great Dao to put himself into the state of soul, walking flexibly among the colorful flowers at an amazing speed.
It was extremely fast, and it was like passing through thousands of flowers without even a single leaf touching me.
The map drawn by Ran Qingqiu was very detailed and even clearly marked the hidden entrance to the Silver Temple. Therefore, his invasion did not encounter any obstacles. It was extremely smooth and he had sneaked into the palace in the blink of an eye.
Is there really a formation here?
Behind a silver maple tree, Zhong Wen looked at his reappearing body, a trace of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
As one of the caves of the human race, the Silver Temple obviously has a special formation inside, which can not only interfere with spiritual consciousness, but any soul body that comes here will reveal its true form, and there is no way to escape.
The soul-invisibility that he was so proud of naturally completely lost its effect.
Grandma’s!
who cares!
Anyway, I have a backup plan. Even if I can't kill Feng Wuya, I won't fall here!
Zhong Wen gritted his teeth, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he decisively spread out his movements and quickly approached the location of the building pointed out by Ran Qingqiu.
Not long after, a magnificent, towering building came into view. It was exactly the location marked on the map, which was Feng Wuya's temporary residence in the Silver Temple.
"Snapped!"
Zhong Wen raised his right hand and lightly snapped his fingers.
Several half-soul bodies, about the size of dragonflies and looking a bit like goldfish, shone with gleaming white light and appeared around him instantly.
With multiple nourishments from the Lake of Divine Consciousness, the Celestial Spirit Gem and the Light Group of the World Tree, Zhong Wen is now among the millions of half-soul bodies in his mind. There has long been no weak one. Even those with the lowest strength can still compete with the human race.
The saints shook hands.
And this tiny half-soul body called catfish is the one with the lowest strength in the entire lake of consciousness.
However, the seemingly weak catfish also has its own uniqueness, that is, the aura on its body is extremely weak. Even if a practitioner uses spiritual consciousness to sweep it, it is almost impossible to detect their existence. In addition, its extremely small size is used to detect the enemy's situation.
, it’s really appropriate.
"go!"
Zhong Wen waved his right index finger lightly and gave instructions to the catfish around him.
These small fishes jumped out immediately and dived into the tall building as fast as lightning without making any sound.
Zhong Wenze was still hiding behind Yin Feng, silent and motionless, like a chameleon disappearing into the darkness.
Even though he had absolute confidence in his own strength, he did not attack rashly. Instead, he planned to find out Feng Wuya's location first, and then find a way to quietly approach it and take the opponent away with a thunderous blow without giving any chance.
Any opportunity for him to fight back and escape.
After all, there was no trust at all between him and Ran Qingqiu. The reason why he agreed to go on this trip was entirely a decision made after weighing the pros and cons.
As for whether this was a trap set by the Silver Queen and Goddess Mountain, he didn't care.
With the abnormal recovery ability of the hell realm, coupled with the unlimited teleportation of the Twelve Color Lotus, Zhong Wen is invincible against anyone. There may be someone in this world who can defeat him, but who wants to put him at risk?
Dying is undoubtedly more difficult than ascending to heaven.
Got it!
After about fifty breaths, the half-soul scout's feedback suddenly came to his mind. Zhong Wen's eyes froze, and his expression instantly became serious.
One of the catfish has already found the target location.
The man in white, playing the piano, has an unfathomable aura...
Judging from the sporadic thoughts coming from Catfish, if this is not Feng Wuya, which one is it?
Don't blame me!
If you want to blame, blame yourself for being on the wrong side!
Want to dig into my roots?
Then I will cut off your source first!
Zhong Wen was thinking silently in his mind, when suddenly a dragon shadow hovered under his feet, blue light flashed around him, and the whole person disappeared in an instant.
Almost at the same time, he had appeared on the rooftop of the building. What caught his eye was a white figure playing the piano, but for some unknown reason, there was no sound of the piano.
With a quick sweep of his spiritual consciousness, Zhong Wen quickly realized that the other party's aura was thick, majestic, and mysterious, far beyond the comparison of practitioners in the Soul Realm.
Realm of Chaos!
It's definitely him!
Judging that the man in white was the master of the Qinxin Palace, Zhong Wen didn't hesitate anymore and threw a soul song without hesitation. The vast pressure of the soul mixed with the terrifying momentum of the Overlord Body, fiercely moved towards
The other party covered him up.
"Buzz!"
Almost at the same time, a peerless divine sword shining with colorful light appeared in his right palm, and the loud sound of the sword cracked the rocks and penetrated the clouds, shaking the heaven and the earth.
"Daotian..."
Unexpectedly, before he could naturally perform any of his Taoist moves, the man in white who was playing the piano seemed to sense something. He suddenly turned around, took one step forward, and came closer in an instant. He raised his hand and struck a heavy palm with lightning speed.
It went straight to his belly.
The power of this palm was completely beyond Zhong Wen's imagination. Before it hit, the violent energy surged in, causing his clothes to swell, swaying this way and that, and he involuntarily took several steps back.
, actually almost unsteady on his feet.
It would be fine if it was just a sneak attack and he was discovered. What makes Zhong Wen even more incredible is that the face of this man in white, who is suspected of being Feng Wuya, actually wears a white mask with no facial features, completely covering his face. If it were not for the painting between the eyebrows,
He picked up a small pink flower, almost the same as the faceless man.
not good!
Fell into a trap!
The moment he saw the mask, Zhong Wen's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know that he had fallen into the trap of the other party.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
At this moment, light patterns suddenly appeared on the rooftop, spiraling, twisting, and dazzling, forming a strange pattern that had never been seen before. Bright rays of light shot out from various nodes, straight up to the sky, and turned into thick shapes one after another.
The light pillars rapidly extended towards the center, and soon gathered into a towering giant pillar, completely covering Zhong Wen.
The moment he was shrouded in the beam of light, Zhong Wen felt dizzy, his limbs were heavy, and the soul power in his body was in chaos. It was rushing through his Dantian, completely out of control. An indescribable tiredness surged over him, and his eyelids couldn't help but start.
Fighting, almost falling asleep.
"The Lord Zhong is here to bring you glory."
A gentle, low, and magnetic voice suddenly sounded from behind, "Feng Mou has missed me so much. I hope you will forgive me."
Feng Mou?
The wind has no limit?
Then who is this masked Chaos Realm?
Could it be Ran Qingqiu, this crazy bitch?
She feels guilty and doesn't dare to face me, so she hides her face?
Thinking of this, Zhong Wen looked at the masked person in front of him and realized that although the person was hiding in a loose robe, his slender figure could not be concealed. It was possible that he was a woman.
He resisted sleepiness, tried hard to turn his heavy body, and looked back towards the direction of the sound, only to see a middle-aged man wearing a white gown standing suspended in the air, smiling and looking at where he was, with a friendly and easy-going expression, as if
It was like meeting an old friend for many years.
Damn it!
Is this Feng Wuya?
I feel a little handsome!
Looking at the man's handsome face, Zhong Wen curled his lips, feeling inexplicably unhappy.
Just because the man in front of him was so handsome and elegant that he could kill almost any handsome guy he had seen before.
Compared with him, Li Qing's facial features were not refined enough, Ji Xiaoran was more handsome than masculine, and Xiao Qingqing lacked the confidence and calmness that only a top strong man could have.
As a man, Zhong Wen couldn't find any shortcomings in him.
This is a perfect man!
Looking at the gentle and calm smile on the other person's face, Zhong Wen suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness. Every cell in his body was shouting, restless, and warning him, as if the person in front of him was his destiny.
The enemy of life and death.
"Are you Feng Wuya?"
He forced himself to calm down and asked in a hoarse and weak voice.
"Although I really want to get close to Alliance Leader Zhong."
Feng Wuya smiled faintly, slowly raised his right hand, and made a strange magic formula, "But I'd better ask you to take a nap first. If you have anything to say, it won't be too late to talk to you when you wake up."
The beam of light that shrouded Zhong Wen's body suddenly brightened up a lot, and an indescribable terrifying momentum swept across all directions, illuminating the world.