Coral's words made Zhong Wen surprised, "There are still people who dare to deal with Piaohua Palace?"
"Three Holy Realms?"
Coral was stunned when he heard this, "What is that?"
"This is the name the upper world calls this world."
Zhong Wen replied casually, "I will explain it to you in detail later."
"The upper realm...?"
A hint of surprise flashed through Coral's beautiful eyes, and then she continued, "In the years since you left, the pattern of the cultivation world has not changed much. The major holy places are still respected. Although the Tiandao Alliance has lost its leader Zheng Qiyuan,
, but with Senior Sister Zheng taking care of it, no one dares to underestimate it. Only Bingji Island is leaderless and has declined. Although my Piaohua Palace lacks powerful people like you and Master, it is still the well-deserved No. 1 in the world.
One Holy Land, even if several other Holy Lands are tied together, cannot compete with us, let alone..."
As she spoke, her expression suddenly became a little strange.
"Besides what?" Zhong Wen asked instinctively.
"Do you have to tell me?"
Coral rolled her eyes at him angrily, "Whether it's Wen Dao Academy or Ling Xiao Holy Land, including the newly promoted Holy Land Huan Beast Sect, the owners of these Holy Lands are all your women. How could it be possible to really have a relationship with Piaohua Palace?"
As an enemy?"
"That's right."
Zhong Wen blushed, stretched out his hand to scratch his head, smiled awkwardly and said, "In that case, who else would dare to stroke the tiger's beard in Piaohua Palace?"
"In every era there are fools who overestimate their own capabilities."
Coral looked calm and commented calmly, "After all, Piaohua Palace has only been around for a few years, and its behavior is too gentle and low-key, which will inevitably lead some young people to have unrealistic ideas."
"That reckless girl from before."
Looking at the confidence and calmness on the girl's face, Zhong Wen suddenly reached out and touched her hair, and said sincerely, "Now I can also be independent."
"Go! Go! Go!"
Coral blushed, slapped his right hand away, and said angrily, "You are the one who is rash! Your whole family is rash!"
"But why does the dragon care about ants?"
Zhong Wen laughed and turned to ask, "With the current strength of Piaohua Palace, no one in the entire Three Saints Realm can defeat it for a long time. What do these fools do?"
"If it's an ordinary enemy, naturally you don't need to pay attention to it."
Coral shook his head and said, "But I heard that this time someone has obtained an ancient curse secret technique. With a special formation, it can take people's lives thousands of miles away. Although it probably can't hurt saint cultivators like us, but considering
The safety of some new disciples must be guarded against."
"That makes sense."
Zhong Wen stroked his chin and nodded repeatedly, "Do you have any clues?"
"If I find a clue, I won't have time to take a bath here, and..."
Coral's pretty face turned red and she rolled her eyes at him angrily, "I let you take advantage of me."
"It can be hidden from your consciousness."
Zhong Wen quickly stepped forward, took her delicate body into his arms, and said with a smile, "It seems that these little thieves are quite capable."
Feeling his strong arms, Coral couldn't help but feel weak all over, her cheeks were hot, and she twisted twice symbolically. Seeing that she couldn't break free, she stopped insisting.
"But now that I'm here."
Zhong Wen suddenly turned his head, kissed her gently on her smooth forehead, and laughed loudly, "Then don't worry."
As soon as he finished speaking, red and green light suddenly shone in his pupils.
"Zhong Wen, you..."
Coral was shocked when she saw this, and was about to ask when she suddenly felt Zhong Wen's arms tighten, and he actually grabbed her and lifted into the air, soaring into the clouds and mist. In a blink of an eye, the scenery was completely different.
When she came back to her senses, she quickly looked around, only to realize that she was on a completely different island, surrounded by green trees, luxuriant branches, chirping birds, and the sound of gurgling water, creating a quiet forest.
scenery.
What's even more incredible is that during the whole process, she didn't even feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power.
In sight, a group of people in gray clothes were busy furtively. A dozen of them were sitting in a circle on the outside. Sparkling mysterious stripes extended from under their buttocks and met at the center. It was obviously arranged.
A large-scale formation.
In the center of the formation, a long-haired man wearing an evil ghost mask was sitting cross-legged, with his hands clasped in front of his chest in a strange posture. There were strange branches on the left and right, which were covered with a fruit that looked like a baby.
The whole body is red and the expression is ferocious, giving people a creepy feeling.
There were bursts of blood mist steaming above the masked man's head. After it rose to a certain height, it suddenly lost its color and became completely transparent, making it impossible to capture it with the naked eye.
Obviously, this formation can shield the consciousness and completely lock the breath, thereby escaping the coral's detection.
Such small tricks are naturally invisible to Zhong Wen's Six Yang True Pupils.
"this is me?"
Coral looked intently and saw a lifelike portrait posted not far in front of the masked man. The woman in the painting was graceful and beautiful, and she was exactly like herself. She was surprised.
"who?"
At this time, the masked man seemed to have noticed someone intruding. He suddenly raised his head and shouted sharply.
"No, it's someone from Piaohua Palace!"
Several people in gray clothes around also turned their heads to see clearly the appearance of the coral, and exclaimed in unison, "Set up the formation to meet the enemy!"
"Ouch!!!"
The blood mist hovering over the formation suddenly twisted and deformed, turning into a ferocious and ferocious ghost face in the blink of an eye. The eyes were wide open and the blood mouth was open. It roared at the two people, and the sound was terrifying.
One spiritual master, four heavenly chakras, and the rest are earth chakras. He is not a powerful figure.
Coral's consciousness swept away, and he easily sensed the opponent's cultivation. He breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take action quickly to defeat the formation and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop. Suddenly, a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes. Zhong Wen, who was beside him just now,
He actually appeared in the formation somehow.
Strangely, the formation was intact and not damaged at all.
"Eh~"
I saw him grabbing the painting of coral with a smile, admiring it, and exclaimed, "Don't tell me, the painting is really good."
When a painting was mentioned, a beautiful woman was brought to shame, and the beauty captivated the country.
Looking down at these paintings, the smile on Zhong Wen's face gradually faded away, his eyes were extremely soft, and there was a trace of deep longing on his face.
Shangguan Junyi, Leng Wushuang, Zheng Yueting, Zi Yuan, Ye Qinglian...
Every woman in the painting is actually a member of Piaohua Palace, and is also the confidante he has thought about day and night for the past two or three years.
"Where did that bastard thing come from?"
The masked man's eyes showed a look of shock and anger, his hands shook on his chest, and he shouted loudly, "How dare you disturb your Grandpa Du's good deeds!"
"Ouch!"
The huge ghost face above his head immediately let out an angry roar, and then opened its mouth with blood as it fiercely rushed towards Zhong Wen. A terrifying murderous aura swept across the world and filled the air in all directions.
Huh?
Who are they?
This monster's attack is probably not inferior to that of a Taoist Spirit Master!
Feeling the terrifying pressure released by the giant ghost face, Coral's eyes sternly flashed, and a look of surprise flashed across her pretty face.
As a strong saint, a mere formation at the level of a Taoist Spirit Master would certainly not be able to penetrate her eyes.
But to the forces outside the Holy Land, the Daoist Spirit Master was undoubtedly a high and unreachable existence. Even with the help of the power of the formation, it was already very impressive. She couldn't help but be full of curiosity about the identities of these men in gray.
.
Then, she watched helplessly as Zhong Wen stretched out a finger and flicked the ghost face.
"Bo!"
With an inaudible crisp sound, the domineering grimace instantly shattered and turned into dots of red light, slowly floating between the sky and the earth.
"puff!"
The masked man vomited blood, trembled all over, and his breath suddenly dropped a lot. Most of the vomited blood fell on the back of the mask. Looking from the front, it seemed to be slightly red.
"metropolitan!"
Several people in gray clothes around were shocked when they saw this, and four of them had angry expressions on their faces. They each used their own unique moves, and their spiritual power transformed into various ghost faces in the air, and they rushed towards Zhong Wen.
Heaven wheel...?
How long has it been since you played such a low-end game?
Looking at the oncoming ghost face, such an idea suddenly appeared in Zhong Wen's mind, and he actually wanted to laugh for no reason.
He just stood there quietly, motionless, not even daring to release his breath, and allowed the spiritual skills of the four heavenly wheels to fall on him, causing the light to float, the flowers to be dazzled, and the sound of explosions to be heard one after another.
After a long time, the light and shadow gradually dispersed, revealing Zhong Wen's figure again.
I saw that he was still smiling, and his posture was upright. He was in perfect condition, and even his clothes were not damaged at all.
How can it be!
Could it be that he is...
saint?
The men in gray clothes were all shocked when they saw this, and they all took a few steps back, imagining that he was the strongest saint in the world.
Little did they know that in front of Zhong Wen, the saint was just a weak existence like an ant. He could destroy a large area with just a breath.
"These paintings..."
Zhong Wen chuckled, moved his feet slightly, and somehow appeared in front of the masked man, reached out with his right arm, grabbed his neck, lifted him into the air effortlessly, and asked with a serious face, "Yes