The entire mountaintop was completely silent and silent.
Looking at the dozens of corpses scattered on the ground, almost everyone fell into a daze.
"What's going on?" Saint Bingchi looked confused and asked Saint Lingxiao beside him.
"Old Wen Dao, did you arrange this?" Saint Lingxiao also had a look of confusion on his face, and turned to look at Saint Wen Dao.
"Miss Ling'er."
Unexpectedly, the saint who heard the Tao also had a big word "dizzy" written on his face, and his eyes were full of confusion, "This is..."
"Senior, in this formation, there is no one who is hiding behind the enemy." Nangong Ling smiled slightly, "The rest are all trustworthy people."
"I understand this." Seeing that her answer was inappropriate, the hearing saint continued, "But how did Zhong Wen do it?"
If we say that we just used a certain method to control all the people who did it, it can be said that Zhong Wen's control of spiritual skills is amazing. However, many spies who are still lurking in the crowd can't bear it and take the initiative to attack him.
This phenomenon completely exceeded the sage who heard the Tao's understanding of spiritual skills. It could be described as weird, and it made him puzzled.
"To be honest, originally the junior's plan was much more complicated." Nangong Ling answered truthfully. "Later, I discovered that Zhong Wen has a magical skill that can distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, which greatly reduced the junior's burden."
"Is there such a magical spiritual skill in the world?"
Even Saint Bingchi, who disliked Zhong Wen, couldn't help but exclaimed, "This is simply unheard of."
Just because although he and Zhong Wen belong to the same camp, he is quite disgusted with this young man who tried to abduct his daughter. However, when Zhong Wen used his spiritual skill just now, he was not affected at all, which shows that this spiritual skill can actually
Tell the difference between "annoyance" and "hostility."
Compared with the saint's confusion about the principle of "Tihua Show", the heroes below once again exploded.
He turned out to be a spy!
Many power leaders were extremely shocked when they saw their cronies or friends suddenly reveal their true colors.
While marveling at Zhong Wen's miraculous methods, many people's hatred for the "Dark Temple" became even more intense. They all raised their heads and glared angrily at Merdisheng and others in the sky.
The cultivators who were originally a bunch of scattered people, at this moment, showed a rare aura of sharing the same hatred.
"Immortal magic! This, this must be immortal magic!"
Shi Xiaolong stared at Zhong Wen, who was hanging in the air like a god, killing countless masters with a wave of his hand. His eyes were filled with excitement, and he was so excited that he could not speak coherently, "You are worthy of being Zhong Shenxian, with boundless power!"
"Little brother, do you also recognize my master?" A loud voice came from beside me.
He turned around and saw a few young people in simple clothes and exuding a strong local atmosphere looking at him with interest.
"Master?" Shi Xiaolong didn't know why.
"My name is Wang Tiechui." The young man pointed at Zhong Wen in the distance, "The Immortal Zhong you just mentioned is my master."
"What, big brother, are you a disciple of Immortal Zhong?"
Shi Xiaolong was immediately startled, and the way he looked at the other person became very different.
Why is it that the disciples of Zhong Shenxian only have the cultivation level of Earth Chakra?
His consciousness secretly scanned Wang Tiechui and others, but found that the other party's cultivation level was approximately at the peak of the Earth Wheel, and he was immediately confused.
"Isn't that right?" Seeing his expression, Wang Tiechui became even more proud, "Let me tell you, my master is very powerful. When he faced the barbarian army alone, he stretched out his hand and summoned a meteorite from the sky, which directly smashed tens of thousands of people into ashes. Then Momentum, tsk tsk tsk!”
"Are you talking about the Bell Goddess?"
A Daqian general heard the conversation between the two and couldn't help but come closer and join in the discussion. "Back then, I also fought side by side with Zhong Shenxian at the Xiqi border. At that time, he not only used his own strength, He defeated an entire Fulong army, and even invented a magical medicine. No matter how serious the injury is, just take a sip and you will be able to recover immediately..."
Several people started talking about "the deeds of the Immortal Bell", and the chat was in full swing and couldn't stop at all. Later, more and more curious people joined the conversation, and the content of the chat became more and more bizarre and fantasy.
Later, Zhong Wen was almost transformed into an omnipotent ancient god with three heads and six arms. As long as he had this intention, he could easily crush many powerful men in the "Dark Temple" and "Seven Star Pavilion" with one finger.
"I see."
Compared to the excitement of the people at the top of the mountain, Mo Disheng's face turned very ugly, "This is your real purpose. I heard that I really underestimated you."
The Seven-Star Saint and Beidou looked at each other, and each felt a strong sense of shock in each other's eyes.
Zhong Wen's method obviously far exceeded the two's expectations and caught them off guard.
You really don’t underestimate me!
"Are you the only one in the world who knows how to calculate?" The saint heard the news and glanced at the calm Nangong Ling beside him. He smiled secretly in his heart, but his face was unwavering. He pretended to be profound and said, "Teach you to be a good boy and don't like to scheme. , does not mean that you don’t know how to calculate, don’t underestimate anyone.”
Mo Disheng did not answer, but stared at Zhong Wen closely, his eyes filled with confusion and confusion in his heart.
How on earth did he do it?
This young man with a smile on his face and glittering golden body seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of fog that he could not see through, so he did not dare to act rashly.
"If there is nothing else, we still have a meeting."
Seeing him deflated, the saint suddenly felt happy after hearing the Tao. Even the grief caused by Guo Tianwei's death seemed to be diluted a bit, and he laughed and said, "I won't accept you!"
"Do you think it will be fine if you hide in the formation?"
Hearing the sage's remarks made Mo Disheng very angry and couldn't help blurting out, "Even if we can't help these people for a while, their relatives, friends, and fellow disciples are all outside. I can kill whoever I want.
At that time, only these people in the formation will be left, let’s see what you can do to fight me!”
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone on the mountain changed.
As he said, although the formation is very safe inside, many people's parents, wives, children, and disciples are outside. Once Mo Disheng really doesn't follow the principles and kills, ordinary cultivators will never be able to compete with the two giants.
Competing with the Holy Land.
"If Palace Master Mo is serious about going to this step regardless of his face," Nangong Ling said with a smile, "Then the three saints on our side will have to fight to the death against the 'Dark Temple' and
The ordinary disciples of the 'Seven Star Pavilion' may attack, and maybe in the end, there will be only seven saints left in the world. Is this the ending that the senior wants?"
"You..." Mo Disheng was struck speechless by her, and the furious look in his eyes eventually turned into deep helplessness.
Of course he knows that just one more saint cannot kill the opponent.
The three saints on the other side may not be able to fight three against four, but if they just want to save their lives, it is not difficult at all.
And once the Sage Wen Dao and others are allowed to escape, the cultivators under his command will also be unable to withstand the attack from the Sage. What's more, the Seven Stars Sage and he may not have the same mind, so there is no guarantee that nothing will happen.
Therefore, he seemed to be coming with great momentum this time, but in fact, he had no intention of completing his victory in one battle. Instead, he planned to take advantage of the superiority in combat power and the secrets he had planted in advance, and use the "discussion" between saints as an excuse to take the opportunity to do something cruel.
Severely consume and even massacre the participating elites in the field of saints who heard the Tao.
It should be noted that those who can be invited are all the leading figures from all forces. If we can use the aftermath of the battle to wipe out all these people, the blow to the side of the Saint Hearing the Dao will be almost fatal.
However, both this mysterious "no leakage formation" and Zhong Wen's weird and unpredictable methods greatly frustrated Merdisheng's plan.
It seemed that several people came here to take advantage of the excitement and return in despair.
When he was confused and at a loss, his eyes glanced around and suddenly stopped on Feng Qingyu beside him.
You can't come here in vain.
No matter what, I have to dampen Wen Dao's spirit!
An idea flashed in his mind, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly said in a calm voice: "I just made a mistake. Since we have made an agreement before, saints like us will naturally not take action at will, otherwise wouldn't we make people laugh?"
Saint Bing Chi snorted coldly, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"I am here this time to pay homage to the heroes of our time." Mo Disheng pointed at Feng Qingyu beside him and said, "Secondly, I am also taking my disciple out to gain experience."
is her!
The moment he looked at Feng Qingyu, Saint Lingxiao's expression changed, and there was a look of caution in his eyes.
Although he had never fought against him due to his status, he witnessed with his own eyes the terrifying sight of the other party effortlessly killing four of his subordinates.
Could it be...
As if he had guessed Mo Disheng's thoughts, Saint Lingxiao's face suddenly became a little ugly.