Chapter 991 Save Han Yang's life at a critical moment?
"What's going on? Why is there a trap in the capital?"
"This is impossible! When General Wang was guarding the capital, he dug three feet into the ground. There is no way he could have ignored such a trapped formation."
"There's trouble."
In the capital, those martial kings who had traveled thousands of miles from other countries to watch the excitement were actually ready to leave at this moment.
The key is that the strength displayed by the female priest and Han Yang in the previous battle was a bit confusing to them.
Lie Shanjiu is a famous third-level martial saint.
As a result, he was crushed to death like a child.
No matter how stupid you are, you can understand that this war in Liao Kingdom is beyond everyone's imagination.
But before they could leave, they were immediately trapped.
Someone flew to the edge of the trap and launched a tentative attack, but... there was no response.
First the first level Martial King, then the second level Martial King.
Two third-level Martial Kings who had hidden their identities also tried it out.
Strong and unbreakable.
In the end, even Bai Xiaosheng couldn't help but take action and tried to attack.
Still can't be broken.
Bai Xiaosheng looked gloomy, and he realized that there would be trouble soon.
This trapped formation was obviously not the work of the Liao Kingdom.
Not to mention anything else, even the three Liao kingdoms could not afford to consume the spiritual stones needed to trap the formation.
Subconsciously, Bai Xiaosheng turned his attention to Lie Shanming.
Lieshan Ming is the leader of the Qianshan Sect, and is also a branch of the Lieshan Sect. Maybe he knows some inside information, right?
But he clearly saw that Lie Shanming also had a confused look on his face and had no idea what was going on.
This made Bai Xiaosheng's uneasiness become more and more obvious.
Something is seriously wrong.
The appearance of the trap not only alarmed these King Wu, but also several people in Fu Pocheng.
Fu Pocheng immediately looked at Han Yang.
However, they found that Han Yang had already sat back on the chessboard, ready to continue playing chess, without taking the magic circle trapping them seriously at all.
Even the female priest turned a blind eye to it.
this……
Fu Pocheng could only suppress his uneasiness and continue playing chess with Han Yang.
No matter how smart he was, he still couldn't understand Han Yang's intentions at this moment.
At the same time, he was extremely shocked by the sudden appearance of the trap formation.
Who built such a trap in the Liao capital?
When was it secretly inspired?
Who is the target they want to trap?
There are too many puzzles in Fu Pocheng's heart!
…
Outside the capital.
Ku Gu and Qiu Tai Sui also had some embarrassments.
The two people were lying on the ground, one was isolated in the trapping formation, and the other was isolated outside the trapping formation.
This is more funny.
Withered Bones looked around and found that no one was watching, so he got up sneakily.
"Hey...brother, you are not kind."
Qiu Taisui, who happened to be trapped in the formation, was a little unhappy.
We agreed to share joys and sorrows together.
Withered Bones chuckled and said: "Brother Qiu, I will go back and ask for reinforcements later..."
Reinforce your grandma.
Qiu Taisui almost scolded his mother.
This bastard is obviously trying to escape.
But there's nothing he can do now.
He was trapped in the trap. If he dared to run, he would probably be killed directly. He could only watch the withered bones run away happily.
Forget about this depressing mood.
As a result, the withered bones had not escaped very far, only a few hundred miles, when their figure suddenly froze, and they raised their heads to look at the sky with fear.
Above the void, there was a man and a woman, looking at him with smiles but not smiles.
When he saw the logos on the clothes of these two people clearly, Dry Bones' knees softened and he knelt on the ground with a thud.
"Greetings to Sect Leader Lian and Deputy Island Master Mu!"
Dry Bones really wanted to scold her now.
The main altar of Senluo Sect and Qingyan Island are more than hundreds of millions of miles away from here.
Even for a ninth-level Martial Saint, it would take several days to come over.
I thought that it would take at least a few days for the two leaders in charge of negotiations to arrive, but as a result, I just ran away from the battle and bumped into them.
At this moment, Dry Bones was extremely embarrassed.
The deputy island master of Qingyan Island, the ninth-level martial saint Mu Baishuang, looked at the old man beside him with a smile: "You Senluo Sect has great talents."
Upon hearing this, the old man's face suddenly darkened.
This withered skeleton obviously escaped from the battlefield, which was a bit disappointing.
However, when facing outsiders, he naturally cannot destroy the prestige of his own family.
The old man, Lian Sheng, the deputy head of Senluo Sect, said with a smile: "He must have discovered some important information and wanted to report it to me, so he ran out in a hurry..."
When he said this, Lian Sheng glanced at the withered bones with cold eyes.
You'd better have some news to report, otherwise I'll try my best to be shameless and slap you to death.
Withered Bones hurriedly reported back in a trembling voice: "There is indeed important information... A trap suddenly rose up in the capital of the Liao Kingdom. Even the Martial Saint could not break it, and everyone was trapped in the magic circle..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Mu Baishuang looking at him with pity in his eyes.
You are stupid!
The trap stretches for thousands of miles, covering the world like a big ball, and anyone who is not blind can see it.
Does he need to talk too much in reply?
Lian Sheng had a murderous intention in his heart.
The withered bones were as blessed as the soul, and he shouted urgently: "And... that mysterious Mr. Han personally took action. With the cultivation of the first-level martial saint, he killed Lie Shankui's former maid, the third-level martial saint Lie Shanjiu..."
Upon hearing these words, Lian Sheng and Mu Baishuang's pupils shrank at the same time.
First level Martial Saint?
The guy who dared to go on a killing spree on the Lieshan clan's territory and draw all the parties to fight was actually only a first-level Martial Saint?
Even if you kill a third-level martial saint, it's not a big deal.
The key is that this realm... seems a little too weak.
Mu Baishuang glanced at Lian Sheng: "Are we going to continue to wait?"
In fact, she and Lian Sheng had arrived long ago.
Originally, their mission was to prepare for a raid on Huai Jing Tang and trigger a war among the three sects.
Later, due to the sudden emergence of Han Yang, the plan was temporarily changed, but they did not immediately go to the city to negotiate with Han Yang. They were waiting and investigating.
Both parties wanted to see how much strength Han Yang and the other three could show under the constant oppression of the Lieshan clan and whether they were qualified to cooperate with them.
Now, two of the three have taken action.
As the master, Mr. Han seems to be weaker than imagined.
Lian Sheng's eyes were cold and he said coldly: "Keep waiting! Wait for the critical moment and then save the life of Mr. Han as a favor."
His thoughts are different from Mu Baishuang's.
Han Yang, a small first-level martial saint, actually owns a furnace that is suspected to be a seventh-level martial saint. This is obviously abnormal!
This person must have a great background.
As a result, their relationship with Han Yang will become more cautious.
At this moment, the two of them looked at the western void at the same time.
Dry Bones looked over, but found nothing.
The corners of Mu Baishuang's mouth raised slightly: "Interesting... It seems that Huai Jingtang attaches great importance to Lie Shanjiu... and even opened the teleportation formation for Lieshanjiu's death!"
In the west, in a big city a hundred miles away from them, light rose to the sky, the teleportation array opened, and hundreds of martial saints... descended together.