In a flash of white light, Lin Xuan disappeared from where he was.
The next moment, he appeared in the teleportation array on the second floor. The trade fair here was still in full swing. Since the third floor was an independent space created by the ancient monks with their great magical powers, even though a shocking incident had occurred, there was no one outside.
Learned.
"Oh, fellow Taoist is here."
The monk guarding the teleportation array glanced at Lin Xuan with a dull expression.
Lin Xuan nodded, suddenly opened his mouth, and a wisp of green sword light spurted out from his mouth.
"what are you up to?"
The monk was shocked, caught off guard, and quickly stepped back. Lin Xuan's face showed a look of satisfaction, and with a flick of his sleeves, a piece of green cloud flew out from inside.
Rumbling sounds reached the ears, and all seven or eight teleportation arrays were destroyed.
And Lin Xuan didn't stop, turning into a startling rainbow and flying to another corner of the hall.
The teleportation array there leads to the first floor.
Several of the monks guarding the area also discovered what had happened. In shock and anger, they each sacrificed their own treasures, and some clever ones had already raised their hands to send out telepathic notes.
Lin Xuan didn't have time to linger here with them.
He stretched out his hand and patted it on his waist, and a large piece of strange gray-white mist appeared.
In the mist, a humanoid monster was vaguely visible, and terrifying spiritual pressure dropped from the sky.
Corpse demon, and it’s in the Nascent Soul stage!
The monks had expressions of disbelief on their faces, and their bodies could not help but freeze.
Monsters of this level cannot be dealt with by oneself.
Lin Xuan had no interest in killing innocent people indiscriminately. Seeing that several people had been suppressed, he turned a blind eye to them and went directly to a teleportation array.
A magic spell was fired, and after the white light passed, Lin Xuan disappeared from the place again.
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"What's going on? That person just now was clearly a monk in the Dan Condensation stage, how could he control the Nascent Soul stage to refine a corpse?" Several deacons guarding the teleportation array gathered together, and an old man with gray hair had a look of horror on his face.
"I don't know, but this person came down from the third floor, and judging from his actions, could something happen to the Nascent Soul-level trade fair?" A monk in green robes murmured, his eyes looking like a destroyed one.
The teleportation array looked away.
After hearing this, the others also had thoughtful expressions on their faces. It stands to reason that the Mangshan Conference has been passed down for tens of thousands of years and has a long-standing reputation. No one should dare to cause trouble, but what happened just now...
"Fellow Daoist He, if we watched this person escape like this, we won't blame him from above, right?" Another monk with a square face suddenly said worriedly.
The others couldn't help but look at the old man in red robe in the middle. He was also the one with the highest cultivation level among them in the late stage of Dan Condensation.
Several deacons were obviously headed by him.
"Probably not. Although this person is only in the Dan Condensation stage, he can control the Nascent Soul to refine corpses. Even if we all die in battle, we can't stop him in the slightest. The higher-ups will not understand this truth, not to mention... I doubt him.
It was simply some old monster in the Nascent Soul stage who hid his cultivation." The old man in red robe touched his beard and spoke slowly.
After hearing this, the others didn't refute, but most of them showed approval. After all, it was too weird for a monk in the Dan Condensation stage to manipulate a Nascent Soul-level corpse, and the other party was most likely pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.
"Fellow Daoist, what did you think of?" Seeing the dark-faced monk next to him in a daze, the old man in red robe couldn't help but ask.
"I wonder if you all still remember a rumor not long ago?" The black-faced monk sighed and stopped talking.
"Rumors, ah, you mean..." The old man in red robe obviously also thought of something.
"Yes, just before the conference started, a woman in red made trouble at the gate of Mang Mountain. With her astonishing cultivation in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, she killed the old monster Huangmu, Senior Bailu and others in front of three law enforcers.
Three Yuan Ying stage law enforcers worked together, but in the end they still couldn't capture this woman. Although no one knows the specific situation, there are rumors that this woman got the help of a Yuan Ying stage corpse demon..." The black-faced monk expressed
He opened his mouth solemnly and sinisterly.
"Okay, the discussion on this matter ends here. No matter what happens in the transaction on the third floor or the identity of the person just now, it is not something we can get involved in. We should wait for the senior Yuanying stage to come before making a decision.
." The old man in red robe suddenly waved his hand, interrupting the other party's words.
The black-faced monk was stunned for a moment, but then he seemed to remember something, a look of fear appeared on his face, and he quickly fell silent.
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Let's talk about Lin Xuan. At this moment, he has already left Tianyun Square. The trade fair on the first floor is just some foundation-building monks. Naturally, no one can stop him.
Lin Xuan followed suit and destroyed the teleportation array.
Although there is no difficulty in repairing this short-distance teleportation array, no matter what, you can always buy yourself some time.
The trade fair has been in chaos!
Various transmission symbols are flying in the sky, and restrictions are also opened one after another.
There was not much time, so Lin Xuan naturally did not waste any time. He opened his escape speed at full speed and rushed towards the entrance of Mang Mountain. Before the news was fully spread, he had to leave the place of right and wrong as soon as possible, otherwise he would wait for those old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage to take action.
If you come, you will be in big trouble.
Fortunately, the streets were full of panicked monks running around like headless flies, so he didn't attract anyone's attention.
Lin Xuan has removed the magic of the devil's appearance and quietly restored his original appearance.
Despite this, the possibility of being recognized has been greatly reduced, but he is still ready to leave this Mang Mountain Holy Land as soon as possible.
After waiting for a cup of tea, Lin Xuan had arrived at the exit, but a light curtain appeared in front of his eyes.
In front of the light curtain, there were still seven or eight immortal cultivators standing, one at the Dan Condensation Stage, and the others were just low-level disciples at the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Seeing a ray of light flying towards them, their expressions became nervous.
The brilliance subsided, revealing an ordinary-looking young man.
Seeing clearly that Lin Xuan's face was not the one wanted by the talisman just now, the monks breathed a sigh of relief, but they did not immediately put away the magic weapons and spiritual weapons they had sacrificed.
The leading monk was a man in his fifties, mature and prudent, and he quietly checked with secret magic. He found that Lin Xuan's appearance had not been changed by magic, and he couldn't help but feel more relieved!
He clasped his fists and said, "This fellow Taoist has invited you, but you want to go out?"
"Yes, fellow Taoist, can you help me?" Lin Xuan said calmly.
"Sorry, we just received the decree. Someone was so bold that he committed mischief at the trade fair and escaped. We are currently investigating. Until we find that person, fellow Taoists, please stay here for a few days."
"Can you accommodate me? Lin is indeed in an emergency."
"I'm sorry, although my fellow Taoist's appearance is completely different from that of the wanted man, I dare not violate the decree above." The monk shook his head, showing a selfless face.