"Now that we have chosen this place, there is no need to continue arguing."
"Everything, just wait and see!"
Zhao Mingyuan spoke beautifully, but when he looked at Lin Wuyou, his eyes showed undisguised caution and suspicion.
He once had doubts about the fact that the monks from the three sects of Huanxing Sect, Jinchan Temple and Wuji Sect could choose the Nine Layer Plank Road as their target with great decisiveness.
After all, this kind of thing is too coincidental.
If he hadn't learned the news in advance, would the other party have dared to be so bold and give it a go?
There are not many monks who can know the plans of the two sects in advance.
The Lin Wuyou in front of him was one of them. Coupled with his behavior at this moment, Zhao Mingyuan had already become suspicious.
Meeting Zhao Mingyuan's gaze, Lin Wuyou's face was expressionless, and his expression was completely unperturbed.
Then, he smiled lightly and was about to speak.
"now that……"
Before the words could be spoken, at this moment, a stream of light suddenly broke through the sky.
Wrapped in demonic energy, a communication talisman easily passed through the formation and came to the top of everyone's heads.
In just a moment, it attracted the attention of everyone present.
Um? That is……
Messaging talisman? Why is there suddenly a communication talisman?
Where did it come from? To whom?
Lin Wuyou was about to speak when he saw the communication talisman appear. His expression suddenly froze, as if he had thought of something, and then his expression returned to normal, without attracting attention at all.
Under everyone's gaze, the spiritual talisman slowly lowered and landed in the hands of Zong Lu who was sitting cross-legged.
The next second, Zong Lu stood up from the ground with a whoosh.
His thoughtful eyes quickly glanced at Lin Wuyou, and then fell on the three people behind Zhao Mingyuan. His eyes were extremely sharp in an instant.
"Are you three sure that the monks from the three sects will really go to the teleportation array from the nine-layer plank road?"
"Of course..."
Under the fierce gaze, the breathing of the three people was stagnant.
Naturally, he is extremely clear and certain about the plans of the monks from the three sects. But what I wanted to say, I couldn't say at this moment.
The three of them were not stupid, and they vaguely realized that the strangeness of this spiritual talisman, combined with Zong Lu's reaction, must bring bad news.
Could it be that... the three sect monks chose Shili Gallery?
But... how is that possible?
As soon as a thought flashed through, the hearts of the three of them instantly sank to the bottom.
Zhao Mingyuan's brows wrinkled and relaxed in an instant, and he immediately said: "Fellow Zonglu, if you have any news, please tell me directly!"
Zong Lu said indifferently: "The monks of the three sects are now at Shili Gallery!"
"Brother Zhao, it seems that the information provided by your Zhao Dynasty is very inaccurate!!!"
As he spoke, his peripheral vision frequently glanced at the three of them, unabashedly implying what he meant.
Zhao Mingyuan confirmed: "Is this true?"
Zong Lu sneered and said: "Brother Zhao, do you think it is necessary for me to lie to you? There are nearly a hundred monks from the three sects, all present!"
"If I hadn't prepared in advance, I'm afraid this cooperation... would have been declared over before it even started!"
Zhao Mingyuan stared at Zong Lu and said calmly: "It seems that what I expected is right. The strength of the two demon cultivators in the Demon Shadow Palace is really extraordinary."
"I wonder where it comes from? I have never heard of it before?"
Um? He's not in a hurry at all?
Zong Lu stared at Zhao Mingyuan, a strange look flashed in his eyes, shrugged and said, "Brother Zhao, do you think now is the time to care about this?"
"No matter how strong the two of them are, they can stick to one stick of incense at most!"
"Instead of asking whether these things exist or not, Brother Zhao should try to think of ways to make up for it."
Zhao Mingyuan's eyes flashed, "One stick of incense? Time is enough!"
Zong Lu said calmly: "As expected of Brother Zhao, it seems that he has other means of defense."
Zhao Mingyuan said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Zonglu can think of leaving people in Shili Gallery, how can I be unprepared? Naturally, I have to think more!"
As he spoke, he turned to look at Sun Wenzhu who was not far away, "Wenzhu, let everyone take action!"
Sun Wenzhu nodded lightly, turned to the people around him, and whispered quickly.
In just a breath, five huge formation disks with a diameter of about ten feet flew out from the hands of Sun Wenzhu and several formation masters nearby.
The formation plate rose into the sky and rose in the face of the storm.
As the patterns on the formation plate flowed, in the blink of an eye, formation marks appeared on the nine-layer plank road in the sky and on the ground.
Under the intertwining marks, a strong mysterious aura was exuded, enveloping everyone.
Under the mysterious aura, the location of everyone and the formations they had set up before, at this moment, the space all fluctuated like water waves.
Zong Lu's eyes lit up, his eyes fell on Zhao Mingyuan, and he immediately exclaimed: "Huh? It's actually a fourth-level temporary formation disk, a transposition disk, refined by a giant in the Nascent Soul stage?"
Zhao Mingyuan was slightly surprised and said: "Fellow Zonglu has such a good eye that he can recognize this thing!"
Zong Lu smiled and said: "Although this kind of treasure can only be used once, the effect is extremely amazing. It can move all tangible and intangible objects within a certain space."
"This method is miraculous at critical moments, whether it is survival or fighting against the enemy. It can change the situation of a war!"
"If my judgment is correct, the value of this item is comparable to a very good first-grade magic weapon! It is worthy of the Zhao Dynasty to use such a treasure so easily. This courage alone is really surprising!"
Zhao Mingyuan said calmly without changing his expression: "Our two sects have made so many preparations for this operation, how can I let everyone's hard work go in vain?"
"If fellow Taoist Zonglu really feels sorry for himself, when the time comes to distribute the spoils, you might as well let me choose one more item, how about that?"
At the end of the sentence, Zhao Mingyuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at Zong Lu with a smile.
Zong Lu immediately shook his head, "Brother Zhao is joking. The two of them in the Demon Shadow Palace are dragging their hands to fight. If they are not careful, they will be killed. Such a loss cannot be compared with a mere magic weapon."
"Strictly speaking, it should be..."
Without waiting for Zong Lu to take action, Zhao Mingyuan interrupted with a smile.
"Forget it! Since both sects have their own contributions, it is useless to argue about this matter. It is better to stick to the original plan for the time being. The top priority is to target the three sects."
As he spoke, Zhao Mingyuan raised his head and glanced at the sky formation disk before changing the topic.
Both of them are old foxes. They exchange words and test each other, but they don't give in to anyone.
What’s more, the other party doesn’t want the plan to fail, and at the same time, they also want to find ways to gain more benefits.
The two of them had a tacit understanding, but in their hearts they were on guard.
"The Zhao Dynasty is really rich and powerful, but... something that was originally very simple has become so complicated! It's really hard for Lin to understand!"
On the other side, Lin Wuyou spoke at the right time. His peripheral vision quickly swept over Zong Lu and Zhao Mingyuan, and finally landed on the three people wearing masks.
The strange voice made Zhao Mingyuan's face freeze.
This made the three of them suddenly tremble with fear.
