Looking at the confrontation between the two parties, Zhao Shiyan smiled bitterly in his heart. The two sides had deep grudges, and it was not easy to mediate. He had to worry a lot along the way.
With a secret sigh, he came between the two forces and said to them: "Sect Leader Cheng, King Jiao, please be patient for a moment and just listen to what I say."
The two of them looked at Zhao Shiyan sideways and said nothing.
Zhao Shiyan comforted him and said: "Everyone discovered these towers at the same time, and everyone wants the treasures inside. What do you think? How about the eight major forces plus Sect Master Cheng's side are divided into nine equal parts?"
"No, Cheng Ling has cracked more than ten towers before, and the rest will be distributed equally. Isn't it clear that he can take advantage?" King Jiao refused.
Cheng Ling said calmly: "If you have a quick hand, you will not have a slow hand. You are incompetent. It will take several days to break through a tower. I don't have the patience to waste time with you here. Naturally, it's first come, first served!"
Zhao Shiyan had a huge headache, and neither side was willing to compromise. This was not a good thing.
Yun Piaomiao said coldly: "You can't get your hands on the tower behind the general manager."
"What the hell, you even threatened me. Just because you are an old pious woman, this sect doesn't take it seriously."
"Cheng Ling, don't be arrogant, our sect has not yet argued with you about your clone's hatred!"
"How about it? Bite me if you can!"
Yun Piaomiao was so angry that she was shaking all over, with two lumps on her chest floating up and down. Not to mention, even though she is much older, due to her cultivation, her appearance is similar to that of a woman in her twenties, which is quite predictable.
However, everyone obviously did not pay attention to Sect Leader Yun Da's breasts.
Dugu Jian said coldly: "Cheng Ling, don't push yourself too far. The tower you have cracked already occupies one fifth."
Murong Qian also threatened: "Cheng Ling, if we really take action, the dozen of you may all be killed here!"
Cheng Ling's face suddenly turned cold and murderous intent appeared in his eyes. Originally he had nothing to do with the Murong family, but now he threatens her. My uncle can tolerate it, but my aunt can't tolerate it either!
He Senhan said: "Then this sect will learn from the master of the Murong family!"
You can see that the two sides are at war with each other and are on the verge of breaking out! Zhao Shiyan hurriedly spoke out to comfort him: "Everyone, wait a moment, please listen to what Zhao has to say. Can you please listen to what Zhao has to say?"
Cheng Ling said coldly: "Master Zhao, don't waste your efforts. These guys have made it clear that they are bullying others. I, Cheng Ling, just don't care. If you have the ability, go ahead! If you don't, you are all my grandsons. If you do, I am yours. grandfather!"
Who is the grandson and who is the grandfather? Zhao Shiyan was dizzy.
However, these words stirred up a hornet's nest. None of these bosses were superior. Ordinary monks would be submissive when they saw them, so they would not dare to speak nonsense in front of them.
Dugu Feng moved his right hand, grabbed the sword in his hand, and was ready to take action.
Here, Jian Yinghao and Xie Feng ducked to Cheng Ling's side and looked at them eagerly.
Zhao Shiyan secretly complained and hurriedly comforted him: "Sect Master Cheng, don't get angry yet. Let's forget about the treasures in these towers. How about we decipher the palace formation first? There must be more precious treasures inside. Then you can try again Everyone can rob the tower according to their own abilities, I will never interfere!"
Damn it, you two hundred and fifty, you can beat or kill them as you please, I'm suffering from both sides, I can't live this life. It's better to incite Cheng Ling to take down the people outside the palace first
The formation is broken, and after the inheritance is obtained, I will kill you until the sky is dark and the earth is dark.
By then, there's no telling whether my old Zhao family will still be able to exploit both sides and reap the benefits.
He was very precise in his abacus, and Cheng Ling understood it in an instant. But it has to be said that starting a war now is extremely unfavorable to the Wuxiang Sword Sect. The five major forces on King Jiao's side have fifty-four Mahayana monks, and there are only fourteen of them including himself. It is almost a one versus three situation. It's simply impossible to win.
The only way to crack the palace formation and wait for an opportunity to unite the Shura Sword Sect and Feng Yan Sect, and it would be best to bring the Zhao family over, is to have a slight chance of winning.
He glanced at Zhao Shiyan indifferently and said, "That's all. Master Zhao sincerely advises you, and I will give you a face. But let's make an agreement first. No one can attack the tower until the palace formation is cracked."
After saying that, he lightly turned towards the men of Shura Sword Sect and Feng Yan Sect.
Zhao Shiyan immediately understood and ran to Lu Jiansheng and Feng Feifei. After some earnest persuasion, the two agreed. He stopped attacking and called all the monks in the sect to gather over.
Cheng Ling glanced at the two of them and said through a message: "Sect Master Lu, Sect Master Feng, I wonder if our previous alliance still counts?"
The two people's faces were slightly red and they hurriedly said: "It counts, of course it counts!"
"That's good, don't worry, since we are an alliance, our sect will not treat you badly. After the palace formation is cracked, I will help you break the ban outside the tower."
Their eyes lit up and they quickly agreed.
Cheng Ling felt reassured and walked towards the main palace.
Arriving in front of the palace, he sat cross-legged and calmly deduced the formation nodes. But he sat there for three days, motionless, but mysterious lines shone in his eyes.
The monks were patient. Li Guanglin watched the formation in the main hall for a whole month without making any progress. Even if Cheng Ling is better than Li Guanglin, he probably won't be able to crack it in a short time. They sat on the ground one after another, quietly carrying the exercises and recovering the real energy consumed in the previous attack on the tower.
After another seven days like this, Cheng Ling finally moved. He waved his hands and scattered dozens of formation flags, all of which hit the edge of the palace gate. Immediately afterwards, the life and death ban in his hand was shot out at an extremely fast speed. Everyone felt that his hands had disappeared, and only the forbidden light shot from in front of him to the outer wall of the palace.
After a moment, a strong spatial fluctuation occurred outside the entire palace, and a huge transparent light mask, like a shelled egg, slowly shed from the top of the palace.
After a long time, the fluctuations gradually dissipated. Cheng Ling stood up and came to the front of the door. He used his arms and exerted force. After a "click" sound, the thick stone door was pushed open. The monks behind him hurriedly rushed forward, as if they were afraid that Cheng Ling would lock them out after entering the palace.
Cheng Ling smiled indifferently. He didn't bother to care. Besides, there must be dark shadows in the palace. With so many people entering, he didn't have to face it alone.
But his thoughts were inconsistent with the facts. After the monks rushed into the palace, they suddenly seemed to have triggered something. Dozens of lantern-like lights appeared under the dark light in the palace. Immediately afterwards, sharp sword energy shot out.
The monks rushing in front were immediately horrified. Fortunately, King Jiao and the others felt the strong murderous intent despite their busy schedules, and they reacted quickly enough to withstand the sword energy that shot out and retreated quickly.
But those big
The monks in the early stages of the Mahayana stage are not so lucky. Each of these sword energies is equivalent to being struck by a swordsman at the peak of the Mahayana stage with all his strength. It is impossible to resist one, let alone dozens of them!
Those at the forefront were the monks from the Zhao family, the Murong family, the Piaomiao Snow Sect, and the Duanmu family. Except for the higher-level Mahayana monks who retreated to the palace gate at the cost of being injured, the remaining dozen or so early Mahayana monks died on the spot, and even their souls were shattered by the sharp sword energy.
"No! There is such a powerful swordsman inside!"
"What's going on? Who are these people? Why isn't it a shadow attack?"
"Damn it, those lanterns are actually the swordsman's eyes. It's really scary. This is the first time I've seen such strong murderous intent."
In shock, all the monks stepped back and tried to escape from the palace. But suddenly, the open palace door closed automatically after the swordsmen fired dozens of sword energy.
The monks were shocked and slapped the huge door one after another. Some even turned to Cheng Ling and said: "Master Cheng, what's going on? Why does the palace door close by itself? Let us out quickly, those swordsmen are too scary. Got it!"
King Jiao, Yun Piaomiao, Dugu Feng, Murong Qian, and Duanmucheng calmed down and cast suspicious glances at Cheng Ling. Even Zhao Shiyan, Lu Jiansheng, and Feng Feifei looked at Cheng Ling with a hint of doubt in their eyes.
At this moment, Liu Qingyan, who was beside him, stretched out his right hand, and a fireball appeared in his palm, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Only then did everyone realize that there were more than a thousand swordsmen dressed in gray robes and carrying long swords neatly lined up in front of them. However, many of these swordsmen had dull eyes, as if they were the living dead. Only the swordsmen with shining eyes rushed forward after seeing Cheng Ling and others.
Lu Jiansheng shouted out loud: "Ancient sword cultivators, they are ancient sword cultivators!"
Cheng Ling blocked the joint attack of the two swordsmen, while Jian Yinghao, Xie Feng, Zhang Hu, Song Yingjie and others also took down the charging swordsman one by one. Over there, Lu Jiansheng, Zhao Shiyan, Feng Feifei, and the perfect monks of the Mahayana stage from the three major forces also faced the rushing swordsman.
In an instant, the palace was in a state of civil war. King Jiao and others watched the swordsmen rush towards them without hesitation, and then they realized that it was not Cheng Ling who had closed the door, and he did not have the time. Presumably some kind of restriction was triggered when he rushed into the palace, which caused the door to close automatically.
Cheng Ling fought one against two and had a hard time resisting. These swordsmen all have cultivation levels at the peak of the Mahayana period, and are even higher than themselves. In addition, from their sword moves, traces of the sword techniques used by the sword spirits in the sword pavilion were faintly captured.
He suddenly realized that Lu Jiansheng was right, these swordsmen were indeed ancient sword cultivators.
Liu Qingyan watched Cheng Ling retreat continuously and rushed over to help, picking up one of the swordsmen. Cheng Ling immediately breathed a sigh of relief and began to observe the specific situation in the palace.
There were more than a hundred monks who entered the palace, but there were only thirty swordsmen who came to kill them. The rest stood motionless, as if the battle in front of them did not exist at all.
What exactly is going on? Why did these swordsmen attack them, and why did the remaining thousand or so swordsmen not move. With the fighting power of these swordsmen, if they were all dispatched, almost all of the more than a hundred monks on our side would die here!
What is the mystery behind this?
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