"Stop arguing, let's think about how to get out of trouble? Damn it, where are the elders of the Huyang sect?" After all, not everyone is a mob, and he can't stand it anymore because of his clear thinking, and he can't help but say something.
"I guess I'm trapped too. Didn't you see all this strange black energy?"
"Who do you think they are? They are Yuanying monks, True Lord Zhaohe, True Lord Lingche, and True Lord Yuandu. Their fighting power is no better than ours. Do you think they are the same as us and can't even fight a few times?" of."
The banquet of heroes was convened by the head of the Huyang sect, and this incident happened during the Huyang sect's mirror-asking ceremony. It was impossible for them to even think about it calmly. Many people couldn't help but speculate in the most malicious direction, whether this might be the conspiracy of the Huyang faction.
Well... to every extent, this guess is actually pretty close. It's just that this conspiracy is not against them, they are just passers-by who are involved in it. It is part of the plan, but it is really aimed at someone else.
At this moment, Guo Jianfeng is not the leader of the Huyang Sect, nor a member of the righteous path, but a desperate father.
This is the revenge of a father with overwhelming anger. It has nothing to do with morality or justice.
Even if he is destined to suffer a lot of karma in order to achieve this goal, he will not regret it. There is always someone in this world who remembers her, his poor daughter...
"Uncle Lin, do you feel that the wind around here seems to be getting stronger?" Ning Xia asked uneasily.
People are extremely sensitive in the dark. This inexplicable wind began to flow in all directions. Ningxia felt a little uncomfortable. She felt a chill all over her body, extending from her tailbone along her spine to her neck.
Why is there wind inside? !
It's just because I don't have her that I feel uncomfortable.
"It's not coming from nearby. It's some distance away. Feng Xiang is quite high. It should be... the sound coming from the stage." Lin Pingzhen whispered hesitantly, this time he spoke very quietly.
The wind is high, on the stage... the wind is blowing from the main seat. Ningxia understood and heard Lin Pingzhen's unfinished thoughts.
After waiting for so long, there is finally something happening. Is this ready?
If Ningxia was still doubting whether the other party would do anything to them at the beginning. After so long, and they were still standing here head to tail, Ningxia was sure that nothing would happen to them.
With such a big plot and a good show of this level, wouldn’t it be a pity that there would be no audience? And they are the audience who were "forcibly bought and sold".
So now it’s finally time to wait for the surprise part.
Ning Xia tightened the clothes in her hands and said to Lin Pingzhen: "Uncle Lin, be careful, something seems wrong."
It turns out that this wind is really not an illusion in Ningxia, it is real, and it has a tendency to gradually increase.
What was originally just a slight breeze gradually strengthened and turned into a strong wind, making it impossible to ignore its presence, becoming the second thing that people care about after the black air.
I don't know if it was her imagination, but the black air seemed to be getting lighter. Ningxia could feel that the flow of the wind was also taking away the black air, gradually breaking it down into a ball of compressed black air.
After a while, many light spots suddenly appeared in the darkness. Ningxia vaguely recognized that the vague seven-color light group not far away was a bit like the outline of the most popular glazed lamp nowadays, with the four corners raised like a pavilion. She suddenly Just recognized it.
As time goes by and the wind strengthens, these light clusters become more and more clear, and the shapes of the closer light sources soon appear. She wasn't sure about the others, but the latest one was indeed the most popular glass spirit-driving lamp of the season, which cost five hundred spirit stones at the time. I had seen it before in Ningxia and was reluctant to buy it, so I would never admit my mistake.
So the current situation is... getting better? Has the black energy disappeared? No. Then it should be that the black air has reduced, become thinner, and the concentration has decreased, and light can be transmitted.
The opportunity that caused all this was, not surprisingly, this inexplicable and mysterious wind. These winds disperse or reduce the black air, reducing its concentration to the point where light of various colors can penetrate.
According to this reasoning, if nothing unexpected happens, soon this black energy will further reduce, gradually become thinner, and gradually be cleaned up, saving them from this darkness.
So it was Lord Showa who took action? Is he ready? Inexplicably, these two thoughts came to Ningxia's mind.
"Everyone, I, Showa, are you okay?" As the black energy further decreased, everyone could see the shadowy figures around each other, and a familiar voice exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.
It's the Showa Lord.
The Nascent Soul Lord, who was completely invisible in the darkness and made no movement, suddenly began to feed back his information to the monks.
"Master Showa, have you finally appeared? Why didn't I see you just now? What's going on with this black energy..."
"True Lord, is there a way to solve the current predicament immediately..."
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Many monks seemed to have found a backbone, and they talked a lot. Some were thankful, some were looking forward to it, and some were questioning it. Seeing that the situation seemed to be improving, and people who could take charge of things appeared, many monks began to have various ideas.
After all, many of these people still question and accuse, and are eager to investigate the responsibility and demand compensation.
Some of the monks who were especially on guard were speechless. Ning Xia also rolled her eyes in the darkness. Before she was out of danger, she began to think about the things she had and didn't have, and calculated the price for herself. Don't risk your life, and the things you pay after your death will be used as wedding dresses for others.
If there are any dissatisfaction, calculations, etc., let's wait until the matter is settled. They don’t know how to unite when they are in trouble. If they die from exhaustion, they must be stupid.
Ningxia has not forgotten that this good show is not over yet. Can't you stretch your skin carefully?
"Please be patient and calm. I am working on solving this black energy. It has already achieved some results. Just wait for a while. This black energy is weird. I hope you will not act rashly..."
Lord Showa's voice was a bit urgent, and seemed to be a little inconsistent. He repeatedly emphasized that they should be careful not to move or make any other unnecessary movements.
Many thoughtful monks became alert and got some unusual information from Lord Zhaohe's words. They also secretly became vigilant and raised their alertness to the highest level.
"You must be careful for a while and pay close attention to the people and things around you. I think things have changed." Lin Pingzhen told the Wuhua Sect disciples following him to get closer to them, increase their vigilance, and try not to be left alone. .
After the shadowy figures appeared, there was probably only a thin layer of black mist left, which began to dissipate at double speed, as if small black cyclones were rolling up in the air and moving in one direction along with the wind.
That is the direction of the main seat, where Showa Shin-kun and other senior leaders of the Huyang sect are located.
