The entire top of the mountain was completely silent and silent.
Looking at the dozens of corpses scattered on the ground, almost everyone fell into a daze.
"What's going on?" Saint Bingchi looked confused and asked Saint Lingxiao beside him.
"Old Wen Dao, did you arrange this?" Saint Lingxiao also had a puzzled look on his face and turned to look at Saint Wen Dao.
"Miss Ling'er."
Unexpectedly, the saint who heard the Tao also had a big word "dizzy" written on his face, and his eyes were full of confusion, "This is..."
"Senior, now there is no hidden opponent in this formation." Nangong Ling smiled slightly, "The rest are all trustworthy people."
"I understand this." Seeing that her answer was inappropriate, the Wen Dao Saint continued, "But how did Zhong Wen do it?"
If we say that we just used a certain method to control all those who did it, it can be said that Zhong Wen's control of spiritual skills is amazing. However, many spies who were still lurking in the crowd couldn't bear it and took the initiative to attack him. This phenomenon completely went beyond the sage who heard the Tao's understanding of spiritual skills. It could be described as weird, and it made him puzzled.
"To be honest, the junior's plan was originally much more complicated." Nangong Ling answered truthfully. "Later, I discovered that Zhong Wen has a magical skill that can distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, which greatly reduced the junior's burden."
"Is there such a magical skill in the world?"
Even Saint Bing Chi, who disliked Zhong Wen, couldn't help but exclaimed, "This is simply unheard of."
Just because although he and Zhong Wen belong to the same camp, he is quite disgusted with this young man who tried to abduct his daughter. However, when Zhong Wen used his spiritual skill just now, he was not affected at all. This shows that this spiritual skill can actually Know the difference between "annoyance" and "hostility."
But compared to the saint's confusion about the principle of "Tihua Show", the heroes below once again exploded.
He turned out to be a spy!
Many leaders of forces were extremely shocked when they saw their cronies or friends suddenly revealing their true colors.
While marveling at Zhong Wen's miraculous methods, many people felt their hatred for the "Dark Temple" deepened. They all raised their heads and glared angrily at Merdisheng and others in the sky.
The cultivators who were originally a bunch of scattered people, at this moment, rarely showed the same hatred and hatred.
"Immortal magic! This, this must be immortal magic!"
Shi Xiaolong stared at Zhong Wen, who was hanging in the air like a god, killing countless masters with a wave of his hand. His eyes were full of excitement, and he was so excited that he could not speak coherently, "As expected of Zhong Shenxian, his magic power is boundless!"
"Little brother, do you also recognize my master?" A loud voice came from beside him.
He turned around and saw a few young people in simple clothes and exuding a strong local atmosphere looking at him with interest.
"Master?" Shi Xiaolong didn't know why.
"My name is Wang Tiechui." The young man pointed at Zhong Wen in the distance, "The Immortal Zhong you just mentioned is my master."
"What, big brother, are you a disciple of Immortal Zhong?"
Shi Xiaolong was immediately startled, and the way he looked at the other party became very different.
Why is it that the disciples of Zhong Shenxian only have the cultivation level of Earth Chakra?
His consciousness secretly scanned Wang Tiechui and others, but found that the other party's cultivation level was about the peak of the Earth Wheel, and he was suddenly confused.
"Is that possible?" Seeing his expression, Wang Tiechui became even more proud, "I tell you, my master is very powerful. When he faced the barbarian army alone, he stretched out his hand to attract a meteorite from the sky, which directly smashed tens of thousands of people into ashes. Then Momentum, tsk tsk tsk!”
"Are you talking about Immortal Bell?"
A Daqian general heard the conversation between the two and couldn't help but come closer and join in the discussion. "Back then, I also fought alongside Zhong Shenxian at the Xiqi border. At that time, not only did he use his own strength, He defeated an entire Fulong army, and even invented a magical medicine. No matter how serious the injury is, you can instantly recover as before with just one sip..."
Several people started talking about "the deeds of the Immortal Bell", and the chat was in full swing and couldn't stop at all. Later, more and more curious people joined the conversation, and the content of the chat became more and more bizarre and fantasy.
Later, Zhong Wen was almost transformed into an omnipotent ancient god with three heads and six arms. As long as he had this intention, he could easily crush many powerful people in the "Dark Temple" and "Seven Star Pavilion" with one finger.
"I see."
Compared to the excitement of the people at the top of the mountain, Mo Disheng's face turned very ugly, "This is your real purpose. I really underestimated you, old man."
The Seven-Star Saint and Beidou looked at each other, and felt a strong sense of shock in each other's eyes.
Zhong Wen's method obviously far exceeded the two's expectations and caught them off guard.
You really didn’t underestimate me!
"Are you the only one in the world who knows how to calculate?" The saint heard the truth and glanced at the calm Nangong Ling beside him. He smiled secretly in his heart, but his face was unwavering. He pretended to be profound and said, "Teach you to be a good boy and don't like to scheme. , does not mean that you don’t know how to calculate, don’t underestimate anyone.”
Mo Disheng didn't answer, but stared at Zhong Wen closely, with doubts in his eyes and confusion in his heart.
How on earth did he do it?
This young man with a smile on his face and glittering golden body seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of fog, which he could not see through, so he did not dare to act rashly.
"If there is nothing else, we still have a meeting."
Seeing him deflated, the saint suddenly felt happy after hearing the Tao. Even the grief caused by Guo Tianwei's death seemed to be diluted a bit, and he laughed and said, "I won't accept you!"
"Do you think it will be fine if you hide in the formation?"
Hearing the sage's remarks made Mo Disheng very angry and couldn't help but blurt out, "Even if we can't help these people for a while, their relatives, friends, and fellow disciples are all outside. I can kill whoever I want. At that time, these people in the formation will be the only ones left, let’s see what you can do to fight me!”
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone on the mountain changed.
As he said, although the formation is very safe inside, many people's parents, wives, children, and disciples are outside. Once Mo Disheng really doesn't follow principles and kills, ordinary cultivators will never be able to compete with the two major The Holy Land competes with it.
"If Palace Master Mo is serious about going to this step regardless of his face," Nangong Ling said with a smile, "Then the three saints on our side will have to fight to the death against the 'Dark Temple' and The ordinary disciples of the 'Seven Star Pavilion' may kill each other until the end, and only seven saints will be left in the world. Is this the ending that the senior wants?"
"You..." Mo Disheng was silenced by her, and the furious look in his eyes eventually turned into deep helplessness.
Of course he knows that just one more saint cannot kill the opponent.
The three saints on the other side may not be able to fight three against four, but if they just want to save their lives, it is not difficult.
And once Sage Wen Dao and others are allowed to escape, the cultivators under his command will also be unable to resist the attack from the saint. What's more, the Seven Stars Sage and he may not have the same mind, so there is no guarantee that nothing will happen.
Therefore, he seemed to be coming with great momentum this time, but in fact, he had no intention of completing his victory in one battle. Instead, he planned to take advantage of his superiority in combat power and the secrets he had planted in advance, and use the "discussion" between saints as an excuse to take the opportunity to do something cruel. Severely consume and even massacre the participating elites in the field of saints who heard the Tao.
It should be noted that those who can be invited are all the leading figures from all forces. If they can use the aftermath of the battle to wipe out all these people, the blow to the side of the Saint Hearing the Dao will be almost fatal.
However, both this mysterious "no leakage formation" and Zhong Wen's weird and unpredictable methods greatly frustrated Merdisheng's plan.
It seemed that several people came here to take advantage of the excitement and return in despair.
At a loss, his eyes glanced around and suddenly stopped on Feng Qingyu beside him.
You can’t come here in vain.
No matter what, I have to dampen Wen Dao's spirit!
An idea flashed in his mind, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly said in a calm voice: "I just made a mistake. Since we have made an agreement before, saints like us will naturally not take action at will, otherwise wouldn't we make people laugh?"
Saint Bing Chi snorted coldly, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"I am here this time to pay homage to the heroes of our time." Mo Disheng pointed at Feng Qingyu beside him and said, "Secondly, I am also taking my disciple out to gain experience."
is her!
The moment he looked at Feng Qingyu, Saint Lingxiao's expression changed, and there was a look of caution in his eyes.
Although he had never fought against him due to his identity, he witnessed the terrifying sight of the other party effortlessly killing four of his subordinates.
Could it be...
As if he had guessed Mo Disheng's thoughts, Saint Lingxiao's face suddenly became a little ugly.
