Logically speaking, Zhao Tianlong is a good calculationr.
In order to reverse his passive situation and avoid the fate of being liquidated, Zhao Tianlong designed a series of seamless strategies.
first!
Zhao Tianlong risked his own life and climbed to the old Qianling Peak in person, and invited the notorious Basan people, hoping to use the hatred of the Basan people towards the Qianling Sect to kill Gui Youyou and others, and then help him achieve a comeback against the wind.
Of course, Zhao Tianlong was also sure that the Basan people were definitely not kind people and could not be controlled by him at all. .
So Zhao Tianlong arranged a backup plan!
As soon as he set out to persuade the Basan people, Zhao Tianlong sent a letter asking for help to Tianxiaxiu and Hualongzong, and promised to repay him generously.
According to Zhao Tianlong's calculation.
The Basan people will first kill Gui Zhixiang and a group of elders who are against them, and then ask the righteous colleagues to eradicate these rogue cultivators.
Compared to the Basan people, the righteous monks are much easier to deal with!
At least in Zhao Tianlong's opinion, these righteous monks will not blatantly embezzle your sect and cave.
As long as the price can be negotiated, these righteous sects will be happy to help them solve their problems.
However……
Zhao Tianlong still thinks of things too simply.
Many things were completely beyond Zhao Tianlong's calculations.
For example, Zhao Tianlong didn't expect that the Hualong Sect didn't send anyone, and that his precious son would actually become a victim of this catastrophe. Madmen like the Basan people are so heartless...
Of course, Zhao Tianlong didn't count how many brushes Tan Xiaoyu had dug out from the ancient cemetery.
The night is very deep.
At the top of Qianling Sect, outside the library, the crowd was still fighting.
With Song Ziyu's series of questions, the atmosphere became a little weird.
"I hate it when people influence my lectures!"
Song Ziyu kept chattering and cursed: "If any of you are dissatisfied, please stand up for me!"
No wonder Song Ziyu has a bad temper, it's just because Song Ziyu has his own pressure inside.
He came here with the intention of chasing Xi He, but he found that he and Xi He were separated by thousands of years.
It's like a race.
Others are so far ahead of me from the start, so I have to catch up.
But after all, one's own abilities are limited.
After careful consideration, Song Ziyu decided to cultivate a group of talents for his own use.
Because I had a premonition that there would definitely be a great battle between myself and Xihe in this plane in the future.
If you can't pull together a team that can fight, your end may be miserable.
It is precisely out of this consideration that I work so hard to cultivate talents... In order to cultivate a group of usable combat capabilities as soon as possible,
Therefore, Song Ziyu felt very angry at those who affected the quality of his teaching.
"If any of you are unconvinced, stand up for me!"
Song Ziyu's roar echoed throughout the Qianling Sect.
"Eh? What the hell is this? You're not a man or a ghost, but you still dare to give orders there, hehe." One person made a mocking sound.
It’s the scholar with bloody hands!
Standing at the front of the crowd of eight people, he was holding his Waning Moon Golden Wheel and smiling crazily.
It's obvious that these guys don't have the slightest respect for the Thousand Spirits Sect.
In the eyes of the Basan people, this was just a simple massacre.
That's why he is so careless.
but!
The bloody-hand scholar obviously didn't expect who he would offend.
In the midst of the laughter of the Basan people and the minions, Song Ziyu's cold voice came over: "You, it's you, come here and die!"
The bloody-hand scholar looked at the humanoid puppet with his finger pointed at him, with an evil smile on his face: "You...
Are you calling me? "
"Who else is it if it's not you? You're the one who screams the loudest!" Song Ziyu said coldly: "Get over here!"
The bloody-hand scholar glanced at his companions, then laughed loudly and said, "Wait a minute, I'll come as soon as I go... I'll take care of this damn puppet."
After saying this, the bloody-handed scholar held the Waning Moon Golden Wheel, jumped out of the void, passed a group of elders of the Thousand Spirits Sect, and then rushed towards Song Ziyu.
This arrogant attitude made many elders of Qianling Sect feel angry.
Among them, there is Guo Tianyu!
As the newly appointed chief elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, Guo Tianyu must establish his authority in Qianling Sect as soon as possible.
Therefore, Guo Tianyu continued to be a soft persimmon.
Seeing the bloody-handed scholar flying over his head, Guo Tianyu roared angrily, "Where does this thing come from? Dare to run wild in our Qianling Sect? Get off here!"
As he spoke, Guo Tianyu reached out and grabbed the sky, intending to catch the bloody-handed scholar.
A big hand appeared in the void, and it was Guo Tianyu's huge arm.
This is the "enlargement" of magical powers that is common to monks in the Golden Core Stage. It not only appears magical, but is also quite practical.
In Guo Tianyu's opinion, no matter how bad he is, he can catch this guy from the sky.
However!
Something incredible happened!
Facing the grasping hand, the bloody-handed scholar who was gliding in the air suddenly became faster and shot out from his fingertips, avoiding Guo Tianyu's giant hand.
Not only that!
"It's rude to come and not reciprocate!"
The bloody-handed scholar gave Guo Tianyu's giant hand a blow with his backhand.
The golden wheel of the waning moon turned into a flash of blood and disappeared. When Guo Tianyu retracted his hand, there was already a scar the size of a bowl on his wrist.
Good guy!
If this knife had been cut harder, Guo Tianyu's wrist would have been completely removed!
Guo Tianyu screamed in pain and quickly began to treat his wrist.
"Hey, you old guy is not good at cultivation, and your fighting skills are even worse!"
The bloody-hand scholar laughed crazily and said: "It seems that your Thousand Spirits Sect really only has trash left... ugh..."
The bloody-hand scholar originally wanted to appear in a mockery, but he never thought that the next second he would be like hitting an iron plate, and his whole body would fall backwards.
Damn it!
Are there any restrictions in the void?
The pained scholar with bloody hands was about to adjust his body shape in the air, but an attraction that appeared without any warning grabbed him firmly! .
"Once you're here, don't even think about leaving. Come here here."
Song Ziyu's voice is like a devil in hell, breaking people's hearts.
The bloody-hand scholar looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw the puppet standing under the Qianling Sect's library, stretching out his hand to shake the void in his direction.
Then……
It was as if I was being strangled by a pair of invisible hands. No matter how much I struggled, it was to no avail!
The bloody-handed scholar was inexplicably horrified!
I am a monk in the Dzogchen realm in the late Golden elixir stage!
How could it be possible to be controlled by others inexplicably?
This is a problem!
Before the bloody-hand scholar could figure out the problem, a huge pulling force dragged him to the ground!
On the spot, the bloody-hand scholar had a super, super, huge, intimate contact with the cliff at the top of the Thousand Spirits Sect.
The scholar with bloody hands often tortured his body and bones and developed a body of copper skin and iron bones, but he was also smashed to pieces on the cliff at this moment.
Life and death written in blood!
It was shot to death like this!
One second I was singing wildly to myself in the void, and the next second the body was too broken to be picked up.
This is simply... so impactful.
In an instant, whether it was the Basan people or the Qianling Sect people,
Everyone was stunned!
Immediately afterwards, cheers erupted from Qianling Sect's side.
"Senior is mighty!"
"Let me just say, with seniors sitting in the Thousand Spirits Sect, there is no need for anyone else to take action!"
"It is indeed a true spirit puppet, with extraordinary strength."
Hong Wuyang looked at Gui Wang and asked, "What do you think of senior's cultivation level?"
"At least above me!"
Gui Zhizhi gave a very conservative answer.
However, Gui Wangwang's inner monologue was that the senior's cultivation was much better than his own in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
On the Basanren side, the atmosphere was extremely depressing.
Jun Moxing stood in the void, his eyelids twitching constantly.
Others may not understand the strength of the bloody-handed scholar Huang Xiao, but Jun Moxing does.
Huang Xiao is just one step away from being able to condense the Nascent Soul, and his strength is definitely second to none in the Golden Core stage!
Even if he wanted to kill Huang Xiao, it would take a lot of effort.
But being slapped to death on a cliff like this...
This is too incredible.
Jun Moxing looked at the puppet, his expression changed again and again, and a cold war began to form on his body without any warning.
Can't see through, can't see through at all...
Jun Moxing realized that he might have hit an iron plate, and his whole mood became bad.
finally!
at this moment!
All madness is transformed into reason.
Jun Moxing shouted to his minions: "Let's all come together to avenge Huang Xiao!"
Finished!
Jun Moxing made a gesture to sprint forward!
This gave everyone the illusion that Master Baili Rentu was taking the lead.
As a result, a group of crazy people rushed towards the library, whimpering and holding weapons in hand.
A big war breaks out!
Both sides were hacking and killing, and all kinds of magic weapons were being used!
Countless puppets formed a formation and charged in front of the library!
Suddenly, it was a bloody storm.
However, at this critical moment, Jun Moxing, who was leading the charge, suddenly changed direction and ran towards the gate of Qianling Sect.
That's right!
At the critical moment, Jun Moxing ran away!
This is a shocking thing.
Many people on the battlefield had not noticed this detail, but the main people were stunned.
In a very short period of time, the momentum of the Basan people was completely suppressed.
"Damn it!" Nitutuo exclaimed.
"What is the boss doing?" Evil Sword Immortal was also dumbfounded.
"This guy Jun Moxing actually ran away?"
The eight scattered people were also dumbfounded.
Although everyone has been robbing houses together for some time, there is still initial trust between them.
Especially the Basanren!
Being able to be talked about by all the major sects is a name earned by eight people working together.
Logically speaking, the eight people should have a good understanding of each other.
However, I never expected that the eldest among the Eight Sans would sell out his brothers without blinking an eye!
There are thirty-six strategies, and walking is the best strategy.
Grandma's.
