When Tian saw the vision like this, not only the people in the capital were talking a lot, but even the king was uneasy and he quickly ordered his servants to call in the monks for questioning.
But he was not the only one who was panicking. At this time, anxious people could be seen everywhere in Songyan Temple, looking up to the sky from time to time, with expressions of fear and horror. The few remaining second-generation disciples were busy appeasing everyone, and saw the person with the highest cultivation among them rising up in the air, frowning and saying: "I don't know which senior came here today, and called me Songyan Guan to welcome you from afar. I hope seniors, for the sake of my ancestor, Master Meng Ping, can enter the temple and talk about it!"
He swallowed slightly, feeling that the pressure of the man in the cloud was stronger than that of his ancestor, and he did not even dare to think carefully about it.
At this time, the clouds and mist suddenly parted to both sides, revealing a tall and slender figure. This second-generation disciple could not see his true face, but he could hear a cold female voice saying: "Meng Ping? Today I am going to take his life." , why don’t you ask him to come out to welcome guests!”
Zhao Chun did not hide anything, and directly stated the purpose of his visit. His voice came down from the clouds and was heard by everyone in the capital.
Songyan Guan has been observing for more than two hundred years, and the founder in the Guan is a real person. Not to mention that in the Jiang Kingdom, even outside monks, no one has dared to talk like this. I saw the second generation disciples in front of me looked ashamed and annoyed, but He didn't dare to shout loudly at the visitor in the cloud, so he could only grit his teeth and reply: "Senior, these words offend my master Guan. I'm sorry that I, the disciple of Songyan Guan, can't receive you. Please move out of here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a cloud of smoke coming down from the sky and wrapping himself around him. Zhao Shun had already swept through the royal city at this time and found that the aura of Master Meng Ping could not be seen in it, so he had to capture the disciple of Song Yan Guan and bring him up to threaten him and question him.
This person had some guts before, but when he finally arrived in front of Zhao Shun and was suppressed by the overwhelming momentum, his legs were trembling and his whole body was shaking. Without a few questions, he revealed the whereabouts of Meng Ping. .
When Zhao Shun heard that the other party was in Chunwu Mountain, he couldn't help being shocked. He immediately frowned and asked, "Chunwu Mountain is where Miao Zhenguan is located. Why does Meng Ping want to go there? Please call him quickly and truthfully."
"The Patriarch... He had the intention of relocating the Taoist temple. He had already set his sights on Chunwu Mountain two years ago, but the master of the Miao Zhenguan Temple refused to give up the mountain and has been resisting till now... That's why he asked the Patriarch to take action in person. , intending to go and seize that mountain top." Song Yanguan's disciple's face turned pale, and he explained the reason in a few sentences, but because he couldn't bear the invasion of the combined breath, he closed his eyes and fainted.
Zhao Chun pursed his lips tightly, secretly thinking that this fake root monk was really vain, so he had to abandon it, moved his steps, and rushed towards the direction of Chunwu Mountain.
After she left, the heavy clouds and fog over King Jiang's capital began to dissipate. When the sky was completely visible again, day and night had actually reversed, and it was a long night with soft moonlight!
It was also the scene today. The people of Fangjing Wangdu heard for the first time what the power of immortals was. Everyone everywhere sighed that the man in the cloud was completely different from the disciples and monks of Song Yan Guan. For a time, their beliefs began to waver, and they no longer felt that the world was peaceful. This view is unique.
Chunwu Mountain, Miao Zhenguan.
The night was already dark, and it was three quarters past midnight.
This Taoist temple originally had the appearance of a gated courtyard, but at this time, there were very few people around, with only a few figures coming and going.
Yu Zhen walked in the hall, her face even more anxious, and her silk sleeves were wrinkled by her fingers. When she saw the disciple holding the lantern coming in, she immediately stepped forward and asked, "How is the situation?"
This disciple was holding a candle. His cultivation had not yet been established, but he ran in all the way. He was panting slightly and replied with a worried look: "Looking back to the master, Senior Sister Ning and Senior Brother Peng and I each completed a task." The formation we are at should be able to hold up for a while, but the people in Songyangguan have been exerting force outside to wear down the formation, and I am afraid they will not rest until the formation is broken."
"This group of shameless people, I, Miaozhenguan, have never offended them. Even the Jiang Kingdom where they are located is far away from Chunwu Mountain. Why do they want to occupy the place where we live!" Before Yu Zhen could give instructions, others There were disciples beside him who were filled with indignation and couldn't help but denounce Song Yan Guan.
"You are not afraid of retribution if you use your power to bully others!" Some people responded to him. In a few words, everyone in the hall was ignited and they shouted curses together.
Seeing this scene, Yu Zhen was undoubtedly even more upset. She immediately slapped the table again and scolded: "Okay, now at this critical juncture, can a few more verbal arguments make Song Yan Guan retreat?" She said His temperament has always been gentle and gentle, but it was rare for him to be so sullen today. All the disciples quickly fell into silence, not daring to say anything more.
After a long time, Yu Zhen sighed again, closed his eyes and said: "You voluntarily stayed in the temple and did not go down the mountain like others. Now I have to ask you to die together, and I can't bear it. That's all, wait for him to relax and break the formation." Afterwards, it is up to me to come to an end with that Meng Ping. If you can find a way to survive, it is better not to be like that foolish person."
She opened her eyes, and there was a hint of sternness in her eyes. All the disciples in the hall understood the meaning of her words, and immediately fell to the ground and shook their heads. They all couldn't say anything. There are many children of aristocratic families, princes and nobles in Miaozhen Temple. Most of them chose to go down the mountain and leave because they were afraid of the power of Songyan Temple. Even the disciples who had practiced here since childhood were afraid of death and fled. Therefore, ten people left in the temple today The rest of the people are determined and determined to follow Yu Zhen's generation. Now seeing this situation, they naturally feel sad.
The place fell into sadness for a moment, and the Songyangguan disciples outside the formation, who were gaining momentum, gradually showed signs of fatigue.
Their cultivation levels are not high and their auras are weak. How can they withstand the continuous stimulation of their true energy day and night to wear down the formation in front of them. Now that the disciples were exhausted one after another, Meng Ping also felt a lot of anger in his heart. He turned sideways and questioned the boy in Taoist robes beside him, with a rather unkind tone: "The Patriarch Miaozhenguan once obtained a Xuanji array, and he specially reserved this array to protect the mountain gate before he passed away. It has been nurtured by countless generations so far, and it has long been This is not an ordinary small formation that can be broken easily, and I hope that fellow Taoists Qi will give me your full help and quickly join forces with me, Song Yanguan, to break this formation!"
Although the boy in the Taoist robe was only interested in mystical cultivation, he was not polite to Meng Ping. His round pupils were widened, and a hint of sarcasm escaped from his lips: "Although my true family is not said to have the ability to conquer the sea and lift the sky. , but he has also cultivated a perfect body of magical power. How can he do this with this small formation? Since you want to occupy Chunwu Mountain, you'd better do it yourself."
Meng Ping couldn't help being furious when he heard this, but he couldn't offend the person behind the boy, so he could only swallow his anger and let it go.
These spiritual root monks relied on their solid foundations and were not like duckweeds in the water like those with false roots. Therefore, not only the boy in Taoist robes in front of them, but also the monk behind him treated him with contempt and disdain. In my heart, I don’t want to take action to break the formation at the moment, I just want to see Meng Ping’s jokes!
