A flawless plan indeed.
If Su Heqing really comes to visit, and the trust level is not high, whether this plan succeeds or fails, it will plant a seed of doubt in the minds of the righteous people.
And just suspicion is enough to kill Su Heqing.
Unfortunately, Yuehai didn't know how close the relationship between Fang Zheng and Su Heqing was... Su Heqing was the one who was willing to call other women and work together to flatter her.
There is even more equanimity between the two.
Just ask with the imprint of equanimity in your heart.
When the two confirmed each other, everything became clear.
On a normal day, Fang Zheng might still be in the mood to battle wits with these people, or have fun for a while. After all, it's so satisfying to face off against the enemy with a cheating device on.
But now, it was a critical moment... Fang Zheng was eager to rush back to the Desolate Palace to add fuel to the conflict between the two sides.
If the monks kill one more master, the barren people will lose one point of help.
So he directly informed Su Heqing of his location, and then stopped caring about these trivial matters...
Just leave it to Qing'er.
Only now, facing Yun Zhiqing's confused gaze.
Obviously, she still doesn't know about the relationship between Fang Zheng and Su Heqing.
Fang Zheng felt inexplicably guilty for a moment...
In fact, I didn't feel anything before, but since Yun Zhiqing mentioned it in a weird tone before, saying that as long as he likes a woman, she can propose marriage for him.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that there was something strange in these words... just like the look in her eyes now.
"Ahem, master, don't think too much. Qing'er and I do have a lot of concerns, but doesn't she have a very good relationship with our Jiumai Peak? She has helped us, so naturally I absolutely believe it. Better than hers."
Fangzheng is vague and avoids the important and ignores the easy...
Although even he himself didn't know why he said this.
But now is not the time to worry about the personal relationships of children.
"Let's go, Master, we don't know what the situation is in the deserted palace right now."
After hearing this, Yun Zhiqing stopped asking any more questions...
Although the two of them were in the name of master and disciple, it was very rude to the master to think so, but Fang Zheng always felt that in terms of well-behavedness, the master's well-behavedness might be better than his appearance.
The three of them flew towards the deserted spot quickly.
At this time, inside the deserted palace.
The air moved the sky, and the sky and the earth were eclipsed.
Fierce fighting, accompanied by shrill screams, cracks from different dimensions suddenly opened in the Desolate Palace, countless visitors from other worlds came to attack the Desolate World, and news of the fall of the Desolate Palace had spread.
To the Huang people, the Huang Ye Palace was a symbol of royal power, while the Huang Temple was their psychological support and would never be allowed to be desecrated by anyone.
From all directions, the desolate generals quickly returned to defense, intending to recapture the desolate palace.
Unfortunately, even though most of the monks have spread out in all directions, the more than twenty people who stayed here are all extremely powerful at the level of refining the truth. Any one of them is enough to cause a bloody storm anywhere, and now they are all gathered in the Desolate Palace.
These people's hearts are as strong as iron. Now that they are here, if they want to live in peace, how can they hold back since they dare to resist?
The mystery has never been taken.
Fairy Liuting just waved softly, and the boundless current swept across, hitting the ground and the sky. The source of water is the weakest, but if it becomes the force of a wave, it is unstoppable by the mountains... The barren people and beasts that rush towards it are all the weakest. Elite warriors, but under the absolute strength, the so-called quantity has completely lost its meaning.
Wherever Wang Yang passed, there was devastation, and the enemy suffered heavy casualties. However, the remaining deserters still kept walking, fearless of death, and their charging and killing momentum became even more fierce.
"The strength is not weak, but it is just brute force. It seems that this site is an uncivilized place for barbarians. Their use of spiritual energy is too crude."
Fairy Liuting laughed softly. No matter how many people came, she could advance and attack, retreat and defend. It might take some effort to kill all these armies with one person, but it would only slow her down a little, and it would not hurt her at all. Not her.
Especially Liu Ting's full blow just now, but her true energy recovered very quickly... The joy of recovering her true energy made her feel indescribable. Other monks also took action one after another, massacring the army below.
The absolute difference in strength is like a dozen mammoths rushing into a group of rats, trampling on them with their big feet, leaving corpses everywhere in their path!
And at this time.
All the thirty-six holy generals have been destroyed long ago, eight of the twelve bishops have died, and all four chief priests have died. The stronger the strength, the more attention they attract from these refinement monks, and the faster they die.
The Lord of Desolation had already been injured by Master Huli's sword, suffered numerous scars, and almost died several times. This meant that he was extremely powerful, and Master Huli was not the kind of monk who was good at many spells, otherwise How can the Waste Lord still be alive at this time?
But even so.
Seeing that Huangdian's strength was powerful enough to invade any realm, it was completely unable to resist in the hands of these weird humans.
Until now, apart from the fact that he was still resisting stubbornly, the entire Desolate Palace, which accounted for nearly half of the combat power of the Desolate Realm, was completely destroyed in the hands of the enemy.
But there is hope...maybe...there is hope...
The Lord of the Desert gritted his teeth and held on, but still summoned the army of Deserters to attack without any signal.
Even though the real cultivators took action and almost wiped out all the strength in the Huangdian...the army was as numerous as a swarm of ants and could not be killed.
Absolutely.
For a moment, even though he was as strong as a Lianzhen cultivator, he was restrained in his footsteps!
Xuanji has never made a move. His strength is the highest among everyone. Therefore, he immediately used secret methods to search for many spirit-calling flowers in advance, and then quietly collected these flowers. Everyone was immersed in killing. Among them... it makes Xuanji do it without anyone noticing.
But at this moment, looking at the battle situation, there was a strange look on his face.
This Huang Lord is not weak, but in terms of absolute strength, he is just on the edge of Lian Zhen. Coupled with the lack of means, he is much inferior to any of them... Now The strength of each of the dozen or so people on his side was far above him, and he had no chance of winning.
"It's strange that he doesn't want to escape!"
Xuanji frowned, he was obviously not fighting a trapped beast, he was too calm, always trying to buy the most time with the smallest injury.
Not only him, but also the soldiers were determined to fight bloody battles. Even though they knew they were outmatched and even though they might not even have a breath of time, they still pressed forward and charged without fear of death.
Afterwards, a steady stream of soldiers rushed inside.
The huge hall was filled with mangled corpses.
But as a third party, the mystery is too clear. These people have absolutely no chance of winning. They are just buying time, using human lives to gain time.
But now there are more than a dozen Zhenzhen cultivators guarding the place, and even though this desert lord has three heads and six arms, he can't change any flowers...
What he is fighting for is not time here, so it must be... over there?
Xuanji looked into the distance.
There, the traces of Ren Shou's battle with Emperor Huang could no longer be felt at all.
How could he travel so far in a normal battle?
Could it be that there are no variables left?
Thinking about it, Xuanji couldn't help but want to go over and take a look... But as soon as he started to move, he stopped.
Just now, Ren Shou finally broke through the realm that he had suppressed for a long time.
Even along the way of swordsmanship, he seemed to have some understanding... Xuanji saw with his own eyes that his Luoxia Sword Qi became more and more obscure and unpredictable. I am afraid that he did not want to let others separate this opponent, so he chose to leave with the Huang Emperor. Bar.
If he went there by himself, he might be able to prepare for a rainy day, but he might offend Ren Shou instead.
Forget it, Ren Shou was able to manage Emei to such an extent. He was a shrewd person, and he was almost his enemy for the first half of his life... He was not stupid, and his enemies should not have any chance of causing trouble.
At the moment, he could only suppress the vague uneasiness in his heart.
A realm of one realm.
This place belongs to Shushan in the future. This rich spiritual energy can save a lot of energy in building Shushan on top of this desolate palace.
Thinking of this, Xuanji felt that he really should be happy.
Up to now, the enemy's counterattack has been very weak, and the monks have not discovered that they have deceived them, and everything is going smoothly.
Everything went well... I should be happy...
But I don’t know why, Xuanji just can’t be happy.
There is always a slight uneasiness in my heart... I always feel that the power of one realm can never be as weak and insignificant as it appears.
Is it because we are too strong?
Xuanji felt that this might be the only explanation.
