"This is the carriage that the treasure hunting team often takes when they go out of the city. Could it be that the people fighting the monsters are from the treasure hunting team? It can't be the Liesha treasure hunting team."

Ming Zong was nervous and his hands clenched into fists involuntarily. He entered the basin and quickly approached the location of the monster.

I saw a large number of wooden carriages scattered around, many of which had been broken into pieces. Countless horses were lying on the ground, and the sand was dyed brown with blood.

Dozens of cultivators brandished weapons and launched attacks again and again, hitting the monster with energy.

However, these attacks had no effect at all. The monsters continued to run rampant, twisting their heads and pushing the long knife-like sharp horns on their heads towards the crowd.

Suddenly, one of them couldn't avoid it and was kicked by the monster's twisted leg. He screamed loudly and was thrown far away like a flying stone. He fell to the ground and kicked up a cloud of sand and dust.

Ming Zong's eyes carefully scanned the crowd, and his pupils instantly narrowed. There was a short practitioner in the crowd, who seemed to be a child.

The child held up a foot-long one-handed dagger, swung it left and right in an attempt to poke the monster's feet, and at the same time released streams of white air from his free hand, hitting the monster's head.

The child was knocked over by the air wave caused by the monster and rolled twice on the ground. When he got up, his face turned towards Mingzong.

Mingzong was shocked: "Zheng Qiu!"

His heart beat violently. This team must be Zheng Qiu's Liesha treasure hunting team. They didn't know how they encountered a strange thing.

Mingzong cursed in his heart: "This is weird. Even if the carriage was destroyed by the monster, he still didn't run away."

Cursing like this in his heart, his movements were not slow. Seeing the monster knocking over the treasure hunting team members one after another, he knew that it would be too late if he didn't help.

Ming Zong threw the big knife horizontally onto the sand, stepped on it and slid towards the center of the basin. At the same time, he slapped his shoulders once with both hands, then clenched his fists and pulled them away, and earth-yellow flames erupted from his body.

He planned to attack with the power of the Qi Hua realm first to test the monster's weak points. At the same time, the power of this realm would have less aftermath, making it easier for Zheng Qiu and the treasure hunting team to retreat.

He raised his right fist and stretched it out. The flames on his fist became brighter and brighter, seeming to leave his skin and shoot out. The flames gradually gathered into the shadow of his fist, which was as big as a basin.

Just when he was about to use the speed of his descent to smash out the shadow of his fist, the monster in front of him suddenly disappeared. Only the mountain wind carrying the yellow sand rolled up and down in the open space in front of him.

Ming Zong was stunned for a moment and hurriedly turned around to look around. There were no dead horses, no broken carriages, no treasure hunting team members fighting, and no shadow of Zheng Qiu.

A few dozen feet away, there were eight people standing. The middle one stood behind a large table, shaking a copper bell in his hand and muttering to the things placed on the table.

How is this going?

He cautiously approached those people, and as he got closer, he recognized their identities.

The person in the middle was a young-looking woman wearing a white robe. He had seen it before. She was the woman who was sitting on the edge of the coffee table making tea when Lin Minghao invited him to have tea.

His eyes moved to the seven people standing next to him. These seven people all had their faces covered and their whole bodies were wrapped tightly. Except for the absence of the word "order" on their chest clothes, the rest of their attire was exactly the same as that of the commander.

Mingzong's heart skipped a beat, thinking that he had fallen into a trap.

He frowned and took a closer look at his surroundings. The air was filled with a strong force of heaven and earth, which was obviously gathered artificially.

Moreover, these forces of heaven and earth are arranged in an orderly manner and flow according to specific lines.

After so much trouble, he actually laid a trap for himself to step on.

He immediately understood the reason. There were no monsters at all, and the Lisha treasure hunting team was not in danger. The scene just now was just an illusion simulated by the power of heaven and earth.

He has heard of this type of spell, which is the product of a combination of formation and incantation. Because of the strong power of heaven and earth, the simulated illusion has a strong sense of reality and can even affect the environment.

As for those cultivators who came here to investigate and ended up dead, it seemed that they were killed by these seven enforcers.

When I was drinking tea in the tea room that day, I saw that this woman was so proficient in casting spells. She could barely see the movement of drawing spell patterns or hear the voice of reciting the incantation. I felt that this person was not simple. Now it seems that she is indeed so.

"You did everything here?"

Since it was a carefully prepared trap, Mingzong knew that he would not be able to leave easily, so he simply relaxed and waited to see what would happen.

After hearing Ming Zong's question, the woman put down the bell in her hand, pushed down the things piled on the table, and disrupted them.

Then he asked with a smile: "Elder Mingzong of Qianyun Sect, I have admired you for a long time. I wonder if you are satisfied with this reception?"

The woman's voice was hoarse and hoarse, sounding like an old woman speaking, which was completely inconsistent with her young appearance.

Mingzong's cheeks twitched and he thought to himself: "He is pretending to be young again. He has the same virtues as Ming Sizu. In comparison, Ming Sizu is more likable. At least he speaks with the voice of a young woman."

He twisted his shoulders and neck, moved his body to let the blood flow more smoothly, and replied: "It's really flattering to be treated so generously!

Why did you invite me here? You don't want to demonstrate the magic of creating illusions, so as to open the eyes of an ignorant person like me."

"You don't have to worry about this, you will know it soon."

The woman did not answer directly, but waved to the commander beside her.

The seven commanders immediately took steps, slowly approached to a position ten feet away from Ming Zong, and circled around Ming Zong in the middle.

Ming Zong looked at these commanders carefully. Each of them was carrying two hook-shaped scimitars, with iron chains attached to the ends of the handles, wrapped around their waists.

These people did not mobilize their energy, nor did they pick up weapons, so they could not tell whether they were high or low.

But Ming Zong felt that since these people dared to stop him from leaving, they would definitely not be ordinary people, so it was better to be more cautious.

He put away the churning flames on his body and hid his energy in the meridians in his body. At the same time, he folded his hands across his chest and quietly touched the concentration rings on his upper arms on both sides.

There was an undetectable cracking sound, and the black concentration ring was broken into two pieces and broken inside the sleeve.

There was a stalemate like this for a while, but the seven enforcers never took action, and the woman behind the desk did not cast any spells.

However, streaks of gray and red light flashed across the horizon, falling straight towards the basin where Ming Zong was waiting.

"Mingzong, we meet again, stay safe."

The gray-red halo dissipated, revealing the figure of the city lord Lin Minghao. He stood outside the circle surrounded by seven commanders, with a smile on his face.

"Thank you City Lord for your concern. It shouldn't be a good thing that the City Lord went to such trouble to invite me to this barren mountain."
Chapter completed!