Shangguan Yun had just dispatched, but the battle at the teleportation formation had ended under the crazy attack of the bandit group. Hundreds of city guards were brutally killed, and only a few wounded late-stage Yuanling masters retreated to the vicinity of the city lord's palace.
Not long after, the square in front of the city lord's palace was filled with black-robed bandits. They had stern faces and held various magic weapons in their hands. A rough calculation showed that they numbered at least a thousand.
These people did not move, but there were still sounds of fighting in the city. It should be that the bandit group was killing other immortal cultivators scattered in the city.
Most of the immortal cultivators on Qingling Star are concentrated in the city. There are no powerful sects here. The strength of one city is the entire strength of Qingling Star. As long as all the immortal cultivators here are wiped out, the bandits can take over.
All the wealth of Qingling Star.
The square in front of the city lord's palace is quite large, and is now surrounded by a circle of earth-yellow halo. Tens of thousands of immortal cultivators, including Zheng Lin, are all within the scope of the halo.
Originally, there were still people coming here, but when the black-robed bandits arrived, the halo automatically closed, shutting out those cultivators who came late and were seeking protection, and allowed them to shout loudly outside.
Don't ask.
"Look, the Lord of Shangguan City is above us!"
"Yes, what he is holding in his hand should be the Soul Locking Flute. I heard that it is a magic weapon that is higher than the best spiritual weapon!"
"Can the Lord of Shangguan City repel so many bandits alone?"
When the discussion reached this point, it suddenly stopped. No one seemed to have enough confidence, and Zheng Lin also looked up at the sky.
Opposite the black-robed bandits, a seemingly middle-aged monk was floating in the air, holding a flute in his hand, with a red tassel on the end of the flute. Facing the wind, the red tassel danced with the monk's blue clothes.
That flute should be the soul-locking flute that everyone says is higher than the best spiritual weapon. From the appearance, the soul-locking flute is made of smooth jade and does not reveal much power, but since he became famous as a late dual soul monk
The magic weapon must be extraordinary.
At this time, Zheng Lin could see that Shangguan Yun was negotiating with the bandits, but due to the barrier of the formation, no one could hear the content of their words. However, after a short while, it seemed that the two sides had broken down, and the black-robed bandits had already begun
Hands-on attack formation.
The protective formation composed of khaki halo was quite strong, and it blocked the first wave of attacks from the black-robed bandits with almost no tremor. At the same time, Shangguan Yun also seemed furious, and the soul-locking flute in his hand was also
Throw it high into the sky.
The black-robed bandit probably knew the power of the soul-locking flute. When Shangguan Yun took action, more than a dozen people flew out of the team and instantly surrounded Shangguan Yun, who still looked calm. A dozen magic weapons also shone with spiritual light.
Go to the location of Shangguan Yun.
Those dozen people all had extraordinary cultivation, and their attacks should not be underestimated. However, Shangguan Yun remained motionless. When more than a dozen magic weapons were about to reach him, a dazzling stream of light suddenly bloomed from his body, and he was immediately attacked.
The dozen magic weapons flew back.
Shangguan Yun's face turned cold, and he quickly formed a seal in his hand. Along with his spiritual power, he punched it into the soul-locking flute high in the sky. Waves of waves that could be clearly seen with the naked eye swept around.
In the protective formation, Zheng Lin could not feel the powerful power of the waves, but when those waves hit the bandits, it could be seen from the bandits covering their ears and releasing protective spiritual power in panic that those waves
The volatility is absolutely staggering.
"The master of Shangguan City used the soul-locking sound just now. If he were caught off guard, the sound wave would be enough to instantly kill a monk in the Yuanling stage. Even a master in the dual-soul stage would not be able to use the body-protecting spiritual power under the long-term impact of the soul-locking sound's sound wave.
Carry more."
"Yes! Last time I saw a mid-level master of dual souls challenge Shangguan City Lord, and Shangguan City Lord defeated him just by activating the soul-locking sound. Now, I have been practicing on Qingling Star for nearly a thousand years, but I have never seen him.
There is someone who can make Shangguan City Lord take the second move."
"According to this, these robbers have been kicked on the iron plate today, and we are safe and sound!"
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Shangguan Yunfu showed his strong confidence and strength as soon as he took action. Although nearly a thousand bandits tried hard to attack the protective formation, they still could not shake the formation at all. This made the immortal cultivators who were enveloped by the formation feel relaxed.
There was a lot of talk, and the discussion gradually became louder, and most of them were praises for Shangguan Yun.
"No matter how powerful Shangguan Yun is, he is only one person. Faced with the siege of so many masters, he may not be able to hold on for long! Besides, who can guarantee that there will be no powerful masters among so many bandits! How dare you come here to rob?
, they don’t know how powerful the Lord of Shangguan City is, and they must be prepared!”
Just when everyone was saying good things, a monk said to everyone in a calm tone. His words undoubtedly poured cold water on everyone's newly warmed hearts. But those who still maintained their confidence in Shangguan Yun
The other monks looked at this person with cold eyebrows.
Zheng Lin also followed the sound and saw that everyone was staring at a thin, handsome young monk. This man was wearing a green shirt. Although his eyebrows were very straight, he looked very slender and his face was a little pale. He
He held his hands in front of his chest, his eyes were cold, and his black hair was flying but not messy. Although he did not reveal any aura, Zheng Lin had an intuition that this person was very dangerous.
Under the sharp eyes of the young monk, as sharp as a knife, everyone's thoughts of raising an army to accuse were suddenly extinguished like a flame meeting a flood. They turned around one after another, not daring to take another look. Some people even squeezed directly to the side, as if they were staying here.
It's very unsafe and scary.
"I'm afraid this person is not a simple person! I'd better not offend him as much as possible!" Zheng Lin just glanced at the young monk, but the other party seemed to have noticed it. When he looked back at him, he smiled at himself with a complicated expression.
A smile.
The young monk's face was already very cold, and his smile looked very strange, with an inexplicable meaning that made Zheng Lin very uneasy.
Zheng Lin had many strange things and special features. What he was most afraid of was attracting the attention of others, especially experts. The young monk's glance just now made Zheng Lin feel as if he had been completely seen through.
The black-robed bandits were still attacking the protective formation, but Shangguan Yun was tightly entangled by the dozen or so people. Although he still had the upper hand with his own strength, it would not be possible to escape in a short while.
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Shangguan Yun did not dodge the attacks of the dozen or so bandit masters. He could not escape the mental locks of so many people. Even if he dodged, he would still be chased by the opponent's magic weapon. It was better to wait for work, but the aura around him was
It gradually dimmed under the opponent's constant attacks, and he probably couldn't stop it for a long time.
As if he had lost his patience, Shangguan Yun waved his hand to recall the soul-locking flute. After silently reciting a few words, the flute was filled with golden light and was held in his hand like a golden stick.