"Why, my... words don't work?" Long Wenzhang said "Humph!"
Looking at the crowd.
There was a coldness in his eyes, and he just tapped the back of his hand, and a "Mixed Gold Bell" of "Eternal Ancient..." quality quietly flew out from between his eyebrows. Although it was only as big as a fist, it erupted with a "ding", "
"Dang", "Dang..." the loud sound.
Several heroic spirits who were close almost fainted.
As for the Nine-Rank Immortal Dome and Demon Oyster, just the sound of a bell can make their blood boil. Fortunately, Long Wenzhang's target is not them, otherwise, just offering this "Eternal Ancient..." can make them
They are beyond redemption and their souls are gone.
You know, there are very few treasures that can be called [Eternal], even in the [Psionics Society].
Among the hundreds of heroic spirits, I'm afraid not even a few can be found.
Under the shock of [Hunjin Ling...], even those mindless thorns became well-behaved at this moment, shrugging their heads as if it was none of my business.
See [Hunjinling…].
Centihuang, who was standing aside, was so jealous that his eyes were red, and his teeth were clenching.
An eternal treasure.
I've never even touched it. If I had something like this myself, what heroic spirit would dare not accept it?
"Is what I said useful?" Long Wenzhang looked at the crowd and asked with a smile.
A group of heroic spirits hurriedly said: "Of course it works..."
"Brother Long, you are our backbone."
"That's right!"
"To prevent accidental injury, it's better to put the [Soul Golden Bell] away." Someone licked his face and advised.
Long Wenzhang said "Humph!" and didn't care about it anymore. It used the [Soul Golden Bell] just to scare these mindless thorns to avoid some uncontrollable situations at the critical moment.
Now that it was shocked, it stopped being wordy and decisively took the [Soul Golden Bell] back.
After hesitating for a moment, he was about to explain the reason for "not being in a hurry" when he saw Wan Yan and Ting Feng rushing in.
With a face full of excitement, he said: "Brother Long, go into seclusion...that old guy has started to go into seclusion."
Long Wenzhang's eyes lit up: "You read that right?"
"Of course not..." Wan Yan puffed up his chest and vowed, "I saw it with my own eyes. If you don't believe it, you can ask Ting Feng. It can also hear every move of the other party in the dojo."
Tingfeng nodded and said, "That old guy has indeed begun to retreat."
"Okay!" Long Wenzhang laughed.
Just when everyone was confused and confused, Long Wenzhang suddenly stopped his smile, looked at everyone and said slowly: "I said before, "Don't rush...", now is the best opportunity.
, that old guy started practicing in seclusion."
"The entire [Psionic Society] is no longer guarded. It couldn't be easier to move the [Spiritual Tombstone] now. Of course, in order to prevent accidents, everyone should make an oath of heaven before taking action."
Everyone was startled: "What oath are you making?"
"If the old thing is chased out, whoever dares to defy the odds, avoid the fight, or use all his strength will cause him to perish forever and never recover." Long Wenzhang said calmly.
"I see…"
"Yes, it should be."
"Let's all join together!" Many heroic spirits agreed.
Even those who wanted to cheat and hide behind the scenes without making any effort could only bite the bullet and speak out.
Seeing this, Long Wenzhang nodded with satisfaction and said: "Then let's make an oath together."
"good!"
"If the totem is chased out, whoever violates the rules, evades the fight, and does not use all his strength will let him perish forever..."
Soon, more than two hundred heroic spirits swore the [Heavenly Way] oath. Even at their level, a little oath was not enough to really kill them.
But inner demons will breed endlessly, and not everyone can afford such consequences.
Seeing that everyone had finished taking the oath, Long Wenzhang withdrew his gaze and looked at the fairy dome. Mo Oyster and others said in a deep voice: "You just go and move the [Hidden Spirit Tombstone], and then head towards the mountain gate. What's left is
Yes, just leave it to us."
"No... don't have to face the old man?"
"Very good!"
Xian Qiong, Mo Oyster and others were all ecstatic and immediately nodded in agreement.
It's like, I'm afraid they'll regret it.
"Let's go out." Long Wenzhang waved his hand lightly, and a passage suddenly appeared in the dojo, and he could clearly see everything outside.
Xian Qiong, Mo Oyster and others did not delay and walked out along the passage.
After coming outside, the [Hidden Spirit Tombstone] stood in front of them, and everyone's eyes fell on the magic oyster.
The latter took a deep breath and said: "Let's do it and fight quickly. As long as the old man doesn't find out, it's a great blessing for us. Of course, it doesn't matter if he finds out. With these senior heroic spirits blocking...
…”
"Yeah!" Several foreigners walked over at the same time, each holding a position, tightly clenching their hands under the [Tombstone], and suddenly exerting force.
There was only a crisp sound of "click...", and the [Hidden Soul Tombstone] only shook a few times, but was not moved by them.
Feeling the weight, Xian Qiong's expression also changed slightly: "What kind of material is this...[tombstone] made of? Is it actually heavier than hundreds of realms?"
"With the strength of the few of us, even the ancestral land of a clan can be easily moved."
"No matter what material it is made of, it's time to fight hard." The oyster gritted his teeth and said with red eyes.
"Let's work hard together."
boom!
Several ninth-grade statues exerted their strength and even transformed into their own bodies. After roaring loudly, the [Tibetan Spirit Tombstone], which was enough to crush the ancestral sites of various tribes, was actually lifted up by them.
The bricks and stones on the ground were trampled one by one with footprints.
Seeing these descendants of the Ten Thousand Clans struggling to lift the [Hiding Spirits Tombstone] and walking step by step towards the foot of the mountain, the heroes hidden in the [Tombstone] couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
What they fear most is that after planning for so long, in the end, the person they found can't even lift the [tombstone], which makes people crazy.
Xian Qiong, Demon Oyster and the others, every step they take, will leave a deep footprint on the ground, and the word "Collect" above their heads seems to be unstable.
It only lasted for less than a hundred breaths, and there were already signs of being broken. Seeing this scene, Long Wenzhang's face darkened, and he hummed to Centipede next to him, "They are very interested in the [Great Breath Condensing Technique of All Heavens".
]’s understanding is still too shallow.”
"Otherwise, with only a ninth-level cultivation, it shouldn't be too difficult to contain your aura under the rules. Brother Centipede, you have to take action."
"Let...me go?" The expression on Centihuang's face suddenly froze, and he looked at Long Wenzhang reluctantly.
In the dojo, it only condenses the word "156..." [Collect], which is used to deal with totems. I don't know if it is enough.
If we go out now, we don't know how many we will lose.
In this way, your own safety is not guaranteed.
You must know that these more than one hundred words "Collection" are the trump card of whether it can leave the "Psionic Society" alive, and it is also used to counter the existence of the "Book of Soul Seduction".
How could you be willing to waste it on these descendants of all races?
Isn’t this trying to force others to do something difficult...