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Chapter 1846 Entering the Dream Lanzong

The main force of the Menglan Sect has joined the rebels and is besieging the Zhenwu Holy Land. At this moment, the Menglan Sect is at its most empty.

The Gold-Eating Rat Clan was so pervasive that it didn't take long before the Gold-Eating Rat Clan brought out the information Jiang Chen needed.

"Young Master Chen, the master of the Menglan Sect does have a direct grandson, who is currently in the Menglan Sect. However, he has two personal guards around him, both of whom are at the eighth level of heaven. It seems that he is a dead soldier of the master of the Menglan Sect.

Always protect the grandson of the leader of the Menglan Sect."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly and asked, "Have you determined the specific location?"

"Yes." The Gold-Eating Rat King answered very clearly, "I have arranged eyeliners around that area. As long as Mr. Chen gets close, he will find it."

Jiang Chen looked towards Holy Lord Ningyan: "Holy Lord Ningyan, should you take action, or should we?"

After all, this is a civil strife in Zhenwu Divine Kingdom, and outsiders are always allowed to take action. Holy Lord Ningyan himself felt that he could not keep his face, so he immediately said: "You lead the way, I will take action myself."

Two dead warriors of the seventh or eighth level are nothing to Holy Lord Ningyan. She has plenty of means to deal with them. After all, she is also a giant in the Zhenwu Holy Land, and she is only half a step away from entering the demigod realm.

It is not that difficult for her to reach the eighth level of the two heavens.

"Let's go." Jiang Chen's body swayed and he disappeared into the Menglan Sect's territory.

The Menglan Sect also has mountain gate restrictions and protective formations, but for formation masters like Holy Lord Ningyan and Jiang Chen, this level of defensive formations is almost useless.

The two of them easily sneaked into the restricted area of ​​​​the mountain gate.

In fact, with their strength, it is not difficult to break in by force. However, they are unwilling to do so in order to act carefully.

After all, if the direct grandson of the Menglan Sect got wind of it and escaped first, that would be unsightly. Neither Jiang Chen nor Holy Lord Ningyan were willing to do anything to scare the snake.

The Menglan Sect is indeed a first-rate force in the Zhenwu Divine Kingdom. There is a cave inside the mountain gate. It can be seen that this sect has a strong foundation.

However, now that the main force is out for the expedition, Menglan Sect seems a bit empty no matter how you look at it. Although the level of defense is good, the lack of manpower makes the defense here still seem a bit empty.

After a while, they found the area where the grandson of the Menglan Sect leader was located.

The consciousnesses of Jiang Chen and Holy Lord Ningyan have already locked onto this young man.

The leader of the Menglan Sect is a demigod-level existence. He has controlled the Menglan Sect for more than seven thousand years. This direct grandson is the most favored one among his countless descendants, and he is the genius he selected from thousands of people.

, intended to be cultivated as a continuation of the bloodline and inheritance of the sect.

As one of the four demigods in this rebellion, Meng Qianqiu, the leader of the Menglan Sect, has a very strong say in the rebels. If there is a problem with Meng Qianqiu, there will definitely be a problem with the rebels.

In a secret realm, a young man with an astonishing face was boringly practicing martial arts in a martial arts training ground.

There were sentries everywhere around the martial arts field, and two eighth-level dead warriors were accompanying the young man in the martial arts field, staying close to him.

This young man is none other than Meng Qianqiu’s grandson Meng Tianxing.

After mastering the sword skills along the way, Meng Tianxing angrily fired the long sword in his hand into the wall, directly penetrated the wall and sank into the lake outside the wall.

Meng Tianxing sat down on the stool next to him as if he was a little angry. It could be seen that his interest was not very high.

The two guards of the eighth level looked at each other, and it was obvious that the young master was in a very bad mood, and he didn't know how to persuade him at the moment.

"Master..."

Meng Tianxing's jade-like face overflowed with anger: "Don't call me Young Master, I can't be your Young Master."

"Young master, my subordinates are ordered by the old sect leader to serve you, and they are your followers. If you want to vent your anger, please give us a good beating!"

Meng Tianxing snorted: "What's the use of beating you up? You really treat me as a young master, so just take me to the Zhenwu Holy Land. I want to participate in the conquest, and I want to make contributions!"

The two personal guards were dumbfounded. They had long known the reason for the young master's anger. However, the old sect leader had long ago ordered that the young master should not be allowed to leave even half a step.

If anything happens to the young master, the two bodyguards will also be blamed.

Therefore, their demands for Meng Tianxing are naturally unsatisfactory. After all, no matter who it is, they have to listen to the old sect leader.

The young master is angry, so he can only be coaxed.

"What? The old sect master sent you to protect me, but you don't even have the courage to do so? Don't you want to follow me to make great achievements?"

"Young Master, our duty is not to make achievements, but to protect your safety, Young Master. If anything goes wrong, the old sect master will peel off our skin and beat our muscles."

"Cowards!" Meng Tianxing said with an angry look on his face, "If you don't go, I will sneak up and go when you are not prepared."

"Young Master, you must not do it. This matter of making great achievements will only come in a long time. Young Master, now is the time to learn skills. You should seize the time and practice diligently. Are you worried that you will not have a chance to kill enemies in the future?"

A personal guard advised.

"Huh, in the future? Even if there is a chance in the future, it will be in the future. I heard that in Zhenwu Holy Land, there is a Miss Yuling, one of the sixteen golden hairpins on Wanyuan Island. How many young talents are there in Zhenwu Divine Kingdom?

I'm salivating over this Miss Yu Ling. If I miss this good show, who knows which pig will take advantage of this big cabbage?"

It turns out that the root is here.

The two guards looked at each other. They finally understood that this was the reason why the young master wanted to go to Zhenwu Holy Land to fight.

However, one of the guards advised: "Sir, I heard that Miss Yu Ling is not in Zhenwu Holy Land at all. You don't have to worry about it."

"Nonsense, she is a saint in the Holy Land. If she is not in the Holy Land, how can she still be outside?"

"My subordinates heard that she and her master, Saint Ningyan, are at an elixir base in the Zhenwu Holy Land. They are indeed not at the Zhenwu Holy Land headquarters."

"Oh? The elixir base?" Meng Tianxing's eyes were erratic, as if he was contemplating some crooked idea. Suddenly his eyes lit up, "Then let's go to the elixir base, how about it?"

"no."

Meng Tianxing chuckled: "Are you so afraid of my grandpa? Don't worry, if anything happens, I'll take care of it. That's okay?"

The two personal guards were still unmoved. Obviously, if something really happened, even if the young master was behind the wheel, the old sect leader would definitely punish them.

Besides, if something happens to the young master, he can't protect himself, so how can he take care of it?

"Young Master, I would like to advise you not to think too much about it. If that girl Yu Ling is really captured, we will find a way to help you get her."

"Hmph, by the time you know it, it will be too late. There are so many rebel factions and young talents, and everyone is keeping an eye on them."

"Mr. Liang, I heard that although the Holy Lord Ningyan is a little older, his charm is still there. He is the best. His beauty, appearance, figure and temperament are all top-notch. Don't you want to kiss him?"

One of the guards, Mr. Liang whom Meng Tianxing mentioned, gave a wry smile: "Sir, that woman Ning Yan is indeed of extraordinary temperament. However, a woman of her level is not blessed to be able to accept her subordinates."

ah."

"If you don't try, how will you know that you won't be able to enjoy it? Don't you want to suppress such a beautiful woman under your body and conquer her at will?"

This Meng Tianxing may not look small, but he is a pervert at heart.

Mr. Liang laughed strangely and his eyes were indescribably lewd.

"My subordinates still don't dare, but you, sir, if you have the chance, it would be fun to eat them all. It would be nice to wait for the master to eat the rest and then give them to your subordinates to try." Mr. Liang smiled evilly.

While they were talking, the old man and the young man suddenly felt that something was wrong in the surrounding atmosphere. It was as if an invisible mountain suddenly appeared around them, and the pressure increased sharply.

Mr. Liang's heart was moved. He turned his head and looked around. His pupils immediately dilated and his whole body twitched unsatisfactorily.

Because, the other guard was staring at them with his eyes wide open at the moment, and blood was all overflowing from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, ear holes, and the corners of his mouth.

In other words, unknowingly, his accomplice, a monk at the eighth level of heaven, had somehow become enlightened.

boom!

The eighth-level monk collapsed like a wall, throwing up dust all over the ground.

"No, sir, leave quickly!" Mr. Liang reacted and rushed towards Meng Tianxing, protecting Meng Tianxing and planning to leave.

However, before he could rush to Meng Tianxing, Meng Tianxing's figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

When he looked again, he saw that Meng Tianxing was wrapped in countless vines and had floated high into the sky.

One after another, vines intertwined in the void, wrapping Meng Tianxing tightly like a big rice dumpling.

Meng Tianxing was so distraught that he kept crying and howling: "Mr. Liang, save me, save me!"

This young genius named Meng Tianxing is, after all, just a young monk. In terms of cultivation, he is on the same level as the five young masters of the Zhenwu Holy Land, and he is still ranked lower among the five young masters.

Not to mention comparing with Jiang Chen, let alone comparing with Xiahou Zong, even if compared with the Rain Spirit Saint, Meng Tianxing may not have any advantage.

At this moment, Meng Tianxing was suddenly captured, and Meng Tianxing was in chaos.

Protecting the young master is a mission deep in Mr. Liang's bones. With a sway of his body, he wanted to rush high into the sky to cut open those vines.

At this moment, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared in front of him. With a frosty face, she stared at him coldly.

This graceful figure and beautiful face is none other than Holy Lord Ningyan.

"You..." Mr. Liang blinked, as if he had seen a ghost, and looked at Holy Lord Ningyan in disbelief. He couldn't believe it at all, how could Holy Lord Ningyan suddenly appear in Menglan Sect?

Thinking of the words he just said, so obscene and saying that he wanted to take advantage of everyone, Mr. Liang was almost ready to die.

"What? Don't you recognize me?" Holy Lord Ningyan asked coldly. Welcome)


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