"Boom!" Ying Qianli blasted out wild flames with his palm, blasting the homophonic bone talisman in Xiao Sanshan's hand to pieces along with his hand.
Xiao Sanshan screamed and was sweating profusely in pain.
Ying Qianli gave him a sinister look: "The court's lackeys are destroying the morale of our army!"
Xiao Sanshan did not dare to say anything and retreated obediently. Ying Qianli waved his hand and ordered: "Hurry up and prepare, this is our only chance to escape."
No one believed Song Zheng, and everyone felt that he was deliberately delaying everyone's escape.
buzzing
As the last yuan jade fell, the strange teleportation array was activated. Ying Qianli secretly thought: You must be on guard! He waved his hand and said: "You go first, I am not to blame for the loss of Yuzhou, I will sit down and block the rear!"
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Several anxious and simple disciples immediately stepped in.
A strange formation of light flickered, and layers of spiritual texts were flying in the light. It seemed that there was no danger, so the other disciples felt relieved and rushed in one after another.
In this secret hall, there were fifty or sixty monks from the Nirvana Hall gathered together. After more than forty people entered, the strange formation was full, and the rest could only wait for the next time.
"Let's go." Ying Qianli waved his hand, and a strange array of light flashed, and those people immediately became illusory and were about to be transported to another place through a passage in the void.
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Several miles away from Zheng Huang, the commander Zhou Baijin gave an order: "Do it now!"
Surrounding the entire Wanhua Tower, there is a temporary high platform in each of the eight positions, with a three-foot-long trumpet-shaped magic weapon erected on it. The eight Mingjingjing major cultivators puffed up their chests and abdomen behind the magic weapon and exerted one force.
Blow, the spiritual energy rolled in, the "trumpet" vibrated, and layers of pale white ripples visible to the naked eye blasted out. The ripples of the eight trumpets were connected into one, but strangely, they did not make a sound.
In the underground secret hall, the strange teleportation formation was suddenly disturbed by some force, and then solidified.
"No!" Ying Qianli roared, turned around and opened the aura shield.
boom!
The teleportation array exploded, and it goes without saying that none of the more than forty people inside survived. The secret hall was also blown into a mess. The violent spiritual energy shot into the sky, completely lifting the ceiling of the secret hall.
A ball of light burst out of the ground.
Zhou Baijin pointed his hand: "There, kill!"
There were still more than a dozen people in the secret hall who had not yet had time to enter the strange formation. Ying Qianli's aura shield shattered, but he protected himself and several close followers behind him. Fortunately, Xiao Sanshan was among them.
Except for Ying Qianli, there were only two great cultivators of the Ming Jing Realm who survived.
He cursed secretly: "You actually ambush Zhen Xubo, what a cunning bad dog!"
He led everyone out of the collapsed secret hall, listened attentively, pointed to the south and said: "Go that way." A figure came quickly and cursed: "Idiot, you want to harm everyone.
Are you going to die? Surrounding three buildings, there must be a trap over there."
Song Zheng arrived.
Ying Qianli was furious and raised his hand to crush Song Zheng to death, but Xiao Sanshan rushed up from behind and hugged him tightly with one hand: "Master, Song Guo was so impolite, but he also did it for everyone's safety."
ah."
Ying Qianli was an old practitioner, but his anger was stopped by Xiao Sanshan. After thinking about it, he realized that what Song Zheng said was reasonable. In fact, given him some time, he could also figure it out, but he was not as sharp as a veteran like Song Zheng.
He still had no good expression and chose the east side: "Let's break through and go to the state capital."
But Song Zheng stopped him again: "I'm afraid the situation on the hall master's side is even worse, and the court is well prepared. The raid on the helm is only the first step. The second step will definitely focus on blocking the road to the state capital."
Ying Qianli also calmed down at this time, but gave Song Zheng a serious look and stopped scolding him. After this crisis, he will get rid of this junior!
Xiao Sanshan asked hurriedly: "Song Guo, time is pressing, please tell us what should we do?"
Song Zheng asked straightforwardly: "Elder Ying, please tell me, have you ever broken through to the Fate Realm? If you are really only in the Mingjing Realm, we don't have to do anything and just wait to die."
A deputy helmsman of Mingjian Realm scolded: "You are rude!"
Ying Qianli raised his hand: "What he said is right. The imperial court is fully prepared this time. I'm afraid it won't be a day or two before it targets us. Suppressing Xubo requires at least eight Mingjian realm majors to activate it. Zheng Huang knows that I am Mingjing.
Jijing Daxiu, there is at least one Mingjingjing Tianzun sitting beside him. If I can't fight against him, I won't be able to escape no matter what."
Monk wars are different from those of mortals. Mortal wars are easy to defeat, but annihilation is very difficult. In most cases, a higher level of monk realm means an overwhelming advantage, and it is extremely difficult to escape.
He glanced at Song Zheng, shaking his shoulders as if a shackle had been removed, and the aura on his body rose rapidly like a flood over the earth, with an unstoppable momentum.
"Sure enough, it's the fate realm." Song Zheng nodded secretly, his guess was good.
"Even so," he once again said shockingly: "You must understand that the key to this battle does not lie with you, but with me, kid."
The deputy helmsman couldn't help but shouted: "Arrogant..."
This time, Song Zheng raised his hand to interrupt him unceremoniously: "Time is running out, please listen to my explanation. We may only have time to say it once."
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Compared to other directions, the south side is much quieter. There are seven or eight guards guarding the streets. They are all young monks in the Burning Cave Realm. They hold their sabers in one hand and their waist tags in the other, looking extremely nervous.
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Behind them, there were four great cultivators of the Ming Jing Realm, with twelve elites of the Fate Realm ambushing in the four strange formations. The level of the strange formations was not high, but it was a covering formation with a single function, covering up all auras.
Even if Mingtong Tianzun scans with his spiritual sense, he will not find any ambush.
The four strange formations are arranged very carefully, including all exits in this direction. If something happens in any direction, at least two strange formations are guaranteed to provide quick support at the same time.
The person responsible for this direction is the deputy commander of the guard station, Linghu Sect, who is at the peak of Mingjian Realm.
He is the number one general under Zhou Baijin. He was placed here, and it was Zhou Baijin who took care of him, intending to let him perform meritorious service. Linghu Sect was able to calm down, and was not in a hurry at this time. His eyes were filled with some kind of magical power, as deep as the ancient abyss.
, scanning the surrounding night sky.
Suddenly, he raised his hand, and the subordinates behind him and the rest of the strange formation got the news: It's coming!
Not long after Linghu Sect discovered the enemy, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and then three figures rushed out from the darkness. They used Taoism and magic weapons to protect their bodies with extreme caution, and flew away in the air.
The seven or eight officers raised their waistbands and shouted loudly: "Where is the monster!"
Among the three figures, someone waved his sleeves, and a mountain of spiritual light fell down. With a click, all the badges in their hands were shattered. The officers vomited blood and fell to the ground. The three figures passed by in a flash and broke into the ambush circle.
Linghu Zong gently squeezed the spiritual talisman in his hand, and with a roar, four beams of light rose into the sky from the four strange formations, locking into the void, and their spiritual pressure was like a mountain.
Someone among the three figures shouted loudly: "There is an ambush, let's go!"
Linghu Sect came forward and punched out, and the immortal armor moved accordingly. Six sets of high-level strange formations were engraved on different positions, each of which sealed a kind of magical power, and the six kinds of magical powers came out with the punch.
But the leader of the Nirvana Hall demon didn't even look at him. He rolled up his sleeves and flicked his sleeves. Linghu Sect suddenly felt a huge and unparalleled force pulling him and throwing him far away. Six magical powers
Broken instantly.
His vision went dark and he spat out a mouthful of blood: "Be careful, it's the Fate Realm!"
The news spread quickly: Ying Qianli’s hidden strength is the Heavenly Master of the Mingtong Realm!
However, Zheng Huang had already expected this. He had Zhizhu in hand and sneered: "Everything is within my calculations."
He cupped his hands and asked in the air: "Uncle Seventh, please take action."
An old but loud voice came from nowhere: "Leave it to me."
The guards around him were shocked and secretly admired: Not only did they fail to discover that the Seventh Master was hiding aside, but they also failed to detect where he was hiding after the Seventh Master opened his mouth.
In the void, some powerful existence left, and suddenly, the void seemed to be "missing a part."
Ying Qianli paused and stared in a certain direction: "People from the Zheng family? You really support Zheng Huang."
An old man slowly walked out of the darkness of the void: "He is my nephew. If you don't support him, who will you support?"
"Hahaha!" Ying Qianli laughed loudly: "How glorious was the Zheng family in those days? There were three cabinet bachelors in succession, and more than 20 county ministers and county guards under their sect. It's a pity that one generation is not as good as the other. Now,
Even Zheng Huang, a mere county guard, is qualified to ask the elders of the clan to take action, how far do you want to sink?"
Uncle Qi was furious: "It's much better than your Nirvana cult!"
He suddenly shattered the void and vented his full anger on Ying Qianli.
Zheng Huang was more than ten miles away, watching the battle of Tianzun in the sky. The battle group rose higher and higher, and soon reached the night sky. The spiritual light shone and spread all over the night sky.
The messengers carrying small flags came quickly: "Sir, it has been confirmed that it is the leader of our county's Nirvana Hall, Evil Eagle Qianli! He is accompanied by two deputy helmsmen of the Nirvana Hall."
Zheng Huang nodded and said decisively: "Encirclement and suppression!"
Following this order, the great cultivators of the Mingjian Realm rose into the sky and besieged Ying Qianli and the others together.
The guard was a little worried: "Sir, your safety..."
Zheng Huang thought for a moment. Although he was in the Mingjing realm, a gentleman would not stand under a dangerous wall. He nodded and said: "Go back to the governor's mansion and activate the defensive formation."
"Your Majesty."
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Zheng Huang and Zhou Baijin mobilized a total of ten Mingjian Realm overhauls and launched an encirclement and suppression campaign together. One of the two deputy helmsmen beside Ying Qianli could only hold up a cup of tea before he screamed and was shattered in the air. His soul was scattered everywhere.
He ran around and was soon torn to pieces by another Da Xiu Yi's magic weapon, Shock Wave.
Zhou Baijin was stunned: This is too easy.
With ten against two, it should indeed be an overwhelming advantage, but the Mingjian realm is not an easy matter. It is a threshold that distinguishes the monks in the world. Even if they are defeated, they will not be killed so easily.
Chapter completed!