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"What a powerful force. I have just been promoted to the fifth level of Xutian. This aura is not weaker than the seventh level of Xutian. What a weirdo." Motian murmured in a low voice with fearful eyes.
"This should have something to do with the fact that this person's clone is a bite. After all, his clone should have subtly influenced the original deity, making him invisible and much stronger than ordinary monks." Mozhan said.
Motian nodded, and when he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly condensed.
"Ancestor, what's wrong?" Mozhang noticed that Motian's expression was different and asked.
"The border spies have sent news that Ling Binbing has returned. It is said that there are six sects coming together this time." Motian said in a deep voice.
"Six sects, it seems that except Ban Yue Palace, all the other sects are here?" Mozhan's face changed slightly and he asked.
"Open the protective formation!"
Motian said, then he pinched him and ordered the disciples in the sect to preside over the protective formation.
Zhuo Wen also noticed something strange, put away the Xu Tianqiao, flew towards Motian, and asked: "Senior, what happened?"
"Ling Bin soldiers are back, and besides Ban Yue Palace, six other sects are also here this time. I'm afraid this matter is a bit tricky." Mo Tian said in a deep voice.
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes and sneered in his heart. In fact, he had known for a long time that except for Half Moon Palace and Tianmo Island, the other eight sects in Star Territory would target him.
This time he went to Dongyu and destroyed the Youhuan Sect and Lingxiao Sect, but he still hadn't shocked the remaining six sects. So don't blame Zhuo Wenzhen for being ruthless.
"Little friend Zhuo, you think it's better to escape first. Although not all the ancestors of the six sects came, according to the news from the spies, at least three ancestors were persuaded by Ling Binbing to come here this time.
"Mo Tian advised.
"Which three are they?" Zhuo Wen asked.
Motian shook his head and said, "That's not clear."
Zhuo Wen thought for a while and said: "Senior, I plan to stay first. I must know which three ancestors are staying so that my next plan can be implemented successfully."
Motian shook his head helplessly and said: "It's too risky for you. In fact, you can completely escape from the Star Territory. There is no need to confront those sects head-on. After all, the power around you is not small now. It is impossible for any of the ten sects to win.
you."
Zhuo Wen shook his head and said: "Senior, in my old hometown, there is a popular saying that when you face a beast that is stronger than you, you cannot retreat. The more you retreat, the more the beast will push forward.
, will eventually launch endless attacks on you."
Mo Tian stagnated, and what Zhuo Wen said was not unreasonable. He had no words to answer at all.
"They're coming!"
Motian raised his head and noticed several streams of light in the distance of the starry sky. He sighed softly, knowing that it was too late for Zhuo Wen to leave now.
But Zhuo Wen was not frustrated at all, but watched with bright eyes as the streams of light stopped outside the starry sky of Tianmo Island.
These are six extremely huge airships, each of which is dozens of times larger than the Land God that Zhuo Wen obtained.
"Qiankun Sect, Chongxu Peak, Demonic Pearl Sect, Qi Sword Sect, White Jade Tower and Butterfly Valley..."
Zhuo Wen looked at the signs on the six airships and read out the names of the forces to which the six airships belonged word by word, his voice low and full of murderous intent.
More than a dozen figures stepped out of the six airships, among which four figures stood at the front. One of them, Zhuo Wen, was no stranger, it was Ling Binbing, the ancestor of the Lingxiao Sect.
The other three figures are two men and one woman, one is a white-haired young preacher, one is a middle-aged man with golden eyes, and the other is a beauty wearing a skirt with dancing butterfly patterns.
Gorgeous young woman.
Although Zhuo Wen didn't know these three people, he guessed their identities at a glance.
The white-haired young evangelist should be Fu Youze, the ancestor of Chongxu Peak, the middle-aged man with golden eyes is Chen Changsheng, the ancestor of Qiankun Sect, and the beautiful young woman is the ancestor of Mozhu Sect.
Ancestor Yang Zonghui.
The reason why Zhuo Wen was able to guess the identities of these three people was naturally because the three people standing behind them were Fu Feipeng, the leader of the Chongxu Peak Sect, Chen Yongchang, the leader of the Qiankun Sect, and Yang Muchiu, the leader of the Demonic Pearl Sect.
"Yang Muqiu, this bitch, actually has the nerve to come to Tianmo Island..."
Mozhan's eyes were gloomy. He looked at Yang Muqiu standing behind Yang Zonghui and was furious.
It was because of Yang Muqiu that the magic book on their Tianmo Island was stolen, and Yang Muqiu also deceived Mozhan about his feelings. It can be said that Mozhu hates Yang Muchiu very deeply.
Yang Muqiu obviously saw Mozhan's bad intentions, with a hint of disdain on his lips, but didn't pay much attention to it.
Fu Youze, Chen Changsheng and Yang Zonghui all looked at Ling Binbing.
Ling Binbing nodded knowingly and walked out slowly. He immediately saw Zhuo Wen beside Motian and said coldly: "Brother Motian, you sheltered the traitor and destroyed my Lingxiao Sect. Do you know your guilt?"
"What the hell, Ling Binbing, who do you think you are? Are you qualified to judge me? If you feel dissatisfied, come over and let's fight!"
Motian unexpectedly swore a curse word, which made Ling Binbing look ugly and livid with anger.
"You have the guts. The six major sects are here today. If your Heavenly Demon Island doesn't want to be destroyed, you'd better hand over that Zhuo Wen."
Ling Binbing said harsh words, but did not rush forward to challenge Mo Tian in a duel.
Although Ling Binbing and Motian are both monks who have reached the eighth level of Xutian, if they fight with real guns and swords, Ling Binbing thinks that he is no match for Motian who is a cultivator.
"Just a coward!"
Mo Tian snorted disdainfully, then looked at Fu Youze and the others, and said, "Three of you, you are also the ancestors of the sect. Are you willing to listen to Ling Binbing, a loser?"
Ling Binbing was really angry and roared: "Motian, don't bully others too much!"
"Oh, don't you two get so angry!" Yang Zonghui suddenly laughed sweetly and broke the deadlock, "Actually, we are not here to cause trouble for you Demon Island. As long as Brother Demon Tian hands over the
Zhuo Wen's words, we will withdraw immediately, and as for your grudges with Lingxiao Sect, we will never interfere."
"Junior sister Yang is right, the grievances between your sects have nothing to do with us, we only want Zhuo Wen." Chen Changsheng, whose eyes were filled with gold, smiled.
Fu Youze was taciturn and nodded: "Hand over Zhuo Wen!"
Ling Binbing looked embarrassed, and was extremely angry in his heart. When he went to their sect to lobby before, these three people smiled at each other and promised to help him seek justice.
Now that he has arrived at Tianmo Island, he has immediately forgotten all about the promise he made to him. How can Ling Binbing not be annoyed?
But no matter how unhappy Ling Binbing was, he didn't dare to say it. Now he was alone. The Lingxiao Sect had been destroyed, and he was facing the Demon Island. If he angered the three people around him, he would really have nothing to do in the Star Territory in the future.
Got a foothold.
Motian frowned slightly and couldn't help but look at Zhuo Wen beside him, obviously letting Zhuo Wen make his own decision.
"Senior, let me handle it next!"
As Zhuo Wen said this, he rushed out first, stood on the edge of the protective formation, looked at the top leaders of the six major sects, and said: "Your Grandpa Zhuo is here, come and bite me if you have the guts!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone around them was in a panic...