Standing on the ridge of a five-story attic, Changsheng can see the east as far as the eye can see. Houses and streets are criss-crossing, and scattered lanterns are lit in the snow. It is almost dusk.
The sky is dark with white.
Thinking of the serious trouble he wanted to get rid of quickly, he hid in this city. Dongfang Changsheng had a great heart and sent a message to everyone: "Everyone, according to the original plan, we will disperse into the city. If there is any
If you sense it, hit it with all your strength, and the people nearby will immediately move to help. If you attack this time, there will be no way out, and Zhuo Mufeng must not be allowed to survive!"
Nangong Xin chuckled and stroked his long beard: "Brother Dongfang, no need to say more, since that kid made friends with the demon sect and became a demon bandit, he has already sowed the bitter fruits of today. Let's work together, even if the gods come down to earth.
Don’t even think about escaping!”
Many people looked proud of themselves. Since the establishment of the world over three hundred years ago, the Eleven Holy Lands have only truly joined forces twice.
For the first time, the Demon Sect's conspiracy was defeated with the force of thunder in Nuanyang Mountain. If each family had not underestimated the enemy at the beginning and sent only one super master, the top ten masters of the Demon Sect could have been destroyed deep underground.
In other words, the Demon Sect, which is regarded by the world as the enemy of the Holy Land, is not their opponent at all, and the two sides are not even on the same level.
The second time is today.
Today's Demon Sect has lost Taoist Master Tianpuppet, Butcher Li, Taoist Xuanyi, Heart-Destroying Yama and Wrath Yama, and only half of the top ten masters are left. Among them are super masters like Lei Auntie and Du Sanniang who are at the lower end of the spectrum.
, everyone present only needs to play ten to have a chance to crush the opponent.
But there are twenty-three of them here. No matter how high Yan Yiqing’s martial arts is, what will happen? As for Zhuo Mufeng, Dongfang Changsheng can make him feel like a formidable enemy. If he cooperates with a few people, he will be killed.
No justice.
So no matter which angle you look at it, as long as Zhuo Mufeng doesn't escape, today is the day he dies. The only troublesome part is to find out the opponent's specific location.
Only Lu Kuang and Beitang Yi's expressions changed slightly, and their eyes flickered slightly, but they were both veterans and quickly covered up their differences. If they were given a choice, they would definitely not come all the way.
Because the two of them believed that Zhuo Mufeng must have disappeared long ago after receiving the news, and today's work was destined to be in vain. But for the sake of acting, they had to cooperate.
Chi Gaihai was the most impatient and shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about? If you don't take action, let that kid escape and it will be in vain!"
The corner of Lu Kuang's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought, "You just know?"
Not far away, Dongfang Changsheng said sternly: "When the kid's head is taken off, I will invite you all to have a drink. Thank you for your hard work!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
One after another, figures rushed into the snow and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Seeing that the woman in white in the distance had not moved yet, Dongfang Changsheng hurriedly sent a message: "Xue'er, pay attention to safety. If anything happens, protecting yourself is the first priority."
Before the words could be finished, the woman in white had disappeared. Dongfang Changsheng realized that it was not that the other party had not moved, but because the movement speed was too fast, the afterimages on the scene had no time to disperse, and even because the qi machine simulation was too similar,
He didn't even notice it.
Dongfang Changsheng opened his mouth, laughed again, and soon fell into the picture-scroll-like snowy city.
In a house in the east of the city.
A man wearing a light blue wide-sleeved silk gown was standing proudly in the courtyard. His hair was tied with a silk scarf of the same color, and two strands of hair were hanging in front of his forehead. The heavy snow was falling harder and harder, sticking to his hair and body.
, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
Next to the man, stood a woman in white. Different from Dongfang Qianxue's cold and arrogant look, this woman was so delicate and beautiful that anyone who saw her for the first time would feel infinite pity and desire for protection.
The two of them were like a couple of gods, and the snow-falling courtyard automatically became the background. Also forming the background were the five people behind them, three men and two women, monks and laymen, old and strong, beautiful, ugly, tall and short, each with very distinct characteristics.
.
These seven people are none other than Zhuo Mufeng, Sister Bai Yi, and the five masters of the Demon Sect.
"Counting the time, those people are almost here." Zhuo Mufeng said with a smile.
Yao Wu behind him replied: "That's just these two days." He hesitated for a moment, and finally said boldly: "Master, is it too risky to do this? There are six of us, and we can take away at most ten people from each other. Once you are exposed,
, the remaining people will definitely target you, and I’m afraid then..."
Du Yuehong also took the opportunity to persuade: "My sect leader, everyone knows that you are eager for revenge. We hate those guys more than you, but we can't act recklessly. Now the enemy is strong and we are weak, we should retreat when we should. A gentleman will still have ten years to take revenge."
It’s not too late, why don’t we use it for twenty years?”
Wan Jian Yan Luo, Aunt Lei and Wuzhi Seng also tried to persuade her, just to tell Zhuo Mufeng not to be impulsive and to endure what he should. For example, they had endured it for decades.
Zhuo Mufeng didn't look back. Of course he knew that these guys didn't really care about him, they were just worried that something would happen to him and no one would give them the antidote. Otherwise, they would just want him to die immediately.
Zhuo Mufeng's tone was calm: "Just act according to the plan, and you don't have to worry about the rest."
Now that his majesty is growing, and his martial arts skills are almost as good as those of the strongest Wan Jian Yan Luo, he can suppress the temper of the five people behind him with just one sentence.
The five people looked at each other, all feeling extremely speechless.
They finally cared about someone, but they didn't expect that their flattery would be slapped on the horse's hooves. What's the big deal? This Zhuo Mufeng didn't know which nerve was wrong. He usually seems to be a very smart person, but this time he had to be stubborn.
Go hit people. The key is that it doesn't matter if something happens to you, don't hurt others!
When they thought that the antidote was still in the opponent's hands, the five of them felt so miserable that they could only sigh and feel helpless.
Throughout the whole process, Sister Baiyi looked at Zhuo Mufeng quietly, her beautiful eyes filled with affection, as if she could not tolerate anything except him.
Feeling the other party's gaze, Zhuo Mufeng took the hand of sister in white and said with emotion: "Sister, after this is over, I want to hold you all day and night!"
The sister in white was blushing, lowered her head shyly, and stamped her feet a few times.
The eyes of the five people behind you are about to pop out. At this time, do you still have any thoughts about being a lover or a concubine?
Seeing that the wind was getting stronger and stronger, Zhuo Mufeng was about to lead his sister in white back to the room when he suddenly heard Wan Jian Yan Luo yelling: "They are coming!"
Just as the last word fell, Tuo Yezhen, the master of the Changsheng Palace who passed by nearby, also sensed the six auras here. He stopped with a face full of joy, exerted all his strength, and raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar.
Roar!
The sound continued in waves, like thunder piercing the ears, and pedestrians on the nearby streets and alleys paused. People in restaurants, inns, and teahouses stopped what they were doing. The silk and bamboo in Qin Lou and Chu Pavilion were moved by the sound.
A lag...
Wherever the sound wave passed, it was like an invisible hand, crushing all the sounds that did not belong to it. There was only one sound left in the world, and that was the roar of Toye Zhen.
The person closest to him was Master Balin of Tantric Buddhism. He moved his ears and faintly heard the movement. He clasped his hands together, and a burst of masculine and powerful Buddha chants turned into a swastika light seal that shook the world.
Master Balin himself quickly flew in the direction of Toyezhen. With one hand raised slightly, the street below immediately cracked open and a huge mark appeared. There was an arrow at the front of the mark to indicate the direction.
The third person who received the message was Taoist Master Tianji of the Zhengyang Sect. The power of Xuanyang shook all directions. He also waved his palms to make a mark on the ground. People flew out, leaving behind a few people who looked up or looked up.
A dull face stretched out from the window sill.
The fourth place, the fifth place... It was like dominoes being toppled, the waves were completely different, but the earth-shattering roar covered almost every corner of Jinghua City.
The entire Jinghua City was alarmed, and everyone in the city was frightened. They rushed out of their rooms, opened their windows, and looked at the night sky that was gradually darkening in the wind and snow.
In the Jiedushi Palace, Cai Enping, who was handling government affairs in various places, shuddered and looked outside the door.
A master from the Xieji style on the side urged: "Master Cai, the sect leader has spoken in advance. If there is anything unusual in the city, immediately ask your subordinates to take you out to escape."
From the other party's words, Cai Enping immediately inferred that the matter was related to Zhuo Mufeng, and couldn't help but said: "Do you know what happened? After all, this is the territory under Cai's jurisdiction. How can Cai not ask anything?"
The master of Xieji style said calmly: "Sir, you are joking, this is the Demon Sect's territory and the sect master's territory."
Upon hearing this, Cai Enping's face immediately turned blue and white. When the other party extended his hand to invite him, he remained silent for a moment, and finally stood up slumped and followed him into the secret passage.
In the Bai Mansion, Wu Yuanyuan stood under the eaves and stared at the snow, raising her snow-white neck, biting her silver teeth secretly, and clenched her delicate hands into fists.
Liu Fangfei beside her had a pleasant expression, clasped her hands, and even stood like a standard maid. She asked gently: "Sister, it must be my brother-in-law's business. Should we do something?"
After a moment of silence, Wu Yuanyuan said: "I don't know what extent my current martial arts is, but I know that what he did is very dangerous, and I can't cause trouble for him. You call Chi Qing immediately. If things change, tell him to take care of him."
Let the relevant personnel in the mansion retreat...forget it, how could Uncle Lou not be prepared? Since he agrees with his approach, he must be very confident."
Liu Fangfei took her step back and stood behind Wu Yuanyuan honestly, not even daring to have a bad thought.
She saw Wu Yuanyuan standing tall and graceful, but her fists were trembling slightly, and she hurriedly said: "Sister, don't worry, my brother-in-law is like a fairy, and with the help of human think-tanks like Mr. Lou, the so-called holy land is just a bunch of chickens and dogs."
She was obviously very nervous and worried, but when she heard this woman's fawning words, Wu Yuanyuan almost laughed angrily and said angrily: "Shut up!"
Liu Fangfei is such a talent, she actually covered her mouth with her cute little hands as white as steamed buns.
In several streets and alleys, figures in black appeared inexplicably in the air. Each one carried a playbook and held a long sword in his hand. The leader had a long sword on his waist and said coldly: "The Demon Sect and the Holy Land are fighting fiercely. I'll wait."
Just waiting for a move. Except for the Nangong family and Dahuan Shan, everyone else can be targeted."
"yes!"
These people are like ghosts walking in the dark night, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving the city full of snow and wind.