Chapter seven hundred and sixty seventh cleaning time is up
"Senior Ding, the matter has come to this, so please express your condolences." Nangong Ling seemed not to hear the many voices below, but gently comforted Old Ding and said, "The sacrifices of Saint Guo and Lingsun were definitely not in vain."
"Thank you, girl." Old weirdo Ding replied slowly. The arrogant miracle doctor's face was extremely haggard, as if he had aged ten years in just a short moment.
"Junior is not being polite." Nangong Ling shook his head and said, "This person deliberately told the story about Ling Sun in an attempt to anger the senior, but inadvertently revealed two important clues."
"Clue?" Old Monster Ding became even more confused after hearing her mysterious words. He even forgot a little bit about his grief.
"Yes, since they were able to drug Saint Guo through Mrs. Guo, they did not choose to control the Saint's mind with the 'Blood Spirit Seed God Powder', but instead used the poison to kill him." Nangong Ling's eyes flashed with light, and he answered slowly.
Said, "It shows that although this kind of medicine is terrible, it cannot affect the saints."
"That makes sense!" the saint who heard the Tao on the side suddenly realized, "otherwise they could have directly controlled Lao Guo. Then there would be five saints, and five against three, how could we still play?"
"Secondly, when this person was so complacent, he revealed that he was reluctant to drug his grandson, and instead used his beauty to seduce him." Nangong Ling continued, "In such a big matter as plotting against a saint, he was still cunning.
It can be seen that the medicine 'Xueling Zhongshen Powder' is either made of scarce materials or difficult to refine, but the quantity is definitely not large. This is vital information for future wars."
Listening to her clear and logical analysis, everyone on the saint's side nodded in unison, with expressions of appreciation on their faces.
On the other hand, the faces of the Seven Star Saints and the others were much uglier, and it was obvious that they had been hit on a sore point.
"I didn't expect that you, a girl, are not only capable of illusions, but also have wisdom that is far beyond the reach of ordinary people." Mo Disheng stayed for a long time and suddenly said, "In this case, I don't want to let you go."
"What? Do you think we are defeated?" A stern look flashed in the eyes of Saint Wen Dao, "With one less Saint, we may not lose."
"In that case, why not remove the formation and have a fair fight?" the Seven-Star Sage said.
"You are very good at calculating, do you think we are three-year-old children?" Saint Lingxiao did not hide his sarcasm, "Now that our elites are gathered here, if we remove the formation, I am afraid that the aftermath of the Saint's battle will be
The entire mountain will be destroyed, and who else will survive except us old guys?"
"Do you think there's nothing I can do if you hide in the formation?" Mo Disheng seemed a little impatient, and suddenly sneered, "Heroes Conference? I don't know which fool came up with the idea. Did you know that you invited it?
Among the 'heroes', how many are our own, and how many are mine?"
Before he could finish his sentence, a sudden change occurred on the platform below.
Dozens of figures suddenly attacked their classmates, relatives and friends. The originally intimate and harmonious scene of brothers and sisters turned murderous and murderous in just a short moment.
The strong man standing next to Zhao Tiesong, the leader of the "Changshan Sect", is one of them.
I saw him suddenly raising his right arm, and his palm was like a flexible snake, heading straight for the leader's throat. How could he show any of his usual upright and respectful appearance?
Zhao Tiesong, who focused all his attention on the sky, did not expect that his right arm would suddenly attack him. He was stunned on the spot, watching the opponent's palm attack violently, but he had no time to release his momentum and react.
What made him even more incomprehensible was that the big man who originally only had the cultivation of the Earth Wheel actually exploded with power comparable to that of a Heaven Wheel practitioner. If he had done so, he would have been seriously injured even if he was not dead.
At the same moment, a white-haired old man standing next to Nangong Tianxing also moved.
He raised his arms at the same time, and the surfaces of his two palms were wrapped in dark red light, making a "puff" sound, and hit the head of the Nangong family hard.
This person's nickname is "Mr. Cedar". After Nangong Tianxing regained power, he spent a lot of money to hire a master of casual cultivation to take charge of the Nangong family.
With such a strong help, and the fact that Nangong Tianxing obtained the Xuan Tianzhu during Li Yiru's ascension to the throne, he has also entered the realm of spiritual masters. The Nangong family, which had declined a lot, showed signs of rising again, and it once again showed signs of rising.
The strong momentum of the imperial capital's wealthy families.
However, the proud Nangong Tianxing never expected that Mr. Xuesong, whom he relied heavily on, would suddenly launch a sneak attack. He was caught off guard and had no time to respond.
Similar situations occurred all over the mountain top, and the entire conference was immediately in chaos.
At the same time, dozens of other figures suddenly flashed and turned into phantoms, jumping out towards the top of the mountain.
Faced with the sudden change, the three saints were not prepared for it, their thoughts were a little confused, and they were unable to make a suitable response for a while.
But a proud smile flashed across Mo Disheng's face unconsciously.
These people who suddenly took action were naturally the pawns he had placed among the various forces in advance. Even though most of them had been cleared away in several turmoils, there were still so many left, which showed the depth of his plan and the breadth of his layout.
He knew clearly that no matter how powerful the formation was, it would be self-defeating as long as the formation base was destroyed from the inside, and these figures were heading towards the "no leakage" formation base.
Just as he expected, the attention of the three enemy saints was attracted by the riot and could not take care of anything else for the moment. This short time difference was enough to overturn the entire battle situation.
Everything was as he expected.
The goddess of victory seems to be waving to the "Dark Temple".
"Idiot?"
However, Nangong Ling, who was behind the saint, did not show much surprise. Instead, he smiled slightly and murmured softly, "This is the first time I have been evaluated like this, Zhong Wen!"
"Got the order!"
Hearing her call, Zhong Wen, who had been calm all this time, suddenly smiled and jumped into the sky.
A mysterious and mysterious aura emanated from him, and with lightning speed, it instantly spread across the entire mountain top.
The next moment, whether it was Mr. Xuesong and others who were carrying out a sneak attack, or a dozen practitioners who were trying to destroy the formation, they all stopped and turned to look at Zhong Wen. Everyone's eyes showed
She felt deep hatred and disgust, as if she had a grudge against him for killing his father and taking away his wife.
Even among the stationary crowd, several people showed the same expression.
"So many?" The surprise in Zhong Wen's eyes flashed away, and then he smiled and stretched out his right hand, cocking his fingers proudly at these many people, "Come here!"
This provocative action film seems to be the last straw that breaks the psychological psychology of these people.
The eyes of these dozens of people were red, and they were roaring fiercely. Their figures turned into meteors and arrows, and they all rushed towards Zhong Wen. They could no longer care about their original goals and missions.
Looking at Mr. Xuesong who suddenly abandoned him and went straight to Zhong Wen, Nangong Tianxing looked confused. He stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, secretly glad that he had gone around the gate of hell and returned safely.
"What do you do?"
Mo Disheng was shocked and couldn't help shouting loudly, "Destroy the formation, what are you doing with this kid?"
However, the chess pieces that were supposed to obey his words seemed to have completely lost their minds. They actually ignored their leader and just rushed towards Zhong Wen like crazy, vowing to kill him to pieces.
On the other hand, the performance of female practitioners such as Ning Jie, Li Bing, Shisanniang, Li Yiru, etc. is completely opposite. Their eyes are shining, their cheeks are red, and the eyes they look at Zhong Wen are indescribably gentle and charming, as if they are in love with evil spirits.
I fell in love with this handsome young man, and I couldn't wait to rush forward to express my feelings and throw myself into his arms.
The Show of Tihua!
A magical spiritual skill from the "Xinhua Tibetan Scripture Pavilion".
The charm in a woman’s eyes!
Taunting in the eyes of the enemy!
Within a certain distance, no one can resist the effect of Tihua Show.
Even Shen Wei and others who were far up in the sky couldn't help but feel malicious in their hearts, and had a vague urge to rush down and crush Zhong Wen.
Nangong Ling was well prepared and closed her eyes in advance so as not to show too much emotion. However, a hint of wavering could still be seen from her slightly trembling shoulders.
Seeing that the spiritual skills of these dozens of people were about to hit Zhong Wen, another mysterious aura was released from the young man in gold and swept across all directions quickly.
The figures of the many dark chessmen in the "Dark Temple" froze in place, as if they were sculptures, unable to move at all.
"It's time to clean."
Zhong Wen raised his head and grinned at Mo Disheng.
Mo Disheng's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition arose.
Immediately afterwards, he watched countless golden sword lights emerge from the air, with Zhong Wen as the center, shooting out in all directions, poking countless holes in the dozens of dark chessmen he had carefully arranged.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
The sounds of corpses falling to the ground came and went incessantly.
After a while, there was not a single person from the "Dark Temple" left in the spiritual power formation.