At this time, Mo Wentian was anxious. Under the urging of his magic power, the flowing clouds shuttled through the clouds like lightning, flashing in the void.

In less than a moment, a bell suddenly came from afar, and the tide came into his ears, as if a calm lake was thrown into a stone, and the sea of ​​consciousness immediately rippled.

Mo Wentian's divine consciousness was in a daze, and the flowing clouds under his feet sank, almost falling to the ground in an oblique manner. He couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.

Who is this person? Just a bell can hurt the enemy for several miles. Even his spiritual sense that can match the Great Perfect Golden Pill is almost injured when he is unprepared. It seems that there is no such master in Zheng State?

Just when he felt something was wrong, bursts of thunder sound suddenly sounded in the void, and violent power rippled like ripples, causing the void to sway.

The sound of the piano was full of killing aura, as if millions of cavalry were rushing out like a flood, rolling up a huge murderous aura, shouting like thunder, and the sound of fighting was deafening.

Yu'er?

Mo Wentian's expression changed slightly immediately. This was the sound of the Jiuxiao Feng Leiqin. Could it be that Yu'er had already encountered danger? And in the sound of the piano, he could have heard that Yu'er was waving the black string, which was the eighth string of the Jiuxiao Feng Leiqin.

Before entering the Fengqin Hall in the ruins of the imperial city, Zheng Yuer only had a little understanding of the purple strings. However, after obtaining the inheritance of the ancient Fengqin Zhenwang, her strength immediately improved by leaps and bounds. She mastered the purple strings in a short time, and could also slightly whisk the black strings.

The black strings can trigger the Black Sky Tribulation Thunder, which is enough to severely damage the late stage of the Jindan cultivator. It can be regarded as Zheng Yuer's life-saving skill. It will not be used at will without any necessity. After all, it is too consuming mana, and every time it is used, it will make it difficult for her to recover her vitality for a long time.

But at this time, Zheng Yuer actually brushed the black strings, and the sound of golden swords and iron horses came from the distance, as if not far away was an ancient battlefield. The barracks were densely packed and spread across the four fields. Teams of soldiers rushed out of the camp like a torrent of opening the gates. The flags rolled like clouds, and the cold light of swords and guns was like snow.

Such a piano sound is an undefeated existence in Zheng State. The piano sound is covered without distinction, just like a series of explosions of thousands of black sky thunders. Even Mo Wentian's strength must temporarily avoid his edge.

"clang!"

A bell sounded melodiously, as if the heaven and earth had changed color. The sound of the piano was like a defeated general who had lost his armor. He was immediately defeated like a mountain. This bell broke the sound of thousands of pianos, which was truly evident.

Mo Wentian immediately felt anxious. I wonder who was the master who came to Zheng State? It seemed that Yu'er and the others were in danger.

As soon as he thought of this, he activated the golden elixir with no chance. The flowing clouds were almost difficult to tell with the naked eye, as if he had broken through the void.

In a moment, he had arrived at the place where the bell rang. Mo Wentian's eyes were like lightning. Although it was in the sky, it could be seen from afar that Zheng Yuer and others were guarding each other tightly, surrounded by several strange people.

One was a fat man with big ears, wearing a torn robe and a rag bag on his waist. If it weren't for the fat body shaking, he would have been a ragged old man.

An old woman with white hair was always hunched over, holding a pair of gold scissors of one foot in her hand, and the wrinkles on her face looked like orange peel.

A Taoist priest covered with talismans, his whole body was stiff and motionless, and he looked like a dead zombie.

The last one was a monk, wearing a red cassock and dragging an ancient bell in his hand. He bent his fingers and kept ringing the ancient bell, making waves of sound waves that seemed to penetrate the depths of a person's soul.

While ringing the bell with his fingers, this person had a very nice smile on his face, showing a harmless smile of humans and animals, without any murderous aura.

Among the four, he was the only one who took action, and the other three were watching the show, waiting for the prey to react like cats and mice, but they were not in a hurry to take action.

Although only this monk was the one who took action, there was no difference between Zhongsheng's attacks. Several monks could not resist and sat cross-legged on the ground and struggled to resist.

There were the Nanhuo Zhenjun and Beishui Zhenjun of the Ascension Sect, as well as the six generals of the Wansheng Sect. Even though Lei Wanshan and Gu Aoxue of the Wuji Sect refined the ice-fire-attributed golden elixir rewarded by the leader last night, they had been promoted to a mid-stage Jindan cultivator, but they could not resist the attack of the bell and could only sit on the ground and barely support them.

This monk obviously has the strength of the Great Perfect Golden Pill. The bell sound seems to be hitting in the sea of ​​consciousness. The three of them, including Shengxianhou, Wansheng Zhenjun, Zheng Yuer, etc., are very strong, and they are difficult to have any counterattack power. Moreover, there are three masters of the same strength next to them staring at them.

These four strange monks were just there. Behind them, there was a pink sedan chair floating and stagnant. There seemed to be a figure sitting inside. A terrifying aura spread out faintly. It seemed that he was also a monk with the Great Perfect Golden Elixir.

Next to the sedan chair, a man in gray clothes was standing, wearing a bronze mask, and bursts of lightning flashed through his eyes, showing a cold feeling of gloating.

Mo Wentianyu set off a flowing cloud shuttle, quietly hiding deep in the clouds, carefully restraining his breath. Although it was far away in the sky, he noticed that the gray-shirted man was a little familiar with it. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised, and he couldn't help but use his insight to check it out.

Name: Ximen Jinglei

Sect: Alliance of Cultivators

Position: Second Elder

Title: The True Lord of Ben Lei

Spirit root: There is

Spirit root type: Thunder spirit root

Cultivation: late stage of Jindan

Lifespan: 1,400 years

Mana: Nine Thousand Mana

Spiritual consciousness: Ninety miles

The magical powers of the natal world: thunder craft on the ground, five thunder thunder fist, thunder trembling palms, thunder shaking legs, thunder rushing clouds, thunder rushing clouds, thunder rushing fingers, fiery fire thunder thunder skills, wind and thunder hand seals.

This person was actually the second elder of the Random Cultivator Alliance. Mo Wentian was immediately surprised. The four elders of the Random Cultivator Alliance had already killed three of them in his hands. Only one of them had been unable to find them. Unexpectedly, they were here. Could it be that these strange golden elixir masters were all accomplices or helpers of the True Lord of Tianyi.

But before he could think deeply, when he showed his insight and checked, he was immediately sensed by the strange monks on the ground, and they all looked up and stared at him, their eyes seemed to penetrate the layers of clouds and mist, and immediately locked him firmly, and it was obvious that he had already discovered him.

The fat man dressed up in a ragged manner had a pair of small eyes squeezed out from his fat face and said with a laugh: "Boy, you're actually watching a show above us, so why not come down too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately raised the broken pocket in his hand. The pocket just opened slightly. A violent hurricane suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, pouring backwards towards the broken bag. The thick clouds and mist in the sky seemed to have found a gap, and rushed into it like a tide.

This unparalleled power was inexplicably powerful, like a sudden force from the center of the earth, which made Mo Wentian unable to stabilize his body in high school. He tried hard to use his magic power to prevent him from falling into the eyes of the storm. Although he escaped, he fell to the ground slantedly.

With a "boom", the Liuyun Flying Shuttle fell to the ground, smashing a deep pit into the ground. Mo Wentian jumped out in a little embarrassed manner, but he couldn't help but be shocked. This man almost sucked him in with this ragged bag.

These people are extremely not simple, and I don’t know where they come from. If they were helpers invited by Tianyi Zhenjun, it would be really difficult to deal with.

But while he landed on the ground, Zheng Yuer exclaimed in surprise, and a concerned voice exclaimed: "Wentian, how are you? Nothing is wrong?"

Mo Wentian didn't say anything, but in the pink sedan chair, he let out a "huh" sound, and the curtain was immediately pulled off. A young man in a red python robe came out of it, his sinister eyes locked like an eagle, and a very unhappy murderous intent passed across his pale and slender cheeks.

Mo Wentian frowned. Just as he was about to speak, a voice transmission from the Marquis of Shengxian came from his ears: "President Mo, this is the Eight Prince of the Great Qin Kingdom. The second-level cultivation country has a strict level and must not put a handle on words, otherwise life and death will not be able to be independent."

The tone of Shengxianhou was extremely anxious, and it was obviously helpless. After all, the Eight Prince was noble, and behind it was the royal family of the Great Qin. Even the monarchs of the vassal states could not be easily offended. If they offend this person, they would probably be difficult to gain a foothold in the territory of the Great Qin State.

Mo Wentian's face changed slightly, and then he realized that things were extremely difficult. If someone else was there, he would just crush them with his strength. However, behind the Eighth Prince was the Qin royal family, and he could not do anything at all, so he could only let the fish.

The Eight Prince saw it, a hint of pleasure flashed across his face, but he ignored it. He seemed to have not taken Mo Wentian seriously at all. He looked around with an arrogant look and shouted loudly: "A group of things that are ignorant of the sky and the earth. I will kill you here, just like stepping on a few insignificant ants to death."

His voice had just fallen, and the monk who was dragging the ancient clock next to him nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Yes, if you know the truth, you will come forward and kneel down to the Eighth Prince. The Sa family will not make things difficult for you anymore."

While the monk was talking, Mo Wentian received a message from the Ascension Marquis. It turned out that their steps were a little slower and they did not follow Mo Wentian. They were also lost in the back, so they gathered together and prepared to make other plans.

But unexpectedly, the Eight Prince led several Jindan masters to Yongzhou, Zheng State, and originally only passed by this place, but after seeing the True Lord of Tianyu, he followed him and intercepted them here.
Chapter completed!