The head of Lei used his thunder magical power, as if the lightning that had passed through the void, disappeared into the vast night in an instant.

"What? You guys won't chase?"

Mo Wentian looked around, his eyes seemed to be able to see through the big net, and his expression became a little bit sarcastic.

"The True Lord Wuji!"

However, above his head, a sound suddenly came, like a dragon's roar.

"With our six gold medal captures, you can stay honestly and wait for the leader Lei to come back before he can make a comeback. Don't you want to play any tricks?"

Mo Wentian didn't have to look up and he knew who the person he was talking to was, the jade-faced dragon, Qin Yulong, and the six-door gold medal god arrester ranked first.

The so-called dragon walking in the sky, he regards the dragon as the name of the Tao, and of course he must hide in the sky.

Not only are there people above the head, but there are also people under the soles of the feet. That is the stone-tailed poisonous scorpion, Qin poisonous scorpion, and the six-door gold medal god capture ranks sixth.

Scorpions walk in the earth and hide in the earth.

Although this person's cultivation is average, he is proficient in the magical power of earth escape and can assassinate people without any defense. He is very powerful!

The other four gold medal guards were guarding the southeast, west and north, moving in shape and filling in positions, as if threading needles and threading threads, and woven a dense net to guard Mo Wentian's front, back, left and right.

There is no way to heaven and no door to earth. It is like a net of heaven and earth. It is not that simple to break the formation.

But Mo Wentian is not unusual. Although he is at the same level as Master Lei, his spiritual consciousness is extremely terrifying, which is no less than the true king of the Nascent Soul.

"Get out!"

Mo Wentian let out a loud roar, and he mobilized his spiritual consciousness to condense into a giant hammer, and smashed the golden-medal capture sea of ​​consciousness on the left like lightning.

This gold medal capture is Qin Tieying, the Taoist Iron Clawed Eagle, ranked fifth among the gold medal captures. His strength is relatively weak, and he only has the late stage of the Golden Pill.

Originally, Mo Wentian's magical condensation technique turned into an invisible sledgehammer and attacked him. He would never resist it. If he was hit by the sea of ​​consciousness, he would most likely suffer a severe injury to his soul and would not be able to recover in less than a few months of cultivation.

However, what surprised Mo Wentian was that the hammer with spiritual consciousness condensed fell down, as if it was hit on an iron net. The punch with all his strength felt like it was falling on cotton.

The Great Technique of Tianluo and Earth Net weaves the spiritual consciousness of six golden elixirs into a net, and the huge hammer of the spiritual consciousness hits it, just like a stone falling into a lake, rippling ripples to offset the sudden destructive power.

However, although he failed to seriously damage Qin Tieying, the six gods were shocked by the sea of ​​consciousness. Then the muffled groans from the six paths came, and the Tianluo and Earth Net Technique had a flaw.

"Goodbye!"

Of course, Mo Wentian would not miss such a good opportunity. He immediately flew away and turned into a dragon in the air, and a low dragon roar came from the lingering and uncertainty.

The dragon sailed to the wind, not only had a very fast speed, but also had the mystery of the magical movements that made people unable to lock in their figure. It was a unique skill to apply oil to the soles of his feet. He passed by Qin Tongyuan, but the captain didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

"Chase!"

Qin Yulong's angry voice came, and the six gods immediately pulled out of the air, turned into a big net in mid-air, chasing Mo Wentian in the direction of the sky.

"Six people follow me, but are you going to chase and kill the demon monks?"

Mo Wentian laughed loudly, his sleeves flicked away in the air, as if he was evacuating the air around him. A whirlwind emerged from his cuffs, making him float away like lightning, like a big bird passing by, chasing closely towards the end of the horizon.

The clouds are light in the sleeves, and the clouds are stroking, and the rain is waving and the wind is blooming!

This technique of riding the wind and chasing the clouds has been practiced by him to achieve life-saving magical powers, as if a divine dragon soared in the sky, and its speed is extremely fast.

Similarly, although the six divine captors had a slightly poor cultivation level, they used the magic power and consciousness of the Tianluo and Earth Net Technique, and they actually followed closely, without any loss of footwork.

Tonight, Kangcheng was obviously not peaceful. First, the young master Tianjian committed suicide due to crime, and then a demon monk appeared. Princess Lieyang had already chased and left. Both fake infants and powerful people were not present. After a brief calm outside the city, they immediately became uncontrollable.

"All my fellow disciples, let me listen to what I said. Young Master Tianjian did not commit suicide because of his crime."

Zi Qihou shouted at the top of his lungs, and said with grief and anger: "Young Master Tianjian died strangely. You all saw it. It was definitely done by the demon monk. The confession of guilt before death was caused by illusions, and it must not be true."

"Purple Qi, don't say anything more."

Donglai Hou sighed lightly, shook his head and said, "What's the point of right and wrong, but what's the point?"

"Nothing, how can it be meaningless?"

Zi Qihou's eyes were a little red, and he said angrily: "The cause of death of Mr. Tianjian is strange. It is obviously framed by someone. You and I both see it, but how can we ignore the facts?"

"Framed?"

The Hou of Donglai didn't say anything, but the Master Shen Dao laughed in anger, as if he heard a huge joke, and said sternly: "Zi Qihou, you also know how to frame the frame. Can the Ten Sects be framed? What explanation do you want to explain?"

"this……"

Zi Qi immediately spoke in a daze, his face turned pale, and he didn't know what to say, so he had to angrily order: "Master of the Crazy Sword, immediately take down the Master of Divine Sword and wait for Princess Lieyang's hair to fall."

"yes……"

The voice of the Crazy Sword Master hesitated. Just when he was about to hold his fists and take the order, he saw Mr. Wuliang slowly step forward and stop him and sneered: "Myster Jian Zhenjun, Mr. Tianjian committed suicide for fear of crime. Mr. Divine Sword Master should inherit the throne. Do you want to rebel?"

While he was speaking, his whole body exuded a majestic momentum, like a mountain that was constantly rising. Every time he took a step forward, a powerful momentum would be pressed over, making it difficult for him to breathe.

At the same time, the Crazy Dao Zhenjun and the Crazy Sha Zhenjun came over and faced their colleagues who had been vague in the same palace. These two Song generals looked bad and seemed to be trying to attack each other.

"this……"

The true master of Kuang Jian was suppressed and his chest was dull, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad. The situation in front of him was obvious. If he didn't choose to surrender, it would definitely be a situation of death without life.

The Master of Tianjian was killed and lost. Two of the three major generals of the State of Song were from the Master of Shenjian. Although he still had four of Wanjian Guards, what's the use? Not to mention that the other party was strong, even if he could defeat the Shence Army, would he be Duke of Song by himself?

"The last general pays homage to the Lord of the Divine Sword, and hopes to treat the soldiers of Wanjian Guards well."

The Crazy Sword True Lord thought for a moment and then made a decision immediately. This was also the only way to survive now, so he took the lead and fell to the ground.

"good!"

The young master of the Divine Sword burst into laughter, stepped forward and helped him up, sighing and said, "No matter whether the Shen Ce Army or Wan Jian Guard are all Shenwu soldiers of the Song State, it is a pity that any loss is unavoidable. The commander of the Crazy Sword made a wise choice to avoid the fearless war between the soldiers of the two armies. It is really worthy of praise."

The true master of Crazy Sword thanked him again and again, and then he just stretched out his hand and heard the sound of a mountain cry.

"Watch the Lord of the Divine Sword!"

The Divine Sword Master was in a prevailing situation, and forty thousand soldiers knelt down on the ground. They respected the order of the Crazy Sword True Lord, but were loyal to the real master of the Song State. Obviously, that person could not be the Heavenly Sword Master.

"Reverse, reverse!"

Zi Qihou's face changed drastically, but he knew that the situation was going to go. He stepped back and wanted to leave here in the chaos, but he was behind him, and there had been someone there long ago.

Not a human, that is a butterfly.

Without looking back, he had already heard the sound of butterflies flapping their wings, and at the same time, the fragrance of pollen seemed to be coming.

A butterfly blocked the way of Zi Qi, and he didn't even dare to step back, because in the dark, it seemed like a feeling that if he retreated further, it might be a trap that would never be restored.

After hesitating for a moment, people were already standing around, including familiar ones, but also unfamiliar ones.

Those familiar with him are the Master of Divine Sword, the Master of Wuliang, and the Marquis of Donglai.

Unfamiliar with one is a heroic female general, and an old man in black robe with his eyes closed.

"Who are you?"

Zi Qihou's voice was a little hoarse. Since he couldn't escape, he wanted to find out the identities of the two strangers.

"Elder Tang Jingxiang of Wuji Sect!"

"The True Lord Wuxiang of Baijiabao!"

After hearing the two of them’s self-introduction, Zi Qihou understood a little. These two were Jindan masters from Zheng State, and they were both subordinates of the Wuji Zhenjun. It seemed that they would never escape today.

"Go to die!"

Zi Qi roared, since it was a trapped beast that was still fighting, he could only fight to the death.

However, five powerful momentums were crushing, like a rolling giant wheel walking in the world, pressing him down and retreating.

However, when he took five steps in a row, he seemed to be stepping on a sea of ​​flowers, and his spiritual consciousness became dazed.

A purple butterfly flew from nowhere, as if leading the way, making his soul leave his orifice and drift away in the night breeze.

The night wind blew across the city gate, passed through the wide street, and soon came to the central palace.

In the magnificent palace, the soul of purple Qi suddenly discovered that in that unknown corner, there was a dilapidated cold palace.

At this time, the cold palace gate was hidden and the purple butterfly disappeared inside.

Zi Qihou followed up curiously, but when he walked through the door, he was shocked and shocked. There was a corpse inside, hanging high on the beam.

A gust of wind squeezed in through the crack of the door, and the body drifted in the wind. The night passed through the window and shone on it. It was a pale face as white as paper. Blood flowed out from both eyes, falling on the ground drop by drop, and three bloody words dripped on the floor.

"I'm guilty!"

The purple Qihou's soul was shaking violently, as if he was about to die. He stared at that face and his memory opened like a flood. He vaguely remembered that three or four hundred years ago, it was a face that made the Duke of Song fascinated.

"Mrs. Song?"

"She committed suicide, too?"
Chapter completed!