"Go to die!"

A palm fell from the sky, emitting a bright light, covering the sky and the sun, completely covering the Thick Earth Peak.

The True King of Nascent Soul can mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on a large scale. The terrifying power generated by this palm can split a thousand-foot mountain. If it really falls down, less than half of the hundreds of monks present will survive.

"Zheng King Yuheng, don't be presumptuous!"

Suddenly, a pen tip suddenly broke out into the air, and the tip suddenly magnified in the air, sharp as if it was the tip of a gun, and it hit the palm like lightning.

"boom!"

In an instant, it seemed like the sharpest spear hit the strongest shield!

The air burst open, forming a terrifying hurricane that spreads out like ripples around it.

At the top of the thick soil peak, sand and stones suddenly flew away, and a strong wind blew up from the ground, hundreds of banquets rolled up in the sky, and the monks present also fell and tilted. Some monks with weaker cultivation seemed to be duckweed on the sea, and some could not control their bodies.

The battle between the true king of Nascent Soul is really terrifying!

All the monks present changed their expressions. Even if some of them have higher cultivation levels, they still have the desire to try. However, for most cultivators, there is nothing but a fight between gods and immortals, and they can only see from a distance.

"The True King of Wuji, you really surprised me."

The wind is calm and everything is silent!

The true king of Yuheng stood tall on the clouds with his hands behind his back, his face looking gloomy and gloomy. At this time, he had to admit that the young man in front of him had the strength to fight him.

This is simply unimaginable. You must know that the true king of Yuheng was able to achieve such cultivation in front of him five hundred years ago. Although he was not promoted to the middle stage of Nascent Soul, the difference is not very far.

I thought that when he came to Mangshan, Yunzhou, this trip would certainly shock the audience and let Wuji Sect bow his head, so that it would be used by Yuheng Mansion.

Even the order he gave to Hongxia was only to capture the disciples of the Wuji Sect, and there was no idea of ​​killing them all.

Such a sect is very suitable to become a chess piece, and he is reluctant to destroy it immediately.

But now it seems that it is not that easy.

"Zheng King Yuheng, what you said is probably disappointment!"

Mo Wentian sneered disdainfully and said indifferently: "The Lord of Yuheng's Mansion has arrived in person and has traveled thousands of miles to Mangshan. Could it be that he congratulated me?"

Of course, the True King Yuheng was not here to congratulate him. His purpose was very clear and he did not want to give up until now.

"I once told people that only by standing higher can we have the right to look down on everything."

When he said this, his eyes looked down, as if he was looking down at the world, and said coldly: "Although Mang Mountain is not low, it is not worth mentioning compared to Beidou Mountain Yuheng Peak. On such a mountain, you will not feel like you will be on the top of the mountain."

"Zheng King Yuheng, I also have a saying that I want to give to you."

Mo Wentian sneered and continued, "When you stand higher, you will fall even worse. The high Yuheng Mansion also collapses with a bang."

"you……"

The face of the true king Yuheng changed drastically, and he said sternly: "Wuji True King, don't you know how to politely. The Seven Star Palace is not something you want to provoke. I don't want to start a big killing."

"The Seven Star Hall has the Beidou Seven Palaces, and the Yuheng Palace where you are is just one of them."

Mo Wentian's expression calmed down, and he couldn't see any turbulence at all. He said in a daze: "In the Seventh Palaces of Beidou, those who want to deal with Yuheng Palace can become friends of me, and I believe that some people will be interested."

"What?"

The true King Yuheng trembled all over, but his face was ugly, but he had to admit that this sentence was not unreasonable. The seven Beidou Mansions had long been broken apart. They had their own ulterior motives to seize the throne of the palace master. It was not without those who wanted to deal with Yuheng Mansion.

The enemy, in a sense, may become friends.

If you want to be enemies of Wuji Sect, you will definitely find friends from Wuji Sect in the other six mansions.

This sentence made the true King Yuheng feel cold all over and his heart feel bone-chilling. He even vaguely felt that he had gone to Mangshan alone on this trip, and had been leaked by his fellow disciples of the Seven Star Hall.

"True King Yuheng, you think you are controlling the chessboard, but you don't know that you are just a chess piece."

When he said this, Mo Wentian's voice was pity and he sneered: "Besides, you are not only a chess piece, but also an abandoned piece."

"Abandoned son?"

The true king Yuheng's face turned pale and gritted his teeth and said, "The true king of Wuji, don't be able to show his verbal skills. I came to Mangshan today and have made complete preparations. Although you are indeed extraordinary, those disciples in the Song State may not have such good luck."

"Zheng King Yuheng, my disciple in Song State, what you said..."

Mo Wentian suddenly burst into laughter. He reached out and pointed at Houtufeng, and said coldly: "But the four of them?"

"Disciple Tang Jingxiang, elder of Wuji Sect, and general of the Shenwu Army of Song State, pay homage to the head!"

"Disciple Jin Linfeng, elder of Wuji Sect, and commander of the Yinju Camp of the Shenwu Army of Song State, please pay homage to the head!"

"Disciple Shi Zhenfeng, the elder of Wuji Sect, and the commander of the Bronze Gun Battalion of the Shenwu Army of Song State, pay homage to the head!"

"Disciple Ye Hanting, the elder of Wuji Sect, and the commander of the Iron Sword Camp of the Shenwu Army of Song State, pay homage to the head!"

However, just in the direction of his finger, four figures immediately floated up and bowed in the distance.

"How is this possible?"

The true king of Yuheng looked shocked. According to the news from Butler Hongxia, weren’t these four people all in Kangcheng, Songguo?

Moreover, the place they stayed at this moment should be the death row of the Song Kingdom, not the An Ran here...

impossible!

What's going on?

"The Lord of Yuheng Palace, the world is a chessboard, and no one can escape it. Its fate as a chess piece."

Mo Wentian laughed coldly and continued, "However, I will jump out of the chessboard and kill the person who is holding the chess."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed down and stood in front of Tang Jingxiang and others. A cold voice resounded across the world.

"Before this, I will give you a gift."

While speaking, his whole body burst into dazzling light and disappeared in an instant.

"What?"

The True King Yuheng released his spiritual sense and his expression became confused, because the True King Wuji who was originally locked by him disappeared out of thin air at this moment, as if it was evaporating from the world, and he could no longer notice any soul fluctuations.

But at the same time, he suddenly discovered that several spiritual senses had been locked in.

A woman in white with a thin gauze;

A shadow hidden in the darkness;

A hunchbacked old man holding the hilt of a sword in his hand;

An old man with a elegant face;

A six-winged snake that swallows frost;

...

Hundreds of spiritual consciousnesses were locked in, and they were quickly weaving a large net, binding the true king of Yuheng, and the more they were entangled, they were even tighter and tighter, and even the air was filled with a solemn aura.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the leaves fell down, but they quickly became broken by the breath.

The sword is tense and it is about to break out!

Although Mo Wentian suddenly disappeared here, the sharp aura did not weaken at all.

The True King Yuheng really wanted to do it because the True King Wuji was not here, but he did not dare to do it because the True King Wuji was not here.

His disappearance was too weird and too unusual!

The hundreds of spiritual consciousnesses and the large net compiled were also firmly terrified.

The insignificant spider web can also trap powerful beasts under the superposition of numbers.

If you take action, you may not be able to tear the net, but you may be more entangled. If the Wuji True King suddenly comes out at that time, you will definitely be exhausted from dealing with it, and the situation will be even more unfavorable.

He had already recognized the six-winged frost snake hidden in the dark.

In my memory, this seems to be the spiritual pet of Xuanyin Gong.

But why did he become a spiritual beast of Wuji Sect here? This is really evil.

"Duke of Lu, even your Lu State wants to go against the Seven Star Hall?"

The true king of Yuheng stood with his hands behind his back. His eyes looked down like lightning, staring at Zhuang Huizi's face, as if he was about to see through people's hearts.

Just now, he suddenly recognized that this was the new successor of Lu Guoguo.

Because, in those spiritual consciousnesses that lock themselves, there are two very difficult things, and they are not names.

The hunchbacked old man, Zhu Yong, the great elder of the Holy Artifact Sect, and a monk in the fake infant realm.

The old man with crane hair is a son of the sage Confucian sect, and a monk in the realm of false infants.

These two middle-aged people are surrounded by them, wearing python robes and jade belts, but you can imagine who they are?

Shocked, shocked, incomprehensible, incredible!

The Wuji True King Yuanying Ceremony, even the Duke of Lu personally congratulated him, which shows how close they are?

"Master Yuheng Mansion, don't forget, it was just one month ago."

Zhuang Huizi looked angry, and the light of hatred flashed through her eyes. She gritted her teeth and said, "My king and father died under the assassination of the Seven Star Hall."
To be continued...