Eternal Sacred King Chapter 215: The Round of Siege

"Huh?"

Wen Xuan's expression changed, he narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the black cloud. Novel

Su Zimo frowned suddenly when he saw such a black cloud, and a sense of deja vu surged in his heart.

This black cloud is moving extremely fast, shining with a weird red light, it is not like a cloud, but like...

"The mine, the blood-eyed crow!"

The so-called dark clouds are actually numerous crows surging in.

The flashing red light is exactly the crow's eyes!

Su Zimo remembered the battle outside Linfeng City, and said in a deep voice: "Be careful, everyone, it's the group of people in the spirit mine outside Linfeng City!"

"He who is here for revenge, the magic door?"

Wen Xuan narrowed his eyes, killing intent surged.

In the hearts of everyone in the Miaomiao Peak, they all thought that the tragedy in Linfeng City was the work of someone in the magic door.

But Su Zimo learned from Fairy Ji that there are no such vicious methods and techniques in the Demon Sect.

At this point, Su Zimo believes in Fairy Ji.

Although Ji Fairy seems to be frivolous, she has a sense of measure, and she has the pride of a magic door in her bones.

If it was done by someone in the magic door, she would not deny it.

Su Zimo looked at Little Fatty and Leng Rou, and whispered: "If you see that the situation is not right for a while, run away!"

"What?" The little fat man was startled.

Leng Rou frowned slightly.

The two have not realized the danger.

In the eyes of the two of them, there are five Jindan real people including Wenxuan in the Zongmen, as well as a group of top cultivators in the foundation realm.

Such a powerful strength is enough to destroy some small sects, so why be afraid of coming.

Su Zimo didn't speak, his eyes turned around Feng Haoyu and Elder Chen, and he took out a flying sword from the storage bag.

It is the superb flying sword that Daojun Jihuo made for him!

During this period, most of Su Zimo's energy has been devoted to studying the technique of tempering, comprehending the candle light sword formation, and improving the realm of cultivation.

The rank spirit weapon in his storage bag is the only one of the best flying sword.

Soon, dark clouds came to the sky above Tanglin Valley.

The endless blood-eyed crows hovered in the sky, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, exuding a strong demon spirit, and each of them is not weaker than the foundation-building monks!

The sky darkened suddenly.

The faces of the many Misty Peak disciples in the valley are a little ugly, and there is a touch of fright in the depths of their eyes.

After all, such a scene is too shocking, creepy and shuddering!

The eyes of those crows burst with scarlet blood, constantly neighing, staring at the monks below, as if they would swoop down at any time, tearing many Misty Peak disciples to pieces!

The little fat man turned pale, swallowed, and said solemnly: "This time the flat-haired beast is much stronger than the one I saw last time!"

At the entrance of Tanglin Valley, a huge spirit boat galloped up and hundreds of monks jumped down from it.

Among them, there are as many as ten Jindan real people!

All the rest are foundation-building monks, whose cultivation bases are uneven, but the number of them is several times more than that of the Misty Peak disciples!

Plus the blood-eyed crow above the head...

Whether it is from the Jindan real person or from the foundation-building monk, the Misty Peak is absolutely downwind.

This is a siege!

There is no way in the sky, no way into the earth!

Among the hundreds of monks who came down from the spirit boat, the young monk headed by them was a complete foundation, dressed in a blood-colored robe, with a crow pattern on the cuffs, his face was pale, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his smile was evil.

Ten real Jindan people gathered around, faintly shielding them in the middle.

"Who are you?"

Wen Xuan stared at the blood-robed monk, holding a talisman in his left hand, and a flying sword floating in front of him, his tone was cold.

"Haha."

The blood-robed monk chuckled and said leisurely: "You fellow Taoists don't need to be nervous, I have no intention of coming here. If you are friendly and cooperative, I will give you a great opportunity!"

After a slight pause, the blood-robed monk's conversation turned, and his voice gradually became cold: "But if you are not savvy, heh... then don't blame me for killing!"

Wen Xuan moved his fingers, pinched Ling Jue, surrounded by the spiritual power of his fingertips, and then he had to move.

Elder Yu looked solemn, stepped forward and shook his head, and said in a low voice: "Don't be impulsive, really fight, we disciples are easy to fold here, let's explore his bottom first."

Elder Yu raised his voice and asked: "I don't know how this fellow Taoist is called?"

"At this point, I am more casual."

The blood-robed monk smiled slightly and said: "You can call me the young master, or you can call me the master, if you like it, I won't force it."

Elder Yu's face is ugly.

Whether it is the young master or the master, this means that he has to succumb to the blood-robed monk in front of him!

Elder Yu is a real Jindan after all, how could he agree to such an absurd request.

"Junior, this place is only a hundred miles away from my misty peak. If you use the Linghe to send the message, it will not be long before my sect strong will come to support you. Don't be too arrogant!" Elder Yu said in a deep voice.

"Hahahaha!"

The blood-robed monk laughed and said: "Old dog, you really don't want to give you a face!"

"First, with my army of blood crows, your spirit cranes cannot be teleported at all! Second, even if your spirit cranes teleport, you people will not last that long!"

Wen Xuan coldly snorted: "Elder Yu doesn't need to talk nonsense with him, since he is a member of the demon sect, everyone will be punishable by it!"

"I am not a magic door."

The blood-robed monk sneered coldly and said: "Finally, I will give you another chance to surrender to me, and I can spare your lives! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy, and none will be kept!"

"Oh, that's right. There is a person named Su Zimo among you. Whether you surrender to me or not, I will personally suppress you and torture you bit by bit to death...Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

A series of terrifying laughter came from the blood-robed monk's mouth.

"Surrender?"

Wen Xuan also smiled and said: "You can ask me the sword in my hand first!"

At this moment, the blood-robed monk suddenly raised his head and said faintly: "You still don't do it?"

Before speaking, Su Zimo was startled and suddenly roared: "Everyone is scattered, there are ghosts in the sect!"

Wen Xuan's reaction was the fastest, and the talisman urn in the palm of his left hand was crushed for the first time.

A light shield instantly rose up, wrapping him up.

Dang!

A crisp sound.

Mars is shining.

A flying sword hit Wen Xuan's protective mask, causing the mask to tremble and almost collapsed, showing the power of this sword!

The difference!

As long as Wenxuan is a little slower~IndoMTL.com~ he is already a dead person.

Actually, the reason why Wen Xuan reacted in the first place was because of Su Zimo's previous inquiry on the spirit boat.

Although, Wen Xuan didn't care at the time.

But when seeing a powerful force coming and setting up such a siege, Wen Xuan vaguely realized that there might be a ghost in the sect, so he became wary.

Otherwise, the news of their visit to Tanglin Valley today will not be leaked out.

Of course, this speculation is a bit vague, and Wenxuan will have time to confirm it in the future.

At this moment, the blood-robed monk uttered such a sentence, and Su Zimo roared again, and Wen Xuan crushed the amulet urn without even thinking about it.

Feeling the horror of the sword behind him, Wen Xuan also understood that he had just walked around the ghost gate just now, and he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. (To be continued.)