Judge of the Lamp

A chaotic and weird air mechanism is approaching Shu Wang's mansion, and Yuan Chengfeng is here!
He brought seventy subordinates, these people were not personal soldiers, nor followers, but his disciples.

These 70 people all have cultivation bases of the Tao of Chaos and Impermanence, most of them were introduced into the Taoism by him, and some of them were taken in by him in the middle of their practice.

Their cultivation ranges from eighth-rank to sixth-rank, not too high, and it doesn't need to be too high, because each of them has a unique skill.

These people are usually in Shenlin City, some give lectures in Xuefang, some work as servants in Yamen, and some serve as officials in court.

A few days ago, Hong Juncheng went through a fierce battle outside the city, and became intent on killing Yuan Chengfeng. Yuan Chengfeng immediately sent most of his disciples to the country of Tunu for temporary refuge.

Tonight, they all returned to Shenlin City.

The chaotic air mechanism was getting closer and closer, Shu Wang Hong Zhenji was shivering in the bedroom where he was.

Cong Ming looked calm, he had fought wars, and he knew how to fight.

The ferocious Dao cultivator's hearing is not bad, and Cong Ming's experience is also rich enough. Judging from his footsteps, the enemy is still far away, and the techniques of the Impermanent Dao will not be triggered.

He raised his right hand, and before he lowered his arm, no one could act rashly.

In the courtyard, the chaotic energy suddenly fluctuated, and the skill of blocking listening came.

The skill of blocking listening can not only deprive the enemy of hearing, but also use various noises to severely damage the enemy.

Before entering the mansion, Yuan Chengfeng had to defeat Hong Zhenji's guards.

No matter what technique came, Cong Ming only used the same method to deal with it.

He dropped his arm suddenly, and the four gluttonous and greedy cultivators devoured the energy with all their might.

The air mechanism in the courtyard was silently swallowed by the greedy practitioner.

After swallowing the qi machine, the four Taoist cultivators immediately lost their normal hearing. They tightly covered their ears with their hands, and blood oozed from between their fingers from time to time.

The four Dao of Greed lost their combat power, but Cong Ming was very satisfied with the result. The role of the Dao of Greed is to resist the first offensive, and their mission has been completed.

The second attack followed, and Yuan Chengfeng was about to break the goal.

Before breaking through the door, the four disciples activated the eye-closing technique.

According to Yuan Chengfeng's prediction, Hong Zhenji's soldiers had basically lost their ability to resist after they had obtained the ability to stop listening. If they took away their eyesight, they would become a group of turtles in a jar who could be slaughtered at will.

Yuan Chengfeng's tactics were almost perfect. If he hadn't prepared in advance, even if Cong Ming was by his side, he would be blind and deaf at this moment. Hong Zhenji could only stretch his neck and wait for death.

Fortunately, Cong Ming received Xu Zhiqiong's news and formulated targeted tactics.

As the eye-closing technique approached, Cong Ming waved his hand again, and whispered: "No evil array!"

The six Confucian practitioners set up an innocent array.

The Confucian innocence skill can forcibly eliminate control and interference, and the innocence formation can dispel the eye-closing skill within a certain range.

Is it useful?
At what distance.

Without the interference of confusion skills, the innocence array can block some chaos skills.

Once within the attack range of the Chaos Technique, the Wuxie Formation was vulnerable.

Yuan Chengfeng broke through the front door, felt the Confucian energy in the garden, and sneered secretly: "It's like fighting a trapped beast."

He led his men into the main courtyard of the mansion, and saw Cong Ming standing in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by hundreds of soldiers.

Yuan Chengfeng was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that Hong Zhenji had gathered so many soldiers, and he didn't expect that these soldiers' fighting strength was still there, and the previous blocking listening skills didn't work.

But Yuan Chengfeng was still sure of victory, because at this moment, he and his disciples had already rushed into the main courtyard, and the enemy army had already entered the attack range of the Chaos Technique.

He asked all his disciples to activate the ninth-grade skill together, and the chaos-confusing skill instantly disrupted the Confucian energy, and the innocence array was destroyed without attack.

The seventy disciples were divided into five teams, the first team used the technique of closing eyes to catch the opponent's sight first.

The second team went around to the flanks and used the skill of blocking hearing, killing the opponent's hearing.

The disciples of the third team were scattered all over the place, displaying hypocritical techniques, interfering with the opponent's judgment, and even making the opponent distinguish between friend and foe.

The fourth team used the sealing technique to make the other party lose contact with each other.

The fifth team lived next to Yuan Chengfeng, using their skills of chaos to turn the opponent into a monster, a patient, and even a lunatic who actively attacked Cong Ming.

The five teams of disciples moved quickly and cooperated skillfully, and there was no flaw in the transformation of formations.

Cong Ming still didn't let his own soldiers make rash moves. He shouted loudly, and the [-] ferocious Dao cultivators around him showed their ferocious looks with all their strength. The main courtyard was filled with chills. Under intense fear, the disciples of the fifth team All techniques were interrupted.

Yuan Chengfeng furrowed his brows tightly, how could there be so many fierce practitioners around Hong Zhenji?
He underestimated Hong Zhenji.

Yuan Chengfeng has disciples, and Hong Zhenji has followers.

Hong Zhenji is also someone who wants to be emperor.

What shocked him even more was still behind, Cong Ming laughed out loud, and eight ferocious cultivators laughed together, the sad and insolent laughter made Yuan Chengfeng burst into anger.

Fierce sixth-grade skill—Hate without cause, arouse ignorant karmic fire, and make people who have nothing to do with each other hate each other.

Cong Ming and the eight ferocious Daoist cultivators used the technique of hatred without reason to arouse the anger of Yuan Chengfeng and his disciples, and then cast the target of venting their anger on more than 50 soldiers.

Yuan Chengfeng was able to resist the technique of hate without reason, but his disciples couldn't.

All the disciples had blood-red eyes, staring straight at the more than 50 personal soldiers who they didn't know before.

Driven by hatred, they forgot to use their techniques, pulled out their weapons, and stepped forward to fight with their own soldiers.

These soldiers are Dao killers.

It is the most stupid choice to fight against Killing Dao at close quarters.

As soon as the two sides fought, Yuan Chengfeng's disciples died one after another.

Yuan Chengfeng mobilized his whole body's qi, launched the technique of confusion, and forcibly dispelled the hatred for no reason.

The hatred dissipated, Yuan Chengfeng only felt a stabbing pain in his chest.

And my heart is about to fail.

The disciples broke free from hatred and immediately came to their senses.

They wanted to escape, but the fierce killer soldiers would not let them escape easily. The rest of the soldiers changed their formation and surrounded Yuan Chengfeng and his disciples.

The sound of fighting, shouting, wailing, and the sound of knives and axes breaking skin and bones lingered, and Yuan Chengfeng's disciples fell into panic.

There are two things that a fierce Taoist never misses, the panic of the enemy army and the anger of the enemy army.

This panic hits the brutal skill of the Eighth Stage of the Fierce Dao - gaining strength from the fear of the enemy, which will allow the cultivator of the Fierce Dao to have more aura, and the effect of the technique will become more powerful.

Cong Ming led his subordinates to launch the skill of hate without reason again.

The corners of Yuan Chengfeng's eyes trembled slightly. He realized that he had not only underestimated Hong Zhenji, but also Cong Ming.

At that moment, he changed his inherent understanding. Under the way of war, the most suitable way to lead the army may not be Confucianism, but the way of fierceness.

Yuan Chengfeng repelled some of the ferocious Dao cultivators with the skill of listening and listening, and temporarily stabilized his position.

But at this moment he had to make a decision, whether to fight this battle or not?
There were too many accidents in today's battle, he has realized a serious problem, he may have fallen into the opponent's trap.

The most sensible choice at this time should be to give up the battle immediately, but Yuan Chengfeng did not do so.

For this battle, Yuan Chengfeng has been preparing for decades.

From the time he entered the Shenji Division, from the first time he entered the Shenjun Palace, from the unknown Shenji to becoming the Shenji Shuwei, from killing Hong Huaxiao to later becoming the recording king Hong Zhenkang, everything he did, They are all preparing for this battle.

He longed for the throne of Qiancheng Kingdom, it was an uncontrollable desire.

For the king, there is no more perfect country than the Qiancheng Kingdom, because there is no more docile people in this world than the Qiancheng people.

For the position of God King, he is willing to bow his knees to Tu Nu, he is willing to bow his head to the Nufu Cult, and he is willing to grind up the flesh and blood of Qiancheng people and contribute them as bargaining chips.

He was very close to the seat of the gods, at least he felt very close.

He believed that as Hong Juncheng continued to age, after a fierce battle, one day the throne would belong to him, and the entire Qiancheng Kingdom would belong to him.

It's just that this battle came earlier.

In Yuan Chengfeng's mind, that thought was still flashing at this moment - it would be great if there was no Xu Zhiqiong.

Without Xu Zhiqiong, Yuan Chengfeng's identity would not have been revealed.

Without Xu Zhiqiong, Yuan Chengfeng would not have suffered such serious injuries.

Without Xu Zhiqiong, Qian Cheng would not have broken with Tu Nu, and Yuan Chengfeng could lead Tu Nu's army to crush the Yuyao Palace, destroy the Shu Palace, and attack the Shenjun Hall.

It is useless to think too much, in short, this battle cannot be lost, because he cannot afford to lose.

All bets are on this battle, if he loses, he will never touch the hope of becoming a god again.

And he also needs a heart, the heart of a high-quality cultivator.

His heart was gouged out by Xu Zhiqiong with an iron halberd, and he needed five hearts to replace the original one.

But an ordinary heart can't bear the body of the third grade of impermanence. Almost every other day, a heart will be overwhelmed and stop beating.

He needs a heart with the same rank as him, and Cong Ming is undoubtedly the best choice, which is also an important reason why he personally led people to attack the Shu Palace.

Despite the unfavorable situation, Yuan Chengfeng, who has been through many battles, still maintains a clear judgment.

The core of the enemy army is Cong Ming, as long as Cong Ming is killed, the rest of the soldiers will not be feared.Is it difficult to kill Cong Ming?
It's not difficult, because Yuan Chengfeng left a dark hand on him - the skill of mixing light.

Yuan Chengfeng activated the colorless technique first, and got mixed up with his disciples.

Under the intervention of techniques, no one could tell who Yuan Chengfeng was, including Cong Ming.

Yuan Chengfeng launched pretentious techniques one after another, making it difficult for the killer's soldiers to distinguish the enemy from ourselves, and the whole battle situation fell into chaos.

During the melee, Yuan Chengfeng came near Cong Ming, ready to trigger the Chaos Mang skill in Cong Ming's body.

The distance must be controlled very precisely. If it is too far away, the skill of mangling cannot be triggered. If it is too close, once Yuan Chengfeng encounters Cong Ming's fierce appearance, Yuan Chengfeng may be noticed by Cong Ming because of his fear.

He triggered the mangling skill several times in succession, but Cong Ming didn't respond.

What's happening?
distance is too far?

Yuan Chengfeng took two steps closer again, and slowly penetrated Cong Ming's meridians with the chaotic air machine.

Cong Ming's body trembled suddenly, his limbs seemed uncoordinated.

The skill of mixing mans was triggered.

Yuan Chengfeng breathed out suddenly, no longer worried about being discovered by Cong Ming, and was going to use the technique of sealing the body to completely destroy Cong Ming, and then take out his heart.

Cong Ming lost all movements and expressions, and his body and soul seemed to be disconnected.

The corners of Yuan Chengfeng's mouth turned up slightly, thinking of the powerful enemies who fell in his hands all these years.

Gongsun Wen, Hong Huaxiao, Xu Zhiqiong, and now Cong Ming is also counted.

Maybe they are not reconciled to losing, maybe they think the situation is unfair.

But wars have always been like this. Whoever wins is qualified to define fairness.

Gongsun Wen won, and he would become a legend of Shenji Division, but unfortunately he lost, and became a traitor who fled to a foreign country.

If Hong Huaxiao won, he would become the Ranger Prince of the Northern Territory, but unfortunately he lost and became a Charm Monster who harmed one side.

If Xu Zhiqiong won, he would become Xuan Guo's lone hero, but unfortunately he lost and became a fool who couldn't even walk.

The same is true for Cong Ming. He could have been a hero in protecting the prince, but now he can only be buried with Hong Zhenji.

Yuan Chengfeng reached out to take Cong Ming's heart.

The distance between the two was only a few feet, and Cong Ming raised his head suddenly, showing a ferocious smile.

The overly excited Yuan Chengfeng shuddered.

Cong Ming couldn't distinguish Yuan Chengfeng's features, but Cong Ming could distinguish fear.

He knows the direction and distance of fear.

The moment he sensed the fear, Cong Ming sent out a breath.

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