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Lin Qi's face turned cold: "When will I take action? Fellow Taoist Yun, don't want to accuse people randomly. If I want to kill him, I just don't stop. Why should I be so stupid and do it in front of everyone?! "

Yun Shuang sneered: "In full view of everyone, who can still wrongly accuse you?"

She added: "Besides, among the monks present, apart from me, the Xizhou monk, you are the only one with the Ice Spirit Root. Could it be that I, the Xizhou monk, secretly assassinated his colleagues?!"

"Why is it impossible?" Lin Qi asked calmly, "I can't guarantee that there is something dirty among the monks in Xizhou. You don't dare to act openly, so you want to use my help to solve it?!"

"You!" Yun Shuang was angered by Lin Qi's words.

Lin Qi's sharp eyes swept across the crowd, "Are you sure you saw that it was me who took action secretly just now?"

Some people nodded quietly, some shook their heads blankly, and some were very sure...but they all said that what they saw was Lin Qi making a sneak attack.

Lin Qi secretly thought that she had seen a ghost. In broad daylight, she was being framed by someone?

Chu Jiucheng, who had been meditating cross-legged on the spiritual platform, suddenly said: "The person who made the move in secret may not be the Ice Spirit Root. He may be holding a special magic weapon, or he may have a secret skill."

Yun Shuang said in a deep voice: "Did Fellow Daoist Chu say this to excuse Lin Qi? Then did you see who took action?"

Chu Jiucheng shook his head slightly, "I believe Fellow Daoist Lin would not do such sneaky things."

Lin Qi didn't expect Chu Jiucheng to speak for her.

His eyes were scanning the monks on and off the stage one by one, trying to determine who might slander him.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Yu Ai suddenly said: "Someone just used an illusion!"

"Illusion?"

"Yes." Yu Ai said with certainty, "This person is very skilled in illusion. He can combine reality and fantasy, and forge the scene of you making a sneak attack without any trace. At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, I am afraid that he is just watching you make a killing move. To Nanyu."

Lin Qi secretly cursed, "Who framed me? If I find out, be careful I cut him into pieces!"

Yu Ai hesitated for a moment, then reminded Lin Qi: "The monks who can perform such advanced illusions are generally very strong."

"How strong is strong?"

"...Maybe his cultivation is more than just becoming a god."

"Mahayana monk?!" Lin Qi's eyebrows narrowed, and she suddenly thought of the Chen family she met in the dense forest and swamp.

Lin Qi raised her eyebrows and suddenly sneered: "A Mahayana monk came here in disguise, and he was the one who secretly attacked and killed fellow Taoist Nan."

Lin Qi looked sure when she spoke, and many people tensed their nerves.

"How is it possible that there are Mahayana monks?! There are so many restrictions in the Five Gods Battlefield that monks with the level of becoming gods or above cannot survive at all."

Many people also learned about the ban through the Five Gods Battlefield Body Monk, and it was not that easy to fool.

Lin Qi smiled lightly: "I once met a monk of the Chen family in a dense forest and swamp. This person is the ancestor of the Chen family, a Mahayana monk who came in disguise. I believe that if one thing happens, there will be two."

What is the probability of losing a Mahayana monk among a group of Nascent Soul Dzogchen monks?

If this Mahayana monk returns to his original cultivation level, he can kill almost everyone in the field.

A monk's personal strength can fight across one class, but the two classes... Mahayana and Nascent Soul, that is a natural chasm.

Realizing this, the monks near Liushen Cave were a little panicked.

Lin Qi was certain of another thing. The person who framed her must be on the Twelve Spirit Towers!

Since this person has Mahayana cultivation, he cannot be willing to miss the opportunity of Liushen Cave.

The sun was already setting at this moment, and the Twelve Spirit Towers were full of people.

From right to left, they are Shi Jiumeng, Li Zhi, Chu Jiucheng, Cheng Shiyuan, Yunshuang, Yun Zezi, Gongsun Ying, Hai Jian, Tianbao, Feng Lin, Lin Qi, and Yue Ya.

Among them, the first three are Central Continent monks; Cheng Shiyuan, Yunshuang, and Yueya are West Continent monks; Feng Lin and Hai Jian are East Continent monks; Gongsun Ying and Tianbao are Beizhou monks, and Yun Zezi and Lin Qi are South Continent monks.

Ninety percent of them were acquaintances, and the only two unfamiliar ones were Dongzhou monk Feng Lin and Xizhou monk Yue Ya.

Lin Qi only knew about these two people through information. Among the twelve people, the one who had an enemy with Lin Qi was probably Hai Jian, and he could not escape suspicion.

Yunshuang was dubious about Lin Qi's words: "Do you have any evidence?"

Lin Qi threw a photo stone with her backhand, which was exactly the scene when Chen Hao exposed his identity and wanted to kill her and Wen Ge.

It didn't matter whether Yun Shuang believed that Nan Yu was not killed by Lin Qi. Everyone was shocked by the Mahayana monk pretending to sneak into the battlefield of the Five Gods.

For the time being, no one is paying attention to the small matter of Nanyu's death.

As time passed, Wen Ge glanced at the monks standing on the twelve spiritual platforms.

With his strength, the only one he can fight is Xizhou monk Yue Ya.

A female nun holding a full-moon scimitar.

Wen Ge also knew his own strength and went straight to the spiritual platform where Yue Ya was.

Before the person arrived, there were already several phantoms of silver needles striking directly at the critical point.

Yueya was already on guard, and the full moon's scimitar swiped away with a flourish of sword energy.

In the void, there was a faint roar of a lone wolf, and the shadows of the wolves intertwined.

In the blink of an eye, people have shuttled in front of you.

The silver needles were shot down one by one. Yue Ya's knife was close to Wen Ge in an instant. Seeing that the scimitar was about to drink blood, Wen Ge's figure disappeared from the place.

Yue Ya frowned nervously, released her consciousness, glanced around, and caught Wen Ge's breath behind her.

She turned the scimitar around, only to find that her body was numb and her speed was much slower.

Oops, poisoned!

Wen Ge was not in a hurry, and a small green snake was wrapped around his fingertips, and it suddenly attacked the crescent moon.

Yue Ya's heartbeat quickened, and he swiped the full moon scimitar in his hand. The sword energy shuttled around, like a ferocious giant wolf leaping out.

At the moment when the two sides were fighting fiercely, a monk under the spiritual platform looked coldly at the two fighting men, and his eyes fell faintly on Wen Ge.

This person was poisoned by Fu Shennong when he was in Beiquan, and he was the only one who survived by chance.

When he first came to Liushen Cave, he almost had a conflict with Wen Ge.

It was because Wen Ge relied on the strength of the crowd that he didn't dare to do anything.

Later, Gongsun Ying chose him to win the stage, and he thought that Gongsun Ying was instigated by Wen Ge and deliberately came to slap him in the face.

Several things were added together, and this person had a grudge and had long planned to do something evil when Wen Ge was about to seize the stage.

Seeing that Wen Ge and the female cultivator Yue Ya were inseparable, the man saw the right opportunity and took out a handful of black soil ground into dust from his arms and squeezed it into a small ball.

When Wen Ge was defenseless, he shot into the air.

"Someone is attacking!"

The monk's perception is very powerful. Sensing the danger, Wen Ge turned around and popped out a silver needle from his fingertips.

The silver needle left a shadow in the air and penetrated the black ball instantly.

In an instant, the ball exploded into countless powders.

Wen Ge thought the attacker threw some powerful weapon, but he never expected that it turned out to be an ordinary pellet?