I searched for corpses in the Wuding River to extract entries

Chapter 121
Xie Que continued to listen, frowning from time to time.

From the discussion of these few people, it can be roughly known that these people actually wanted to catch all the real people near the bronze coffin.

Relying on the so-called magical weapon ability called "Mingwang Soul Lock Diagram".

It can block the magic power of the Yin God, and all living beings under the Yang God are equal.

However, the energy, blood and stellar energy of warriors are not included in this list, and can be used normally in it.

And these real people have already researched a method that can control qi and blood with real people's bodies, and use it as mana.

They relied on these methods to give a thunderous blow.

The most important point is to frame him to the secret sect after the incident.

The reason is that the secret sect has too much influence in King Yan's territory.

Xie Que recalled what Master Sanxian had said before and knew that King Yan was about to rebel.

Now I want to solve the serious problem in the territory first, that is, the secret sect.

Xie Que was swimming slowly, and the real people near Xiaochegou had already noticed something strange.

They felt that their Yinshen magic power was suddenly frozen and could not function at all.

The expression of the moon-robed monk representing Shuiyue Temple changed drastically, and he looked at the monk headed by the secret sect: "Yun Guang, what do you mean by secret sect?"

The generation of Yun Guang and Nan Guang Yuanshun can be regarded as the contemporary masters of the Secret Sect.

He also had an embarrassing expression on his face: "Ming King's soul lock map... This magic weapon is not something that a spiritual guard like me can use."

But the moon-robed monk was still unyielding, and he and other real people looked coldly at the people of the secret sect: "But the only one who can achieve such an effect is the Ming King Soul Lock of your secret sect."

Yun Guang shook his head, expressing his ignorance.

Seeing this, the rest of the people hurriedly wanted to get away.

The few real men in the Xuanjia Army laughed heartily and came together from a distance.

"Hmph! Still want to escape?"

When Yun Guang saw those people, they were clearly familiar faces, and his face immediately turned a little red: "Jia Yan, Qian Xuan..."

He actually pointed out the names of these real people one by one.

None of the people present were fools, so they knew that these were King Yan's people, and they all started to shout and curse.

The moon-robed monk in Shuiyue Temple also frowned: "Are you going to offend Shuiyue Temple too?"

The real person named Qianxuan shook his head, and said with a smile: "Master Huimei, you are wrong, today I represent the secret sect and help Yun Guang eliminate you heretics."

He looked at Yun Guang, laughed and said, "Yun Guang, isn't the point of your secret sect that heretics are more detestable than unbelievers?"

After all, those real people under King Yan laughed out loud, chatting like no one else was there:
"Qianxuan, when it comes to killing people and punishing others, it's up to you!"

"As expected of King Yan's black gloves! Qianxuan, they are absolutely stunning!"

At this time, everyone present already knew the opponent's purpose.

In the name of the Secret Sect, he wanted to wipe them all out.

Other non-esoteric people, led by Master Huimei from Shuiyue Chanyuan, began to negotiate with these real people from the King of Yan Fang.

"You guys can think clearly, the power behind us is not something that King Yan can provoke."

But Master Qianxuan was hiding here and there, refusing to answer the question directly: "What's the matter with King Guan Yan? I'm the Master of the Secret Sect!"

Master Huimei was a little anxious: "King Yan really wants to do this matter? This narrow-minded person is afraid that he will not be able to sit on the throne for long."

Master Qianxuan chuckled, "I don't need to bother Master Huimei."

He opened his hands and said, "You don't have to say anything anymore. In the name of my master, no one present today is allowed to be spared."

At this time, a person came out from the Xuanjia army, wearing a mask that foreshadowed King Kong's wrath.

Under the mask came a female voice: "Stop playing, don't miss His Highness' important event."

The real people immediately fell silent.

Yun Guang's brows immediately relaxed, and he couldn't help sneering: "Yan Hui? So it's the traitor of this secret sect."

"It's not big or small, even the master uncle doesn't know how to call him." The female voice shouted coldly, and then a long black whip was condensed from her body with energy and blood, and she whipped Yun Guang and flew away.

"traitor!"

"traitor!"

……

Among the secret sects, those of the generation of Guangzi started to curse one after another.

"You guys who were born as warriors are really rude, and that old thief Yan Guang didn't teach you well, so let me, my uncle, train you for your master."

Yan Hui let out a loud cry, and rushed into the place where the secret sect was located, beating them all to pieces.

Xie Que's face darkened, and many of those members of the secret sect were his acquaintances.

However, as far as he knew, these uncles of the Guang generation should all be warriors, and they should still have energy and blood left in their bodies.

Could it be that after worshiping the gods, the power of Qi and blood was completely transformed into other powers?Xie Que was a little puzzled.

The other real people present also looked ugly, don't look at the people who are being beaten now are all from the secret sect.

Maybe these people from the secret sect are still useful, and they can still survive after being beaten up.

The opponent was so aggressive, it was obvious that he wanted to kill himself.

The real people around him are still trying to use their magic power to conflict with the constraints of King Ming's soul lock.

Yan Hui just sneered: "Don't try it, if it wasn't for the eighth level of thunder calamity, don't even think about breaking the pattern."

The Xuanjia army behind him took a few steps forward, shouting together, as if they were training soldiers.

The almost solid Qi and blood rushed to the faces of the real people, and they couldn't help but change their expressions.

It seems that the other party is serious.

In normal times, this power may not be able to attract attention if placed in front of a single real person.

But at this time, the magic power of Yin God was blocked, but it was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

By the time Yan Hui ended like venting his anger, everyone in the secret sect was covered in bruises.

She threw a secret scroll from her hand, and said coldly:
"Others, if they want to survive, they must sign him."

When the monk in the Shuiyue Temple saw it, his complexion immediately turned livid: "The third Tuxinye Carmel Book."

"Do you know what you are doing?"

Yan Hui said calmly: "Of course I know."

The moon-robed monk shouted again: "After signing this booklet, it will only be at your command from now on."

Yan Hui nodded in disbelief: "If you want to survive, you have to sign it quickly. If not, you can only throw it into the river to feed the fish."

"The lackeys of King Yan, let the poor monk die!"

A Zen monk seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, so he physically lifted up a thousand-jin Zen staff, rushed forward and smashed it down.

"Vajra Dharma Body? It's not bad." Yan Hui just glanced at it casually, and an illusory yaksha appeared on the top of the monk's head, and then the steel fork smashed the top, killing his Yin spirit on the spot.

Is this the power of King Ming's Soul Lock Diagram?Everyone present became frightened.

But even so, there were monks and Taoists who stepped forward fearlessly.

Yan Hui smiled disdainfully, and the shadows of Yaksha appeared one after another, and a few more corpses were added to the ground.

Xie Que quietly walked to the end of the Xuanjia Army, and secretly dragged away one person without disturbing anyone.

When he reappeared, he was already dressed as a soldier.

Xie Que held a silver-white stone in his hand, in which energy and blood were continuously injected.

Seeing that these Xuanjia soldiers were holding this thing in their hands, he guessed that this was the key to the Qi and blood formation.

Xie Que asked his colleagues on the side: "What are we going to do in this operation?"

The soldier looked dazed for a while, and lowered his voice: "According to rumors, they are going to attack Zhenmasi. Those guys have been pressing on us for a long time."

A trace of dissatisfaction appeared on his face: "You must know that in this Yandi, in this Jinmen City, my King Yan is the real master, and the Xuanjia Army is the real defender of the stability of Jinmen!"

Xie Que nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that if this trouble was not solved, the secret sect would really be in disaster.

Just let those real people sign the so-called secret books, and then hide them.

Leaving a trace of the magic power of the secret sect can cause chaos.

Even with the naked eye, anyone can see that this is a frame-up for the secret sect.

But what King Yan wanted was a reason to disturb the secret sect.

He dared to take the first step of the rebellion only after digging out the confidant in the territory.

And from what he said, the Dharma King in the secret sect has been restrained.

The master is probably the only one left with high-end combat power today.

If these real people have signed the so-called secret book, the entry-level combat power of King Yan's side will probably increase a lot.

Xie Que did not count them in detail. There have been many fewer people near Xiaochegou in the past few days.

But at least there are still more than 30 Taoists, which is not a small number.

Xie Que drew out a trace of secret stellar energy into the silver-white stone in his hand, followed the condensed energy and blood of the Xuanjia Army, and kept groping.

Based on his many years of experience in playing with qi and blood, Xie Que quickly found several key nodes for condensing qi and blood.

With a thought, he used his stellar energy to cut off the vein, and quickly retracted it, for fear of being discovered.

Suddenly, a Daoist Daoist from King Yan's side suddenly changed his expression on the spot.

He found that the power of Qi and blood in his body had suddenly disappeared.

But the next moment, the energy and blood power returned to the real person's body.

He couldn't help exhaling, it seemed that there was no problem with the formation.

If there is a problem with this formation, they can only rely on these low-level warriors to play.

Although these Taoist real people do not practice qi and blood martial arts, their physiques will not be too weak under the nourishment of mana, Yinshen, and thunder calamity.

It may even be much stronger than a martial arts master.

At that time, it would be a disaster to escape one of them.

Now it is only possible to completely suppress these people by relying on these Daoist Daoists to control their huge energy and blood.

At this time, a Zen monk had already signed the secret book.

Immediately, his body turned dark and his hair was curly, like a Kunlun slave from the far west.

Everyone knows that this is the symbol of Yaksha transformation, and from now on you can only listen to the orders of the owner of this secret book.

There were also eminent monks who refused to give in and immediately burned themselves and passed away, leaving a relic on the spot.

Xie Quejian seemed to be unable to delay it any longer.

That is to hide in the qi and blood formation with such a huge qi, and he keeps pushing away the soldiers in front of him.

"Come on, come on, everyone, let me go forward first and have a glimpse of the real person!"

"This colleague, please step aside, I stepped on your foot..."

"It's okay, you don't need to say sorry, you didn't put your feet here on purpose."

……

Under the hypnosis of Wu Chou's facial makeup, these low-level warriors did not find it strange.

Instead, they took the initiative to make way for Xie Que.

Xie Que had an unimpeded journey and soon arrived only a few hundred meters away from the ditch.

It is only tens of meters away from Yan Wangfang's real person.

His huge stellar energy is already in place at any time, and he can cut off all the links of energy and blood with a single thought.

But to capture the thief first, capture the king, just cut off the blood, they may have other means.

Especially the picture of King Ming's soul lock in Yan Hui's hands, which makes Xie Que a little bit afraid.

Following that, an invisible reward fell into the palm of Xie Que.

With a thought in his mind, on the invisible face, the effect of illusion increased again.

In the eyes of outsiders, he has completely integrated into the Xuanjia Army, without any sense of birth.

Judging by his temperament, at least he is a veteran who has struggled for decades at the end of the term.

He walked forward, and the martial arts masters who had never seen Xie Que before him were not surprised.

He just asked: "Why are you going forward? This is not the place for you, an innate warrior, go down quickly."

Xie Que shook his head: "Sir, I want to see the Taoist master!"

The martial arts master nodded as if possessed by a demon, "Be careful."

Xie Que hummed, and walked forward again.

After consuming the newly obtained bounty again, Xie Que was behind Yan Hui in an instant.

It was surprising that even a few Daoists didn't notice it.

After all, the magic power of the Yin Gods has been sealed, and their perception and resistance to illusions have been reduced to a minimum.

Xie Que stretched out his hand and patted Yan Hui's shoulder.

Yan Hui turned his head to look at Xie Que, and there was also a confused look under the Vajra mask.

"Sir, what level are you at?"

Yan Hui was a little baffled, but still replied like a ghost: "Wuye Lingwei, what's wrong?"

(End of this chapter)