"Strange, people who need to be bound with chains and controlled by spells. What the hell is this man coming from?"

Zheng Qiu squatted on the branch and stared at it for a long time, but he really couldn't see what Moying Valley wanted to do, so he had to jump in other directions, preparing to continue walking towards the top of the mountain.

However, at the moment when Zheng Qiu was far away, the strange man who was firmly bound in the crowd of Ink Shadow Valley suddenly writhed violently and struggled.

The spell-blessed chains showed their power, slowly releasing halos of light that imprisoned the struggling strangers.

The nine Ink Shadow Valley cultivators next to them looked very nervous, and they panicked and cast spells to form a cage to further strengthen the binding effect.

A fiery aura suddenly released from under the whirring and black robes, shaking two of the Ink Shadow Valley cultivators away.

The two men lay on the ground, their faces white and red, and beads of sweat immediately rolled down their foreheads, as if the heat had caused them a great injury.

Seeing this, the remaining seven people quickly drew daggers from their waists and slashed them across their palms, greatly increasing their binding force by releasing their essence blood.

Finally, after a stalemate of time with three incense sticks, the strange man finally calmed down and continued to remain motionless in place like a wooden pestle.

On the other side, Lin Minghao, the city lord of the Great Wilderness Lonely City, led the executors all the way to the top of the mountain.

He moved very fast, and he had no intention of fighting.

Most of the other cultivators he met along the way were handed over to the commanders to besiege him, and only a few powerful masters would be personally solved by Lin Minghao.

Compared with others, Lin Minghao has a very strong desire to obtain.

He already knew that the divine weapon born here was the mist of Yunshan, and according to books such as "The Record of the Divine Soldier of Cloud Sleeve", the mist of Yunshan was a sword.

As a cultivator of swordsmanship, having a good sword is an extremely important thing, which is equivalent to one's second life.

And the divine sword of Yunshan Mist is a weapon that countless sword cultivators dream of, and he has to get it even if he fights hard.

With a sword swiping through the big tree blocking the way in front of him, a group of cultivators with shaved hair and iron rods appeared in view, and they were people from the Guangxin Sect.

The number of cultivators of the Guangxin Sect is also quite large, and there are actually about forty people in a rough count.

In fact, the number of people from the several major sects of the Demon Punishment Righteous Qi who came to the Cloud Heavenly Prison Mountain Range was very large, because they would not give the Qianyun Sect the road fee when they took the Heavenly Boat, so they naturally wanted to bring as many of the most powerful elders and disciples as possible.

Hearing a sound from behind, the cultivators of the Guangxin Sect turned around and looked back.

One of them, a white-bearded cultivator with a young man's face dragged up to his waist, walked out of the crowd.

He pestled the iron rod in his hand into the mud and said, "Lord Lin City, don't come unharmed!"

The road to the top of the mountain is not easy to walk, there are tens of thousands of difficulties and dangers, and the city lord should go back. ”

Lin Minghao shook off the rain stained on the soft sword, and coldly refuted: "Wangxin Supreme, why do you want to show off the rhetoric of the Guangxin Sect here.

You and I have the same goal, we are both divine soldiers on the top of the mountain, don't you know how to be honest?"

It turned out that this childlike and white-bearded cultivator was the sect master of the Guangxin Sect, and his name was Wangxin Supreme.

Like most sects, each sect leader of the Guangxin Sect will use the same supreme name, which is a kind of inheritance and symbolizes the position of the sect master based on the cloud sleeve.

However, the original Supreme Name of the Guangxin Sect was called the Suixin Supreme, and it was still used by the previous Sect Master.

But no one expected that a sect called Ruthless Follower Village would grow wildly under the ruthless leadership of the owner Ge and squeeze into the ranks of the top ten sects.

In the face of the new sect with a rainbow of momentum, the Guangxin Sect chose to back down, avoiding suspicion and changing the Supreme name to Wangxin Supreme, which is the name used by the current sect master.

Wangxin Supreme didn't seem to hear Lin Minghao's rebuttal words, and was still there smiling and persuading.

"Everything I said is for the sake of Lord Lin, this road is too difficult, and after stepping into it, you will sink into the sea of misery, and you can ......only save yourself by turning back."

Lin Minghao was in a hurry to go up to the top of the mountain to grab the mist of Yunshan Mountain, and when he heard the Wangxin Supreme speaking slowly here, he didn't mean to give way at all, and his temper suddenly came up.

"Ma Qing, shut your stinky mouth!

Either give way honestly, or do it, I don't have time to accompany you here to grind your mouth!"

It turned out that the sect master of Guangxin Sect, Wangxin Supreme, was originally called Ma Qing.

It is said that Ma Qing was originally a villager in a certain mountain village, and one day he met the Guangxin Sect recruiting disciples and believers everywhere, and relied on his ability to speak and enter this sect.

The Guangxin Sect is good at cultivating spiritual strength, and Ma Qing is very talented in this regard.

Although his concentration was not as good as that of others, the key to mobilizing his spiritual power, that is, thoughts, or desires, was far stronger than that of other Guangxin Sect disciples.

Relying on this, Ma Qing was able to unleash a spiritual attack that far surpassed others, which was appreciated by the elders of the Guangxin Sect.

As time passed, his cultivation became higher and higher, and his spiritual strength became stronger and stronger.

Finally, more than one hundred and twenty years ago, he successfully succeeded to the sect master of the Guangxin Sect.

It is said that with his spiritual power, Ma Qing can move mountains, overturn lakes, and even pluck the sun, moon and stars, turning the world around.

Of course, rumors are rumors, Lin Minghao knows Ma Qing's true strength, and it is not as outrageous as he said.

Ma Qingxiu is similar to himself, and he should also be a double heaven of the Divine Realm, but he was seriously injured after fighting the Flame Giant Serpent in that ruins, and so far he has only recovered to the Divine Realm One Heaven.

Although his strength was damaged, Lin Minghao had no fear, and within the sword technique of the Wen Sword Sect he cultivated, there were sword moves that specialized in dealing with spiritual power.

Once that kind of sword move is cast, the effect of Ma Qing's spiritual attack will be greatly reduced.

Lin Minghao raised his hand and clenched his fist and ordered: "All the execeas, form an impact formation and separate the crowd of the Guangxin Sect.

Pay attention to guarding your mind, listen to the moves of the Guangxin Sect at all times, and do a good job of defense. ”

With that, he converted his fist into a palm and swung forward quickly.

The fifteen executors quickly formed a triangular formation, like a sharp awl, piercing towards the crowd of Guangxin Sect.

At the same time, Lin Minghao pulled out a sword finger, raised his hand to wipe it over the side of the soft sword, and poured energy into the sword body.

And in the process of wiping his fingers over the sword body, his body suddenly rushed out, crashing into the Wangxin Supreme Ma Qing like an arrow from the string.

Ma Qing had never fought with Lin Minghao, and only knew that Lin Minghao would hear the swordsmanship of the Sword Sect, but Ma Qing didn't know what and to what extent.

For the sake of safety, he immediately focused his thoughts on Lin Minghao's chest and read aloud: "Retreat!"

As Ma Qing slammed the iron rod to the ground again, a faint silver light flashed from his forehead and spread along his shoulders and arms to the end of the iron rod.

The aphorisms engraved on the surface of the iron rod then lit up, and then the extremely condensed spiritual power rushed out of it and rushed straight to Lin Minghao's chest.