"This is the carriage that the treasure hunting team often brings when they go out of the city, could it be that the people of the treasure hunting team are fighting the monsters? ”

Ming Zong's heart was nervous, his hands involuntarily clenched into fists, he entered the basin and quickly approached the location of the monster.

I saw a large number of wooden bodies scattered around the monster, many of which had been broken to pieces, countless horses lying on the ground, and the sand was stained with blood.

Dozens of cultivators brandished their weapons and attacked again and again, striking their qi into the monster's body.

But these attacks fell, and the slightest effect was not reflected, and the monster still went on a rampage, twisting its head and pushing the sharp horns of the long knife on its head towards the crowd.

Suddenly, one of them avoided it, and was kicked by the monster's twisted leg, and immediately screamed in pain, and his body was thrown far away like a flying stone, falling to the ground and smashing up a cloud of dust.

Ming Zong's gaze carefully swept over the crowd, his pupils instantly constricted, and there was a short cultivator in the crowd, who seemed to be a child.

The child held a foot-long one-handed short sword, swung it left and right to try to poke the monster's feet, and at the same time, his free hand released white gas and blasted into the monster's head.

The child was blown over by the wave of qi set off by the monster, rolled on the ground twice, and when he got up, his face turned to Mingzhong's side.

Ming Zong was shocked: "Zheng Qiu!"

His heart beat violently, this team must be Zheng Qiu's Liesha Treasure Hunting Team, they somehow ran into a monster.

Ming Zong scolded in his heart: "This is strange, forget it if the carriage is smashed by the monster, and you don't run away." ”

Scolding like this in his heart, the movements on his body are not slow, seeing that the monsters will overturn the people of the treasure hunting team one by one, he knows that it will be too late if he doesn't help.

Ming Zong threw the broadsword horizontally on the sand, stepped on the broadsword and slid towards the center of the basin, while staggering his hands and patting his shoulders once, and then clenched his fists and pulled them apart, and the earth-yellow light appeared on his body.

He planned to attack with the power of the Qihua Realm first, testing the weak points of the monster, and at the same time, the aftermath of the battle of the strength of this realm was small, so that Zheng Qiu and the treasure hunting team could retreat.

He raised Ping and stretched out his right fist, and the light on the fist became brighter and brighter, as if it was about to leave the skin expression and shoot out, and the light flame gradually gathered into the shadow of a fist, the size of a basin.

Just as he borrowed the speed of the slide and was about to smash the fist shadow out, the monster in front of him suddenly disappeared, only the mountain wind wrapped in yellow sand rolled in the open space in front of him.

Ming Zong was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly turned his head to look around. There were no dead horses, no broken carts, no fighting treasure hunters, and no shadow of Zheng Qiu.

Dozens of feet away, there were eight people standing, and the one in the middle stood behind a large table, shaking a copper bell in his hand, chanting words about the things placed on the table.

What's going on?

He cautiously approached the men, and as he got closer, he recognized their identities.

The person in the middle was a young woman, dressed in a white robe, he had seen it before, it was the woman who was sitting on the edge of the coffee table to make tea when Lin Minghao invited him to drink tea.

His gaze moved to the seven people standing next to him, all of whom were covered with their faces, and their whole bodies were tightly wrapped, except for the lack of the word "order" on their chests, the rest of them were dressed exactly like the exemplars.

Ming Zong chuckled in his heart, he was tricked.

He frowned and carefully observed the surrounding environment, the air was filled with a strong power of heaven and earth, which was obviously artificially gathered.

Moreover, these forces of heaven and earth are arranged in an orderly manner, flowing according to a specific route.

took such a lot of effort to set up traps and wait for them to step on.

He immediately understood the reason, there was no blame at all, and the Burning Sand Treasure Hunting Team was not in danger, the scene just now was just an illusion simulated with the power of heaven and earth.

He had heard of this kind of spell, which was the product of a combination of formations and spells, and because of the strong power of heaven and earth, the illusions simulated had a strong sense of realism, and could even affect the environment.

As for those cultivators who came here to investigate and died, it seemed that they were killed by these seven executors.

Drinking tea in the tearoom that day, I saw that this woman was so skilled in casting spells, she could hardly see the action of drawing spells, and she could not hear the sound of chanting mantras, so I felt that this person was not simple, and now it seems that this is really the case.

"You're the one who made everything here?"

Since it was a carefully prepared trap, Ming Zong knew that he was not so easy to leave, so he simply relaxed and waited for the changes.

Hearing Ming Zong's question, the woman put down the bell in her hand and pushed down and disrupted the piles of things on the table.

Then he smiled and asked, "Elder Ming Zong of the Qianyun Sect, I have admired the name for a long time, I wonder if this hospitality is satisfactory to you?"

The woman's voice was hoarse and hoarse, sounding like an old woman talking, which did not match her youthful appearance at all.

Ming Zong's cheeks twitched, and he secretly said in his heart: "It's another pretending to be young, and Ming Sijiu has a virtue, compared to Ming Sijiu, it's more likable, at least it's a young woman's voice." ”

He twisted his shoulders and neck, moved his body to make the flow of qi and blood flow more smoothly, and replied, "It's really flattering to be treated so well!"

Why did you invite me here? I didn't want to show off illusion-creating spells, but to open the eyes of a lonely person. ”

"You don't have to rush this, you'll find out soon. ”

The woman did not answer directly, but just waved to the executor beside her.

The seven executors then took a step, slowly approaching the position ten zhang away from Ming, and circled around Mingzong in the middle.

Ming Zong carefully examined the commanders, each of whom carried two hook-shaped scimitars, the ends of which were chained around the waist of the commander.

These people didn't urge the energy, nor did they use their hands to get weapons, so they couldn't see the level of the realm.

But Ming Zong felt that since these people dared to prevent him from leaving, they would never be general, and it was better to be cautious.

He put away the churning flames of light on his body, hid his qi in the meridians in his body, and at the same time hugged his chest with both hands, and his palms quietly touched the concentration rings on his upper arms on both sides.

There was a faint cracking sound, and the black ring of concentration was broken in two and broken in the sleeve.

There was a stalemate for a while, but the seven executors never moved, and the woman behind the table did not cast any spells.

On the horizon, gray and red streamers came over, falling straight to the basin where they were waiting.

"Mingzong, we're meeting again, don't come unharmed. ”

The gray-red halo dissipated, revealing the figure of the city lord Lin Minghao, who was standing outside the encirclement formed by the seven exemplars, with a smile on his face.

"Thank you for your concern, it shouldn't be a good thing that the city lord took great pains to invite me to this barren mountain range. ”

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