"Did you bring us here on purpose?" The suspicious No. 4 turned his head and stared coldly at the monk who spoke, if his eyes could kill at this time, the killing intent in his eyes was enough to turn into thousands of sharp edges, and cut the monk with a thousand knives.

However, even if No. 4 has not yet made a move, his murderous aura is already very heavy.

The coercion of the Distraction Realm monk was released, and the monk's qi was firmly grasped.

The anger in his heart had rushed to the top of his head at this moment, making his big face flush!

Flying droplets of water wet his red hair, and the fluffy hair was firmly attached to his cheeks and scalp after being dipped in water.

Without the hair decoration, Four's head suddenly looks bigger than before.

The flames erupted from above his head in flames, steaming the water dry, and the red hair flew again.

It's just that before this flame has become a climate, it was extinguished by the overwhelming water system spiritual power here, and it poured him again.

"Did you put us in here and use us to help you seal the Moon Sage?" No. 4's eyes widened with rage, and the spiritual power that had just been running was extinguished by the water waves, making his anger even stronger than before, and in a flash, his figure appeared on the monk's side, stretched out a thin fan-like palm, and pulled the monk's thin body out of the ranks:

"What the hell is your conspiracy?"

He is a fire-based spiritual power, and the flames he casts are extremely limited here, and his overall strength has been restrained by at least thirty percent.

Moreover, the consumption of spiritual power is also greater than usual, and his own strength is already much weaker than Song Qing's, and at this time, when he is pressed by the spiritual power of the water system, No. 4 feels that his scalp is going to explode.

"I'm not, I'm not." The monk is already old, and he is a weak Dharma monk, when is he a strong fourth opponent.

was dragged by him, his body was like a rootless duckweed, and he was immediately dragged out of the team, and his feet were grabbed by the collar by No. 4 and carried half-floating in the water.

"Song has already promised us to help us seal the 'Moon' Sage again, why should I do anything else?"

In the face of Four's thunderous questioning, the monk struggled to speak:

"What's more, we don't want to be trapped inside, so let the hayas and the others get ahead of the curve and get to the silver-haired swamp first."

He originally planned to go to the waterhole of the legendary Abyss Territory as Song Qingxiao said, use it as a fixed point, and then look for the silver swamp that sealed the 'Moon' sage back then.

I didn't know that I would be trapped here in the end, not to mention looking for the Silver Swamp again, and now the way back and forth were sealed at all.

Now the situation is not only bad for the trialists, but also for the saints.

If it weren't for the fact that the Six Saints of the 'Dark' faction were entangled by the Blue Devil Lizard because of the scheme, causing them to fall half a step behind everyone, the monks would have wondered if all this was their conspiracy.

"Stop arguing." When it came to the end, Song Qingxiao was very calm, and there was no panic in the slightest of being trapped in space magic-

She has been in the space-time rift on several missions, and she is very experienced in this matter, and she is not at all like a 'novice' like Four.

"I think we're going to get to this place no matter how we go."

Although the monk said that his strength had recovered, he felt like he was about to lose his breath when he was mentioned by No. 4 at this time.

Song Qing glanced at No. 4 and motioned for him to let go.

"Humph!" No. 4 was in a very bad mood, but under Song Qingxiao's gaze, he was still very unwilling to throw the monk into the water with a 'poof'.

The turbulent water rushed forward half a meter with the monk's thin body, but fortunately, Song Qingxiao reached out in time to fish him out.

"Thanks, thanks—" The monk's hair and robes were all soaked by this time, and even the bones of Pastor Parra, who he had carried on his back, were washed through by the water.

The wide robes were all attached to his bony body, and the 'boom' of water created a weight that almost caused his emaciated body to sit back in the current.

He wiped his face a little embarrassed, and thanked Song Qingxiao gratefully.

"What the hell is the Abyss Territory like?"

Song Qingxiao reached out and pulled him again, his face was pale, and his temper was still very good.

"The rumored Abyss Territory is the territory where the Demon King was born." Evil is sown here, an abyss that nourishes demons.

"We came here once, and after sealing 'him' in the Silver Swamp, we left here under the leadership of the Great Sage."

The monk's memories fell into more than three hundred years ago, and his face showed a hint of confusion:

"As for the impression, it is full of black gas, and countless armies of undead blocking the way."

Mage Edward nodded, adding:

"And weird plants from the abyss."

"In other words, you don't have the impression that you have entered such an abyss?" When Song Qingxiao heard this, she faintly felt that something was wrong.

The monk nodded in affirmation.

The waters here are vast, like the vast ocean, boundless, and the waves of water are flowing from all directions, flowing into the abyss of great magnificence in front of them.

If you really saw such a large body of water back then, several people would not remember it.

"That's weird." Out of the corner of Song Qing's small eyes, he saw the monk shaking the water in his sleeve robe with difficulty, he was wearing an extremely solemn sacrificial robe, the clothes were layered on top of each other, extremely heavy, and the weight increased sharply after absorbing the water, which made him overwhelmed, and he was staggering under the unsteady standing at this time.

He carried a backpack and a heavy book, and he couldn't spare his hands at all, looking pitiful, so he couldn't help but twist the cuffs for him.

With a 'bang' sound, a large stream of water was wrung out, and the monk's heavy arm suddenly felt much lighter.

"If there is such a large body of water in the Abyss Territory, it is impossible that you are completely unaware."

Without waiting for the monk to thank him, she quickly wrung out some water from the sleeves and the edge of the robe for the monk, and then spoke:

"The connection of the dark river in the forest of the dark river to the abyss territory has been confirmed, and it is rumored that there is a waterhole in the abyss territory, and I guess it is the one in front of me."

She glanced at the monk and the others:

"Could the origin of the name of the Abyss Territory be the abyss in front of you?"

The bodies of the six saints trembled, and their faces showed a look of confusion.

The meaning of Song Qing's words is very clear to everyone, if this is the rumored Abyss Territory, then this is undoubtedly very different from the Abyss Territory that the Six Saints have been to in their memories back then.

In other words, either the memory of the Six Saints is wrong, or there is something wrong with what they have said.

"It's a lie!" No. 4 was haunted, always feeling that he had been deceived by these people: "Maybe it's colluding with the other side!" ”

Hearing Song Qingxiao's words, he couldn't help but reply coldly.

The monk's face showed a look of grievance, and he was about to speak out, but Song Qing interrupted his words:

"He wasn't lying."

She said this with uncertainty, and her categorical attitude made No. 4 feel that Song Qingxiao might have been lowered by this old monk.

"How do you know?" Before he could blurt out this, it wasn't long before Number Four sensed something was wrong.

In the curtain of water, the space seemed to be torn out of a crack, and an embarrassed team broke through the blockade of water vapor out of thin air and crashed headlong into the abyss of endless waters.

“……”

The person at the head was the Taoist priest who was full of embarrassment, his neat Taoist robe was torn, his scalp was flattened, his hair was hanging down on both sides, and his eyes were stained with anger.

Behind the Taoist priest, a cold-faced girl, a young man wearing a five-quarter-sleeved samurai robe, and the six saints such as Hayas, as well as a large number of embarrassed believers, at a cursory glance, the number of people in this group was as many as thirty or forty.

"Oh." Number Four grinned, "It's not that enemies don't get together. ”

The fact that the Dark faction had all arrived proved that the monk had not lied before, and that the real events and locations had changed for some unknown reason, but it was not only them who were deceived, but everyone was fooled together, and Number Four found himself in a much better mood.

After the initial stunned, the next four saw the Taoist priest's expression begin to distort.

He was a little incredulous at first, obviously he didn't expect to meet them here, and then his eyes locked on Song Qingxiao, and subconsciously reached out and touched the top of his uneven skull, and anger poured out.

The Taoist priest's eyes instantly turned red, flashing anger, resentment, and yin, and then turned into a thick murderous intent that obviously lost his mind and wanted to do whatever it takes.

"Wait." Fortunately, at the critical moment, the No. 1 indifferent girl standing behind the Taoist priest stopped his movements with a voice:

"We seem to be on the wrong track."

At this moment, the Taoist priest's heart was full of anger, and the moment he saw Song Qingxiao, the anger increased by several percent, almost burning his sanity.

Especially when he touched his bald head, he had only one thought in his heart: Lao Tzu didn't take the wrong path or not, anyway, it would be right to catch the enemy and scatter the ashes!

"Poof." No. 4 looked at the Taoist priest's face distorted by anger, and let out a sneer:

"Daoist, when did you get a haircut?"

The Taoist priest is a decent person, and this new hairstyle is a pain in his heart.

Four's sneer hit him on the spot, and immediately rekindled the barely suppressed anger in his heart.

His gaze shifted from Song Qingxiao's body to No. 4, and decided to kill this cheap-mouthed No. 4 before killing Song Qingxiao.

"You're looking for death!" As the Taoist priest spoke, his wrist flicked, and several ancient coins were detained into his palm.

"Who is dead," No. 4 had an arrogant attitude, and he did not admit defeat on his lips, but while speaking, he had already flashed back to Song Qingxiao's side, and with a firm posture of advancing and retreating with her, he shouted at the Taoist priest:

"I'll talk about it."

The atmosphere between the two was tense, and even the rest of the two teams looked vigilant.

The people of the 'dark' faction all leaned close behind the Taoist priest, showing vague hostility towards Song Qingxiao and the others, while the monks and swordsmen subconsciously moved closer to Song Qingxiao's direction.

In terms of numbers, the people of the 'dark' faction have a much greater advantage.

The back half of the magic train was loaded with a lot of believers, and after the body was torn apart by the bone dragon, most of the believers were taken away by the bone dragon, leaving only a few people down.

And this part of the dead quite a few in the attack of the bone dragon, in the end only 19 people survived.

On the contrary, the number of people from the 'Dark' faction who survived was very large, and when the magic teleportation array in the Dark River Forest was opened, Song Qing clearly sensed that there were quite a few of these believers, but at this time, there were only more than thirty believers left.

It seems that even if the Taoist priest and the others escape from the Blue Devil Lizard group, they should have paid a lot of price.

Although there are more people than the 'Light' faction, the 30 or so followers of the 'Dark' faction are much worse than the 19 remaining believers of the 'Light' faction, both in terms of complexion and condition.

All of them were more or less wounded, and seeing the tense atmosphere on both sides at this time, the expressions of these believers were also different.

The nineteen believers of the 'Bright' faction did not show panic in the face of the overwhelming number of people in the 'Dark' faction, but all subconsciously stood behind Song Qingxiao, showing a little hostility towards the Taoist priest who was domineering as soon as he came.

Song Qingxiao took in the expressions of these people at a glance, and saw that the Taoist priest was so angry with No. 4 that she was about to make a move, her divine sense seemed to be slightly plucked by some kind of breath:

"It's coming!"

As soon as her voice fell, before the others could react, Number Four was about to open his mouth to ask, 'What's coming', when he suddenly heard a silent voice from within the abyss:

'Wha-'

The sound was strange, and then the whirlpool in the water began to spin, as if a pair of large invisible hands were stirring the waters of the abyss.

The atmosphere that was originally about to erupt suddenly froze, and the two sides who were about to make a move did not have time to fight to the death, and were quickly attracted by the movement in the abyss.

At this time, the thin clouds above the head began to gather, as if to block out the bright full moon tonight.

The moonlight was obscured by the black clouds, as if it was dyed with layers of ink, and the full moon was suddenly incomplete, and the light instantly dimmed a lot.

It's just that the moonlight is not willing to be bound by the black gas, and in just a moment, a brighter silver light suddenly emanates from the moon.

The silver rays grew brighter and brighter, piercing through the blockade of black clouds and spilling from the sky everywhere they went.

The clouds that blocked the moonlight in the middle were forced to disperse, revealing a cavity like a giant disk.

The moon was shining in the sky, and the moonlight spilled down from the hole in the broken clouds, shining straight into the abyssal pool.

The rapidly turning surface of the pool began to boil, and a large number of 'cooing' blisters appeared.

As soon as he saw such a scene, the ascetic who had been hanging his head suddenly 'pounced' and knelt down into the water:

"My god of the night, you have finally reached your followers!"

His voice was hoarse, and his tone was like crying, and as soon as he spoke, the afterglow of the moon fell on him, and he saw a large amount of blood on his body turn into mist and evaporate, hovering over his head.

Samuel, Crowley, and the others knelt down one by one, muttering in a whisper, as if they were completing some ritual, trying to summon the Lord of their faith.

"They have a different purpose than we do." The swordsman approached Song Qingxiao's back and whispered.

The people of the 'Dark' faction seem to be praying to the 'Moon' Sage, and their attitude is pious and obedient, which is not an attempt to seal him in the first place.