Wang Mou landed from the air, looking at the corpse of Feng Qiusha who had fallen to the ground and separated from his body, he couldn't help but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but as Wang Mou spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Xianggong, how are you, you don't have anything to do. Zhu Bi looked at Wang Mou like this, and hurriedly rushed forward to support Wang Mou, looking at Wang Mou with a concerned expression.

Wang Mou wiped the blood on his mouth and smiled at Zhu Bi. "It's fine, I'm just a little tired. ”

After speaking, Wang Mou sat down with Zhu Bi's support, closed his eyes, and carefully began to condition his body.

While recovering the person's own spiritual power, he reminisced about the battle.

In fact, this battle is a big gamble for Wang Mou, because no matter how strong Wang Mou is in other aspects, but in front of the two hard indicators of cultivation and realm, Wang Mou really has no comparison, if it is really such a normal battle, Wang Mou dares to conclude that he can't resist for five minutes.

But because of Wang Mou's extreme dislike for something called a traitor, Wang Mou set up this battle that was extremely unfavorable to Wang Mou, and used this probability of almost impossible success to achieve the great happiness in his heart.

Therefore, Wang Mou came up with a very simple deception, using his own wishful treasure to pretend to be a magic weapon of the evil sect, in order to trick Feng Qiusha into pouring out Confucian exercises to fight.

Because although Feng Qiusha has lost his Taoist heart now, he can't be regarded as a Confucian monk in the strict sense, but I have to say that there are some things that Feng Qiusha has developed over the years, intentionally or unintentionally, such as thinking that he is still a Confucian monk, and he is used to using Confucian methods to deal with things from evil sects, for example.

So in this case, Wang Mou took advantage of Feng Qiusha's current mental instability and his uncontrollable eagerness for quick success in the face of the results of the battle to set up this situation, and it can be said that the failure of Feng Qiusha is inevitable and unavoidable.

However, hundreds of years is the designer of this situation, but Wang Mou is not 100% sure that this game will really be effective, this game is actually a gamble of Wang Mou, although the integration is generally certain, but what variables have been produced in this is really uncontrollable, this victory did not pay too much price, in fact, it is also the reason for their own luck.

All in all, the outcome has been decided, but the process is uncertain, and it is the result of God's favor that I can complete a game so smoothly.

"Alas, Lao Wang, you said that there will be no more strange enemies, such as this Jia Cai who has become a pen, or this crazy wind and sand. Jia Nanxun also came to Wang Mou's side at this time, and asked helplessly, to be honest, he was really a little panicked about such a situation, he really didn't want to continue fighting, he was really tired, not only tired, but also very tired.

Wang Mou glanced at Jia Cai in the distance, and Feng Qiusha, who was not far from his body at this time, and couldn't help but sigh. "Alas, is this, there should be none, like such a place, it is enough to have such two people, and it would be a bit of a waste if there are more, alas, it is so tragic to think that such a place that is not the main battlefield is so miserable, so it is like the Xinglin Forum that is the main battlefield at this time, so what will the battle situation be?"

Jia Nanxun listened to Wang Mou say this, and also had a little sad atmosphere, indeed, it seems that his current situation has caused two deaths, so what kind of situation is the Xinglin Forum, that must not be a river of blood? Alas, what a sin, in the Confucian holy land of Confucianism, which has not provoked swords for thousands of years, Bailu Academy, has produced such a situation, which really makes people feel a little sad.

In fact, the fact is that as Wang Mou and Jia Nanxun thought, the entire Xinglin pulpit has now become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the cultivators whose main characteristics are long life spans are really no different from a mortal in this battle, and you can see the severed limbs and remnants everywhere, and the appearance of a human area.

For example, Du Liuzhi and Li Zhuang, who are closer to Wang Mou, are actually in good shape, although they don't have much advantage in the battle with their opponents, they are basically even, and there is no problem at all for a while.

But this is not the case with others, because this group of many sects involved in the plans of the Middle-earth royal family are prepared after all, and those who did not participate in the rebellion are not prepared at all, although the strength of these two parties should be about the same, but this point is already superior, so in fact, if they continue to fight, there is a great possibility that a group of people from the White Deer Academy will actually fail.

However, although the words are said to be so, in fact, there is still a big reversal in this battle, that is, the battle between the mysterious worship and the saint in the center of the Xinglin pulpit at this time.

It can be said that whoever wins in the end will have a big impact on the final outcome of this battle in the end.

If it is this mysterious worship victory, then with his strange puppet silk, he has plenty of time to manipulate those who are not involved in the rebellion, and it is easy to achieve victory.

And if the saint wins, as the real controller of the White Deer Academy, it is really not too difficult to solve the problems in the entire White Deer Academy.

Therefore, although the current situation is somewhat unfavorable for a group of people in the White Deer Academy, as long as the saint is not defeated, then the entire battle situation will not be defeated.

At this time, the real two protagonists of this battle did not show too much anxiety at this time, although the battle between these two people could not be said to be unpopular, but they did not see too much fire, more like two old friends were fighting here. Today's Literature Network

"Sage, don't you feel heartache when you look at the corpses all over the place, there are many of them here from your White Deer Academy. The mysterious worshipper smiled at the saint with a mocking look in his eyes.

"They died for the right path in their hearts, and they heard the truth, and they could die at night. The saint said with a pale face, although his words were so, but the saint's heart was extremely struggling, like this situation, the saint was really heartbroken.

You must know that Confucianism cultivates a talent far more than other sects, and a qualified Confucian disciple must at least have a certain attack ability from the Creation Realm.

Therefore, in this battle, most of the backbone of the White Deer Academy was lost by its own academy, how could this make the saint not feel heartache? This means that after this battle, even if the battle is won, then the entire academy is equivalent to losing an entire class of people, which is a problem like a catastrophe for that general.

"Sage, what are you pretending to be in front of me, as a puppet master, the first thing to do is to understand the expressions of others, you are actually very heartbroken now, right, hehe, the entire academy has lost a lot of backbone, and you should not be able to slow down your vitality for hundreds of years. The mysterious worshipper said with a mocking expression.

When the saint heard this puppeteer say this, he couldn't help but miss a little distracted, and accidentally missed a flaw, after all, this mysterious worship is also the peak combat power of the entire continent, how could he not see such a flaw, and directly wound a puppet silk around the saint's body.

"Hmph, break!" The sage looked at this wishful treasure silk and snorted viciously, directly breaking the puppet silk. 、

The puppeteer saw that his attack did not work, and he was not annoyed at all, but said with a smile: "Sage, as a senior who has been famous for many years, you shouldn't know about the taboo of distraction in battle, so how can you do it again? Could it be that I said it? ha." ”

Even if the saint had a good cultivation at this time, he was a little angry, and directly took out a pen and wrote an article in the sky.

It took less than a second from the beginning to the end of this article, which was so fast that even the puppeteer didn't react.

And when this article was written, a powerful Confucian aura burst out from above, and for a while, all the people of Bailu Academy felt a strong impact in their bodies, but this impact did not cause the slightest harm to themselves, but instead healed some wounds in their bodies, and even some people who were about to have spiritual power felt a stream of spiritual power coming out of their bodies.

The puppeteer saw that the people present had undergone such a big change, and his own side, which had already faintly had a winning momentum, instantly became the side that was pressed and beaten, but the puppeteer did not feel the slightest anger, but said to the saint with a smile.

"Sage, this article should be Haoran righteousness, tsk, heaven and earth have righteousness, vast and eternal, really good article, good article with the saint you this pen, alas, if it weren't for the position relationship between the two of us, I could really sit here and read this word for a day, it's a pity, it's a pity. ”

The saint looked at the puppeteer, if he didn't know what kind of murderer he was, maybe the saint would have really been deceived by him, thinking that he was an ordinary monk who loved elegance.

But after all, a saint is a person who knows what kind of guy this guy is, a person who can train all the people of a sect to be his own puppet, how can he be such a person with a vassal and elegant interest.

"Hehe, if you're interested, I'll write a picture for you to read every day, as long as you can retire from the army. The saint held the pen in his hand and looked at the puppeteer coldly.

The puppeteer also smiled when he heard the saint say this, and said with a smile as he looked at the saint.

"Alas, I really want to agree to the conditions, but I'm sorry, we have different positions, besides, if you give me a pair of words to write, shouldn't you write them with a pen?"

After the puppeteer said this, the saint immediately felt an extremely bad feeling. "Your purpose is to be a pen!"

"Teacher, don't worry, Wang Mou and they have already gone to the school temple, and there will be no problem with the Cangsheng pen under their protection. And just when the saint felt extremely bad, Li Zhuang, who was blessed by the saint's heroic righteousness and had a certain advantage, said to the saint.

When the sage heard Li Zhuang say this, he exhaled a long breath, fortunately, with Wang Mou's kid, it is indeed unlikely that there will be any problems, after all, Wang Mou's kid doesn't have much, there are only many ways, where is he, unless the strength on the other side is completely overwhelming, it is impossible to have any impact on Wang Mou and them.

And just when the sage just put his mind at ease, one of the puppeteer's actions made the sage's heart rise again, because the puppeteer lifted his index finger, and this index finger was connected to a puppet wire, and the direction in which this puppet silk extended was the direction of the temple.

(To be continued)