Pan Jingyuan nodded suddenly in understanding, and secretly said that this is the case, so everything makes sense, but he still has some doubts.

"However, after the spiritual milk was taken away by Daoyou, as far as I know, you did not suffer any harm, but it was Daoyou who leaked the news of my disciples of Shenfu Mountain, which caused serious losses to the disciples of my Shenfu Mountain. The only two of them were also seriously injured and dying when they were found dozens of miles away from the Divine Servant Mountain, so it was my Divine Servant Mountain that suffered a big loss, why did Daoist friends still shout and kill my Divine Servant Mountain?"

Mingxin laughed out loud after listening to Pan Jingyuan's slightly complaining words, and said, "If I run fast, do you think I can still stand here?" Besides, I think I need any more reason for you? Just because I want to rectify your Divine Servant Mountain, there will be a large number of scattered cultivators behind me to support me!"

Mingxin raised his eyes and glanced at the scattered cultivators in the surrounding heavens and earth, and shouted with luck and blood: "All Daoist friends can support me in crusading against the Divine Servant Mountain!"

The relationship between the scattered cultivators and the forces is now irresolvable, even if the force before the Divine Servant Mountain that exploited them is now only renamed the Divine Servant Mountain, it will not be able to escape the involvement.

"I'm waiting to raise my hands to support the Blood God Son senior!"

"If the predecessors of the Blood God Son open a hole in the Divine Servant Mountain, we will definitely help with all our might!"

The scattered cultivators of the foundation building period who were watching the battle from a distance looked at each other a few times, and also expressed their opinions.

"We are also supporting the Blood God Son Daoist. ”

"As long as Daoist friends have the ability to open the Divine Servant Mountain to protect the mountain and severely damage a Divine Servant Mountain Foundation Stage Monk, we will inevitably rush up. ”

"It's all up to the Taoist!"

Facing the pressure given by many scattered cultivators, Mingxin's face was extremely arrogant, while Pan Jingyuan's face was a little ugly.

Pan Jingyuan thought about the pros and cons again and again, and finally relented: "Daoist friends are unhappy with my Divine Servant Mountain, there must be something wrong, right? It's still the sentence just now, as long as Daoist friends say it, my Divine Servant Mountain can definitely help!"

Mingxin waved his hand and said, "I'll talk about this later, I just want to see what skills you have to capture me." Three moves, if I am captured by you after three moves, I will be at your disposal.

But if I hadn't been captured by you... At that time, it was not up to you to help me, but I had to do whatever I wanted you to do, otherwise don't blame me for being rude, can you do it?"

Pan Jingyuan frowned, his eyes were full of sorrow, and he sent a message to Mingxin: "Fellow Daoist... You... It's pushing me!"

"Hahahaha!!" Mingxin laughed out loud, full of disdain in his laughter, and then laughed loudly, grinning arrogantly at Pan Jingyuan: "Grandson!

On the Shenfu Mountain below, three men, two women and five monks looked at the sky from a pavilion, and there happened to be Jia Lang and Cheng Zhuang among them.

The atmosphere in the pavilion was deadly silent, everyone was using the most powerful perseverance in this life to frantically suppress the violent killing intent in their hearts, and there was not a single disciple in the hundreds of meters around the pavilion.

"Why did the mountain lord endure him..."

"Why? I want to ask. ”

"The lord of the mountain told us not to move, to be patient, you all understand the lord of the mountain. ”

"Understand him? No, no one understands him, no one knows what he wants to do! No one knows where he came from! No one knows where he has so many excellent cultivation resources!"

"But your and my lives are in the hands of the mountain lord, as long as he moves his heart, we all have to die, and we can only be loyal to the mountain lord. ”

The five of them looked at the heavenly Mingxin, and the violent killing intent in their eyes gradually calmed down as they spoke to each other.

As the man said, their lives are not in their own hands, there is no way to go except to be loyal to Pan Jingyuan, loyal to him, naturally have to understand Pan Jingyuan.

The five of them were furious, why wasn't Pan Jingyuan? And Pan Jingyuan was still indifferent, so naturally they couldn't go against Pan Jingyuan.

Pan Jingyuan was constantly provoked by Mingxin, and now he was directly slapped in the face, and the anger in his heart was ten times stronger than the five people in the pavilion below!

How long has it been? How long has no one dared to speak to him like this? Who else but that person dared to have the slightest disrespect for him?

Pan Jingyuan stretched out his trembling hand, pointed at Mingxin, his face was slightly pale, and his tone was a little trembling: "No... With three moves, one... One trick is enough. ”

Mingxin looked at Pan Jingyuan in slight surprise, he didn't expect that Pan Jingyuan could still control his emotions after being slapped in the face like this, and he also released such a cruel sentence that didn't look like a cruel word, which was really not simple.

"Okay, respect your choice, come on, I won't move!" Mingxin's tone also became serious, and now he really faced Pan Jingyuan.

Pan Jingyuan took a deep breath to adjust his mentality, and after his face became rosy again, he looked at Mingxin calmly, the aura around his body surged, and his hands began to change his pinch.

After a delay of two seconds, a foot in front of Pan Jingyuan, a net pocket of the same height as his body appeared.

The net pocket is light purple, but the color is gradually deepening, and there is a faint flow of electric light, and at the same time, at the moment when the net pocket appears, Pan Jingyuan's face suddenly turned white, sickly white!

As soon as the net pocket appeared, Mingxin felt a terrifying force from it, and his heart suddenly beat faster.

This was the first time Mingxin had seen Monk Zhuji cast a spell, which made him think that this kind of power was the power that Monk Zhuji should have, but he always felt that this net pocket seemed to be extremely unsimple.

Pan Jingyuan made a move, and many scattered cultivators around him stared intently, for fear of missing a little process.

In the pavilion above the Divine Servant Mountain, there was a crazy laughter, but it was Cheng Zhuang who was laughing unscrupulously.

"Hahaha! What kind of blood god son is so arrogant, today's fate is his own doing, it's really happy!

Not only Cheng Zhuang was laughing, but the other four people had more or less a smile on their faces, different from Cheng Zhuang's laughter, their smiles were full of sarcasm.

"Arrogant people will always end up miserable. ”

"I stole the spiritual milk, broke through the foundation building period, and thought that the world was invincible? ”

"The newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, who didn't come here at that time? It's just that we are all still alive, and this son of the blood god is probably going to die here. ”

Jia Lang, the only one who didn't speak, patted Cheng Zhuang, who was still laughing, and said, "Laughing so happily, is it possible that you still want to be captured by the mountain master with this method again? ”

Cheng Zhuang stopped laughing, looked at Jia Lang and continued to laugh twice, then looked at Ming Xin, shook his head and said, "I'm not just laughing at the Blood God Son to be captured." It's all the more because I seem to see my original shadow from him. ”

"Hahaha, you were also arrogant and insisted on letting the mountain master strike first, I think your fate is also the fate of the blood god son. ”

In the pavilion, the previous silence has changed, and the atmosphere has become extremely relaxed and active.

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