"Senior Sister Ding, which of these two paths does Senior Sister plan to choose?" After listening to Ding Lu finish talking about all the two paths, the little monk Huiyuan smiled with understanding.

"What are you laughing at?" Ding Lu rolled his eyes at the little monk angrily, "Of course I chose the second path." I don't have a true element now, and I can't use mana. Go up and argue with the Thousand Illusion Venerable, is it possible to find death?"

"Hehe! What I'm laughing at is Senior Sister Ding, you always say this on your lips, but in fact, what you do is always different from what you say. The little monk scratched his head and continued to smile and said, "Fortunately, Senior Sister Ding, you are not a monk. Otherwise, you will have to go to hell with your tongue plucked. ”

"Bah, bah, bah, when is this, you still curse me? If I die, I won't let you go!" Ding Lu smacked the little monk a few times in a row, and his eyes were about to turn into sanitary balls, "Besides, where do I have a disagreement? I didn't plan to help He Zhi." On the Thousand Illusion Venerable's side, I'm not going to look for death. But well...... Gongsun Wuji is different!"

Ding Lu said as he spoke, and his gaze quickly fell on the other martial artists.

At this time, the massacre in the main hall was still going on. The two subordinates brought by Gongsun Wuji were certainly powerful, but those warriors were not left to their death.

Under the influence of the bloodline, these warriors are far from being opponents, but they have all been the top powerhouses in the world, and they can barely dodge a few moves.

Moreover, there are at least sixty or seventy warriors in the main hall combined, and in the case of Gongsun Wuji himself being restrained by the drunkard swordsman, it is not so easy to kill them one by one with only his two men.

However, the little monk Huiyuan still felt a little strange. Since Gongsun Wuji has already begun to kill, the targets he chooses are mainly those martial artists. On the contrary, a few people from their free faction, as if they were ignored by Gongsun Wuji's two subordinates intentionally or unintentionally, did not make a move against them.

"Hmph! Gongsun Wuji is probably still thinking of something else. He felt that he was in control of the situation, so he had already started to think about the aftermath. You see that he is killing now, all of them are martial artists of the high-level bloodline of the Martial Saint Realm. Killing them would be tantamount to weakening the strength of the Thousand Illusion Venerable. And those of us, on the one hand, have no power to fight back, and he doesn't have to be afraid of us causing trouble. On the other hand, I'm afraid he's still thinking about controlling us afterwards as a good card to contain the Thousand Illusions Venerable. ”

Ding Lu deserves to be a disciple of the big faction, and he saw through Gongsun Wuji's mind at a glance.

"That Thousand Illusion Venerable, I can't do anything about him. But this grandson is Mowgli...... If I don't make some trouble for him, how can I swallow this breath!" Ding Lu's heart has never been big.

Thinking that after he came to the Martial Saint Realm, he was actually deceived by Gongsun Wuji, Ding Lu was angry.

As soon as the last few words were finished through gritted teeth, Ding Lu had already sneaked towards a martial artist seat next to him.

That was the seat that originally asked the Heavenly Gate. However, only the young warrior in white was left in this seat. This young warrior, like the red-dressed girl Suzaku, is also the owner of the Yipin bloodline. Right now, he is struggling to resist the pain of boiling blood, and the whole person can't move.

"Hey, I don't have time to talk to you. Listen carefully, hold Yuan Shouyi, and don't move. Zhenyuan walked with my needle. Ding Lu said as he took out a complete set of silver needles for acupuncture. She pulled out one like a stream, and without hesitation, she stabbed at the young warrior.

This young martial artist was able to enter the Wentian Gate at a young age, in addition to being a first-class bloodline on his body, his own qualifications and understanding were naturally extremely outstanding.

As soon as Ding Lu said this, he immediately understood that this was a helper, and immediately paid full attention, enduring the pain and following the mantra Ding Lu said.

Ding Luyun pointed like the wind, and he didn't talk to the young martial artist who asked Tianmen. In a few breaths, seven or eight silver needles started from the young martial artist's dantian and pierced all the way to the back of the neck.

The young warrior's true yuan also followed Ding Lu's silver needle all the way up. Finally, it intersected with the power of the bloodline at the back of the neck, and rushed into the sea of knowledge.

At that moment, the young warrior only felt as if he had been hit with a sledgehammer, his eyes were dizzy, and he was so disgusted that he wanted to vomit, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood really spurted out of his mouth.

However, just when the young warrior was panicking in his heart, thinking that he had gone mad, the feeling of dizziness gradually faded. At the same time, the young martial artist suddenly felt that the feeling in his body as if even his blood was about to boil became much lighter!

"Okay! Remember, this set of methods can only help you suppress the power of the bloodline for three hundred breaths! Once the three hundred breaths arrive, it will be the same as it was just now. Go!" Ding Lu said without a pause, his hands pulled out the silver needle from the young warrior's body like a flower, and finally slapped him behind the back, pushing him up from his position.

"Ahh

Although among the three representatives of Wentianmen, his strength is the weakest one. But he is also a grandmaster in the realm of transformation, and he still has the ability to sweep the array next to him and give a shot to the drunkard swordsman.

And Ding Lu, who sent away the young warrior, still did not pause at all, and walked directly to the narrator's table again.

Just now, Ding Lu asked the Tianmen martial artists about the whole process of suppressing the power of the bloodline, and the martial artists at the next few tables all saw it. So this time, Ding Lu didn't even need to explain, and directly pricked it with a silver needle.

A moment later, several warriors rose up one after another, roaring angrily and pounced on Gongsun Wuji and his two men.

At this time, they also understood that Gongsun Wuji and the Faceless Thousand Illusion Venerable were going to kill them! If they wanted to live, they had to fight back desperately.

Although after sealing the power of the bloodline, these warriors from the big faction themselves are very uncomfortable, and they are even inferior to Gongsun Wuji and the two under him in terms of strength. But as the saying goes, "a good man can't stand up to a lot of people".

There are too many top masters in this martial arts arena. Gongsun Wuji and his two subordinates did not have the strength to absolutely crush Jiang Yuetian in the realm.

As more and more people on Ding Lu's side helped suppress the power of the bloodline, Gongsun Wuji and his gang fell into a bitter battle.

Moreover, these warriors who were healed by Ding Lu are not fools. They also all knew that it was useless to just entangle Gongsun Wuji and his group! The Faceless Thousand Illusion Venerable was now only attacking He Zhi, but once He Zhi was completely defeated, he would not let everyone here go either!

Therefore, after seeing that there were enough people to entangle Gongsun Wuji and his gang, there were also warriors who gritted their teeth and rushed up to help He Zhi find trouble with the Thousand Illusion Venerable.