Chapter 121 Tantra Traitor
Xie Que continued to listen, frowning from time to time.
From the discussion between these people, we can roughly know that these people actually want to kill all the real people near the bronze coffin.
Relying on the so-called magical weapon ability called "Mingwang Soul Lock Diagram".
It can block the magic power of the Yin God, and all living beings under the Yang God are equal.
However, the warrior's Qi, blood and Gangqi power are not included in this list and can be used normally.
And these real people have already developed a method that can control Qi and blood with real people's bodies and use it like magic power.
They relied on these methods to give a thunderous blow.
The most important point is to frame him to the secret sect after the incident.
The reason is that the secret sect is too powerful in King Yan's territory.
Xie Que recalled what Master Sanxian had said before and knew that King Yan was about to rebel.
Now he wants to first solve the serious problem in the territory, that is, the secret sect.
Xie Que swam slowly, and the real people near Xiaochegou had already noticed something strange.
They felt that their Yinshen magic power was suddenly frozen and could not function at all.
The expression of the moon-robed monk representing Shuiyue Chanyuan changed drastically, and he looked at the monk headed by the secret sect: "Yun Guang, what do you mean by the secret sect?"
Yun Guang and Nan Guang Yuanshun were of the same generation, and could be regarded as the contemporary senior brothers of the secret sect.
He also looked embarrassed: "King Ming Soul Lock Diagram... This magical weapon is not something that I, the spiritual guard, can control."
But the moon-robed monk was still unyielding, and he and other real people looked coldly at the people of the secret sect: "But the only one who can achieve such an effect is the Mingwang Soul Lock of your secret sect."
Yun Guang shook his head, expressing his ignorance.
When the others saw this, they quickly wanted to get away and leave.
The few real men in the Xuanjia Army laughed heartily and came together from a distance.
"Hmph! Still want to escape?"
When Yun Guang saw those people, they were obviously familiar faces, and his face turned a little red: "Jia'an, Qianxuan..."
He actually named these real people one by one.
Everyone present was not a fool. They knew that these were King Yan's people, so they started to shout and curse one after another.
The moon-robed monk in Shuiyue Chanyuan also frowned: "Are you going to offend Shuiyue Chanyuan too?"
The man named Qian Xuan shook his head and said with a smile: "Master Huimei, you are wrong. Today, I represent the secret sect and help Yun Guang eliminate heretics like you."
He looked at Yun Guang, laughed and said, "Yun Guang, isn't the point of your secret sect that heretics are more detestable than unbelievers?"
After saying that, the real men under King Yan all burst out laughing and started chatting as if no one else was around:
"Qianxuan, when it comes to killing people and killing people, you are the best!"
"As expected of King Yan's black gloves! Qianxuan, they are absolutely stunning!"
At this time, everyone present knew the other party's purpose.
He actually wanted to catch them all in the name of the secret sect.
Other non-esoteric people, led by Master Huimei from Shuiyue Chanyuan, began to negotiate with these real people from the King of Yan Fang.
"You guys should think clearly, the forces behind us are not something that King Yan can afford to offend."
But Master Qianxuan was hiding here and there, refusing to answer the question directly: "What's the matter with King Guan Yan? I'm the Master of the Secret Sect!"
Master Huimei looked a little worried: "King Yan really wants to put an end to this matter? I'm afraid such a narrow-minded person will not be able to sit on the throne for long."
Master Qianxuan chuckled and said, "It won't bother Master Huimei anymore."
He opened his hands and said, "You don't have to say anything anymore. In the name of my master, no one present today is allowed to be spared."
At this time, a man walked out of the Xuanjia Army, wearing a mask that foreshadowed King Kong's wrath.
A female voice actually came out from under the mask: "Stop playing around, don't miss His Highness's important event."
The real people immediately fell silent.
Yun Guang's brows immediately widened and he couldn't help but sneer: "Yan Hui? It turns out he is a traitor to the secret sect."
"It's not big or small, even the master uncle doesn't know how to call him." The female voice shouted coldly, and then a long black whip was condensed from her body with energy and blood, and she whipped Yun Guang and flew away.
"traitor!"
"traitor!"
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The most famous people in the secret sect began to curse loudly.
"You guys born as warriors are really rude. It's because that old thief Yan Guang didn't teach you well, so let me, uncle, teach you a lesson for your master."
Yan Hui shouted loudly and rushed into the secret sect's location, beating them all to pieces.
Xie Que's face also darkened. Many of those people in the secret sect were familiar to him.
However, as far as he knew, these uncles of the Guang generation should all be warriors, and they should still have energy and blood left in their bodies.
Could it be that after worshiping the gods, the power of Qi and blood was completely transformed into other powers? Xie Que was a little confused.
The other real people present also looked ugly, not to mention that the people being beaten now were all secret sect members.
Maybe these secret sect people are still useful and can survive after being beaten.
The other party was so menacing, and it was obvious that he wanted to kill everyone.
The real people around him are still trying to use their magic power to conflict with the constraints of King Ming's soul lock.
Yan Hui just sneered: "Don't try. If you don't have the eighth level of thunder tribulation, don't even think about breaking this formation."
The Xuanjia army behind him actually took a few steps forward and shouted in unison, as if they were training troops.
The almost solid Qi and blood rushed to the faces of the real people, and they couldn't help but change their expressions.
It seems that the other party is serious.
Normally, if this power were placed in front of a single real person, they might not be able to attract attention.
But at this time, all the magic power of Yin Shen is blocked, but it is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
When Yan Hui finished, everyone in the secret sect was covered with wounds.
She dropped a secret scroll from her hand and said coldly:
"Others, if they want to stay alive, they have to sign him."
When the monk in Shuiyue Chanyuan saw it, his face immediately turned livid: "The third generation Tu Xin Ye Jia Mi Book."
"Do you know what you are doing?"
Yan Hui said calmly: "Of course I know."
The moon-robed monk shouted again: "After signing this book, I can only be at your disposal from now on."
Yan Hui nodded in disbelief: "If you want to survive, you have to sign it quickly. If not, you can only throw it into the river to feed the fish."
"King Yan's lackeys, die for the poor monk!"
A Zen monk seemed to be unable to hold back any longer, so he physically lifted up a thousand-jin Zen staff and rushed forward to smash it down.
"Vajra Dharmakaya? Not bad." Yan Hui just glanced at it casually. An illusory Yaksha appeared above the monk's head, and then the steel fork struck the top, annihilating the Yaksha on the spot.
Is this the power of King Ming's Soul Lock Diagram? Everyone present became frightened.
But even so, there were monks and Taoists who stepped forward fearlessly.
Yan Hui smiled disdainfully, and the shadows of Yaksha appeared one after another, and a few more corpses were added to the ground.
Xie Que quietly walked to the end of the Xuanjia Army and secretly dragged one person away without alerting anyone.
When he reappeared, he was already dressed as a soldier.
Xie Que held a silver-white stone in his hand, into which Qi and blood power was continuously fed.
Just seeing these Xuanjia soldiers holding this thing in their hands, he guessed that this was the key to the Qi and Blood Formation.
Xie Que asked his colleagues on the side: "What are we going to do in this operation?"
The soldier looked dazed for a while and lowered his voice: "According to rumors, they are going to take action against the Demon Suppression Division. Those guys have been weighing on us for more than a day or two."
There was a hint of dissatisfaction on his face: "You must know that in this Yan land and in this Jinmen City, I, the King of Yan, am the real master, and the Xuanjia Army is the real defender of the stability of Jinmen!"
Xie Que nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that if this trouble was not solved, the secret sect would really be in disaster.
Just let the real people sign the so-called secret book and then hide them.
Just one more trace of secret sect power can cause chaos.
Even with the naked eye, anyone can see that this is a frame-up for the secret sect.
But what King Yan wanted was a reason to disturb the secret sect.
Only by poaching the most important people in the territory could he dare to take the first step in rebellion.
And from what he said, the Dharma King in the secret sect has been restrained.
The master is probably the only one left with high-end combat power today.
If these real people all signed the so-called secret book, King Yan's side would probably have a lot more Dao-level combat power.
Xie Que did not count them in detail. There have been many fewer people near Xiaochegou in the past few days.
But there are at least thirty more people who have entered the Tao, which is not a small number.
Xie Que channeled a trace of secret energy into the silver-white stone in his hand, and continued to fumble along with the energy and blood gathered by the Xuanjia Army.
Based on his many years of experience in playing with qi and blood, Xie Que quickly found several key nodes for qi and blood to condense.
With a sudden thought, he used Gang Qi to cut off the veins, and quickly retracted it, for fear of being discovered.
Suddenly, a Daoist Daoist from King Yan's side suddenly changed his expression on the spot.
He discovered that the energy and blood power in his body suddenly disappeared.
But the next moment, the energy and blood power returned to the real person's body.
He couldn't help but exhale, it seemed that there was no problem with the formation.
If something went wrong with this formation, we would have to rely on these low-level warriors.
Although these real people who have entered the Tao do not practice Qi and blood martial arts, their physiques are not too weak under the nourishment of mana, Yin Shen, and thunder and calamity.
It may even be much stronger than a martial arts master.
At that time, if anyone escapes, it will be a disaster.
Now it is only possible to completely suppress these people by relying on these Daoist Daoists to control their huge energy and blood.
At this time, a Zen monk had already signed the secret book.
Immediately, his body turned dark and his hair was curly, like a Kunlun slave from the far west.
Everyone knows that this is the symbol of Yaksha transformation, and from now on you can only listen to the orders of the owner of this secret book.
There were also eminent monks who refused to give in and immolated themselves immediately, leaving a relic on the spot.
Xie Quejian seemed to be unable to delay it any longer.
It was because of the huge Gang Qi lurking in the Qi and Blood Formation that he kept pushing away the soldiers in front of him.
"Come on, come on, everyone, let me go forward first and have a glimpse of the real person!"
"Comrade, please step aside, I stepped on your foot..."
"It's okay, you don't have to say sorry, and you didn't put your foot here on purpose."
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Under the hypnosis of Wu Chou's facial makeup, these low-level warriors did not find it strange.
Instead, they all took the initiative to make way for Xie Que.
Xie Que had an unimpeded journey and soon arrived only a few hundred meters away from the ditch.
There is only a few tens of meters away from the real person Yan Wangfang.
His huge Gang Qi is already in place at any time, and he can cut off all Qi and blood links with just a thought.
But capturing the thief first and capturing the king will only cut off the energy and blood. They may have other means.
In particular, the picture of King Ming's Soul Lock in Yan Hui's hand made Xie Que a little afraid.
Following this, an invisible reward fell into Xie Que's hand.
With a thought in his mind, the effect of the illusion on the invisible face increased again.
In the eyes of outsiders, he has completely integrated into the Xuanjia Army, without any sense of alienation.
Judging from his temperament, at least he is a veteran who has been struggling for decades at the end of the term.
He stepped forward, and the martial arts masters in front of him who had never seen Xie Que's appearance didn't find it strange.
He just asked: "Why are you coming forward? This is not the place for an innate warrior like you, get down quickly."
Xie Que shook his head: "Sir, I want to see the Taoist master!"
The martial arts master also nodded as if possessed by a demon: "Pay attention to safety."
Xie Que hummed and walked forward again.
After spending all the new reward money again, Xie Que was behind Yan Hui in an instant.
Actually, even a few Taoist Daoists didn't find it strange.
After all, the magic power of the Yin Gods has been sealed, and their perception and resistance to illusions have been reduced to a minimum.
Xie Que stretched out his hand and patted Yan Hui on the shoulder.
Yan Hui turned to look at Xie Que, and there was also a confused look under the Vajra mask.
"Sir, what level are you at?"
Yan Hui was a little confused, but he still answered like a ghost: "Five-Leaf Spirit Guard, what's wrong?"