Chapter 1182 The two sides meet on the 50th floor
"You bastard, you turned around!"
Seeing the messy attic hall, Ming Sijiu was furious.
Holding the white jade hairpin, she walked upstairs slowly, and the wooden stairs creaked violently.
It was very dark in the attic, and the inside of the windows were coated with a layer of light-blocking dye, which basically prevented light from entering.
Moreover, the intruders also took away the lampstand, leaving the hall without lighting.
Climbing up to five floors, Ming Sijiu found that every floor was turned upside down.
Those precious treasures and classics were randomly thrown on the ground.
The intruder has no interest in these things, as if looking for something.
But Ming Sijiu couldn't guess exactly what he was looking for.
On the forty-seventh floor of Wentian Pavilion, Mo Junrong and Hong Rang, with thirty-six Tianming Palace disciples, rummaged frantically for the handle of the axe.
They did find several objects resembling ax handles in various materials such as metal, rock, and wood.
Hong Rang put all these things into the black jade box of Xingchen Rongkong, planning to take them back and carefully distinguish them.
At this time, a disciple suddenly reminded: "Senior brother Mo, the formation we arranged outside has been breached."
Mo Junrong was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "It must be someone from Qian Yunzong.
Except for the thirty-eight in our hands, smash all the other lampstands and be ready to fight at any time. "
Hong Rang next to him asked: "Brother Mo, who do you think it would be?"
"The hidden mirror formation and the tortoise shell formation that we jointly arranged are very strong in defense, and the cultivation level of the incoming person is definitely not low.
I guess it's Ming Sishou! "
Another disciple laughed loudly: "Everyone, don't be nervous, if you can't use Qi Jin and the power of heaven and earth in Tiange, everyone is an ordinary person.
Only relying on skills to fight, more than 30 of us are afraid that she will not succeed. "
Mo Junrong nodded in approval: "That's right, everyone can't practice martial arts, and having a large number of people is the biggest advantage.
Let's get closer to each other so we don't get attacked. "
As he said that, Mo Junrong took out the porcelain bottle again, and quietly poured the soul-breaking smoke into the firestone sword coral.
Since everyone can't use martial arts, wouldn't using poison be the best way.
Down below, Ming Siqiu walked quickly, chasing layer by layer.
After a while, she had chased to the forty-eighth floor, and Mo Junrong and the others happened to arrive at the fiftieth floor.
Ming Siqiu lifted his foot up the stairs, and suddenly felt a faint vibration.
It was the vibration of sound, coming down from upstairs.
Catch up!
She turned over and stepped on the handrail of the stairs, moving her toes like a dragonfly on water, pushing her body lightly upward.
The stairs of Wentian Pavilion are very old, and the wooden steps will make obvious creaking noises when stepped on.
But the handrails of the stairs are firmly connected to each floor, and there will be no sound when stepping on them.
Ming Sijiu took advantage of this characteristic and approached the intruder.
On the forty-ninth floor, she could already hear the sound of chaotic footsteps above, as well as faint voices.
Wait, these footsteps sound a little too much!
So there were more than three intruders?
It doesn't matter, let's arrest this group of people first, and we can't let them continue to rummaging through things.
Ming Siqiu quietly approached the stairs, then jumped out and attacked the nearest figure with a wave of his palm.
There was only a crisp click, and the figure was split into two.
It doesn't feel right in the hand, it seems to be a stick, and the sound of breaking should be a wooden stick.
Ming Sichou knew that he had been duped, and immediately retreated with a slid step to create a distance.
At the same time, on the opposite side of the fifty-story pavilion, thirty-eight lampstands were lit up.
The soft light released by the lampstand illuminates most of the pavilion.
Through the light, Ming Sijiu saw a robe lying on the stairs.
And the brackets in the robe, which were simply tied with wooden sticks, had been photographed into pieces.
"Elder Ming Siju, please stay safe!"
A leisurely voice sounded from the opposite side, very familiar.
Ming Siqiu raised his head and stared, his heart suddenly sank.
There were thirty-eight practitioners on the opposite side, and the leader was actually Mo Junrong.
Mo Junrong has already joined the Destiny Palace, so the remaining thirty-seven people are all Destiny Palace cultivators.
It's tricky, the cultivators of Destiny Palace are not bad, and there are a bit too many people right now.
In this Wentian Pavilion full of spell-breaking effects, he really might not be able to beat it.
Whether you can win is another matter, and you must not be at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.
Ming Siqiu pointed at Mo Junrong's nose and cursed: "You bastard, this is the forbidden area of Qianyun Sect, get out immediately!
I will definitely double the compensation to Tianming Palace for all the losses you caused today.
What, you don't leave?
Since you want to stay so much, just stay with your life! "
Mo Junrong was smiling confidently all over his face, and he had already seen it.
Ming Sijiao had loud thunder and little rain, so he didn't dare to take the initiative to make a move, obviously he was not sure.
"Hahahaha, Elder Ming Sijiu, don't just talk but don't practice!
Come, take our lives!
It seems that you don't dare, it's very difficult for one against thirty-eight, right? "
Mo Junrong held the sword in his right hand and put his left hand behind his back, signaling to the others to prepare.
He still said: "Elder Su Wenming Sijiu possesses unparalleled beauty in the world, and a look of affection can make anyone in the world fall in love with him.
Today, we are fortunate enough to be in close contact, and we don't mind having a taste of this world's unparalleled taste. "
Ming Siqiu didn't answer, nor did he curse.
Her eyes flickered, and she quickly thought about the strategy against the enemy in her mind.
Mo Junrong made foul language, wanting to make himself angry and take the initiative to attack.
I can't be led by the nose by Mo Junrong, I have to take the initiative.
She has been in charge of the Wentian Pavilion for many years, and she is very familiar with the things placed inside, especially the exhibits below the six hundredth floor.
This is fifty floors.
If I remember correctly, a double amulet and a separate amulet are stored on the fifty floor.
These two talisman papers are treasures handed down five hundred years ago.
Relying on these two talisman papers, even if she couldn't defeat Mo Junrong and the others, she still had a chance to escape.
Recalling carefully, the two talisman papers should be kept in a glazed box and placed on the third row of display racks on the right side of the pavilion.
She swung the white jade hairpin in her hand twice, and the hairpin grew rapidly and changed its shape.
In the end, the two-inch long white jade hairpin turned into a four-foot thin jade sword.
On the opposite side, Mo Junrong and the others saw Ming Siqiu brighten their weapons, and they also raised their weapons one after another, forming an formation and approaching calmly.
Ming Sijiu struck first, and the sharp sword lifted two pieces of the floor.
The sword of the wrist smashed the floor, and then swept the horizontal sword, throwing all the sharpened wooden cones at the enemy.
Since they couldn't mobilize energy to cast the barrier, facing so many flying pieces of wood, the disciples of Tianming Palace had no choice but to use the most primitive method.
Either hide, or use weapons to block.
They were not used to this way of fighting, and they were in a hurry for a while.
Ming Sijiu took the opportunity to step sideways to the right, and his body flew down to the right side of the pavilion lightly like catkins.
In the third row of display racks, there were indeed two glazed boxes.
There is a piece of talisman paper stored in each box, which is the two pieces in Ming Sijiu's memory.
She raised the hilt of her sword, smashed two glass boxes, and took out the talisman paper inside.
The talisman paper needs to be injected with power to activate it. It cannot provide the power of heaven and earth or vigor, but there is another way.