Infinite Sims

Chapter 121
"Who is so bold?"

"It is estimated that it is another force that does not know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth!"

"Those people who are stunned, don't they think that the leader and deputy leader of the fairy alliance are here, and they can catch them all?"

When everyone in the fighting field heard the sudden sound, many people couldn't help but uttered words of ridicule.

There are Jindan cultivators with nearly [-]% of the Immortal Alliance present, and their strength is tyrannical.Lingshan was built by Xianmeng with countless manpower and material resources, and it is full of formations.

The right time, the right place and the right people, Xianmeng took advantage of the right place and the right people.

Those rebel forces hiding in Tibet like snakes and rats are only seeking their own death when they come.

"The voice... seems a little familiar."

Jiang Ren looked up at the blue and white sky, lost in thought.

Liu Houde on the side looked calm, turned his head to look at Jiang Ren, and asked, "Does Brother Aotian also think that the voice provoking the Lord of the Immortal Alliance is beyond his control?"

Jiang Ren smiled: "No, I think the other party has a lot of confidence."

Liu Houde's eyes lit up, and he asked again: "Brother Aotian, what's your opinion?"

"Xianmeng has ruled the world for nearly a hundred years, and the rebel forces have never been eliminated, but the brave and foolish people have already turned into dry bones. Since the existing rebel forces dare to attack, it proves that they are fully prepared."

Jiang Ren raised his hand and stroked his sword: "So, I am very optimistic about them."

In this world where life can be extended through practice, even if time cannot make a qualitative breakthrough in one's mind, at least it can prevent people from being too stupid to step into a trap even though they know it.

More importantly, Jiang Ren had already figured out who the owner of that voice was.

"Wuchen, hurry up and lead to death!"

The voice just now sounded again, compared to the ethereal, illusory and unreal feeling before, this time it seemed to sound from above.

"Look, heaven!"

Someone in the fighting field exclaimed, and thousands of people looked up in unison.

He saw a magnificent woman in Tsing Yi standing in mid-air.

Within a thousand feet around her, there were dozens of frightening monks. Judging from the faint fluctuations in spiritual power, they were obviously all great monks in the golden core state.

"Amitabha."

Seeing the woman in Tsing Yi, Wu Chen clasped his hands together: "Benefactor Zhao, please come and be safe."

"The century has come."

Zhao Qingyue's face was cold, and her seductive eyes were full of murderous intent: "Today, the deity is here to take your life, do you have a last word?"

A long cyan sword hovered quietly in front of her.

The powerful aura emanating from it caused many monks below to change their expressions.

"Zhao Qingyue! She is Zhao Qingyue!"

"May I ask who Zhao Qingyue is? Is she very powerful?"

"The elder of the Xuantian Sect, the leader of the Taoist sect in Liulizhou! No. 1 in the current world a hundred years ago! The strongest sword cultivator in the past thousand years!"

"Hiss, why is there no news about such a terrifying person?"

"She is not a member of the Immortal Alliance. It is normal for her deeds to not be revealed, and she has made a promise not to leave the mountain gate for a hundred years, so few people know about it."

"Calculating the time, the century-old covenant just ended a few days ago."

The monks in the fighting field whispered, thinking it was some rebel force who overestimated their capabilities, but it turned out that the tyrannical sword cultivator who hadn't left the mountain for a hundred years came with dozens of hidden golden core monks.

This time, I am afraid that the Xianmeng is in danger.

"Bad my good deeds!"

Qin Tianyu looked at the group of Golden Core cultivators in the sky with a slightly gloomy expression, knowing that this gambling fight could not go on.

"So it is."

At this moment, Nie Xian'er finally understood why Master would ignore her being threatened and even let her endure it.

"Perhaps it's not because Master doesn't like me, but because of today's scene."

"However, in the final analysis, I am just a pawn, an important and unimportant pawn."

Nie Xian'er smiled wryly in her heart. If Master was willing to tell her today's plan, she would definitely not refuse, but she didn't...

At this moment, she sensed someone coming behind her, and just about to make a move, she stopped after feeling a familiar breath.

"Xian'er, be careful!"

It was Liu Zirou who came.

Standing beside Nie Xian'er, she called out several magic weapons to defend herself, and watched the monks in the surrounding stands vigilantly.

Xian'er's master took action against Xianmeng, which meant that his face had been torn apart, and Xian'er, Zhao Qingyue's disciple, was no longer safe, so one had to be careful when someone attacked her.

As for his status as the Mister of Piao Miao Academy, and half of the Immortal Alliance, Liu Zirou didn't care. The reason why he came here as a Mister was to protect Nie Xian'er.

"Looks like things are getting interesting."

Jiang Ren smiled, feeling more and more that today is the right time.

Although Nie Xian'er didn't seem to need him to save her, she could see a wonderful drama.

"Brother Aotian, let's take a step first."

Liu Houde held his head high, patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and a strong spiritual power radiated from the inside out.

"?"

Just as Jiang Ren was about to ask, he saw Liu Houde soaring into the air.

In the entire fighting field, dozens of figures quickly rose into the air at the same time.

The aura flashed across the air, covering the skies above the fighting field in an instant, trapping Zhao Qingyue and dozens of Golden Core cultivators around her.

"Xianmeng monks, it is expected."

Jiang Ren was not surprised by this.

Obviously, Zhao Qingyue's plan has long been known by the Xianmeng, and even set a trap, waiting for her to throw herself into the trap, and the winner seems to have been decided.

but.

Reminiscent of Liu Houde's views on Qin Tianyu, Jiang Ren felt that the matter should not end so simply.

"Witch!"

Wuyu, who was silent just now, laughed loudly at this moment: "You think your whereabouts are very mysterious, but in fact, you have been under the control of our Immortal Alliance, and now you are even more trapped by our Spirit Mountain formation, and you don't know what to do." How do you feel?"

"Amitabha."

Wu Chen recited the Buddha's name and closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to see the next scene.

When the monks around saw this, many of them felt relieved.

Among these people, most of them are students of Piaomiao Academy of Xianmeng, and the rest of them are also deeply connected with Xianmeng, so naturally they don't want to see Xianmeng lose.

Unexpectedly.

Facing the formation that trapped her, neither Zhao Qingyue nor the Golden Core cultivators who were with her showed any signs of fear.

Zhao Qingyue looked at Wu Yu even more, with disdain on her face: "Ants are worthy of talking to this deity?!"

"You witch..."

Wuyu's face darkened, and just as he opened his mouth, a sudden change occurred.

Half of the Jindan monks of the Xianmeng who surrounded Zhao Qingyue and others suddenly rebelled and killed the other half of their unsuspecting colleagues.

And the trapped formation also lost its effect instantly, and dozens of monks inside all rushed towards the fairy alliance.

In an instant, blood spilled into the sky.

The corpses of Jindan cultivators fell into the fighting field below, causing screams of panic.

In just a few breaths, the killing was over.

All the Golden Core cultivators loyal to the Immortal League were killed, leaving only the cultivators brought by Zhao Qingyue and the cultivators who rebelled just now.

"Why. Why are there so many traitors in my Immortal Alliance..."

Wuyu, who was sure of winning a moment ago, is now full of fear and anxiety.

He couldn't figure out why such a good situation suddenly developed into such a situation.

At this moment.

The mood of the thousands of people below was like a roller coaster, and most of them fell into panic again.

The golden core monks in the sky set their sights on Wuyu and the high-level officials of the Immortal Alliance.

"Wuyu, you have disregarded human life, corrupted the law, and formed cliques for personal gain, causing millions of families to be broken and countless people displaced. Are you guilty?"

"Wu Chen, as the leader of the Immortal Alliance, do you know it's a crime to allow your subordinates to run amok?"

"Qin Tianyu, you have committed an unnecessary crime..."

Names and crimes were revealed one by one.

Wu Yu, Qin Tianyu, and more than a dozen high-ranking officials of the Immortal League felt that they had already fallen into a near-death situation as their crimes were announced.

"Using power for personal gain? Unnecessary crime? Is this true?"

Thousands of people around, originally thought that Zhao Qingyue and others were despicable and shameless, but now they faintly feel that the Xianmeng is the despicable and shameless party.

Otherwise, why would there be so many golden cores who are in high positions in the Xianmeng, choose to defect from the Xianmeng?

Yu Fan, who was in the crowd, was trembling. Facing the terrifying attack in mid-air just now, he hated himself for coming to this fighting field.

By the way, he also cursed at the top officials of the Immortal League, if they weren't so useless, how could he be in such a dangerous situation.

"go with!"

After all the voices fell, Zhao Qingyue stretched out her left hand and pointed at Wu Chen who had her eyes closed.

The sound of the sword sounded.

I saw the flying sword in front of Zhao Qingyue transforming into thousands of clones in an instant.

The sword light flickered, and thousands of sword shadows came out together, mixed with the sound of violent wind and thunder, blasting towards the seemingly defenseless Wu Chen with invincible power.

"Ten thousand laws do not invade me."

Just when Jian Guang was about to touch Wuchen, Wuchen opened his eyes instantly.

The golden light suddenly appeared, forming dazzling golden wheels behind him. The whole person seemed to be like a Buddha again and again, exuding an aura of compassion and majesty.

The moment the sword light touched the golden light, it cracked, shattered, and dissipated into bits of spiritual light.

But in the blink of an eye, all the sword lights disappeared.

"Wuchen, you are dead, do you still want to fight for a chance?"

Zhao Qingyue's expression remained unchanged, and there was a chill in her eyes looking at Wuchen.

"Benefactor Zhao's words are wrong."

Wuchen shook his head slightly: "The poor monk has never been in crisis, so how can he fight for a chance."

Hearing these words, Wuyu and the rest of the Immortal Alliance executives all stared at each other.

Wuchen had already delegated his power to the outside world and no longer interfered with the affairs of the leader of the Immortal Alliance, but no one would think that his power was sufficient, so many of them had the idea of ​​uniting to overthrow Wuchen.

The reason why he gave up in the end, apart from considering the stability of Xianmeng, the biggest reason was that he couldn't see how strong Wuchen was.

Judging from his words.

There must still be someone who can make a comeback, and maybe he and others don't have to die.

"I believe you must have a backhand, but no matter what backhand, it can't stop me from taking your life!"

Zhao Qingyue smiled coldly, and the cyan long sword trembled slightly.

A terrifying and violent aura emerged from the sword body, and sharp sword intents continuously flashed around.

"Benefactor Zhao, do you remember what the poor monk said?"

Wuchen looked at Zhao Qingyue, with a relaxed look on his face: "When the poor monk forced you to make a hundred-year agreement, he promised to create the fairy alliance for the sake of the dawn of the world. Now that the century has come, the poor monk has come to fulfill his promise It's time."

Zhao Qingyue frowned slightly.

Just as he was about to blast out his natal spirit sword, he found that the circulation of spiritual power suddenly stopped for a moment.

Before she could check what was going on, Lingshan suddenly vibrated, countless animals ran wildly, and countless birds flew from the forest.

A series of arrays of spiritual light emerged from the Lingshan Mountain.

At the summit hall located at the top of Lingshan Mountain, a huge golden beam of light rose out of thin air, and plunged straight into the sky.

at the same time.

All the monks on Lingshan felt that the speed of their spiritual power was obviously slowed down a little.

The effects of this trace are full range.

It is equivalent to the speed of casting spells a little slower, the speed of manipulating magic tools and treasures is a little slower, and the speed of practicing kung fu is also a little slower.

"Worst outcome"

Jiang Ren felt the change of spiritual power in his sword body, and for the first time a solemn look appeared on his face.

From today, the world may turn to another unknown road.

A path that is not known to be good or bad.

The only thing that can be known is that on that path, practitioners will no longer be the protagonists of the world.

(End of this chapter)