City Summoning System

Chapter 400
"If you don't join, you will die."

"Why are you so obsessed with righteousness and evil?"

The people who were still full of indignation before suddenly fell silent.

Yes, who is willing to die until the time of real despair?
Now is not the time in ancient times. Everyone has a chivalrous heart and can face death without fear for their beliefs, family, and dignity.

People nowadays are afraid of death!

They don't have a reason to stick to their reputation, why not do something that they can live by taking a step back?

Seeing the reactions of all the uncles present, Zhuge Yun shook his head secretly.

There was an impatient snort from outside the room door.

"Have you considered it yet?!"

"If you don't come out again, don't blame my ruthless subordinates!"

Zhuge Yun frowned and said, "Give me a little more time."

"Hmph! Dignified little Zhuge, I really never thought that you would encounter something that would take you so long to think about!" The other party's words were full of disdain.

Zhuge Yun suppressed his anger and said: "Your Majesty came with powerful troops and forced me to use force. Don't you allow me to think about it for a moment?!"

"Hahahaha! Okay, then let you think about it for a while!"

"However, only 3 minutes!"

"If I can't hear your answer in three minutes, you Zhuge family will disappear in the northwest from now on!"

The words were full of strong murderous intent, as if they had passed through the door and rushed in front of Zhuge Yun.

Zhuge Yun's face suddenly darkened.

This is the first time that the Zhuge family has been so humiliated for so many years in the northwest!
Three minutes passed quickly, and the voice outside the door sounded again, this time, with a strong killing intent and disdain.

"I thought you, Zhuge Yun, were a smart person, but I didn't expect you to be like those old antiques, indecisive, useless!"

boom!
The door was kicked to pieces, and a group of people filed in. The leader was a young man with a long sword on his waist.

The young man's face was full of disdain and arrogance, he crossed his arms, swept past Zhuge Yun and the others, and snorted coldly: "Since I don't show face like this, then my Qijue Sect won't show face!"

The 15 people following the young man were wearing black tights and covered their faces. Each of them carried two crossed long swords on their backs. Their eyes were calm, like a pool of stagnant water.

In silence, murderous intent began to spread.

"kill!"

The young man raised his hand slightly, opened his mouth, and said coldly.

The 15 people, like a machine with a switch turned on, had a flash of violence in their eyes, and they all whispered: "Yes!"

No one expected that the other party would be so decisive!

The situation changed instantly.

Zhuge Yun's complexion changed drastically, and the Heavenly Spirit Array appeared in his hands as if by a magic trick, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, he raised the Heavenly Spirit Array above his head, and roared angrily: "The world is boundless, the spirit of Suo Ling!" Formation, exchange character formation, start!"

At this moment, the Heavenly Spirit Array began to tremble crazily, and vaguely, a vast dragon roar sounded in everyone's ears.

An almost invisible faint golden light rushed out from the Tianling array, like a laser scanner, sweeping through everyone around Zhuge Yun, directly covering the entire Zhuge family.

Afterwards, the spiritual energy in the entire space seemed to start to boil, and the space became secluded and distorted.

Zhuge Yun's face turned pale in an instant, but the light on the Tianling Array became more and more dazzling.

Dozens of chains as thick as adult arms directly pierced through the void, instantly locking the young man and other masters, and the faint mighty force from the heaven and earth directly sealed all the surging qi and blood in their bodies. It was interrupted instantly.

The young man and others were instantly frozen in place as if they had been hit by a holding spell, unable to move. However, there was no panic look on the young man's face. Instead, he looked at Zhuge Yun with a hint of appreciation.

"Relying on this powerful formation cultivation, you will definitely be able to rise to great heights if you join our Qijue Sect. It is not impossible to compete with me in the future."

Immediately, he said in a regretful tone: "It's just a pity, today, you have to die."

Zhuge Yun turned a deaf ear to it, closed his eyes tightly, and whispered to the middle-aged men standing behind him: "Third Uncle, Seventh Uncle, you take people away first, here. I will hold them back for now."

"Then you must be careful yourself!"

Several middle-aged people took a deep look at Zhuge Yun, turned around resolutely and left.

This is not acting, they will not waste Zhuge Yun's time spent with his life.

Seeing a few middle-aged people wanting to leave, everyone in the Qijue Sect began to struggle to break free from the shackles of the formation. The sixteen masters exerted their strength at the same time, and the chains that bound them shook instantly, as if they might break at any time.

Zhuge Yun gritted his teeth, held the Heavenly Spirit Formation Disk in one hand, tapped his brow with the other, and muttered in a low voice. As his lips and teeth opened and closed, wisps of white mist drifted out of his mouth, forming various patterns in front of Zhuge Yun. An ancient text.

Seeing this, the young man raised the corner of his mouth and said jokingly: "It's really surprising that your Zhuge family still has such a perverted self-mutilation secret technique."

"However, what's the use even if you trap us?"

The young man grinned cruelly and said with a cruel smile: "Besides Zhuge's family, there are three other masters waiting for them."

"Hahahaha!"

Zhuge Yun's face twitched, unmoved, and continued to recite the mantra, and a faint golden light gradually appeared on the fingertips between his eyebrows.

"The Formation of Trapped Spirits, Tianyao Seven Stars, rise up!"

As soon as the voice fell, the entire room was instantly covered by raging flames. Horrific blazing waves rolled over and were blocked in this small space. The flames seemed to turn into angry dragons, roaring towards the sky.

However, the surrounding furniture did not suffer any damage, only the 16 people bound by chains were crazily attacked by the ubiquitous violent flames.

There was no trace of pain on the young man's face. Instead, he showed a crazy smile. Looking at Zhuge Yun's gray hair, he laughed wildly: "How long can you hold on?! Hahahahaha!"

"The burning flame of life, so this is what it feels like!"

Outside Zhuge's house, third uncle, seventh uncle and others were blocked by more than ten people.

There are more than a dozen warriors in strong outfits, two of them are masters.

The third uncle frowned, looked at the situation, and thought to himself: It's not good.

"Guys, where are you going?" Out of the dozen or so people, a handsome young man in ancient costume walked out with a smile on his face.

The third uncle recognized the young man almost immediately.

The young man was exactly the Qijue sect who came to Zhuge's house last time, Fu Lanfan!
"You really want to kill them all?!" Uncle Qi said with a hot temper.

Fu Lanfan smiled, spread his hands and said, "We don't want to, who told you to waste our patience over and over again?"

Third Uncle, Seventh Uncle and the others looked at each other, feeling a sense of determination in their hearts.

"It's a big deal to burn everything! Don't really think that my Zhuge family is afraid of you!" Uncle Qi's eyes surged with anger, he let out a loud shout, and burst out with energy, the ground directly under his feet shattered into a small hole, and his figure was abruptly raised Three feet, a palm slapped on his chest.

"A formation of sleepy spirits, a method of spelling!"

Uncle Qi roared, and the palm of his hand began to burst into golden light. Immediately, his aura became violent and disorderly. At this moment, his strength broke through the realm of a master.

Fu Lanfan looked at Uncle Qi, whose small universe exploded, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.

"You Zhuge family are really a bunch of lunatics. Everyone practices hard-working techniques. No wonder there are only so many people in each generation."

"on!"

With Fu Lanfan's order, more than a dozen people rushed towards Seventh Uncle, except for the two master masters, the remaining 12 people directly formed a joint attack formation and rushed towards Third Uncle and the others.

Third Uncle saw that Uncle Seven was already desperate, took a deep breath, and immediately, a trace of determination appeared in his eyes.

"Zhuge's family, there are no cowards who are afraid of death!"

A slender silver needle suddenly appeared in the third uncle's hand and was inserted directly between his eyebrows.

"The Formation of Trapped Spirits, the Art of Offering Words!"

(End of this chapter)