Female supporting role: I have a leverage system

Wuchen's conditions were all laid out. The other three gods in the stage of transformation couldn't afford to lose that person if they wanted to change their words, so they could only give up the plan bitterly and wait for another day to find opportunities.

Wen Yin was frightened, thinking that she must get Fengxiang Pavilion's Breath Condensation Mask.

If this group of high-level monks in Nanhuang really have no integrity and want to arrest her for a hundred places, she can't guard against thieves all the time, right?

The leader of the Qingyu Sect, Zhao Xingzhi, looked ugly. Because of Wuchen, their Qingyu Sect had already deposed a genius with alien spiritual roots.

Damn it, everyone is dead. No matter how long Wen Yin's life span is, it can only be a hundred years... but he is still so unrelenting.

Zhao Xingzhi felt that if he agreed to Wuchen's conditions now, he would no longer be the leader of the first sect in the Southern Wilderness.

This will also be a lifelong shame for him and a shame for the entire Southern Wilderness.

Clay figurines all have three points of blood. Even though the pressure from the Wuchen Divine Transformation stage made it difficult for him to straighten his back, Zhao Xingzhi still responded forcefully with his spiritual power.

"Venerable Wuchen, we, the monks in Southern Wilderness, cannot agree to your request.

Previously, your disciple made a fight with Wen Yin, which was a personal grudge between them. Since Wen Yin agreed and her skills were not as good as others, she will bear the consequences.

But Wen Yin’s spiritual roots have been abolished now, and he is already a mortal. We Nanhuang monks uphold the conscience and dignity of monks and will never embarrass a mortal. "

Zhao Xingzhi's words were so difficult that they seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, but they really made the Nanhuang monk who had been holding back his anger find an outlet, and a surge of heroic spirit surged in his heart, which instantly spread out!

"Yes! Sect Master Zhao said it well!"

"We Nanhuang monks are not so shameless!"

"Too deceiving!"

The surrounding Southern Wilderness monks were furious, and the momentum of unity gave them courage, overcoming their fear of high-level foreign monks.

Wuchen originally hated the entire Southern Wilderness because of Situ Wuyan's death. Now that these ants dared to provoke him like this, he was really looking for death.

"Hmph..." A very low cold snort seemed to ripple out from the sky, exploding in everyone's hearts like a muffled thunder.

Wen Yin felt that the energy and blood in her chest were rolling. She did not dare to stay in the air, so she landed and blended in with the crowd on the outermost edge.

Wuchen unleashed the pressure of his divine transformation stage wantonly, and the first person to bear the brunt was Zhao Xingzhi. Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth almost instantly, and his face turned into tissue paper.

The low-level monks who were nearby were also miserable, and many of them had blood spurting from their mouths and noses.

Not far away from hearing the news, a disciple from the second level of the Qi Refining Stage who came to join in the fun fell to the ground immediately, not sure whether he was dead or not.

There won't really be a large-scale fight, right?

Wen Yin rolled his eyes, rushed into the crowd and shouted: "We monks from the Southern Wilderness have formed a great formation! Defend the enemy together!"

The so-called Wanliu Return Formation is not a brilliant formation, but it is the most commonly used formation in team battles among monks. It is not limited to the number of people and their cultivation levels. It can combine everyone's attack power to achieve the effect of one plus one being greater than two. Combined attack formation.

Although Wen Yin's voice was small, it pointed the way to the Nanhuang monk who was as frightened as a frightened bird.

"Yes! Form a formation!"

"All flows unite into one, we are many!"

"Slaughter God!"

Someone called out the words Tu Huashen, and even hearing the words was frightened, secretly admiring the Southern Wilderness monks for their strong folk customs.

The large formation of monks who responded to Wanliugui spread like sparks on a prairie fire. Ten thousand monks, one hundred thousand monks, one million monks...

A formation composed of ants was formed, but because of its huge number, it was as powerful as a giant beast.

The development of this situation has exceeded the expectations of these foreign monks.

Except for Wuchen, who was so angry that his blood surged, the other three gods in the stage of transformation all looked at each other, not daring to rashly anger the Nanhuang monks anymore.

They just want a life-and-death grass. How come it's like this? These Southern Wilderness monks have stayed in a small place for a long time, just like newborn calves that are not afraid of tigers?

The scene became deadlocked. Venerable Chiye frowned and opened his red lips. Just when he wanted Wuchen to stop, he saw Zhao Xingzhi, who had slowed down, wiped the blood from his mouth and looked directly at Wuchen's gloomy eyes. look...

"I dare to ask Venerable Wuchen, why do you want to force a little girl whose spiritual roots have been destroyed so hard?"

It would have been better not to ask, but once he asked, he sprinkled a pinch of salt on Wuchen's wound, making him so painful that he only wanted to kill to relieve the pain.

"She killed my eldest disciple!"

Wuchen almost squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

Suddenly he remembered that Wen Yin was a loser and was incapable of killing Situ Wuyan.

It must have been the Qingyu Sect who violated the law and gave her some kind of protective treasure, which led to his eldest disciple's death.

Thinking of this, his eyes filled with bloodlust, he raised his hand and smacked it in the air, and a huge palm that reached the sky formed out of thin air above Zhao Xingzhi. It dropped down from the sky like a mountain, as if it was going to kill Zhao Xingzhi and his party in the next second. Beat it to powder.

Wen Yin's heartbeat skipped a beat. This was the first time she had faced such an intuitive and irresistible force that was like nature.

At this moment, she felt that the big palm was hitting her. She was like a child in a lonely boat, facing the huge waves of destruction alone in the strong wind and waves.

Time stood still, and just when everyone was waiting for this huge wave to be photographed, it was shocking.

A scalp-numbing roar came through the air at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

Wen Yin could only faintly see a dark golden light, tearing through the void and heading towards the big palm hanging from the sky.

In an instant, there was a huge amount of energy, buzzing, and exploding.

The low-level monks couldn't bear the fierce wind and retreated voluntarily. Wen Yin was also carried away by the flow of people.

After the energy disappeared and the clouds dispersed, Wenyin felt that Wuchen had retreated a large distance, but Zhao Xingzhi and others were no longer where they were.

Wen Yin followed Wu Chen's gaze and saw an old man with a bright head in black robes, standing in the air, while Zhao Xingzhi and others stood intact behind him.

"Mo Xian, you are finally willing to come out." Wuchen said coldly.

Wen Yin stared at Mo Xian, the only powerful person who transformed into gods in the Southern Wilderness, and felt filled with emotions.

The original owner had a chance encounter with him.

The original owner's qualifications were actually sought after by major sects in the East and even the Central Plains, but she chose to stay in the Qingyu Sect because of this Venerable Mo Xian and because this was the condition for his promise to remove Wen Yi's fetal poison.

The arrival of the only god in Southern Wilderness undoubtedly gave the monks of Southern Wilderness a shot in the arm.

Mo Xian's early stage of becoming a god is different from other early stages of becoming a god. He is now more than 2,000 years old, and he is a person of the same era as the Mahayana ancestors of the four superpowers.

Legend has it that when Mo Xian was young, he defeated the current Mahayana monks and fought all the way from the Southern Wilderness to the Central Plains, and his reputation resounded throughout the vast continent.

But Mo Xian seemed to have gone awry in his cultivation, and his cultivation had stagnated at the early stage of becoming a god, and he had not made any progress in more than two thousand years.

But even so, there is still a legend about him in the world of cultivation, and he is known as the first person to be distracted.

It is precisely because of his protection that there are no foreign monks below the Transformation God who dare to come to the Southern Wilderness to burn, kill, and loot.

Of course, they have been practicing to the point where they are distracted, and the powerful people on one side can no longer look down on Nanhuang.

"Several venerables, it is understandable that they come to our southern wilderness for the sake of the Qionghai secret realm, but if they want to commit indiscriminate killings here, they have to pass my test."

Mo Xian's voice was low, slightly hoarse, like an old man who was dying but still maintained his elegance.

His appearance still made those outside strong men a little more cautious, and they all consciously stood beside Wuchen, ready to fight.

But Wuchen swept away the gloom just now, and with a flip of his right hand, his natal sword Shuangluo was in his hand, and his whole person was ignited with a fighting spirit.

"Senior Mo, I have admired my name for a long time. When I was in Nascent Soul's Great Consummation, I went to the Southern Wilderness to visit my senior, but it was a pity that my senior was in seclusion. Even if we are lucky enough to meet today, it would be better to choose a different day. How about we compare notes?"

Wuchen actually asked for a fight directly.

But Wen Yin didn't find it strange, because Wuchen's character was that of a militant swordsman and a martial arts madman.

He was only a hundred years old and became a god, but Mo Xian was still the first person to become a god. How could he not challenge him?

Facing Wuchen's challenge, Mo Xian still put his hands behind his back and was not inspired to fight at all.

However, he lightly said one word, "Come."

A new word is like duckweed or heavy stone

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