Each disciple is not simple

"If Xue Rong really concealed his cultivation, I'm afraid there must be a big conspiracy behind him."

Mo Yan looked solemn.

Mingjia thought for a moment and asked everyone, "Do you have a map of Jiuli City?"

Maps are useless to cultivators. After all, they can see the entire Jiuli City with just a scan using their spiritual sense.

So Mo Yan and the others looked at each other and didn't think about the map at all.

"I have it, I have it!" Mu Feng suddenly jumped out. "I used to make travel guides when I went out for a trip. I always felt uneasy without a map."

As he spoke, Mu Feng took out a sheepskin map from his lapel pocket.

This map was drawn by a mortal in Jiuli City, so it looks very rough, but the general direction of each street and market is very accurate.

Mingjia frowned and looked at the map, always feeling that there was something strange about it.

Jun Moyao and the others didn't know what Mingjia was looking for, but they all came over to watch.

Mu Feng wasn't very interested. After all, he knew his own abilities and wouldn't be able to tell anything even if he looked.

Although he is timid and fearful, he is an optimistic and fun-loving person. This can be seen from his weak and cowardly attitude since he traveled through time. If he had a bad mentality, he might have died with the system.

So, when he saw Mingjia and the others staring at the map as if they could see flowers, he couldn't help laughing.

"What could be on the map? I bought it at the city gate for three cents. The one who drew the map was the stall owner's seven-year-old grandson."

If it was an antique, there might be information about hidden treasures on it. He saw with his own eyes that the stall owner's grandson painted it. It couldn't be that the grandson was a powerful man who had reincarnated and was looking for an heir.

Le Ziren continued to think, "Unless this Jiuli City is like Zhuge Town in our hometown, and is built based on Zhuge Hou's Bagua Formation Qimen Dunjia..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mingjia's sharp eyes shot over.

Mu Feng swallowed, thinking that his noise had caused Mingjia's dissatisfaction, so he immediately shut his mouth and shrank into the corner.

"Mo Yan! Take a look, isn't the architectural style of Jiuli City similar to the sacrificial formation we found in the cave?"

Thanks to Mu Feng's teasing, Mingjia instantly realized what she had always felt was wrong.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan carefully compared it with the magic circle he remembered in his mind. The more he compared, the more shocked he was.

"Why did Xue Rong use the buildings of a town to construct a sacrificial array? Could it be that..."

Everyone looked at each other, their faces became uglier, and they all made the same decision in their hearts -

Xue Rong wants to use everyone in Jiuli City as a living sacrifice to summon evil spirits!

No more delay!

Mingjia made a decision immediately and sent a message to Fuzi to ask him to destroy the layout of the city. They would go and suppress Xue Rong now.

However, the moment they opened the door, they were stopped.

I saw that the originally empty courtyard was filled with monks in black clothes. On the courtyard wall and the roof ridge, there were people standing with fully drawn bows. The sharp arrow tips were shining coldly under the moonlight.

Mingjia and his companions were surrounded in this way silently. They could even say that they did not hear any movement before the door was opened.

There is only one possibility that Mingjia, who has been on high alert, could not notice any movement.

"Wang Qing."

Mingjia calmly uttered a name.

Wang Qing, who was exposed, didn't care at all about being discovered. He walked over from behind the moon gate on the side and put away the soundproof formation in his hand.

Mo Yan also withdrew his hand with a grim expression. Not a single talisman he sent to the Buddhist disciple received a response. He didn't know if something had happened to the Buddhist disciple.

Just as Mo Yan guessed, the situation on the Buddhist side was not good at this time.

The solemn and dignified Buddhist was sitting on the open ground, with blood still oozing from a large bloody hole on his waist.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and kept reciting scriptures. He inserted the nine-ring staff into the ground beside him, and a golden protective formation covered his body.

All around him, the living people during the day were like zombies. Men, women, young and old, holding all kinds of sharp weapons in their hands, they attacked the Buddhist formation like moths to a flame.

If he were facing a monk who was committing a crime against him, the Buddhist would probably swing the nine-ring staff and smash his head without hesitation.

But facing a mortal with no cultivation, the Buddhist could only defend himself. It was not that he could not break free from the encirclement, but that the wound on his waist and abdomen was entangled with the Heart Demon Curse.

As long as he uses his spiritual power, the Heart Demon Spell will take the opportunity to enter his Dantian and Lingtai.

As a person who is undergoing a rebirth of cultivation, the inner demon is his greatest enemy and is also the thing that a Buddhist cannot touch the most. He is afraid that once he is invaded by the inner demon and loses his mind, he will go crazy and directly kill these mortals who are obviously being manipulated.

Various reasons restricted him, making him feel like he was trapped in a circle, and he could only hide in the protective formation.

The one who caused him fatal injury...

The Buddhist raised his eyes, his look was neither resentful nor angry, but still calm and compassionate.

Passing through the ferocious crowd, he met a pair of eyes that looked at him with exceptional determination and seriousness.

"Why?" The Buddhist was still a little confused.

The man stood in a safe enough place, clenching the bloody dagger in his hand, "I can't let you hurt the city lord, nor can I let you support them."

"You can tell us what your difficulties and reasons are," the Buddhist advised. "These people are innocent. Their bodies cannot withstand the control of spiritual power for long, and it will cause irreversible damage to them."

Hearing this, the man's eyes flashed with guilt and sadness, but soon turned into firmness and determination, "It won't be long, the situation over there should have already started."

Looking in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, the man's brows were filled with worry and uneasiness.

"...Their cultivation is only at the heartbeat stage..." Mingjia glanced at the general cultivation of the cultivators in the yard, "...Wang Qing, you seem to underestimate me."

Wang Qing, who used to be a little afraid of Mingjia, smiled confidently, "No, no, no, how could I underestimate you."

Wang Qing looked behind Mingjia, calm and composed, as if he had already made up his mind, "What are you waiting for? Let's get started."

'Puff——'

The sharp weapon pierced through the flesh, and large amounts of blood soaked Mingjia's back red.

"Master——"

"Master Mingfeng!"

"Ming Zhenjun!"

Three voices sounded at the same time, followed by Jun Moyao's roar.

"Danqing, are you crazy?"

Jun Moyao stood in front of Mingjia, with the Zhanyuan sword pointed at Danqing. Mo Yan and Mu Feng protected Mingjia and were busy giving her medicine to heal her wounds.

Dan Qing was even more shocked as he looked at his own red-stained hands. The sharp dagger in his hand was still dripping with blood.

"I...how could I..." Dan Qing collapsed and panicked. He looked at Jun Moyao who had a face full of hatred, and then at Mingjia who was stabbed in the back unexpectedly. He was about to go crazy.