With the script in hand, attack the villain Xianzun

Chapter 133
The gust of wind came so quickly and urgently that someone was almost thrown off the flying magic weapon by being caught off guard.

Hua Wanzhao hurriedly took out the defensive array, which was able to stabilize the situation.

Lu Jianyu, his fellow disciples, and Dao Yanzong's team did not use Junsigui's flying magic weapon, nor did they follow behind them.

When they first saw them in distress, some people took chances, but fortunately they didn't keep up.

When Hua Wanzhao stabilized the flying magic weapon with the array disk, Zhenzun Xundao's face sank.

He could feel the coercion of the defensive formation, and after a little thought, he could guess that it was Venerable Juyong who used it for Hua Wanzhao's self-defense.

Looking at the magic weapon wobbling close to the boundary marker, it is not difficult to see that even the defensive formation in the Mahayana period could barely avoid the unknown wind.

What about those of them who stay here?
Firstly, what kind of danger is there in the depths of this unknown seal, and secondly, if the boundary marker moves again, where will they find it?

When Lu Jianyu and Xundao Zhenzun were troubled, Hua Wanzhao and the others had already reached the platform in the center of the circle.

The moment you step on the platform, the surrounding scenery changes drastically.

What kind of illusion is this?
Hua Wanzhao was really angry in her heart.

Taking a closer look, the current illusion is somewhat familiar.

"Is it... Dujie Peak with a sword blowing sand?"

Dujie Peak is independent from the Twelve Main Peaks of One Sword Wind and Sand. There is no peak owner, and it is usually closed. It will only be opened when someone in the sect ascends.

Hua Wanzhao only entered once, and Venerable Juyong brought her in.

At that time, Hua Wanzhao also asked why she was brought in.

Venerable Juyong only said that she is his disciple, and she has this privilege without any burden.

But, why is it here...

When Hua Wanzhao was wondering, the scene in front of her suddenly changed.

It was still the Ascension Platform of Dujie Peak, but now there are corpses all over the field.

Hua Wanzhao saw Sun Chun, the head of Fate of Several Faces, lying under the Feisheng platform, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

On the ascending platform, it was Mu Linxiao who was confronting Ning Chenhao and a female cultivator who looked very similar to him.

Is this the end of the novel...

She walked past corpses one after another, and came to the ascension platform.

Of the three people on stage, none of them noticed her.

She was like a ghost, walking on the platform, Ning Chenhao and Yun Miaomiao's swords passed through Hua Wanzhao's body one after another.

Walking to Mu Linxiao, Hua Wanzhao asked, "Why did you do this?"

Ning Chenhao pointed at Mu Lin with a sword and smiled expressionlessly: "Master, why are you like this?"

Mu Linxiao walked through Hua Wanzhao's body, also expressionless: "Feisheng."

Hua Wanzhao & Ning Chenhao: "Is Ascension so important?"

You are obviously not that kind of person.

I have seen you solve Wu Xie alone for your disciples, and you have seen you risk your life for your senior brothers and sisters to fight to the death with the Fit Grand Master. You even used your spiritual power to pave the way for me in order to let me build a foundation smoothly.

Is it all you pretended?

In the blurred vision, the ascension platform under his feet lit up with red lines.

That is the sacrificial array.

"Mu Linxiao...you can't sacrifice the sect..."

"Little master!"

There was a call in my ear.

The vision in front of him was suddenly clear, and it was Mu Linxiao's clean face.

"Mu... Linxiao..."

"I said, little master, you have entered some incredible illusion."

There was a trace of helplessness in Mu Linxiao's voice.

Hua Wanzhao, who had just recovered from the illusion, grabbed Mu Linxiao's hand with such force that she almost dislocated Mu Linxiao's wrist.

"Mu Linxiao, you can't sacrifice a sword to Fengsha, you will definitely regret it!"

Unexpectedly, Mu Linxiao looked at Hua Wanzhao with a strange look.

"Little master, how can I be unfavorable to the sect?"

Hua Wanzhao gradually calmed down from what she saw in the illusion, and her consciousness slowly returned.

"They are..."

After the emotions completely calmed down, Hua Wanzhao found out that many monks had fallen into an illusion.

She is not alone.

Only Mu Linxiao, Ning Chenhao, Fozi and the newly recovered self are still awake, and there is an unfamiliar monk not far away.

Even Feng Yanying, the great master who fit together, and He Xian, who cultivated the ruthless way, fell into an illusion and couldn't extricate himself.

Chan Gui clasped his hands together: "The poor monk guessed that it might be that the gust of wind just now aroused the desire and panic in the monk's heart."

"Let's split up and see if we can wake up the others." Hua Wanzhao said.

Since he can be awakened by Mu Linxiao, others may not be able to.

Several people awakened these monks one by one, some of them were determined to be awakened soon, and some were still addicted to it.

"Hua Wanzhao, go to hell!"

With a scream, Hua Wanzhao was pushed back by a strong force before she could see the person in front of her clearly.

"Eh?"

With one foot in the air, Hua Wanzhao was pushed out of the platform and fell into the void in the middle.

A figure followed closely behind.

"Little master!"

Ning Chenhao immediately took control of Lu Xiangjun.

Lu Xiangjun was still muttering: "It's good to be dead... It's good to be dead... No one will grab everyone's attention with me... Hahahaha!"

The monk, whom no one knew, stood on the edge of the platform, watching the figures of Hua Wanzhao and Mu Linxiao disappear into the darkness.

He turned his head to look at Lu Xiangjun who was still insane: "Tsk, it's actually a trick."

Ning Chenhao was a little displeased, but saw the man wipe his face, removing the disguise.

"Chongyi?"

It was Chong Yi who met once in the high mountain area.

However, before Ning Chenhao could say anything more, Chong Yi fell backward facing them.

He actually jumped into the unknown abyss by himself!

"Is he a magician?"

Ning Chenhao knew that what Changui questioned was not Chongyi's status as a demon cultivator, but how he got in as a demon cultivator.

He Wuxin was completely awake at this time: "What's the matter with Nephew Ning? I seem to have heard someone call Little Master just now."

Pulling Lu Xiangjun who had been tied up, Ning Chenhao's eyes were full of disgust: "She pushed the little master down."

"what?!"

Jun Sigui and Zhong Hongzhuo, who were also sober, turned pale with shock.

But Fozi was beside him, and he didn't speak, which meant that Ning Chenhao was not lying.

"Uncle Priest also jumped down."

After thinking about it, Ning Chenhao still said: "There is another demon cultivator who instructed us to save Brother Ming before. It seems that the purpose of that demon cultivator is here."

Zhong Hongzhuo was about to speak as soon as he heard that Moxiu was there, but was stopped by He Wuxin.

He Wuwu knew that with Zhong Hongzhuo's temperament, he would definitely reprimand Ning Chenhao, and shouldn't believe in Moxiu Yunyun.

But now, it is obviously not the time to care about these things.

The little master fell down.

Mu Linxiao also jumped down.

It's a big deal.

There are more and more sober monks, and some still fall into the illusion and go crazy.

Jun Sigui said: "You can leave by inputting spiritual power into that boundary marker. We still have to wait for the priest and the little master. Fellow Taoists, let's leave first."

Monks, you look at me, I look at you, and don't speak.

Naturally, they wanted to leave this ghostly place a long time ago, but most of them were able to stay here safely because of the wind and sand.

Feng Yanying thought of Jun Sigui and He Wuyi cupped his hands and said, "So, Feng is waiting for you outside the secret land."

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