Journey to the head

The Wang family in Quyang will hold a 100th birthday banquet for the head of the family in five days. The banquet will be held at the mountain gate of the family. All factions from the counties who have good relations with the Wang family are invited to attend the banquet.

Even the Moonlight Sect received an invitation letter.

When Wang Yu heard the news, he secretly said, "God help me."

The current head of the Wang family is a monk with three spiritual roots. It is reported that he is about to complete the middle stage of foundation building and will soon enter the late stage of foundation building. With such cultivation at the age of 100, he can be regarded as young and promising. In addition, the power of the Wang family has grown rapidly, and all the neighbors are willing to make good friends.

This time for the 100th birthday party, I also wanted to take this opportunity to raise the Wang family's momentum to a higher level and naturally become the leading sect in the eastern part of Quyang County.

The Wang family is an ally of Ziluo Mountain, and this ally is even more important when the power of Ziluo Mountain is greatly reduced. Now that the Wang family has such a happy event, Zhuo Wuying has no reason not to attend.

So as long as you lurk and wait around Ziluo Mountain, you will definitely be able to wait until Zhuo Wuying appears!

Wang Yu gave Bai Ling a few more words, asking her to attend the Wang family's birthday banquet and deliver the news in time. Yang Jiye gave her a few words of encouragement and promised that she would be rewarded if she succeeds.

Bai Ling nodded, feeling more nervous and bitter.

Originally he only planned to provide some innocuous information, but why did he step into the pirate ship step by step and get deeper and deeper into it?

I'm afraid that ever since Qi Kun successfully built a foundation on Bailu Mountain, ever since he received Qi Kun's first funding, the fate of the Yuehua Sect cannot be decided by himself.

She asked with some anxiety: "Two envoys, are you able to see Fellow Daoist Qi this time?"

Wang Yu said coldly: "If we do our job well this time, we will naturally report back to Senior Brother Qi."

It was as if he hadn't said it yet. Bai Ling cursed secretly, and left with a feeling of loss.

Wang Yu immediately began to discuss the next battle plan with Yang Jiye.

"The distance between Ziluo Mountain and the Wang Family Mountain Gate is less than three hundred miles. Once he is attacked, he will definitely choose to ask for help from the Wang Family. By then, there will be many guests at the Wang Family Mountain Gate, and there will be enough foundations to build. If he comes to rescue, it will be very difficult. Trouble. You must plan well how to ambush."

"Besides, before killing him, don't forget to ask clearly what the leader told you."

Five days later, at Chen Shi, the sky was clear and the autumn air was crisp.

The mountain-protecting formation on Ziluo Mountain roared, revealing a gap. A thick foundation-building evasion light led the way, followed by three flying magic weapons. They passed through the formation and fled towards the Wang Family Mountain Gate.

What they didn't realize was that there was a pair of dark eyes staring intently in the dense forest below.

After flying more than eighty miles, a disciple in charge of the lookout suddenly reported: "Master, there is a foundation-building escape light following."

This time he came to celebrate his birthday. Zhuo Wuying brought ten disciples to serve as guards of honor, so his flying speed was kept at the level of Qi training, so other Taoist priests could naturally catch up.

He stopped warily, looked back, and saw a ray of light approaching from far away. At that moment, his spiritual power was contained but not released, and the purple air surged and entangled his spiritual weapon.

"Which fellow Taoist is in front of you?"

Then someone shouted: "But Master Zhuo of Ziluo Mountain? I am Qian Ji. I met you once when I was a guest at the Wang family. This time I also went to the Wang family to celebrate your birthday."

Qian Ji? Zhuo Wuying frowned, why can't I remember anything? Seen it at Wang’s house? From his tone, he seemed to have a good relationship with the Wang family.

While he was reminiscing, the monk named Qian Ji had already approached, and he was wearing a bamboo hat, and his appearance could not be clearly seen. Zhuo Wuying's consciousness swept away, and he really had no impression of this person, but considering that he was also in the middle stage of foundation building, he was still a little polite: "Friend Qian, please stop, I don't know why you are following me? " Qian Ji was a little unhappy: "What do you mean I follow you? I originally thought that we could all go to Wang's house to celebrate his birthday, and we could be companions together."

As he continued to approach, Zhuo Wuying stopped him with a cold voice: "Fellow Taoist! It's not convenient for us to go together, so don't follow him anymore!"

Following the sound of warning, four purple air arms hung in front of Zhuo Wuying, a sword, a long knife, a bronze mirror, and a round shield. The four spiritual weapons were hovering and buzzing.

Qian Ji chuckled: "You are so domineering. It is your family that opened this sky. I want to go this way. Can you take care of it?"

Zhuo Wuying was angry and angry. He was almost certain that the person in front of him must be here to provoke. But he didn't know anything about this person, and he still had his disciples with him, so he really didn't want to take action rashly.

At that moment, Zhuo Wuying suppressed his anger, waved, and prepared to go around with his disciples. If Qian Ji still wanted to follow him, he would have to take action.

He and his disciples were all on high alert, staring at Qian Ji, with a slight surge of spiritual power, and they were ready.

But unexpectedly, Qian Ji stood there without moving. Zhuo Wuying did not dare to relax and slowly walked around.

Just when everyone was attracted by Qian Ji, they suddenly heard a thunderbolt. Zhuo Wuying was shocked and saw a jet of black lightning splitting through the wind and clouds, reaching his feet!

It was a big halberd wrapped in thick black air and entwined with the shadow of a chi dragon!

At the critical moment of life and death, although he was caught off guard, Zhuo Wuying still used the Purple Qi Tianluo to pull the bronze mirror and round shield. The bronze mirror radiated with light, creating numerous light curtains, and the round shield suddenly unfolded, like a steel wall.

There was a loud bang, and the moment the halberd pierced the light curtain and hit the round shield, Zhuo Wuying felt an overwhelming force coming from him. He only had time to scream before he was hit hard and flew away!

The accompanying disciples shouted in panic and were about to catch up, but they saw Qian Ji ducking and approaching, raising his hand to strike.

Dao pattern·mirage!

There was a whistling wind, clouds and mist surged, three flying magic weapons, and the ten disciples were instantly obscured by the billowing clouds. In the sea of ​​clouds, there were colorful lights and fantasies, and poisonous clouds and illusions overlapped one after another, swallowing them up all at once.

Several disciples were slow to defend their magic weapons, and their whole bodies were covered in poisonous clouds. In an instant, pustules appeared, their bodies rotted, their flesh corroded, and they howled miserably.

Even if a defensive magic weapon is set up, the light of the magic weapon is rapidly dimming!

True and false, illusions of reality and reality rushed towards him. A disciple shouted, and the flying sword penetrated the charging tiger, but it was just a shadow. And beside him, a poisonous snake quietly popped out and bit hard. Caught his ankle.

The screams were loud!

Zhuo Wuying had just stabilized his figure when he was attacked by this sneak attack. The corners of his mouth were full of blood and his round shield was broken. Hearing the disciple's scream, he moved and wanted to rescue him, but suddenly his chest felt tight and painful, and he vomited out a mouthful of black blood.

With a quick sweep of his consciousness, a domineering poisonous energy was seeping into his body from the buckler, rushing through his body.

That halberd is poisonous and cannot be touched!

It was too late to say anything now, as three rays of spiritual pressure had already risen, surrounding him tightly.

At this moment, Zhuo Wuying realized that Qian Ji's provocation just now was just to attract attention, so that they could set up an encirclement and carry out an ambush and sneak attack!

At this moment, he endured the poisonous gas and the severe pain in his heart, and reached out to touch the telescope.

But there was only the sound of thunder, and in his shocked eyes, the two swords and hammers struck in an instant, and they hit him right in front of him!

The secret method of this imperial weapon is——

Hearing jingling noises and another scream, Zhuo Wuying waved several spiritual weapons, only blocking the Crystal Sword, the Bone Sword and the Star-Shattering Hammer. The Wind-Chasing Hammer hit him hard on his right arm, and all of a sudden Break the bones of his right arm!

In severe pain, Zhuo Wuying shouted: "How could you know Zi Qi Tian Luo! It's you, you destroyed my Zi Luo Mountain!" (End of this chapter)