While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

Chapter 239, Counterattack

"Brother, you are right."

"But the problem is, there are too many golden elixirs."

"After we overthrow them, we may not be able to fish in troubled waters smoothly."

"So, we have to find foreign aid."

Song Zhi said softly, a ray of light flashed in Feng's eyes.

She slowly looked at a corner in the forest with a discerning gaze, with a faint smile on her lips.

Before Feng Ye could react, Gu Zichen on the side quickly shot out a sword energy.

Seeing that the sword was as powerful as a broken bamboo, no one dared to take it with bare hands.

The few people who relied on concealing magic weapons to hide their traces knew that they had been exposed.

So he quickly removed the magic weapon and decisively showed his body in front of Song Zhi and the others.

"Fellow Taoist, please show mercy!"

"We are not bad."

"We, like you, are all innocent people who were victimized by the liquidation plan and followed the clues to find us here!"

A middle-aged male cultivator wearing a gray robe held up his aura and tried to block the sword attack.

While raising his head, he quickly explained to Song Zhi and the others.

As he spoke, he looked at the large and small caves in the distance with considerable scruples.

Seeing his cautious look, Gu Zichen glanced at Song Zhi and obediently swung away the sword attack.

*
"Fellow Taoist, I have a treasure in my hand, which has the miraculous effect of group attacks."

"He can help us break through the gathering place of those bad guys and rescue the innocent comrades who were trapped and arrested."

"It's just that there are too many people in that group, and looking at their aura and pressure, they are clearly veteran real people who have been famous for a long time."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to completely kill this treasure."

"To avoid provoking a strong counterattack."

"What I mean is, please help me, fellow Taoists."

"We will find our monks who are nearby and assemble them. Everyone will stick to one side and tighten the net."

"Just wait for my order, and we will use all our means to turn things around!"

"What do you think of my Taoist friends?"

……

What else can the few Golden Core cultivators do if their traces are discovered?
Facing the confident Song Zhi, Gu Zichen and Feng Ye looked murderous.

Whether they are willing or unwilling, they cannot say no.

After all, their relatives and close friends are still in the hands of those bad guys.

Even for their relatives and friends, they have to fight hard.

"Okay, just follow what Fairy Song said."

"Let's split up immediately!"

*
Looking at the four people who turned around and galloped away, Song Zhi showed a satisfied smile.

Feng Ye, who was on the side, focused on the wrong point.

He murmured to himself: "Strange..."

"How did that person know that Junior Sister's surname is Song?"

"Could it be that they are undercover agents planted by those bad guys??"

The more Feng Ye thought about it, the more frightened he became.

Just as he looked at Song Zhi with a solemn expression, he was about to tell Song Zhi his inference.

Gu Zichen, who was walking behind Song Zhi, looked sideways at Feng Ye, with an obvious sarcasm on his handsome face.

"It turns out that fellow Daoist Feng didn't know this?"

"Master, Taoist friend Song was already famous far and wide when he was in our Hanyuan Sect."

"Every prominent sect family in the Dongzhou area knows the reputation of Taoist Friend Song."

Gu Zichen's words were gentle, and when he mentioned Song Zhi, he praised him, giving him a sense of honor.

But in fact, he was using this to imply that Feng Ye and the Lingxian Sect were ignorant and ignorant.

This method of green tea not only made Feng Ye half angry, but also attracted Song Zhi's scant attention.

Feng Ye is not as articulate as Zhao Muyang.

Song Zhi naturally didn't want his senior brother to suffer a loss.

So he held his hands, turned around and faced Gu Zichen directly.

"It is said that those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black."

"This is indeed true. I haven't seen him for only four and a half years." "I remember Taoist friend Gu as an upright and straight-forward person. I have already learned the flavor of Su Zhi's three-point tea."

"I really don't know if this is Han Yuan Sect's luck or misfortune."

Song Zhi sighed softly and thought as if with infinite regret.

Even a straight man like Feng Ye could hear Song Zhi's sarcasm, how could Gu Zichen not hear it?
It's just that he felt sad when faced with Song Zhi's cold words.

Although he felt sad and uncomfortable, he was overjoyed because Song Zhi talked to him.

Seeing the young man's confused appearance of being happy and sad for a while, Song Zhi became numb.

*
"Let's go, don't delay."

"The sooner we assemble the team, the more favorable the situation will be for us!"

Song Zhi did not forget that she took Feng Ye and Zhao Muyang through mountains and rivers to come to this ancient battlefield thousands of miles away.

It is purely to seize the opportunity of male and female hosts.

Now, they accidentally rescued Gu Zichen and teamed up with him.

This means that Song Zhi can get rid of Gu Zichen at the right time, and then take the sword test stone and enter the sword pool first with Feng Ye!
Gu Zichen didn't know that Song Zhi was hiding something bad underneath his skin.

Gu Zichen felt heavy when he thought of his junior sister Su Zhi, who had not responded to messages.

He worked hard to find the lone monks and spread the word about the settlement plan.

Two hours later, Song Zhi and the others gathered a considerable group of monks.

Gu Zichen was still worried about the presence of undercover agents, but Song Zhi only valued the number of people in this group.

Anyway, the war will officially begin in a while.

All of them will be reduced to cannon fodder.

*
"Let's go up the mountain."

"Those bad guys should have discovered us."

"But don't be nervous, everyone."

"Before leaving, my senior brother and I stepped down the powerful Potato Mine Lingbao in that area."

"Calculate the time, the mine spirit treasure should also explode."

Song Zhi said with a smile, as if he didn't see the colorful constipated faces of the monks behind him.

Everyone saw Song Zhi, who was walking at the front, snapping his fingers lightly.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud explosion on the mountainside of Jianfeng, which was still some distance away from them.

A huge shock wave composed of colorful spiritual lights radiated from halfway up the mountain.

At the same time, various spiritual treasures and magic weapons, as well as the monks' screams and angry sounds, began to sound one after another.

"How dare you, Shuzi!"

"Who is it?! Who is it?"

"You shameless turtle, get out of here and die!"

"If you dare to ruin my face, I will kill this little fool!"

"Brother, senior brother, where are you? I can't see..."

"The enemy is attacking, please notify others to come back for reinforcements!!"

"What kind of magic weapon is that explosive thing? Its power is so frightening. I really want to meet this genius monk."

……

Halfway up the mountain, various sounds continued to sound.

Several monks dressed in different clothes and with different expressions.

Either stepping on the escaping light, or driving a flying magic weapon, or wielding a sword.

They scrambled and fled into the air, cursing.

Just as they were about to gather together to discuss the sudden attack, they saw a group of familiar monks charging toward them with long swords and magic weapons in their hands.

Members of the settlement plan team: "Huh????"

What do you mean?
Were they killed by someone making dumplings? ?

"It's the other way around!"

"Prey, how dare you kill your master??"

"Everyone, what are you still doing? Let's make an agreement to contain these ants!"

"It's true that there is a way to heaven but you don't take it, but there is no door to hell but you have to force your way through it."

"I'm just worried that I can't find any trace of you rats, so you just showed up on your own..."

"Hehehe, you are so good, come on, come to my sister's bowl!"

Accompanied by the angry roar of the escaped monk, a battle between good and evil, self-preservation and hunting is about to begin.