Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 23 Enjoying the Eightfold Questioning of the Founder of the Eight Wonders
Yes, it is a consensus in the world of extraordinary people that anyone who is besieged will have no way out. Even the third level of Reverse Rebirth will not be able to grow back. The people who besieged He Songling were very confident that he would definitely die.

After a while, the white light on He Songling's body became noticeably dimmer, and the force field ranges of the Reverse Eight Directions and Ruyi Force were reduced by more than half.

"Mountain god, possess me!" A woman muttered a spell for a long time, and finally shouted coldly, pointing her finger at the three people around her. In an instant, black shadows covered them. The speed of the three people suddenly increased a lot, and the power of their fists hitting He Songling's force field also increased a lot.

"Liangshan?"

People who pretend to be gods and pray for others are called "shamans" or "zhu" for men and "wu" for women. In the northeast, it is called "dancing gods", while in the west, it is called "wuzhu priests". The old woman who presided over the wedding of Hebo and was killed in "Ximen Bao Zhiye" was called "Dawu".

The most famous place for witchcraft and the one closest to here is Liangshan.

Speaking of He Bo, He Bo arrived. The woman recited another spell, pointed at Zhu Lao Er and shouted, "He Bo, come on!" Zhu Lao Er was immediately wrapped in a light aqua blue color, and with a gesture, she said, "Kan, waterfall!" In an instant, a huge torrent appeared out of thin air in mid-air and poured down towards He Songling.

"Freeze!" He Songling used the Eight Directions Reversal Technique to freeze the water flow. Feeling that the water flow seemed endless, he was shocked. The witchcraft method of Liangshan was indeed extraordinary. Even Zhuge Qing's Wu Hou Qimen could only summon water bombs to attack using the word "Kan". Zhu Laoer, under the state of being possessed by the River God, actually used the Qimen technique to summon a waterfall of rootless water.

"change!"

The Ruyi Force was rotating, and the water flow that was controlled by the inverted eight-direction force field was pushed out in a circle using the force.

"Kun character, move mountains!"

Just when He Songling thought he had resolved this wave of attacks, there was another deep shout, and then a huge mound shaped like a mountain fell from above He Songling's head.

"There is another sorcerer?" Before He Songling was pressed to the bottom of the mountain, the last thing he saw was a short, plain-looking man who was constantly using his fists and weapons. The man was shrouded in a black shadow, and it was obvious that he was possessed by the mountain god.

"Boom!"

The mound of earth fell to the ground, pressing He Songling's figure underneath. Like Sun Wukong, only half of his arm and head were exposed.

“Hahahahaha! He Songling, I let you look down on me, what about now?” Seeing He Songling being pinned down by the earth mound, a little fat man walked out from the crowd, walked up to He Songling and squatted down, “What did I say? If you offend my Wang family, you must die!”

"Master Wang, what are you doing?" Zhu Lao Er said coldly, "Just do what you need to do. Why are you talking so much?"

"What are you afraid of?" Wang Ai said with dissatisfaction, "Look at his behavior. Is he still alive today? What's the harm of letting a dead man know something?"

"I don't care. We are Quan Xing." Zhu Lao Er was very cautious. "If the news of your Wang family colluding with Quan Xing gets out, you will be responsible for it anyway."

"This is not right. Your Wang family has such a great reputation that you have mobilized so many people from various sects. Do you dare to risk the wrath of the prison guards to surround and kill me?" He Songling asked.

"Who do you think you are? The power that my Wang family can mobilize is beyond your imagination. No matter how good you are at fighting, you are still nothing in front of my Wang family!" Wang Ai looked at He Songling with disdain, "Why, Master He, do you regret not joining my Wang family now? It's too late!"

"Why can't I think about it? My master can't even call so many people together, how can you?" He Songling shook his head in disbelief.

"Hahaha, what's so great about your master? He's just a rough man who can fight. How can a thousand-year-old family like us, a thousand-year-old sect like Shaolin and Wudang, look down on you, a short-lived flower that suddenly rises up?"

Wang Ai grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, and sneered, "My father said a word, and these sects have to come here just to make friends with my Wang family.

"Mr. He, if you regret it, just kowtow to me three times and I will let you go today. Not only will I let you go, I will also let you enter the Wang family. But remember, this time you come here, you are not a guest, you are my family's servant, a dog of my Wang family, understand?"

"Young Master Wang, please move away. Go talk nonsense somewhere else." The Taoist from Ye Mao Mountain pulled Wang Ai away, looking at him with contempt. They really couldn't afford to offend the Wang family, but it was nonsense to say that they had to act like dogs at the word of the Wang family. The fat guy said "A thousand-year-old family can't be compared to others" and "No matter how good you are at fighting, you are not a dish." It seemed that he was scolding He Songling, but in fact, he slapped them all in the face.

The Taoist priest from Yemao Mountain squatted in front of He Songling and asked, "Master Jiuxu, we are not here for anything else. I heard that you have a skill that can tell the path of other people's kung fu by just looking at them, and you can also learn the skill yourself?"

"Oh..." He Songling understood what he said. What he meant was that even if the Wang family could not mobilize so many experts from different sects to attack him, it was incredible that they could spend money to hire a killer from the Tang Sect. It turned out that his anti-god spirit had been leaked by the head of the Wang family.

This was not just a way to vent the Wang family's anger, it was a real threat to the foundations of all the sects. In addition to the sorcerer sects such as Shuzi Sect and Wuhou Sect, the spirit summoning sects such as Liangshan and Chumaxian, and the sects that played with mechanical devices such as Shengongtang, Momen, and Jiyun Society, as long as it was a sect that practiced Qi, there was a risk of the skills being leaked.

As for why Shuzimen and Liangshan still came, it was naturally because there were huge benefits in it. Just like the Eight Wonders were the way to cause chaos, He Songling's ability was also the "way to cause chaos." Of course, it wouldn't work if someone else took it, but what if I took it?
Facing this kind of magical skill, what kind of hunting and hunting will be encountered can be seen from the founders and inheritors of the Eight Wonders. There are even eight of them, but now He Songling has only one. He is likely to suffer eight times as many as the eight people of the Eight Wonders.

Of course, He Songling had an advantage. He did not form a sworn brotherhood with Quan Xing, and with Zuo Rutong in control, no one dared to do anything to him blatantly. They could only disguise themselves as Quan Xing and take action like they did today.

“If Immortal Jiuxu hands over this kung fu, we will let him go today immediately and won’t dare to stop him at all. We will even help you with the fat boy from the Wang family. What do you think?” There was a strange red light flashing in the eyes of the Taoist priest of Yemao Mountain.

"Are there any others?" He Songling seemed to have no idea of ​​the danger and asked as if nothing had happened: "I'm afraid there won't be enough for just your families. Can you keep it?"

"Okay, to show our sincerity, let's first tell the Nine-Sequence Immortal the truth." The Taoist of Ye Maoshan called out, "Brothers, show yourselves and show them to the Nine-Sequence Immortal!"

With a whoosh, four or five people stood up from behind the rocks and bushes and bowed to He Songling. The Taoist priest from Yemao Mountain asked, "How is it, can you teach me now, Immortal?"

“I can’t teach you.”

"..." The Taoist priest from Yemao Mountain was silent for a while, then he said grimly, "Immortal Jiuxu, are you here to tease us?"

"Of course I am bored all the way. It would be fun to tease you guys a little bit." He Songling laughed.

"He Songling!" The Taoist priest of Yemao Mountain finally became furious. "I think you won't cry until you see the coffin. Young Master Wang, don't you have a grudge against him? I'll leave it to you first!"

"Haha, good, you should have handed it over to me long ago, so stop talking." Wang Ai walked forward with a grim smile and tried to reach out to slap He Songling in the face. "He Songling, remember, the one who's going to kill you is the little fat guy you despise the most. My name is Wang Ai!"

"Snapped!"

Wang Aiwan didn't expect that when he stretched out his hand halfway and didn't hit He Songling's face, he was grabbed by his only hand that was exposed. Wang Aiwan subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but felt that He Songling's hand was like copper and iron, and it didn't move at all. Then He Songling twisted his wrist.

"Kacha!"

The white bones pierced through the fat on Wang Ai's wrist and were revealed.

“Ahhhhhhh!!” Wang Ai’s miserable screams filled the valley. He gritted his teeth and shouted, “He Songling, I’ll kill him…”

"boom!"

Before Wang Ai could finish his words, a violent explosion destroyed more than half of the mountain on his body. The dust was like a curtain, and everyone could not see anything in their sight. They could only see a vast expanse of yellow.
-
Here it comes, the second chapter is here. This is a second-hand monthly ticket recycling platform I found on Qidian. One monthly ticket can update thousands more words than other authors. Qidian is an official platform for voting for monthly tickets. The monthly tickets I got are just voted in and recycled here. It's really convenient. If you vote for monthly tickets, there will be updates. If you like the price, they will update on the spot. In short, just listen to me and vote for me.

(End of this chapter)