The Most Outstanding Anchor Immortal Cultivation System

Chapter 320 The Insane Conspiracy

Two masters?

The deputy hall master was shocked. According to the information, didn't Wang Zheng only have one golden alchemy master?

Why did another pop out?
Just when he was astonished, he saw a group of white Youyou's spirit body come out.

"Hmph, cunning Wang Zheng! It's this time, and you're still bluffing!"

The deputy hall master sneered and said, "It's obvious that there is only one spiritual body master, but you call two! You also said that we are shameless and skinless, and I think you are the shameless and skinless Fortress Lord!"

Wang Zheng touched his nose.

Wocao, to tell the truth but be despised, what kind of world is this?
"Hmph, Master Jindan, right?" The deputy hall master continued to sneer, "I have already prepared a big gift for you!"

Saying that, he took out a small bell from the space ring.

Everyone present was a little puzzled, what do you do with a small bell, do you really want to give it as a gift?
Seeing other people's puzzled expressions, the deputy hall master was even more proud: "Don't you know it? This is the soul-repressing bell! It specializes in the spirit body of the same level of cultivation!"

"Awesome, amazing!" Wang Zheng began to show off his acting skills again, his eyes showed horror, "He actually specializes in subduing spirit bodies of the same level of cultivation, Master, you have to be careful..."

A group of injured old men and women seemed to have finally regained their face, all of them looked arrogant, as if victory was beckoning!

Once the deputy hall master takes down Wang Zheng's golden alchemy master, they will catch Wang Zheng and cut him into pieces to vent their hatred!
As for Yao Xixian, Yun Xiaoying and other beauties, they tried their best to put on a serious look, but in fact they were trying so hard to hold back their laughter that they could hardly hold it back!

"Hmph, Wang Zheng, look at how arrogant you are after I've dealt with your master!"

The deputy hall master sneered triumphantly: "Give it to me!"

Said, shaking his right hand.

Hey, why is there no sound?
Take a look, the hands are actually empty!
What about the soul bell? !
"Nice gadget." Hua Zihun looked at the soul-suppressing bell in his hand and said approvingly, "I didn't expect people in the lower domain to have such an exquisite little magic weapon. Not bad, really good!"

The old man and the old lady were all dumbfounded!

The deputy hall master was even more horrified!
What kind of spell is this mud horse?
Teleportation? !

Moreover, although the other party is a spirit body and has a restrained aura, his demeanor of looking down on the world is something that only a capable person will have!
Master of the Golden Core Spirit Body?

No, absolutely not!

The deputy hall master decisively took out a teleportation card and was about to activate it.

Unexpectedly, Hua Zihun lightly waved his strange paintbrush: "Little friend, why are you in a hurry to leave?"

Immediately, the space around the deputy hall master was completely imprisoned!

Great confinement technique!

With just such a flick of the paintbrush, the Vice-Hall Master with Jindan Xiu could not move at all!

A group of old men and women were almost scared to pee!

Who is this person? !
Calling the deputy palace master a child, the strength is even more unfathomable!

Who in the organization collected the intelligence?

Master Caota!
Why isn't there any information about this expert? !
"Wang Zheng, what do you want to ask?" Hua Zihun said lightly.

"Thank you, Master." Wang Zheng first saluted respectfully, then turned to a group of old men and women and asked, "I still have the same question, where did you hide the hundreds of thousands of Lingmeng monks? What kind of conspiracy is there?"

A group of old men and women looked at each other, and looked at the imprisoned deputy hall master with fearful eyes, and dared not speak.

"Master, they won't say anything." Wang Zheng shrugged.

Hua Zihun narrowed his eyes: "Stubborn!"

After finishing speaking, a miniature tower was recruited, which is the pyramid in the land of Yunze!

"I like painting the most in my life. This time, let's draw a little old lady!"

With two swipes of the strange paintbrush, everyone saw that the grim-eyed old lady's body stopped, and each living person instantly turned into a piece of paper!
Dangyouyou was taken into a mini pyramid!
what?
This……

Everyone, not only the deputy hall master and other old men, but even Wang Zheng, Yao Xixian and others were all shocked!
This is the first time I have seen this technique!
So weird!

So domineering!

Wang Zheng also finally understood how the lifelike murals in the pyramid came about!
Nima's, it's scary, it's scary!

"Is there someone willing to answer my apprentice's question now?" Hua Zihun asked lightly.

"Yes, I will!"

"I know! I answer!"

"I I I..."

"It's the Blood Devouring Soul Spell!"

The old men learned to rush to answer.

Blood Devouring Soul Spell?
Wang Zheng and the others didn't understand.

Hua Zihun's calm face suddenly changed: "How dare you use such a vicious forbidden technique?!"

Wang Zheng and the others had never seen Hua Zihun so shocked, and they were also horrified. What kind of vicious forbidden technique made the Flying Spirit Realm monks lose their composure so much?
With a wave of a strange paintbrush, Hua Zihun imprisoned a group of people, leaving only the short old man in the lead: "You! Speed ​​leads the way!"

The tone is stern, beyond doubt!
"Yes, senior!" The short old man was sweating on his forehead, leading the way in a panic.

A group of people followed the old man and entered a passage.

After turning left and right, we went down obliquely, passed many gates and organs, and went deeper and deeper, as if we were going to go underground.

The temperature is getting colder and colder, and the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, making people want to vomit.

"Senior, we're here!" The short old man walked up to a heavy stone door, touched the mechanism, and the stone door slowly opened with a "gurgling".

Suddenly, an extremely strong smell of blood rushed over!

Yao Xixian, Yun Xiaoying and others hurriedly covered their mouth and nose with their hands, and almost spat it out.

Wang Zheng also frowned deeply, and walked in.

The space inside is particularly huge, and there are rows of huge pools closely connected.

The pool was filled with bright red blood, and monks were meditating densely in it, and everyone was pale and bloodless.

Roughly estimated, there are 5 to [-] people.

In mid-air, a huge red flower slowly rotated.

Countless silk threads connected to the red flowers from the pool of blood.

"What is this thread for?" Wang Zheng asked angrily.

The short old man shrank his neck: "On the one hand, it devours the monks' flesh and blood essence, and at the same time, it can also slow down their hunger and dehydration speed, and replenish some energy, so as not to die immediately."

"It really is such a vicious forbidden technique!" Hua Zihun's face turned blue, and he swung the paintbrush in his hand, seemingly with infinite anger.

The red flower was immediately imprisoned, and countless thin threads snapped.

At the same time, the monks all spat out a mouthful of blood, many of them opened their eyes, and some of them fainted directly.

Fortunately, the cultivator sat close enough that even if he fainted, he would not fall into the pool of blood and choke to death.

Among the monks who woke up, some of them knew Wang Zheng, and they shouted weakly, "Master Wang, help..."

"Don't worry, take a good rest, there are still many people under the control of magic." Wang Zheng shouted loudly.

Stretching out the tiger's arms, he carried the short old man over: "There are only forty to fifty thousand here! Where are the others?!"

"In...in other halls that are connected to each other!"

The short old man was shivering, and took Wang Zheng and his party to several nearby halls.

Hua Zihun shot again and again, imprisoning nine red flowers.

Hundreds of thousands of monks were saved!

There are also many monks who did not survive this catastrophe, their living blood was swallowed up, and they died...

"Why did you activate such a frenzied sorcery?!" Wang Zheng asked angrily, grabbing the collar of the short old man with both hands.

The short old man whose cultivation was imprisoned replied truthfully: "It is to improve the cultivation of the top management of the organization, and at the same time... weaken the strength of your Lingmeng small domain."

Yao Xixian and the others looked at each other.

It's nothing more than using sorcery to improve some people's cultivation. Why weaken the strength of Lingmeng Continent?

Behind this, I am afraid there is a conspiracy.

"Is there another conspiracy?" Wang Zheng asked.

"I, my status is low, I don't know much about it." The short old man trembled.

Gritting his teeth, Wang Zheng continued to ask, "How did you get hundreds of thousands of monks here?"

"It was the deputy hall master who arranged for the space formation master to tamper with your teleportation formation." The short old man replied.

That's it!

No, why didn't Wang Zheng and his group teleport here?

After hearing Wang Zheng's question, the short old man answered honestly: "It was requested by Special Envoy Lu Youling. He wants to kill you with his own hands, and also wants to use you to find the treasure, killing two birds with one stone."

It was so!
"Is there a teleportation array back to Lingmeng Continent?" Wang Zheng asked.

"Yes!" The short old man knew everything and told the truth about the location of the large teleportation array.

Although Wang Zheng wanted to smash the old man into thousands of pieces immediately, but thinking that the old man had some uses, at least he could help him take care of hundreds of thousands of monks, so he spared his life for the time being.

The monks of Lingmeng were too weak. Wang Zheng bought countless food and beverages from the Ark system at any cost, and asked Yao Xixian and others to find some monks who could barely move and distribute them quickly.

After such a long time, the monks finally had a full meal.

The Nanfeng Secret Realm and his party are simply an unforgettable nightmare!

The Lingmeng cultivators, who were relieved a little, fell to their knees one after another: "The Lord of the Castle, the ladies of the Lord of the Castle! Thank you for your life-saving grace!"

"I know how to repay you! My life belongs to the King Castle!"

"As long as the castle master says a word, we will go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, and we will die!"

"Don't give up!"

Hundreds of thousands of monks shouted in unison.

Wang Zheng clasped his fists in return, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone is serious! Everyone is suffering from this catastrophe, and I, Wang Zheng, have a duty to help everyone! Everyone, please recover as soon as possible, so we can... go home!"

Come back home!

Ah, go home!

Home, what a warm word!
What an extravagant word!
How many people are almost desperate here!

How many people think that they must die in a foreign land!

Now, he was able to go home!
Who gave them a chance to regenerate?
It's Wang Zheng!
Countless people fell to their knees again, with tears in their eyes, choking with sobs, thanking Wang Zheng for saving his life.

Yao Xixian, Yun Xiaoying and the others also sighed, their eyes turning red.

After finally calming down the monks, with a wave of Hua Zihun's paintbrush, the blood-colored flowers in mid-air fluttered down one after another, and even the strange flowers in other halls floated to Hua Zihun's hands as if they had eyes.

Wang Zheng and the others looked at the nine bewildering bloody flowers, and couldn't help being filled with anger again!

"Painting master, this kind of evil flower, destroy it!"

(End of this chapter)