Chapter 1603 The dove takes over the magpie's nest
Inside the silver-white palace standing on the top of the northern mountains.

"Hahahahahaha!!!!!!"

"My brother's intelligence is indeed accurate."

"It is really surprising that Xiu Ci and Xue He, two heirs of sects that are incompatible with each other, would collude with each other."

"If you hadn't told me, I might have been tricked by them this time."

Sitting on the throne on the platform in the palace was a handsome middle-aged man wearing a silver royal robe embroidered with dragon patterns. This man was none other than Long Yan, the second prince of the Qing Kingdom.

"ambush?"

"Be careful, they are well prepared."

When the table was set as Long Ying had agreed, outside the Silver Palace, two figures emitting powerful auras were constantly attacking the defenses that protected the safety of the palace. They were Xiu Ci and Xue He.

When they were driven away by the [Light of Destruction], they immediately separated and pretended not to know each other, intending to trick people in this trial.

They deliberately sent people to attack the Loose Cultivator Alliance.

The more people Jishendao kills, the stronger they will be; the more people Huasheng Temple converts, the higher their cultivation will be.

Under such a premise, Xuehe and Xiuci were not afraid at all that the second prince of Qing Kingdom, Longying, would not be fooled.

It is impossible for Long Yan to just watch Xue He and the others improve their cultivation.

Xiu Ci and Xue He sent their own subordinates to attack the Loose Cultivator Alliance, which would only cause them to lose some cannon fodder, and would not have any impact on their strength. However, for people like Long Yan, who belong to the Qiyun Divine Dynasty, their strength is directly proportional to the number of people under their command.

After dividing the forces, Long Ying's strength was weakened by 30 to 40 percent, so Xiu Ci and Xue He immediately launched an attack, hoping to defeat Qing's troops in one fell swoop.

After attacking the formation several times, Xiu Ci and Xue He found that the formation was extremely solid and could not be broken in a short time. So they stopped attacking and stood in the air, facing Long Yan who was sitting in the palace.

Then their eyes moved slightly, and they saw their old acquaintance Long Qin sitting on a chair not far from Long Ying.

"I see!"

"I was wondering why I fell into a trap as soon as I got here. It turns out that Longqing revealed my whereabouts." Holding a white jade folding fan and wearing a blood-red robe, Xuehe looked extremely weird.

Long Yan's method of setting up the formation with a human as the center of the formation consumes a lot of energy in the person setting up the formation, and it is impossible to keep it open all the time. When Xiu Ci stepped in, the formation was activated. They knew that their information had been leaked.

Xiu Ci (→_→) (←_←) blood river.

They looked at each other, and then Xiuci said, "Is this how the Second Prince of Qing treats his allies?"

"Hahaha!!!!"

"With such ignorance, it's no wonder that you, Long Xuan, are the second prince but can never become the crown prince."

Huasheng Temple is a righteous sect, Jishen Dao is an evil sect, and Qing Kingdom is somewhere in between. It is difficult to determine its righteous or evil nature, but generally speaking, it is closer to Huasheng Temple on the surface. In the country, it is usually a cultivator who promotes the righteous path, so there is no problem with Xiu Ci saying that they are allies.

When Long Yan heard Xiu Ci's words, he did not answer. Instead, his eyes were empty and one hand was unconsciously stroking the armrest of the throne, as if he was in a daze.

Xiao Dongzi, the attendant hiding behind the third prince Longqin, glanced at Longqin who was sitting above him, and a look of realization appeared in his eyes. He understood that the second prince Longqin didn't want to scold others for the sake of his own elegance, so he was waiting.

Waiting for someone to take his place and scold that shameless bald guy outside.

Although Xiao Dongzi saw it, he had no intention of standing out. He was not the type of person who liked to be the first to stand out. Moreover, he was a close attendant of the Third Prince Longqin, not a close eunuch of the Second Prince Longqin. No matter how he showed his loyalty, he could not gain complete trust. Instead, he would completely offend the Third Prince Longqin.

Xiao Dongzi swept his eyes over the people in the room and found that the second prince's staff standing on both sides of the hall were all watching their noses and their hearts. He suddenly realized, "It turns out that I'm not the only smart person!"

It was nothing for the core disciples of the Twelve Origins to have enmity with each other, but it was dangerous for ordinary disciples to offend core disciples, even if they were not from the same sect. Coming out to help Long Yan curse a few times at this time would indeed earn Long Yan's appreciation, but it was just appreciation, with no actual benefits.

The most important thing is that the second prince Long Yan likes to recruit celebrities. Celebrities naturally protect their reputation and are unwilling to do anything disgraceful in public.

Xiuci kept insulting and mocking Longying. Just when Longying could no longer hold back, his good brother Longqin stood up and said, "Xiuci, you baldy thief, you are so despicable and shameless."

"As a member of an upright sect, he actually colluded with a cult demon."

"As the saying goes, naming should complement what is lacking. Your master named you Xiu Ci. It seems that your master has a good eye. You, a bald head, really have no mercy at all."

"I have committed so much murder together with the evil cult demon Xuehe."

"When I return, I will publicize your deeds and let the world know the true face of the high monks of Huasheng Temple."

"￥%…………&*"

Long Qin stood up and scolded Xiu Ci, not because he guessed what Long Yan meant, but because he really hated Xiu Ci and Xue He.

Xiao Dongzi looked at Long Qin who was cursing without regard for manners and despised him in his heart. Then he glanced at the white-armored soldiers outside the hall who were the core of the formation. He was surprised and said, "Strange, why is this damn monk talking so irritatingly?"

"The last time we met, this damn monk wasn't so talkative!"

Then he caught a glimpse of the soldiers in silver armor outside the hall. They were trembling slightly, sweating profusely, and looked extremely exhausted.

"not good……"

Xiao Dongzi retreated from Longqin's left side to his back, changed his voice and shouted, "You bald ass is stalling for time."

Instantly, everyone in the hall was shocked. Long Yan, who was sitting on the throne, also realized that he had been tricked. The formation that trapped Xuehe and the others was a human formation, which consumed the strength of the soldiers every moment.

Xuehe laughed and said, "Didn't you say that your secret method can make them die in a daze and unable to wake up?"

"It seems that's all." Xiu Ci glanced at Xue He who was teasing him with an unfriendly look, and said coldly: "My secret method is fine. My secret method is mainly aimed at the two brothers Long Qin and Long Yan, so someone successfully woke up."

Xuehe smiled and did not continue the topic. He waved the white jade folding fan in his hand, and a large sea of ​​blood appeared out of thin air beneath him: "Watch me next!"

The moment the sea of ​​blood appeared, the formation that Long Yan had set up in advance had already been severely depleted due to Xiu Ci's delay. At this time, the blood river launched such a fierce attack that it was immediately broken.

"You are looking for death." Long Yan placed his hand on the throne, grasped the dragon head armrest and pulled hard. A long sword immediately appeared. The next moment, it appeared in front of Xuehe and chopped down with one knife.

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On the southern mountain where the scattered cultivators were,

A strange black liquid was flowing everywhere, like melted asphalt.

These were all people from the three original forces. When they attacked the settlement of the independent cultivators, Song Renyi was forced into a desperate situation and launched a secret method of mutual destruction.

The first person who touched the black strange substance was lucky. He died quickly and did not feel too much pain. Those who came into contact with the black strange substance later died in extreme pain.

After the first person who touches the black strange substance dies, the black strange substance will not disappear immediately, but will still remain on the ground. If someone steps on this liquid later, it will be like a maggot on the tarsal bone and difficult to get rid of. That person can only watch himself being swallowed up bit by bit by the black strange substance.

Every person who was contaminated by the strange black substance was like a beast with bloody fangs crawling on his body. It was tearing, chewing, and gnawing on his body tissues one bite at a time. Moreover, he was still conscious and was being devoured bit by bit, causing him to suffer intense physical pain and extreme fear mentally.

The screams that came one after another resounded throughout the wilderness, making those who saw this scene feel as if they had entered the eighteenth level of hell and saw a vicious ghost walking through a mountain of knives and boiling in an oil pan, giving people a creepy feeling.

Originally, these black strange substances only stained the bodies of people from the three origin forces, but as the bodies of the people behind them were constantly devoured, they continued to dance and struggle wildly, like people falling into the water, desperately trying to grab everything around them that they could grab. The splashed black strange substances eventually spread to the bodies of these casual cultivators.

The people sent by the three origin forces have all been infected by the black strange substance. Death is only a matter of time. It can be said that the entire army has been wiped out.

The casualties among the independent cultivators were even greater, and now there are less than a hundred of them, and they are all gathered on the platform at the top of the mountain.

They used a large number of portable dwellings as barriers on all sides of the mountain to prevent those who had lost their minds due to the torture of pain from rushing over.

Zhao Yun, who was hiding in the crowd, looked at this scene with a pale face and said to Wang Ming, "What kind of power is this? I feel that these disgusting things can threaten my life."

You should know that Zhao Yun's cultivation level is at the ninth level of the mortal realm at this time. Converted into the immortal realm, it is the level of the tribulation period, and he is only one step away from becoming an immortal.

Even Zhao Yun, who is so powerful, is afraid of the black substance on the ground, so you can imagine how strange it is.

"It's just a summoning spell that uses self-sacrifice as a medium. Don't be surprised." Wang Ming said calmly.

"Summoning spell?" Zhao Yun asked puzzledly.

"Well! It's just a summoning spell from an outsider. This kind of borrowing of magic from an outsider is like going to a restaurant to eat. After paying, you still have to kneel down and beg. Only when you are strong yourself can you be truly strong." Wang Ming said indifferently.

Then Wang Ming transmitted his voice again: "Take a good look at that black substance! That is what the future of cultivating the Way of Flesh and Blood will look like."

From Wang Ming's point of view, this strange black substance should be part of the physical tissue of a strong man who has followed the path of flesh and blood evolution.

Wang Ming once deduced the way of evolution of flesh and blood, but because of this path of cultivation, every evolution was uncertain, and each evolution was more bizarre than the last, Wang Ming, who did not want to become a deformed monster, gave up this path.

Zhao Yun said: "You mean..."

Wang Ming nodded and said, "People who practice the path of flesh and blood evolution will become less and less like human beings the more they practice. In the end, their consciousness will be lost, and they will become more and more perverted and closer to monsters."

Zhao Yun was also shocked when she saw this scene. Wang Ming had shared his martial arts experience with her, so Zhao Yun had also deduced the method of flesh and blood cultivation on her own. If it weren't for the world's time cycle, she would have been on a path of no return.

Zhao Yun: "Are we not going to take action yet?"

Wang Ming raised his head, his eyes filled with golden matter, looking at the void above his head and the invisible energy brewing in the clouds, and said in a gentle tone: "The time is not up yet."

“Not enough people died.”

Then Wang Ming looked towards the battle on the northern hill again and continued, "There are still three people in the ninth level of the Mortal Realm. It is not wise or safe to take action at this time."

Finally, Wang Ming looked at the mountaintop below him and the strange black substance flowing there and said, "There are too many conspirators. It's not advisable to take action."

Confused, Zhao Yun followed Wang Ming's gaze and a light flashed through his mind: "Song Renyi is not dead?"

Wang Ming tilted his head and glanced at Zhao Yun: "You guessed it! But it's not complete. Song Renyi died, but he thought he was not dead."

"?" Zhao Yun didn't understand what Wang Ming meant.

When Wang Ming was about to explain to Zhao Yun, he suddenly paused and looked towards the distant northern hills.

Long Qin and Long Yan are both princes of Qing State, and both follow the path of the Fortune Dynasty, but the forms of expression are different. Long Qin's path is similar to that of Prince Xuan Xiao of Yan State, gathering the power of everyone to form a whole. Long Yan's path is to absorb the power of everyone and then bless himself, similar to the way Wang Ming uses the power of destiny. The more you can bear, the stronger your power will be.

After Long Yan made his move, he suppressed Xue He and Xiu Ci for a while. However, when he was fighting with the two of them, the energy in his body suddenly became violent, and Xue He and Xiu Ci seized the opportunity to hit his vital points.

Long Yan endured the severe pain and slashed them away with a knife. Then he looked down at his chest and the light seeping out from his body. Shock and confusion appeared on his face. He turned his head to look behind him: "This..."

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, he exploded.

At this time, Longqin suddenly shouted, "Brother Wang!"

"Soldiers! Brother Wang is dead. Follow me to avenge him."

The faces of the soldiers under Long Yan showed confusion. Their lord died in battle, and they died with him, so that their families could be taken care of. If they went back alive, not only would they die, but their families would also be implicated.

However, there was one exception, that is, if they defected to other princes, it would be equivalent to a conflict among the upper class and not their responsibility. So, except for a few diehard members who committed suicide on the spot, the others immediately defected to Longqin.

(End of this chapter)