“Something’s wrong” But soon some monks began to have doubts.
What was happening now was not like helping the Nanwu sect to test the formation, but like attacking the Nanwu sect.
There was even an internal response, and a lot of fireballs were just released.
What?
Can I make a move?
“This is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
But there were also people who suddenly had malicious intentions, with vicious intentions in their eyes.
They mobilized their cultivation power and blasted several magic streams at the Nanwu Sect, and at the same time they shouted: "Fellow Taoists, we have a large number of people and cannot be dealt with by the Nanwu Sect.
Why not take advantage of this opportunity and rob the Nanwu Sect?"
The words were full of incitement.
"I, Feihumen, have been bullied by the Nanwu sect for too many years, and I am willing to do this with fellow Taoists."
One of the leaders, who had been bullied by the Nanwu sect, shouted in response after firing a spell.
"I, the Red Flame Sect, did it too."
"How could such a good thing be possible without our giant spirit gang?"
"If we can conquer the Nanwu sect, I, the Immortal Building, will share in the benefits."
Voices responded one after another, embodying the ruthlessness and ruthlessness of the cultivation world.
Countless spells of light fell on the Nanwu Sect, which made Meng Fan couldn't help but be shocked and his eyes shrank.
But he can also understand the thoughts of those people.
The Eighteen Layers Mountain sect is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower.
The upper-level sects have long been filled with resentment towards the sects below them, and the Nanwu sect is the leader of the upper-level sects.
They will It is natural for the resentment to be directed at the Nanwu Sect.
Once the Nanwu Sect falls, the forces of the Eighteen Layers Mountain will be reshuffled.
The Yuxian Sect and the Beast Taming Sect were also bullied by the Nanwu Sect and almost closed their doors.
Among the monks, there were some who were watching the fun, some who had malicious intentions, and some who were planning to fish in troubled waters, which made the atmosphere suddenly lively.
"This is a bit unexpected."
Wen Renshuo, who had just planned to marry his youngest son, became thoughtful when he saw the scene.
Then he raised his head and looked at Meng Fan, who was standing at the front of the team.
He obviously guessed something about Meng Fan.
I was distracted by my thoughts, Meng Fan had already planned against the Nanwu Sect.
"How about helping this kid?"
Wen Renshuo, who owed Meng Fan a favor, felt his cultivation fluctuate more and more violently.
Then he waved countless fierce palm shadows towards the black crowd of Nanwu sect disciples who were rushing toward the mountain gate, leaving no room for action. , people can't help but wonder if he is trying to steal a wife for his younger son.
Wen Renshuo naturally has his own ideas.
Anyway, he is not from Shibazhong Mountain, so why should he worry about taking action?
This is a great opportunity to repay Meng Fan's favor.
With screams, a large number of Nanwu sect disciples who rushed in front fell down, and the Ten Thousand Shadows Palm started a group fight very efficiently.
Meng Fan glanced back at Wen Renshuo and smiled.
Wen Renshuo also smiled at Meng Fan, saying nothing.
"I can be bold this time."
Meng Fan took a long breath and felt extremely happy.
Thinking back to that time in Qingqiu City, he was shut down by Qian Deng.
It was Ziyang Xiaogong and the monks in Qingqiu City who were fighting lifelessly outside.
He only managed to survive in the end.
It can be said that he was not regretful, but also felt very guilty.
But this time, he can finally face the entire battle from beginning to end.
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Meng Fan raised his chin and looked up at the sky surrounded by the five peaks of the Nanwu Sect.
There was thick smoke floating in the sky, silently telling the Eighteen Layers Mountain that a war was taking place here, but there was a cloud that was extremely...
The whiteness flows slowly in the higher air, slowly changing its shape.
At a certain moment, Meng Fan always felt that he saw the face of Xiaoxi on the white clouds.
No need to wait too long We are going to reunite The corner of Meng Fan's mouth curved into a warm smile, and the aura on his body exploded with a snap of his fingers.
The people standing behind him, including Wen Renshuo, could not help but feel their hearts tremble and took a step back, even though Meng Fan was not targeting them.
More than ten golden swords appeared behind Meng Fan, and then he waved his hand, and the eighteen golden swords suddenly rose into the air.
Meng Fan pointed at the ten golden swords again, accompanied by a deafening roar.
With a rumbling sound, the ten golden swords suddenly grew and turned into ten giant swords more than ten feet long.
At the same time, there is a Five Elements Diagram looming behind Meng Fan, which provides vast and endless metallic energy for the transformation of the golden sword.
Ten golden giant swords have been completed, exuding a thrilling aura of oppression.
It made it difficult for the people standing behind Meng Fan to breathe.
"go" Meng Fan shook his arm fiercely, and ten huge golden swords whizzed, slashing down to different positions of the Nanwu Sect, casting terrifying shadows on the ground.
Perhaps intentionally, they did not slash towards Qianyuan where the Ghost Ancestor was. temple "Bold" "arrogant" An elder who was controlled by the fake leader suddenly rose up from the sect.
Amidst the angry shouts, he waved his palm towards one of the golden giant swords, but with just a snap, the elder turned into a ball of blood.
The mist died miserably, like a mosquito exploding.
Immediately, the sound of rumbling could be heard Those splendid buildings surrounded by five peaks suddenly collapsed one by one and turned into ruins, with dust and smoke rising into the sky.
Those disciples of the Nanwu sect who were rushing to the mountain gate to stop the monks turned around and fled away with horror on their faces, hating their parents for giving them two fewer legs.
But there were still some people who ran slower, and were swept away by the aftermath of the giant sword.
Their bodies flew into the air, and hit the ground heavily while rolling.
Some people also hit the building in the distance, smashing a huge hole in the roof ridge, and then The building also collapsed.
This was despite Meng Fan not targeting them.
The monks who saw this scene gasped.
It seemed that the battle between the deputy palace master and Shen Guolao was just a small fuss and did not show their true strength.
However, is this his true strength now?
All the monks had reservations.
Among the noisy monks, there was one person who looked at Meng Fan's back with a strong look of fear in his eyes.
This person was Shen Guolao.
He was sure to take four of the ten giant swords, but if If I continue, I'm afraid it will be difficult to survive.
Shen Guolao scratched his head with a sad face.
How could his nephew, Xingren, have gotten into such a terrifying existence without even picking him out?
He really didn't have the ability to kill Meng Fan after he lied to his sister Shen Jinghong.
Meng Fan glanced in the direction of the Qianyuan Hall of the Nanwu Sect, and then took action again.
With a wave of his hand, hundreds of paper figures rushed out and poured into the Nanwu Sect without fear of death.
The scene was extremely spectacular.
When the monks saw it, their eyes shrank.
This was really like a ceremony to commemorate the imminent demise of the Nanwu sect.
Meng Fan spread his palms and clenched them suddenly Those paper figures exploded one after another, it was Baihua Burial The reason why he acts without hesitation is because those people do not recognize him as their master, so they will not suffer backlash, but their power will be somewhat reduced, but it does not matter because they are more numerous.
Outside Qingqiu City, under the moonlight, the sect elder was almost killed by Meng Fan using the same technique.
Nanwu sect buildings were turned into ruins one after another, and paper scraps were flying all over the sky.
Meng Fan murmured: "If you haven't shown up yet, you haven't started the formation yet":