Chapter 173 Chapter 173: Follow your heart and kill whoever acts like a monster!
Meng Chen did not move, and quietly released an aura that was probably at the peak of Nascent Soul. He did not dare to show too much power, otherwise these monsters would probably be shocked to death, and there would be no point in playing.
Among the monster beasts, those in the foundation-building stage quickly sensed Meng Chen's aura, and they stopped the little monsters under them from changing directions and continuing to attack the monks on the mountain.
Ji Zhiyin, Wen Ling and the others were dumbfounded. Some of the monsters had already rushed towards Lin Xiaoxiao, why did they suddenly come back?
This time, those monsters seemed determined to fight against them, and they charged even more crazily. The monks on Foxyin Mountain were miserable and could only fight to the death.
While they were fighting, Meng Chen kept staring at the situation on the battlefield.
When the casualties were at their worst, he also discovered anomalies.
The broken sword behind a little foundation-building demon exuded a strange green luster, and bursts of secret spells sounded from inside the little sword. Then the souls of the little demons and human monks who died in the battle involuntarily floated towards the little sword and sank into it. There was no sound in it.
The monks on Huyin Mountain also saw this strange scene, and their eyes were about to burst. These monsters not only wanted to kill people, but also wanted to collect their souls!
Ji Zhiyin, Wen Ling and the others were just hanging around in the back, but when they saw that the souls of the killed people had been taken away, they felt a sense of crisis and started to fight with them.
It was not until midnight that the two sides ceased fighting. Both sides suffered heavy losses.
The disciples of various sects suffered countless casualties, and some of them broke their identity tokens and escaped from the secret realm. Now there are only more than thirty people left in total, but their strength is unquestionable, and they are all the best among the monks of each sect.
The monsters didn't get any benefits here. The remaining disciples were all somewhat dependent on them, and they all had at least one spiritual weapon in their hands. This was why they were able to withstand the foundation-building monsters.
Wen Ling had a weak appearance and was cared for by many monks during the battle. During the break, she asked about the injuries one by one and expressed her sympathy. The monks were instantly moved and became extremely protective.
At this moment, Wen Ling was walking among the many disciples, as if he had become the group favorite again.
During this period, many monks also sent their protective spiritual weapons to Wen Ling, seemingly to give them to Wen Ling, but Wen Ling did not accept them.
It's not that I don't want treasures, it's just that I really don't like these spiritual weapons.
In the distance, Lin Xiaoxiao looked a little gloomy when she saw this scene.
"Damn it, how can this vicious guy be so good at pretending!"
Li Wan'er and two other Zixiao Sect disciples had been following Meng Chen. At this moment, they were observing everything that happened from a third perspective. From this look, they could really see something unusual about Wen Ling.
When they were getting along with Wen Ling before, they didn't feel that since everyone was very good to her, they should be good to her too. At that time, there were also senior brothers and sisters who wanted to give their spiritual weapons or even spiritual treasures to Wen Ling. Some people who are unwilling to give it away will even be targeted by everyone.
The more they think about it, the more embarrassed they feel. That is to say, they are relatively poor and usually don't talk much in the team, otherwise they don't know what they will do!
The next day, there were only a few monsters at the foot of the mountain. They did not attack again, but they did not disperse either. It seemed that they were preparing to blockade Huyin Mountain.
Seeing this, the disciples of each sect breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to calm down for a while.
Meng Chen led Lin Xiaoxiao, Li Wan'er and the others up Huyin Mountain. When the disciples on the mountain saw them, their faces suddenly became gloomy.
When Wen Ling saw them coming up, he said solemnly: "Humph! They are very powerful, but they stand by and watch. It's so shameless!"
Because Ji Zhi's eyes were full of resentment, he gritted his teeth and said: "These people, regardless of their friendship, don't know what they are doing now!"
The other sect disciples stared at Meng Chen and Lin Xiaoxiao with gloomy expressions, obviously having a bad impression of them. Facing such ferocious looks, Meng Chen just smiled contemptuously and walked to the middle of the Zixiao Sect disciples' team with his hands behind his back.
Counting Ji Zhiyin and Wen Ling, there were only seven people left in the Zixiao Sect. Their eyes were filled with murderous intent. They fought hard all night, and their bodies were stained with rich blood.
Ji Jiyin drew his sword, and the dazzling sword light flashed in front of everyone's eyes, pointing directly at Meng Chen.
"You traitors to the Zixiao Sect! You deserve to die!"
Meng Chen's eyes instantly turned cold: "I don't like people pointing swords at me."
When Wen Ling next to Ji heard this, she gritted her teeth and said, "Sister Xiaoxiao, you not only want to stand by and watch your fellow disciples, but now you also want to add insult to injury, right?"
Meng Chen didn't say anything, but raised his hand in the air. A blood hole appeared between Ji's eyebrows, and blood bloomed on the back of his head. It was already penetrated.
Before anyone could react, Ji just fell straight down, and the loud sound of landing made the nearby monks tremble.
Wen Ling, who was standing next to Ji Zhiyin, was dumbfounded. Lin Xiaoxiao and Li Waner were also dumbfounded. Everything happened so suddenly!
Meng Chen glanced at me indifferently: "I said I don't like people pointing swords at me."
As Meng Chen finished speaking, the monks around him reacted. Wen Ling stepped back in horror, feeling terrified in her heart.
Ji Zhiyin's cultivation is considered to be the best in the team. If he is not an opponent, the others will not be the same.
Meng Chen's eyes never fell on her for a moment. He put his hands behind his back and said to Lin Xiaoxiao behind him:
"Xiaoxiao, kill whoever harms you, kill whoever hates you, no matter whether he is a sect member or a blood relative, the right way is to repay him in his own way. Don't be bound by the so-called sect relationship and blood relationship. ”
Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed with ferocity, and his eyes were already locked on Wen Ling.
Wen Ling felt as if she was being targeted by some ferocious monster, as if she would be torn apart at any time.
She quickly stepped back, grabbed the arm of a male monk, and said in panic: "Brother Zhou Ping, they want to betray the sect, they want to become demons, please help me!"
She looked very weak, crying so hard, but none of the monks around her dared to speak. From the way Meng Chen killed Ji Zhiyin just now, they could see that this mysterious man wearing a mask had deep strength. It’s unpredictable, at least it’s not something that novices like them who practice Qi and build foundations can provoke.
As for Wen Ling, they felt pity and shame for her, but that was all.
Lin Xiaoxiao stepped forward, the sword blade appeared in his hand, stained with the ice of the Ice Dragon Python.
Seeing that no one was helping her, Wen Ling quickly crushed the identity token in her hand and disappeared into the secret realm the next moment.
Li Waner's face was full of displeasure: "Damn, I forgot about this, the identity token can take her to forcefully leave the secret realm..."
Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Meng Chen, and Meng Chen told her not to worry, she was just a grasshopper after autumn.
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