Chapter 801 Exposed (Part 1)
Reverse time, back to a while ago.
“What can we do here?!”
Hua Xiaolan gritted her teeth and said: “If we don’t go to help, what can we do here by waiting?!”
Ning Wushu was about to speak when the two of them were suddenly blinded by a burst of strong light.
That was when Jiang Baichuan used that extremely powerful sword move against Hua Wuying, and the glow was brilliant for a moment.
"What is that?"
Ning Wushu was shocked and confused: "Why is this sword move so familiar, yet so strange..."
Hua Xiaolan did not It felt familiar, but she was so nervous that she even forgot to shed tears. She didn't know what Hua Wuying would be like after that ray of light...
Then, she saw the righteous sword drawn out. The straight line, I saw the rays of light being scattered!
"Okay!"
Hua Xiaolan bit her lip and punched hard.
Ning Wushu also calmed down at this time and said softly: "Aren't you asking, what can we do? Come with me."
Hua Xiaolan's eyes lit up.
Ning Wushu led her, turned around and walked quickly towards the Xuanmeng gate. In the process, he waved around.
At this time, thunder light was faintly gathering in the sky. It was Fu Qingzhou condensing the chaotic immortal thunder.
As Ning Wushu waved his hand, familiar figures quickly floated over.
Wu Changfeng, Murong Xuan, and Yuan Zhen, who had just led a group of monks to bombard the golden Buddha shadow, also hurried over. In addition, of course, there were three military kings from the Northern Xinjiang army... By the way, there is also Wu Yan.
They all gathered around Ning Wushu at an extremely fast speed.
Ning Wushu spoke very fast and said in a deep voice: "The secret envoys have quietly set up formations about ten feet around the square. The positions are Qian, Yi, Fu, Guan, Xian, Yi, Zhen, Weiji... I'll go to Kun's position separately. You should spread out and find a position to join the formation. No matter what happens, don't leave for a while and keep an eye on the crowd."
Wu Changfeng blurted out: "What are you staring at?"
"Don't ask, just stare."
Ning Wushu said quickly: "When something happens, you just..."
< br>At this time, the long swords in the hands, waists, and backs of everyone in the audience all took off and unsheathed, and flew towards Jiang Baichuan!
“It’s too late!”
Ning Wushu solemnly said: "Hurry!"
After saying that, she was the first to rush out and climbed over the small building on the edge of the square in a few leaps.
After the other people looked at each other, they dispersed without hesitation.
Ning Wushu was the fastest, and in the blink of an eye he reached a formation outside the square where the Mingjiange secret envoy had set up.
There are three secret envoys here, each holding a formation flag, and circled a triangle about ten feet square on the ground. The three of them each stood in a position.
Seeing her arrival, the three of them were all shuddered and raised their hands to salute.
"No courtesy, hurry up and set up the formation!" Ning Wushu shouted.
The three emissaries were startled and quickly took out the Mingjian Zhishi Pai from their waists. At the same time, they took out a small pearl from their arms with their other hand.
The true essence was flowing around them, and the pearl immediately lit up. Then the light shone into the Mingjian Zhishi tablet, and reflected several rays of light under the reflection of the black jade tablet, which illuminated the formation flag. above.
At this time, there was a noise in the square.
"Strange, where did the smoke come from?"
"What is this smoke? Is it poisonous smoke? Hold your breath!"
"No, it doesn't sound like poison. What exactly is this..."< br>
At the same time, those formation flags were finally filled with the light reflected from the Ming Jian Zhi Shi Pai. The formation flags were flying without wind, and the faint blue light began to flow among them, and then seemed to be inspired, straight Soar into the sky!
Around the square, pillars of faint blue light also rose at the same time, shooting into the sky.
These light beams were invisible to those in the square who were submerged in the white mist.
Of course they didn’t see it either. The thunderclouds in the sky that had just been attracted by the chaotic fairy thunder formation were becoming more and more intense in color under the agitation of these beams of light. In less than a few breaths, they suddenly disappeared. It started to rain!
This... is actually the stormy formation of the Spirit Mirror Sect.
No, this scale is just a small storm.
When Lin Wangshu set up this formation under the tiankeng in southern Xinjiang, he told all about it without reservation, and both Fu Qingzhou and Hua Xiaolan listened.
Although Fu Qingzhou didn't understand this formation, he wrote down what Lin Wangshu said.
During this period, this formation was improved by those Dongtian Realm seniors, and was finally delivered to the hands of the Mingjiang Pavilion’s secret envoys.
The white mist on the square soon drifted here, but despite the wind and rain, the space around the formation flag was never submerged by the white mist.
As the wind and rain fell, Ning Wushu also stood in the triangle surrounded by the flags. She breathed a long sigh of relief and slowly closed her eyes. Fortunately, she caught up. As long as she maintained the formation, she would not be invaded by the white mist... The most important thing for her today could be done.
The next moment, an ink painting seemed to unfold before her eyes.
What is shown in the scroll is Xuanmeng Square, which is covered by thick white fog.
The appearance of the people was not clear, just like the outlines of blurred ink dots, but the directions and movements were extremely clear; and the white mist that filled the entire place seemed to her to be diluted The ink was very light in color and was smeared on the scroll indiscriminately.
She saw King Xishuo and others approaching Zhao Hao, and saw the people bumping around like headless flies in the fog.
But that's not what she cares about at this time.
She stared sharply at the crowd gathered together.
Amidst the chaos and panic, there is a group of people who are always calm.
No, they were not only calm, they even held something in their hands, holding it high.
Those white mists are constantly escaping from their hands!
The white mist did not just diffuse from the big iron sword ball where Jiang Baichuan and Huijue were hiding.
There are countless moles in the crowd!
There is no doubt that they are all from King Xishuo's side... They have been holding back for a long time, just waiting for this moment.
Ning Wushu curled his lips coldly.
Fu Qingzhou’s guess was indeed good.
Hua Wuying destroyed Jiang Baichuan's strongest killing move with one sword, and Fu Qingzhou triggered the sky thunder. These two hands... were not used to force the opponent into a desperate situation, but to force themselves into a desperate situation.
At this point, the opponent thinks they have all their cards, so it’s time to do something.
Fu Qingzhou couldn't guess what they were going to do, but no matter what the means, King Xishuo and the others' ultimate goal was to kill Fu Qingzhou and seize the credit for the Xuan Alliance Ceremony.
At this time, Jiang Baichuan and Huijue were exhausted from fighting, and King Xishuo and the others had to mobilize some of their own power to ensure that the matter was accomplished.
At this time, no matter what they do, someone will be exposed.
Those who quietly release the white mist among the crowd are the moles!
With the help of the wind and rain formation, they... were able to see clearly who these people were.
At this moment, an emissary behind Ning Wushu suddenly and quietly stretched his hand to his lower back, not knowing what to do.
But in the next moment, a blade of light lit up in front of his eyes!
Ning Wushu opened his eyes in shock, and without turning his head, the saber was unsheathed and slashed backwards!
The emissary opened his eyes wide, and before he could do anything, he was split in half from head to toe by the knife!
He fell to the ground, and his internal organs flowed all over the place from the wound that was split in half by the knife. The hand he had just stretched out to his lower back fell to the side, and a hollowed-out round jade stone rolled down in his hand, and the inside was slowly moving outward. Escape the white mist.
The other two emissaries were shocked.
“Why are you panicking?”
Ning Wushu said in a deep voice, crushed the jade stone with one foot, and then leaned over to pick up the Mingjian Zhishipai and pearls from the deceased: " Just kill the traitor and continue to push the formation."
The same situation is also happening in several other positions.
"Tsk."
Ji Yisong pulled the cloth around his eyes and kicked the dead body on the ground: "It's hard to see something for a while..."
Murong Xuan's claws penetrated She looked at the emissary beside her who had already taken out the hollow jade and snorted coldly.
Yuanzhen used the blade of his palm as a knife and cut the jade in the hand of the emissary in front of him into two pieces. When the other two emissaries beside him saw this, they immediately understood and drew their swords one after another, cutting his side The inner ghost took control...
The pointed iron rod in Wu Yan's hand instantly passed through the jade hollow and pierced into the eyes of the emissary beside him. The emissary immediately let out a howl like a killing pig.
However, where Hua Xiaolan, Wu Changfeng, Chen Yanwu, and Ye Sisi were, no mole appeared.
They found the location at random, but they would rather have no letter than them. No matter who encounters the mole, they will have a way to deal with it. At the worst, they will discover the mole's movements and find them out.
As early as when Qing Songzi was demonized and released, Fu Qingzhou knew that there must be a spy among the secret envoys.
So, since King Xishuo and the others are going to do something, the ghosts among these secret envoys will also jump out...
Therefore, they deliberately sent these people who came to Luoyi and had aristocratic families The emissary from the background arranged to come and set up the formation.
Sure enough, several people jumped out.
After that, the scabbard of Wang Jian sucked up the white mist.
Ning Wushu had a sullen face, shook off the blood on his knife, flew up, jumped over several rooftops, and landed lightly on a flagpole standing in the square.
In the wind and rain, her face was solemn, and she said in a cold voice: "The person who just helped release the white smoke and white mist in the crowd...stand up yourself, don't wait for this general to take action to arrest people!"
(End of Chapter)