Chapter 1947 (1/2)

After he defeated qingbuzhuo, Zhang Ziling wrapped his voice with spiritual power and said to the monks around him: ”everyone here will listen to me. Tomorrow will be a grand gathering of the four sides. If anyone dares to make trouble in the city and disturb the process of the grand meeting of the four sides, it is no wonder that this seat is merciless.”

The voice dropped, Zhang Ziling stepped on one foot, and the earth shook. Many monks failed to stand still and fell to the ground. Their faces looked frightened!

After provoking all the monks again, Zhang Ziling did not intend to stay here. The space around him was slightly distorted and disappeared with his little soul.

Seeing Zhang Ziling leave, the gorgeous beauty's expression in front of the sedan chair becomes indifferent again, and returns to the flower trellis again.

”Grand gathering of the four sides Hum

”Drive back. Next, we have a lot to do. ”

The lazy voice came from the sedan chair. The women who carried the sedan chair stepped into the air and soon disappeared in the air.

The other imperial friars in Hongfeng city once again covered up their tracks and remained silent, waiting for tomorrow's grand gathering.

All of a sudden today, everyone needs time to cushion and prepare.

And tomorrow's grand gathering of the four sides is just an opportunity for all major forces!

After Zhang Ziling left, no one dared to make trouble around the life and death platform. Countless monks left with heavy worries. Even Qingyun gate and Tianhu gate were not worried about fighting at the moment. Their respective leaders went back with their own disciples in despair.

Several disciples of the yijianzong immediately come to the stage of life and death, lift up qingbuzhuo, stare at Mo ye on the stage of life and death with cold eyes, and gnash teeth and say, ”three inch sect, today's hatred, we yijianzong remember it!”

After giving Mo ye a hard word, the Yi Jian sect disciples did not stay here. They left with the seriously injured Qing Buzhuo and went back to seek treatment from their ancestors!

Mo Ye's soul has been ticked off by the devil emperor's manual. Naturally, he doesn't want to argue with the group of guys in yijianzong, so he allows them to leave.

For the time being, no one is going to snatch the devil's manual, and the whole red Maple City looks very calm at present.

Now, however, everyone knows that under this calm surface, there will be a terrible undercurrent!

The attraction of Daoji relics

It's deadly!

The immortal Wu sullen sat on the platform of life and death, looking at the back of the monks leaving, his face was full of despair.

”Conspiracy It's all a conspiracy... ”

The immortal spirit of Wuchang kneels down powerless, his eyes are empty, and he murmurs in his mouth.

Now only he knows that the arrogant ”no sullen real man” who got the devil's manual is actually the devil emperor's disguise!

The so-called relics of Daoji It's all directed and performed by the devil emperor!

”Everyone was cheated by him, everyone fell into his trap...”

”The devil He wants us all to die! ”

The immortal soul of wusul read in despair. The pain that he knew the truth but could not tell anyone could only watch his family step by step towards the abyss almost broke him down!

In the endless despair, the spirit of wusul immortal gradually became dark, and his whole body began to fill with a strange smell.

”Well?”

Mo ye, who is still on the stage of life and death, seems to feel a trace of foreboding in the air. His eyes change slightly and he is on guard.

But Wu sullen real man stares at the change of Mo Ye. His face is full of despair. Suddenly, hope rises again, and his expression becomes extremely distorted.