Cannon fodder's counterattack

It has grown!

They have not experienced what happened before, but they can actually increase their cultivation by swallowing that inexplicable aura.

At this moment, everyone who had been watching gradually became excited. Some people could no longer bear the temptation of cultivation. After a few ups and downs, they rushed into the battlefield in the center of the square.

Things completely developed in the direction "Chonghua" expected. There were fewer and fewer awake people in the square. Within a few breaths, only the four Yuan Yihuan and a few fusion monks were left in the corner.

Shi Yuyao had already reached Yuan Yihuan's side, and she asked in a low voice: "Ah Huan, what should we do?"

"Of course it's cold." Han Lu suddenly said, rather roguely: "The sky is falling and there is still a tall man blocking it. We are only in the early stages of becoming gods. It is the limit to control ourselves and not lose our minds. What else can we do? "

Hearing this, the man in black clothes who had been hiding in the dark glanced at him in surprise, and a dark light quickly flashed in his eyes.

These spiritual cultivators are determined. Looking at their clothes, they are simple but high-level robes engraved with array patterns. Their cultivation is not high, but their aura is restrained and calm.

Moreover, when faced with the spiritual weapons and elixirs sent by Chonghua before, several people were unmoved, so if it was not what he expected, they must be disciples of powerful forces with rich wealth, but he didn't know that they really saw Chonghua. The problem is still pretending to be calm.

Countless thoughts flashed through Yu Chengyuan's mind, but his eyes seemed to be looking at the central battlefield but never left the Chonghua phantom suspended in front of the stone statue.

No matter what their purpose and plan is, he just hopes that they will not destroy his plan later, otherwise, no matter what kind of powerful disciple they are, he will not show mercy!

*

In the square, as people joined in later, the scene fell into chaos, and the fighting among the people became more intense.

Blood splattered everywhere and stumps of limbs flew around.

The warm blood soaked the square, leaving patches of dazzling scarlet on the gray ground.

The number of people who fell gradually increased, and the cultivation of those who remained in the square became even more powerful.

puff!

The man in gray clothes was stabbed in the chest by a hand. He spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood and fell down with a "bang".

His eyes widened, and he clearly felt his soul and longevity being pulled away by an inexplicable force, refining it into wisps of pale white breath. Then before losing consciousness, he watched that breath being inhaled by the woman in red behind him. in vivo.

He met the smiling eyes of the woman in red, which contained contempt, as well as the indifference and gloominess of treating everyone's lives like ants.

It's... it's her!

The man in gray wanted to scream and tell everyone the true identity of the so-called "Chonghua", but he could no longer speak.

Don't rest your eyes!

At the last moment of his death, he looked towards the corner of the square.

There were several people standing there, and the spiritual nun whom he once disdained was looking at the chaotic scene in front of her expressionlessly. Perhaps she also longed for the rapid growth of her cultivation, but she had never been fascinated by the temptation in front of her.

He... still underestimated them!

There were many monks like the man in gray. When death came, they finally woke up and found that they had fallen into the "Chonghua" strategy when they entered the central battlefield.

They wanted to resist, but they never had the chance.

One wrong step and one wrong step!

In the world of cultivation, sometimes a random decision can destroy the life of a monk who has been vigilant for a lifetime.

The gods and demons are all present in the present moment.

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More and more people are falling down.

Finally, there were only eight monks left in the square, all with combined cultivation.

They actually slowly stopped moving, seemingly regaining their consciousness and no longer fighting each other. Instead, they turned to look at the few people who had been watching the fight in the corner.

"Chonghua" seemed to have finally remembered a few people. He suddenly looked at them and said with a smile, "Don't you want my inheritance and treasure?"

"Think about it!" Han Lu shouted excitedly, as if he regarded Chonghua as one of his own, and sincerely expressed his opinion, "But the disciples know that they are not as strong as you, so you think it is better to let them kill him first, and then wait for them to kill him." When there is only one person left, I will come again!"

He frankly stated the purpose of watching the show, his face was full of innocence, and his candid and serious eyes fell on Xuying, which could be described as an extremely sincere look.

Cough!

Yuan Yihuan watched him change the subject with a few words, and quickly smiled and said: "Yes, what are you anxious about, Your Majesty? We can't run away anyway. Let them fight for a while, and then we can directly face the strongest one. Or does His Holiness want us to confront each other now?”

The two of them sang and harmonized, and while openly revealing their plan to everyone, they turned their backs on the guests. They stopped "Chonghua" with a few questions, leaving him speechless.

Seeing this, Shi Yuyao couldn't help laughing.

Ah Huan is becoming more and more sharp-tongued!

Yu Chengyuan raised the corners of his lips slightly and thought to himself: They are not afraid of "Chonghua" getting angry and taking action, and they dare to provoke each other openly and openly.

"Chonghua" narrowed his eyes and looked at the few people who were not afraid, feeling a little irritated in his heart.

Why don't these people act according to common sense? Faced with the seniors who are about to test them, shouldn't they express themselves and listen to their seniors?

"Chonghua" frowned. They wanted to fight until the end. Could it be that he wanted to say I want you to fight now?

What is the difference between this and exposing yourself!

"Chonghua" stared at the people in the corner, and with a wave of his hand, countless more shining light masks appeared in the center of the square. He smiled and said: "Although inheritance is fair competition, your idea is not wrong. In this case, then I will give you all the remaining things. Several of the masks contain the inheritance of my inscribed techniques. As long as you work hard, the things will be yours."

"But..." He glanced at a man in the crowd.

The man immediately understood and said loudly: "Fellow Taoists, they want us to kill each other. Why don't we deal with them together first, and then discuss the inheritance!"

As soon as the words fell, the monk who seemed to be awake suddenly had a normal reaction.

A woman in red said in a strange tone: "That's right, let's kill them first!"

"Kill them, kill them!"

"Everyone, come on!"

The woman in red raised her hand and pointed, and everyone quickly flew up and rushed towards Yuan Yihuan and the others.

The few people tacitly dispersed quickly, and each formed a protective shield to protect themselves. They were purely defensive and did not want to fight with these people at all.

They had long seen that the reason why the monks lost their consciousness inexplicably before was because of fighting against the monks in the square.

Once the two sides fight, a strange force will quietly escape from the other party. That force invades the monks' bodies according to the rules of spiritual power, so they lose their consciousness.

And they speculated that as long as they didn't get close to these people, they might not be controlled by that strange force!