"Damn it, when exactly..."

Shennong Hu's eyes widened, with a look of disbelief on his face.

He couldn't think of when he was tricked.

In the fight just now, both sides used their magical powers to the extreme. Although they were slightly suppressed by the other party, they were definitely not aware that they had been hit by the other party's spell...

Shennong Hu was surprised, but the shadowy man opposite him obviously wouldn't give him time to think.

Nine chains came through the air and magnified infinitely in Shennong Hu's pupils.

This situation was extremely weird. Although Shennong Hu was a sub-sage, he could not control his body. He could not even use 30% of his magical power. He could only watch the nine chains getting closer and closer, and finally wrapped around his body...

…

Just when Shennong Hu led a group of disciples down the mountain to meet with the Langhuan tribe, everything was quiet on Shennong Mountain.

Except for the three elders, most of the people followed Shennong's troops down the mountain. This also resulted in the defense of Shennong Mountain being half empty, with only one or two monks guarding most areas.

Behind Shennong Mountain, outside a quiet valley.

This place seems a little different. Shennong Mountain is extremely short of manpower, but dozens of Shennong Mountain disciples are stationed here at the same time.

Looking at the cultivation of these Shennong Mountain disciples, they are at least in the Golden Core realm. At this time, various passages distributed outside the valley guard the entrance of the valley airtight.

There are six Tongxuan Zhenjun closest to the entrance of the valley. These six people have expressionless and serious faces, and are always alert to everything around them.

Behind these six Tongxuan True Monarchs, there is a white jade high platform, and an old man sits on the high platform. The old man is clothed in civilian clothes and has white hair. He has a kind face, but the aura on his body is as strong as a mountain, which makes people feel awe.

If Liang Yan were here, he would definitely recognize that this old man is Wei Long, one of the three calamity elders from Shennong Mountain!

Wei Long

His cultivation is very profound and he has survived one disaster and six disasters! Even he is sitting here, which shows that this valley is not an ordinary place.

I don’t know how long it took, but at the mouth of the valley, which was as quiet as death, a leaf suddenly fell gently from the treetop.

"Huh?"

The nearest Zhenjun Tongxuan frowned and glanced over like lightning.

"Junior brother Lin, what's wrong?" Another Zhenjun Tongxuan from a distance also looked over.

"It's nothing, I just felt a little uneasy suddenly... maybe I'm too sensitive." The monk surnamed Lin shook his head and sighed softly.

"Haha, junior brother, don't be too nervous. With my uncle sitting here, who dares to get close to this place? Besides, the mountain master has been down the mountain for a long time. Calculating the time, it is almost time to explain the matter clearly. As long as the "Pure Heart Art" is

Come out, those members of the Ye Ming Cult who are hiding in the dark will definitely be able to escape, and the truth will be revealed by then."

"Right."

After listening to what his senior brother L said, monk Lin's mood instantly improved, and a smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, a vague floral fragrance poured into his nose.

"Why does it smell so good..."

The monk surnamed Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little intoxicated.

However, the next moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the white jade platform behind him:
Chapter completed!