But the old man in gray robe didn't care at all.

"Everyone, I have investigated the situation inside before. There is only one strong person in the third level of the distraction realm, and the rest are all in the first level, and there are even those in the out-of-body realm."

"We are waiting here and can only watch those trash suck up all the fragments of the holy spring. Why not take the initiative?"

"Since fellow Taoist knows so well, why don't you take the initiative and contact us?" A second-level scribe in the distraction realm frowned.

The old man in gray robe had no choice but to pull open his clothes, revealing several wounds inside.

"Everyone, as I said just now, I went in to investigate, but the third-level Divination Realm was a little stronger than me, and with the help of other people, I suffered some minor injuries and had to go back temporarily."

Everyone's expressions changed. The old man's scars were quite fresh. They were obviously just formed, which was appropriate.

"That group of people dare to hurt me, I will never let you off lightly. Although you are all at the first and second levels of the distraction realm, but together, those guys are no match. When I come to entangle those third levels, you can separate one or two.

One person helps me, and the others deal with those losers. The fragments of the holy spring belong to us." The old man said bewitchingly.

"That's a huge piece of debris. I guarantee you won't be able to find a piece of it in the outer areas for a month."

"Don't talk about this yet. Do you have the image of your spiritual consciousness at that time? I want to confirm whether what you are telling the truth." The scribe said again.

"certainly."

The old man pressed a finger on his eyebrows, and a ray of spiritual consciousness came out, and then was sent to the scribe.

The scribe grabbed his spiritual consciousness and felt it.

Sure enough, there was a scene of the old man fighting Mr. Yun and others.

Everyone had similar cultivation levels, so he could tell that this picture was real.

"Why is there no back part, only the first half of your fight with them?" The scribe frowned after feeling the scene.

"Haha, the battle that follows involves my secret skills, so naturally I cannot expose them to fellow Taoists." The old man in gray robe said matter-of-factly.

The scribe's eyes moved, and the old man's explanation seemed reasonable.

He passed this thin thread of spiritual consciousness to others, and everyone looked around after passing it on.

They are all a little tempted. It seems that Qin Cheng and others are not strong enough. If they are killed, the fragments of the holy spring will belong to everyone.

"How about it? What are your plans? I have also contacted the monks on the other side. If you are timid, I will leave." The old man in gray robe urged.

At the same time, he was also a little anxious.

The task Qin Cheng gave him was to go around and snare these spying monks, then lead them into the valley, trap them all, and force out their souls to serve Qin Cheng and others.

But now these guys are too cautious. It seems that it is really difficult for them to be trusted as an outsider.

But as the old man spoke, the vision of the holy spring changed again as time went by.

The illusion of the holy spring soaring into the sky has expanded in a full circle. All the monks within a thousand miles below can see it clearly.

"If you don't take action, if those masters see it, we will get nothing." The old man in gray robe said with a threatening tone and added fire.

The expressions of struggle among the scribes became more and more intense.

"Hmph, I thought you guys had some skills, but I didn't expect you were all cowards. What a waste of time. I'll go find another group of people."

After saying that, the old man made a move to leave.

"Fellow Taoist, don't leave in a hurry. If we attack together, how will we divide the fragments of the holy spring?" The scribe finally couldn't help but said.

"This is simple, just break the fragment directly when the time comes, and we can each capture the spiritual fluid according to our own abilities."

The old man in gray robe smiled, these guys finally took the bait.

A moment later, in the valley, the scribe and others were sitting cross-legged on the ground with livid faces, all imprisoned in the formation.


Chapter completed!