Song Lingcong looked at Chai Zhengxuan flying aside silently, and his heart was filled with anger.

He took out a token with his hand and quickly sent a message out.

Dozens of monks were sitting cross-legged on a barren mountain outside the holy realm.

Not far away, a huge rift valley was emitting black mist as always.

However, at this time, there was a little more bloody smell in the air.

Wang Zi's eyes were covered with bloodshots and she punched the earth.

These people were killed by Qin Cheng with the Bloodthirsty Thunder Eagle. It took him half a day to escape from the Bloodthirsty Thunder Eagle group.

The original team of hundreds of people has not only lost more than half, but his younger brother Wang Lang has also been killed by Qin Cheng.

The old man Li Chen, who was arranged by Qin Cheng to be undercover, also mingled in the crowd.

He shrank his neck and did not dare to look at the strong, for fear of being seen.

If they knew that the reason why the Shadow Alliance's plan failed was the result of his own secret disclosure, he would be immediately dismantled by the angry Wang Zi.

"Wang Zi, you said the Shadow Alliance ordered you to wait here. It's been two days. When will there be new news?"

The woman who had fought for the position of the leader before ended her cultivation and looked at Wang Zi a little impatient.

"Qiulin, if you are anxious, you can quit the mission and get out of the way."

Wang Zi said coldly: "The elder just said to let me wait. If you want to know, go and ask him yourself."

"You, if I can contact the elder, I still need to ask you."

Qiu Lin's expression changed slightly and he snorted coldly.

"That's all, just talk." Wang Zi sneered.

"Wang Zi, your brother is dead, come to me to vent? I think I'm easy to mess with."

None of the people who can join the Shadow Alliance are good at it.

Qiu Lin stood up suddenly with a calm face, and Wang Zi also pulled out her long knife.

"I want to compete, I will always accompany you."

Qiu Lin narrowed his eyes, shook his head, turned around and walked back. It seemed that he had given in vain.

Wang Zi was stunned, but then, Qiu Lin's figure suddenly turned into a ball of water vapor.

Wang Zi's face changed and she suddenly burst out a sword light in the back.

Qiu Lin's body appeared before the sword light came, and thousands of silver needles flew out of his fingers and shot at Wang Zi.

"Ghost!"

Wang Zi roared, her clothes burst, revealing a hideous ghost-head tattoo on her back.

The ghost head twisted and came alive. It screamed, and a blood mist exploded and turned into a big shield.

Bang bang bang bang!

The silver needles that Qiu Lin shot out were blocked by this big shield.

"I'll kill you," Wang Zi was furious.

If I hadn't reacted quickly enough, I would have been shot into a sieve just now.

"Come on, see who died first." Qiu Lin sneered, and refused to give in.

The two fought, and the other monks looked pale and could only retreat and dodge.

No one dared to dissuade him at this time.

But just as the two of them bombarded each other with their spiritual energy, a figure appeared from mid-air.

This is a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard. When he saw this scene, his brows frowned slightly, and then his figure suddenly fell.

He actually came to the middle of the two of them, and then raised his arms.

boom!

Qiu Lin and Wang Zi's spiritual energy all hit the middle-aged man.

A ball of breath exploded and then dissipated with the wind.

The man was safe and sound, standing on the barren mountain.

"Deacon." Seeing the visitor, Qiu Lin and Wang Zi's expressions changed and they immediately bowed and bowed.

Deacon He, the owner of the Golden Order of the Shadow Alliance, not only has the sixth level of the God Distraction Realm, but also has a higher status.

"You two are better off keeping the targets to kill than you, and what is the value of attacking each other? It's so boring." Deacon He snorted coldly.

"The deacon taught the right lesson."


Chapter completed!