Chapter 206 Multiple Parties Enter the Game

King Canglan asked the four old monks of Daxue Temple beside him through his spiritual vision.

This was an unplanned variable. He didn't even know where it came from or why it came.

"It seems to be the owner of Famous Sword Villa in Wanjian City."

The old monk on the left hesitated for a moment, remembering the information reported by the monks under his command some time ago.

It's just that at that time, they were all busy dealing with possible assassinations from the Zhenwu Sect and the Confucian Sect, so they had no time to pay attention to anything else. The old monk didn't take it seriously when the report came from below, and casually threw the news aside. The death of a golden body monk was completely negligible compared with the safety of King Canglan.

They were busy maintaining the safety of King Canglan and setting up traps that King Canglan needed.

There were changes in Daxue Temple during this period, but these changes were not directed at Mingjian Villa. From the beginning to the end, the real senior officials of Daxue Temple have never paid attention to Mingjian Villa. Their enemies are Zhenwu Sect and Confucianism.

But Elder Tong Fei didn't think so. He discovered something strange happened in Daxue Temple.

Based on the previous behavior of the village owner beating the eminent monk to death, we immediately came to a conclusion.

Daxue Temple is going to take action against their Mingjian Villa!

"What. What owner?"

"In Wanjian City in Daozhou, there is a martial arts sect in the city called Mingjian Villa. This person should be the new owner of Mingjian Villa."

"He is a member of the Jianghu sect. What is he doing here? Is he looking for death!?"

King Canglan himself laughed angrily. In this level of game, a local Jianghu sect suddenly appeared. What do you want to do?

"Maybe he also wants to murder the prince."

The monk on the right flashed his eyes and gave a reminder.

"What is he worthy of?"

This level of game can only be played by four parties in Daqi, namely the Daqi royal family and the other three top sects. Except for them, everyone else was not qualified to enter. Like Wu Chong, a Jianghu sect in a city in Daozhou, they didn't even bother to look at it.

"Find some monks and send him on his way."

King Canglan used the power of his 'heart', and an invisible ripple rippled over, and then he stopped paying attention.

Seeing this, the four monks of the Daxue Temple changed the 'rules' of the Daxue Temple, and Wu Chong and others who were originally in the front yard were sent to the Warrior Monk Hall, where there were 108 monks of the Daxue Temple. They are masters of the Golden Body Realm, and when they unite to control the formation, they can kill strong men in the Yuan Shen Realm.

Wu Chong, who was observing his surroundings, found that his vision had changed.

One hundred and eight strange monks surrounded him. Each of these monks had a strange statue of King Ming emerging from his body. Standing in the middle of the courtyard, a strange formation surrounded Wu Chong and others who were teleported in.

"The rules here are different, so be careful."

Qiu Qiren's face changed slightly, and he found that he could speak here. But it was still unsafe. The moment these one hundred and eight monks appeared, he felt a pressure like a mountain. It was even worse for the rest of them. Many masters among them who were not even in the martial spirit realm fainted on the spot, and the remaining few were not much better.

"It is indeed a conspiracy against me."

Wu Chong's eyes flickered, feeling that he was being targeted.

"No enemy should be underestimated. The monks from Daxue Temple are really cautious and have actually prepared such a strong trap for me. Fortunately, I was well prepared, otherwise they would have really tricked me this time."

One hundred and eight masters, each one has the level of the Golden Body Realm. This kind of power is completely different from the Daisetsu Temple rumored by the outside world, and its strength has completely exceeded the standard. If calculated based on this level of strength, Konglun might not be considered a big shot in Daxue Temple.

Looking at the monk who gradually revealed his ferocious aura, Wu Chong also had a strong amount of true energy emerging from his body.

How many people are there?

His eyes fell on the temple floor, where the monks trampled the broken stones during their daily practice. There was a large pile of gravel there.

Outside Daxue Temple.

At the foot of the mountain, when Wu Chong and his men rushed in, Ding Wushang, who was wearing a bamboo hat at the foot of the mountain, was dumbfounded.

That Daxue Temple was a trap that King Canglan had laid out for a long time, and even he didn't dare to break in directly.

Wu Chong, the leader of the Jianghu sect in this place, actually led his men to fight directly, without even taking into account the traps. From this we can judge that this person must have his own plan.

"I underestimated this boy. I didn't expect him to be so bold. He wanted to take advantage of our confrontation with Daxue Temple and directly steal the 'heart' from King Canglan's hand." After thinking for a moment, Ding Wushang felt that he had seen through Wu The purpose of rushing.

Taking such a big risk to enter the battlefield must have benefits corresponding to the risks.

All he could think of was the 'Desolate God's Heart' in King Canglan's hand.

That is the opportunity to become a god.

Regardless of the fact that they are now cooperating with the Confucian sect, when it comes time to share interests, they may not necessarily give the opportunity to the other party.

They all become gods anyway, why not let our people become gods?

King Canglan hasn't been killed yet, and the conflict hasn't broken out yet, but it's just a matter of time.

"In that case, I will help you."

Ding Wushang's eyes flickered. For him, Wu Chong was considered one of his own people he had promoted. It is better for things to fall into one's own hands than into other people's hands.

His figure flashed and disappeared within a few steps.

The body followed Wu Chong and the others and merged into the Snow Temple.

The moment Ding Wushang entered, on the other side, the Tsing Yi scholar who rushed over from the Confucian sect also broke into the Snow Temple with more than thirty masters.

Each of these people is a master of the Yuanshen Realm, and the scholar in Qingyi himself has reached the peak of the Yuanshen Realm. As soon as so many masters rushed in, they instantly disrupted King Canglan's arrangement, and all attention was attracted to them.

"You have to move quickly, you only have half a stick of incense."

The Tsing Yi Shishi and his group had made a comprehensive plan before coming in, and they were also prepared for King Canglan's arrangements. The bamboo slip in the hands of the scholar in green is the Confucian treasure, which can withstand the half stick of incense of the ‘Desolate God’s Heart’ in King Canglan’s hand. In this half stick of incense, what they have to do is to find King Canglan and kill him.

"Why is it so short?"

The person next to the scholar in green raised his head, revealing an old face full of grooves.

This person is the third master of the second generation of the Confucian sect besides Shusun Zhi, Gongsun Qianju.

Gongsun Qianju came here this time to obtain the heart of the wild god, and use his own body to carry the heart to make himself the 'god' of the Confucian sect. Why was it him? This involved a fight within the Confucian sect, and the scholar in green didn't bother to ask.

"The Bamboo Slips of Wen Dao are the most powerful treasure of our Confucian sect. Why can't we hold on a little longer? There is also the Zhen Martial Sect, and they are just cooperating like this?"

How can half a stick of incense be enough time?

The heart transplant operation could not be completed. No one told him before coming here due to the time limit.