Immortal Space

Everyone in the Freemasonry Alliance is scheming and scheming against each other. The first unlucky one is the monk surnamed Qiao.

Half of his men were killed by Wang Hong, and they were split up by two teams during a robbery.

The monk surnamed Qiao died, and some of their subordinates died or surrendered.

Since then, in the Freemasonry, no one trusts anyone, they are wary of each other, and they no longer act together.

It still turned into a small team going out to plunder, but the station is still together, and the empty shelf of the Freemasonry is still there.

But Wang Hong, he did not return to Qingxu City, he took the Foundation Establishment monks under him and hid nearby all the time.

Before, he just let the seventy Qi training monks under his command return to Qingxu City in a flying boat.

He took the Foundation Establishment Period's men and quietly got off the flying boat in a place where no one was around.

Then, under the guidance of Liu Changsheng's intelligence, he slowly sneaked back to hide near the Freemason League.

He has been keeping an eye on the situation of the Freemasons nearby, waiting for the opportunity to come up, and then he will jump out and take a bite.

In the past few days, these treasure-hunting monks finally stopped coming in and out together.

Liu Changsheng led a few people to quietly follow a group of treasure-hunting monks, leaving instructions for Wang Hong along the way.

As for the skill of lurking and tracking, Liu Changsheng is naturally proficient, and few people can match it.

Wang Hong led his men along the markers and quietly followed.

This team of treasure-hunting monks has more than 30 people, which is equivalent to the number of Wang Hong's side. The current team of treasure-hunting monks has merged with each other, and the number of monks is much larger than before.

At this time, this team of treasure-hunting monks was attacking a small sect with all their strength.

There were only five foundation-establishment monks in this small sect, and four of them were conscripted away, leaving only one middle-stage foundation-establishment monk to garrison.

The battle between the two sides has only just begun.

This small sect relies on a large formation, a mid-stage foundation builder, and hundreds of qi training disciples to defend together, and it can be maintained for the time being.

At this time, this small sect moved out all the treasures in the sect's inventory, and it was better to use them up now because it was cheaper for the treasure-hunting monks in the end.

Therefore, from the beginning of the battle, all kinds of talismans were flying all over the sky, and when the spiritual power was exhausted, they would directly drink spiritual wine to replenish it.

Some qi training disciples, after using these spiritual objects, actually advanced directly in the battle.

As a result, the more than 30 treasure-hunting monks couldn't take advantage of it for a while, and could only consume it slowly.

Wang Hong and his men were far away, secretly observing the battle here. They didn't attack right away, but were waiting for a more suitable time.

Luo Zhongjie looked at it for a while, then shook his head and said, "This small sect has hundreds of qi practitioners for nothing, and a lot of resources, but they won't make good use of them. Failure will happen sooner or later."

He has been in battle for a long time, and he really doesn't like this kind of uncooperative group fight.

"Yeah! Not to mention anything else, they are in the formation and don't need to defend.

If there are hundreds of Qi training monks, they can focus on one or two of them in each round, and at least one foundation building monk can be killed in each round of attack.

If so, the outcome is hard to say. "

Another base-building period subordinate echoed.

Although there is a huge difference in strength between the foundation building stage and the qi training stage, if there are a lot of them, and if you make good use of your own advantages, you can still kill more ants and kill elephants.

After the two sides fought for an hour, the spirits of the small sect were almost exhausted, and each of them showed signs of fatigue.

The team of treasure-hunting monks has been attacking for an hour, and the mana in their bodies is almost exhausted.

At this time, Wang Hong gave an order, and more than 30 people maintained their battle formation and rushed to the battlefield quickly.

Seeing that another team joined, both sides of the war stopped. Looking at this new team, they didn't know whether the other party was an enemy or a friend.

Wang Hong's team stopped a hundred feet away from the treasure-hunting monk.

"This fellow Taoist, what advice do you have?"

The leader of this team of treasure-hunting monks came out and asked vigilantly, he was more nervous than the monks of the small sect in the formation.

He didn't know the new team members, even if he did, people like them wouldn't have friends.

Wang Hong and the others remained silent, and it was meaningless to talk to the dead.

Luo Zhongjie led the crowd to form a battle formation, and the ten people in the front sacrificed their defensive spirit weapons to be responsible for the defense of the thirty-five people.

The twenty people in the rear have already drawn their bows and arrows, aiming forward, and they can shoot out only after one order is issued.

The monk holding the spirit rope is located on the side, responsible for trapping the enemy.

When the cultivator on the opposite side saw this group of people coming here, without saying a word, he directly sacrificed the spiritual weapon, and immediately understood the purpose of the other party's visit.

Because the spiritual consciousness of the foundation-building cultivators is within fifty feet, and they are still gathered together for hundreds of feet, ordinary spiritual weapons cannot attack each other. Only long-distance spiritual weapons such as bows and arrows can achieve effective attacks.

This group of treasure-hunting monks didn't care about the sect monks in the formation, they all used their spiritual weapons and rushed towards this side, hoping to shorten the distance quickly.

What greeted them was a wave of arrows, and twenty spirit weapon arrows shot at the leading cultivator rushing to the front at the same time.

The leading treasure-hunting cultivator withstood twenty powerful arrows, and several of them were shot by high-grade spiritual weapon bows and arrows.

A spiritual shield was directly smashed into pieces by the arrows, and several arrows pierced through the chest.

The leading monk could only fall to the ground unwillingly, and a monk who rushed up from behind took a storage bag from him, stepped on him and continued to rush forward.

Several monks around, at this moment, completely ignored the battle at the moment, and surrounded them one after another, scrambling for the storage bag on the corpse.

At the same time, there were three treasure-hunting monks in the team. After the lead monk fell down, they each screamed and rolled on the ground with their heads in their arms.

These three people should have signed a slave blood contract with that monk. At this time, the soul was backlashed, and even if they didn't die, they should be idiots.

Seeing this, the rest of the treasure-hunting monks showed no sympathy, but they all surrounded him again, scrambling for the storage bag on his body.

The combination of treasure-hunting monks purely based on mutual interests, friendship, mutual help, etc., it is impossible to exist.

At this moment, many treasure-hunting monks are vying for the storage bag, which gives Luo Zhongjie and others more chances to shoot and kill.

Every volley will cause a person to fall to the ground, which will then lead to a new round of scrambling.

It's not that they don't know that this is dangerous, but they have robbed more times, and each of them is a moving treasure house.

They all took chances. Anyway, there are so many people, and every time one dies, it may not be their turn, so they just grab it and run away.

Now these treasure-hunting monks are like licking the honey from the edge of a knife. Although the benefits are not enough to cover the belly, the harm is enough to hurt the body, and people fall into it without knowing it.

At this time, several more rational treasure-hunting monks had already begun to flee from this place.

The five spirit-binding ropes came in handy at this time, and he sacrificed the spirit-binding ropes to intercept the monks who wanted to escape.

Wang Hong and Xiaopeng did not participate in the main battle. Their task was to use their speed advantage to intercept the fish that slipped through the net, trying not to let anyone escape, so as not to leak the news.

Those sect cultivators who continued to shrink in the formation saw the treasure-hunting cultivator who beat them to death. Several of them died as soon as they fought against this new team.

While worrying in my heart, I can't help but feel excited, and there is a feeling of revenge.