Chapter 1852: Speak the Truth

Six people surrounded him, staring at Bai Xiaowen, not afraid of him flying away.

Bai Xiaowen said with a smile: "There are six of you, all of whom are top evolutionaries, and you still have gods around you, so you are so afraid of my formation?"

"You don't have to use aggressive methods," said the mantis man.

"The more anxious you are, the more it shows that our tactics are correct." Turtleman said.

Bai Xiaowen glanced at the Turtle Man: "You are the chosen one of the Turtle God, right? I met three of your fellow clansmen in the Temple of Prophecy, and their fate was not good... You don't want to avenge them?"

The mountain-like turtle man took a deep breath: "I'm waiting for a better time, you will definitely die."

"Well said, Charak! Lu Wang is very cunning, don't be fooled by him, let him find an opportunity." The rough-looking black-haired barbarian said in a deep voice, "In short, we will maintain the current pressure. Based on the place of origin In such a special environment, Lu Wang cannot recover his spiritual power naturally. Once we find that he has absorbed spirit crystals, we will take turns to cast long-range spells to interfere. He alone cannot survive the six of us.”

These six people have broad horizons and rich combat experience. Although they didn't know much about the Eight Gates Golden Lock Immortal Formation, they could tell that it was a trapped formation aimed at the inside of the formation. Its main function was to prohibit entry and exit, but it could not effectively block long-range spell bombardment.

The six voters had the same idea, and they had to wait until the formation stopped running on its own before launching an attack.

As for the possibility of Bai Xiaowen arranging a new formation before the operation of the formation is over in order to protect himself, the six of them don't care.

After all, their purpose is not to kill Bai Xiaowen, but to prevent Bai Xiaowen from becoming a god of death.

If Bai Xiaowen keeps retreating by arranging formations, the Six People's Congress can stay here forever.

What's more, the arrangement of the formation depends on the spell. No matter how well prepared Bai Xiaowen is, it is impossible to consume it endlessly. Whether the spell is exhausted or the spirit crystal is exhausted, it means hopelessness.

Bai Xiaowen frowned, thinking silently in his heart.

"The six of them didn't directly try to break the siege. They should be afraid of each other. After all, they are not from the same god, and there is a certain degree of competition between them. It is impossible to cooperate with each other. Rest assured to others. It’s just that if I become the god of death, it’s almost tantamount to announcing victory in advance, so I was united and suppressed by voters from the opposing camp.”

But the six of them chose to see Bai Xiaowen's safe strategy to death,

This also made Bai Xiaowen a little difficult.

With twelve eyes staring at him, even if Bai Xiaowen wanted to make small moves, it would be difficult for him to succeed—the reason why he was able to secretly arrange a four-element formation while fighting with Gast was because Gast was in a state of fierce fighting , The violent disturbance of spiritual power can cover up Bai Xiaowen's movement of setting up the formation, as well as the fluctuation of spiritual energy brought by the formation talisman.

Obviously, the previous conditions are not met now.

However, Bai Xiaowen was not flustered. Although there are many strong people in the hostile camp, he is not alone. I believe that the evolutionists of the friendly camp will come to help soon.

At the moment, Bai Xiaowen sat cross-legged on the Silver Throne, slowly absorbing the spirit crystals to restore his state, completely ignoring the six people.

Ordinary people might be irritated, but these six people were extremely calm and calm, staring at Bai Xiaowen indifferently.

The day of the dead star quickly passed, and the night fell.

"It's foggy." Turtleman suddenly felt something, raised his head and said.

"During the night of Death Omen, the dark air vortex sinks and the temperature drops sharply, so it is not surprising that there will be a slight mist," said the mantis man.

"No! Someone is coming." The black-haired barbarian stood up suddenly, and two beams of red lights shot out from his scarlet eyes, "Who is it?"

In the thin mist, a figure slowly walked out.

This is a tall and slender woman, wearing a red ancient costume, with a pair of slender eyes, the corners of which are slightly downward, shaped like a phoenix, and there is an invisible arrogance just on the face.

"Human woman, which god are you a disciple of? Hurry up and report your family name, or you won't get close!" the black-haired barbarian shouted.

The woman in red smiled: "Vulcan Chosen, you can call me Queen Bee."

"Vulcan..." The six looked at each other.

"It's not in the same camp as Lu Wang."

"It seems to be a neutral deity." The six were slightly relieved.

The queen bee smiled and said, "Can you let me go?"

"No." The black-haired barbarian shouted, "Even if you and Lu Wang are not in the same camp, you are not allowed to pass, so as not to cause changes."

Turtleman persuaded in a gentle tone: "Ms. Queen Bee, there are twelve gargoyles guarding the gate of Death Castle. Even if we let you pass, it will be absolutely difficult for you alone."

Suddenly, another voice came from the mist.

"Hehe, what about me?"

This voice has a sense of vicissitudes, and it also reveals a soul-stirring magnetism, which makes people instinctively think that it is reasonable.

Everyone followed the sound and saw a middle-aged man standing there quietly. The mist flickered, reflecting his face.

"Who are you?" The mantis man said sharply.

"Qiao Liqun." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Serve the God of Truth."

"The God of Truth!" The six voters looked at Qiao Liqun warily as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Obviously, all six of them knew that the God of Truth belonged to Lu Wang's camp.

Moreover, Qiao Liqun's aura gave the six people an unfathomable feeling, as if what they were facing was not a mortal, but a vast ocean.

"He's just alone... don't worry, he doesn't dare to do anything." The mantis man said in a low voice.

Qiao Liqun said with a smile: "I really don't intend to do anything, I just want to reason with you."

As he said that, a paper book with a red cover appeared in Qiao Liqun's palm. He opened the first page and began to read aloud in rhythmic rhythm.

"Who is our enemy? Who is our friend? This question is the first question..."

Qiao Liqun's book read aloud, although the content felt irrelevant, but it had a strange rhythm, which attracted the attention of the six people for a while, and they didn't interrupt it.

After listening to a long paragraph, when Qiao Liqun turned the page, Mantis was the first to wake up and said loudly, "Shut up!"

His voice was sharp, like gold and iron passing through glass, and the other five people also came to their senses.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"Spiritual department?"

All six of them were on guard.

After Qiao Liqun was interrupted, he was not angry, but just shook his head and smiled, "Oh, this is an unassailable truth. Why are you unwilling to listen to it? Non-human races are really uneducable."

One after another, large transparent characters rose above Qiao Liqun's head. They were exactly the text he had just read. Each character was as big as a bucket, vibrating in the air, and emitting a strange resonance and sound.

For a time, it seemed as if thousands of people were chanting in the air, shaking in many directions, making the air densely covered with ripples.

Obviously, this is a kind of spiritual spell that disrupts a large area!

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