Chapter 125 Senluo
The moment he finished speaking, the whole hall was suddenly filled with strong winds. Seven or eight dark green mists suddenly condensed on Zong Xiaotian's body. The eyes of the Rakshasa Mistress turned cold, and she waved her hand, "Swish! Swish! Swish!" Three ice needles flew out immediately.
"Zheng!"
With a sharp sound, the three ice needles were blocked by Zong Xiaotian's poison skills, but the cold air from the needles still frightened the people nearby. Even at this moment, some people who were closer had a layer of ice chips gradually condensed on their hair and eyebrows.
The whole hall suddenly became very cold, as if it had suddenly entered the cold winter, which was frightening. The people from Fengmanlou and Dulongbao outside also rushed in, and the scene suddenly became a little out of control.
At the head of the hall, Yi Wuji frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Today is the Dingfeng Meeting. Two Taoist friends, please stop."
"Hmph! You should make this stinky woman stop first!"
Zong Xiaotian snorted coldly, his hair and beard were fluttering, and his expression was very scary. At the end of his words, he saw his whole body of poison power shaking, and an unparalleled force suddenly surged out, and the tables and chairs along the way were also blown away.
"You have a dirty mouth."
The eyes of the Luosha female host also became colder. Her purpose was to create chaos. How could she stop at this time?
She saw her sleeves waving, and a purple true energy was urged out. With a "bang", it collided with Zong Xiaotian's poison power, and immediately shook the whole hall, and the tables and chairs turned into wood chips.
Everyone in the hall was so scared that their faces turned pale, and they all looked for places to hide. Several women in Fengmanlou looked at each other and suddenly attacked the people in Dulongbao. The scene was out of control and chaos. The people in Wuji Hall outside quickly rushed over.
At this moment, outside the wall, hearing the noise inside, many guards of Wuji Hall also hurried inside. The eleven women in Fengmanlou looked at each other, knowing that the best time to create chaos had come, and immediately flew into the wall.
But Xiao Chen did not go with them. He wanted to take advantage of the chaos at this time, while the guards had already rushed to Wuji Hall, and he would immediately sneak into Senluo Hall in the north. This was the only chance. If he waited for the guards to come back, it would be difficult for him to sneak in.
At this moment in Wuji Hall, the scene was out of control for a while. When the Rakshasa hostess saw more than a dozen women coming in, she knew that Xiao Chen had sneaked into Senluo Hall, and finally stopped at this time. When Zong Xiaotian saw her stop, he also stopped immediately.
The hall was in a mess, the tables and chairs were all broken, and the air was filled with poison and cold.
Yi Wuji frowned, shook his palms, and dispersed the poison and cold, and said unhappily, "Are you finally done fighting? I thought you were going to tear down my Wuji Hall."
The Rakshasa Mistress smiled faintly, "The Hall Master is joking, I just fought with the Sect Master, that's all, I won't fight anymore."
After she said that, she glanced at the dozen women beside her, "I'm fighting with the Master, why did you come in? Why don't you get out?
"Yes, Master..."
The dozen women immediately took advantage of the situation before it was restored and quickly went outside, lest Yi Wuji's sharp eyes discovered that someone was missing.
"Humph! "
Zong Xiaotian snorted coldly and ordered more than 20 masters of the Poison Dragon Castle to retreat, but he did not sit back in his chair. Instead, he looked coldly at the Rakshasa Mistress, "In this case, I think there is no need to continue this Dingfeng Club! Anyone from Fengmanlou who comes to my South City will be killed without mercy!"
As soon as these words came out, the air became a little colder. Yi Wuji said lightly, "If so, I'm afraid that Dingfeng City will be torn apart again soon. This will not benefit anyone. Why should the castle lord act on impulse and forget that there is a Tianmen who is eyeing the Five Realms of Xianyuan?"
"Humph! "
Zong Xiaotian snorted coldly, then he sat back on the chair with his sleeves swung. The Rakshasa Mistress smiled and said, "Why not, let's talk about what happened just now..."
She had to delay time now, at least half an hour, until Xiao Chen sneaked into the Senluo Palace and got the Tianzong Volume.
...
At that time, night was approaching, and the sky and the earth were dim. Xiao Chen had sneaked into the vicinity of the Senluo Palace and changed back to his original clothes.
Many people in the Wuji Palace usually wear fighting robes, so his clothes would not be too eye-catching.
At this moment, he was hiding behind a big tree, waiting for this group of patrols to pass. There was a solemn palace in the distance, which was dark and looked extremely scary, and there were two guards standing in front of the palace. That was the Senluo Palace.
After the patrol passed, Xiao Chen moved, and in an instant, he was like lightning. When he moved to the front of the Senluo Palace, the two guards had already sealed their acupuncture points before they could react.
After sealing the acupuncture points of the two guards, Xiao Chen stabbed a black needle into the back of each of their heads at lightning speed.
This was the "Soul Needle" given to him by the Rakshasa Mistress last night. It would not hurt anyone's life, but it could seal a person's five senses and six consciousnesses for a short time. It would automatically release after half an hour, but half an hour was enough for him.
After controlling the two guards, Xiao Chen did not hesitate and immediately went into the Senluo Palace. It was pitch black inside, and waves of cold air kept coming out.
Next, he had to go to the Senluo King to get the "Senluo Order" to open the secret palace, but the Senluo King's cultivation was unfathomable, far above him, and it was almost impossible for him to get the Senluo Order from the Senluo King.
But this was only for yesterday. Today is different. Today is August 15th. Although the "Senluo Wanxiang" that King Senluo practiced is extremely powerful, it also has a great disadvantage. That is, on August 15th every year, before the full moon, if he does not disperse all his power, then his power will backfire, become extremely bloodthirsty, and finally die of exhaustion of his internal organs.
And Senluo Wanxiang is very strange. Although the power is dispersed on the night of the full moon, at dawn the next day, all the power will not only be fully restored, but also strengthened a lot.
At this moment, night is approaching. I think King Senluo has already started to disperse his power. During this period, he must not be disturbed. The Rakshasa hostess has already calculated everything. Originally, the Dingfeng Conference should have been held three months ago, but she delayed it until today on the grounds of temporary retreat.
And the reason why she created chaos at dusk was obviously waiting for King Senluo to disperse his power. The most terrifying thing in the world is never those powerful people who shock one side, but such a... meticulous woman.
Xiao Chen walked in the cold and dark corridor. Although the guards were out today because of the special day, he had to be careful and try to hide his breath.
It was because of the special day today that the restrictions of Senluo Palace were more than ten times stronger than before. Fortunately, his spiritual sense was different from that of ordinary people. With such a sharp spiritual sense, these restrictions could not hinder him.
Half an incense stick later, he had come to the outside of a secluded palace. He saw countless green ghost fires floating in the secluded palace, and on the stone platform above the head of the palace, there sat a man with a shawl.
The man was burly, and even when sitting, he was much taller than an ordinary person. This person was King Senluo. The dozens of ghost fires floating around him made his face more ferocious and terrifying.
"Who!"
Suddenly, King Senluo seemed to be alerted to someone coming in, but he was at the critical moment of dispersing his power at this time, with his back to the outside of the palace, and he could not see who was coming.
Xiao Chen, wearing a black robe, walked slowly closer, his footsteps like the god of death, slowly echoing in this cold and secluded palace.