The situation in the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension was getting more and more complicated. There were people from all sorts of factions, and even some people from other mystery dimensions had come to the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension to join in the fun. They were not hostile toward the Ming Palace. They were purely there to watch the show. As the saying goes, watching a show is never a big deal. No matter how hard the others fought and shook the heavens and the earth, it had nothing to do with them. It was all gossip after a meal.
Mo Wen and Gu Jingman had been in seclusion for half a month. As the leader of the Ming Palace, their movements were naturally the most closely watched. Their disappearance for such a long time had already caused all sorts of speculations and rumors. In the end, almost everyone said that Mo Wen and Gu Jingman had been seriously injured, which was why they had been in seclusion.
No one knew who had started the rumor, but it had actually hit the nail on the head.
Wang Yinru was depressed, but at the same time, she was extremely worried. Mo Wen and Gu Jingman's abnormality had finally been noticed by the outside world. The Green Ancient Mystery Dimension looked calm on the surface, but it was actually getting more and more tense. No one knew when it would explode.
As the Deputy Palace Lord of the Ming Palace, she could not afford to be flustered at this time. She had to worry about all sorts of matters in the sect, and she had to be prepared for the oncoming storm.
There was a sentry every five steps in Intentionless City. The city walls were all guarded by the Ming Palace disciples. Anyone who entered or exited the city gates would be subject to strict checks.
Ancient martial art practitioners with high cultivation constantly patrolled the city, ensuring that they would be the first to arrive if anything happened. The city had banned flying, and outsiders could not fly as they wished. Only the patrolling troops could fly.
Such caution was not an exaggeration. The ancient martial art practitioners from the Peng Lai Immortal Realm were at least in the Martial Arts Grandmaster Realm. They were a huge threat to the Ming Palace. If there were no absolute masters like Gu Jingman and Mo Wen, the vanguard troops alone could destroy the Ming Palace ten times over.
Up until now, the Ming Palace only had more than 20 Martial Arts Grandmasters, and this was even with the Ming Preservation Faction constantly joining them. If Mo Wen had not provided a large amount of resources, the Ming Palace would not even be able to gather 20 Martial Arts Grandmasters in such a short time.
Outside the city, in a dense forest, a group of people gathered in twos and threes. There were about twenty of them, and they were all dressed in ordinary clothes. On the surface, there was nothing special about them. They seemed to be a group of idle people gathered together.
However, they were not idlers. Instead, they came from the same sect — the Sinister Wind Sect.
The Sinister Wind Sect was not as ostentatious as the Petrification Cult. They entered the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension wearing the sect's uniform. Before they had entered, they had already disguised themselves and were hidden in the crowd.
"Brother Zou is indeed wise. Fortunately, we did not act rashly earlier. Otherwise, we would have ended up worse than the Petrification Cult. To think that the Ming Palace actually has so many strong practitioners."
A middle-aged cultivator wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Previously, he had been in the pro-war faction and had planned to wipe out the Ming Palace's old nest the moment they entered the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension. It was a good thing that he was not the leader. Otherwise, all of them would have become corpses.
"Yes! Senior Brother Zou is still the most reliable. We made the right decision to go into hiding and gather information. Elder Shao Tianqi of the Petrification Cult was a powerful cultivator at the Tide Changing Realm, yet he died in this tiny Green Ancient Mystery Dimension. Even if we were to band together, we would not be able to stand a chance against him. "
Another elder said with lingering fear. They were not cultivators at the Primordial Soul realm or above, so they had infiltrated the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension long ago, even before the people of the Petrification Cult had arrived. However, they did not act rashly. Instead, they hid and gathered information about Mo Wen.
"It's not that I'm being cautious. There were people who suffered at the hands of the Ming Palace before, so I decided to be cautious. That woman called Gu Jingman is too scary. Even seniors at the Primordial Soul realm may not be able to handle her. "
The leading senior brother with the surname Zou shook his head. He knew that these people were just sucking up to him. Before they came to the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension, they already knew about Gu Jingman. Without the elders of the sect present, only a fool would cause trouble for the Ming Palace. Wasn't that asking for death? It was like throwing an egg against a rock. Previously, a few seniors at the Primordial Soul realm had died at Gu Jingman's hands. With just these few people, she could kill them with a single finger.
"Junior Brother Hu Shuo, you've seen that Mo Wen before. Is he really that powerful?"
The leading senior brother with the surname Zou looked at an old man. The old man was none other than Hu Shuo, an infinite powerhouse. He had once led the Sinister Wind Sect in the Martial Arts Circle Convention. Back then, he had led the Sinister Wind Sect to retreat without a fight. He had not personally fought with Mo Wen, but he could still estimate Mo Wen's level.
Rumor had it that this Mo Wen was the one who killed Elder Shao Tianqi of the Petrification Cult. Was he really that scary? A year ago, he was still a small cultivator participating in the Martial Arts Circle Convention. A year later, he could kill a Tide Changing Realm powerhouse? No matter how he looked at it, it felt like he was listening to a fantasy story.
"That Mo Wen is indeed very powerful. His talent is unparalleled, and he has the aura of Zhang Poxiao of the past. However, I think that the rumor about how strong he is and how he can kill a Tide Changing Realm powerhouse is false. That rumor cannot be trusted. "
Hu Shuo shook his head. He had only seen Mo Wen a year and a half ago. At that time, Mo Wen was at most close to the Primordial Soul realm. He was not even a Primordial Soul realm cultivator. How could it be possible for him to kill a Tide Changing Realm cultivator? Right now, there were so many rumors out there. How could they be taken seriously?
"Regardless of whether Mo Wen killed Shao Tianqi or not, we should still be careful. At least one thing is certain: the Ming Palace has a mysterious powerhouse who can kill a Tide Changing Realm cultivator."
The leading senior brother with the surname Zou frowned. They had been lying in wait outside Intentionless City for a week, constantly monitoring the situation in the city. Rumor had it that both Mo Wen and Gu Jingman had been seriously injured and were currently recuperating. They could not come out and take charge of the situation. However, if such a rumor was false, they would be in trouble if they acted rashly. Moreover, no one knew whether there was another mysterious powerhouse behind the Ming Palace.
"When will the elders of the sect arrive?" A middle-aged man asked worriedly. Before the elders of the sect arrived, they had no confidence.
"Soon. The sect received news of the disappearance half a month ago and has been making arrangements for this matter. However, it has also taken some time. The Huatian Palace's channels are completely blocked. Even using their connections is useless. It seems that the higher-ups have blocked us. As for the heretic forces, we don't know why, but after the Petrification Cult, they suddenly raised their conditions. They are basically demanding an exorbitant price. "
Senior brother Zou said helplessly. The Sinister Wind Sect cultivators had also thought of using the Heretic forces' channels to sneak out, but after negotiating with a few Heretic forces, the conditions they offered were too exaggerated. Even a large sect like the Sinister Wind Sect could not bear it, which was why they had been gone for half a month.
"It should be soon. It is impossible for the sect to let Mo Wen off, especially under such circumstances. It is even more impossible for them to let Mo Wen off."
In the past, they had only killed Mo Wen to snatch the Sacred Fire Sword from him. Now, they would kill Mo Wen to eliminate a danger. Mo Wen's talent and strength had already frightened the sects of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm.
…
On the other side, a group of people had also gathered. They were all from the Blood Evil Temple. In the entire Peng Lai Immortal Realm, the sect that wanted Mo Wen dead the most was not the Petrification Cult, not the Sinister Wind Sect, not the Sword Valley … it was the Blood Evil Temple.
If Mo Wen did not die, the Blood Evil Temple would be destroyed. The situation had already reached a critical stage. The Blood Evil Temple Temple Leader knew this very well. That was why he wished for Mo Wen to die even in his dreams. Knowing that more than ten sects of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm had come to deal with Mo Wen, Xue Chu was so happy that he could not sleep for a few days. He hoped that Mo Wen would die quickly.
"Elder Yang, do you think the Temple Leader will return?"
A Blood Evil Temple Martial Arts Grandmaster looked at Yang Zonglin. This time, Yang Zonglin was the one leading the team to the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension. Yang Zonglin could be said to be Mo Wen's old rival. They had been at loggerheads during the Martial Arts Circle Convention. Back in Li 'an City, it was also Yang Zonglin who had instigated Xue Chu to come and deal with Mo Wen.
"The Temple Leader can't come, and the Huatian Palace won't let him go. We, the Blood Evil Temple, do not have the ability to go through other channels."
Yang Zonglin shook his head. The Blood Evil Temple was just a small sect. The heretic organizations did not think much of them. They could not afford the conditions that the heretic organizations had offered. Only those large sects with deep foundations were qualified to work with the heretic organizations.
"I hope that Mo Wen dies quickly and dies without a burial place," Lord Merciless said through gritted teeth.
Lord Merciless said through gritted teeth. He had not expected that Mo Wen would actually end up like this. Fear and unease filled his heart all day long. If Mo Wen did not die, the Blood Evil Temple would definitely die. Actually, he already somewhat regretted stubbornly offending Mo Wen back then. Otherwise, they would not have ended up in this irreversible situation.
Fortunately, Mo Wen's luck was too bad. He was actually Zhang Poxiao's successor.
"The purpose of our coming this time is to see how the situation develops. The best outcome is for Mo Wen to die at the hands of those sects. However, there should not be any suspense. How can a mere Mo Wen be qualified to go against those ancient sects?"
Yang Zonglin said plainly. He had long calmed down because he knew that Mo Wen would definitely not be able to escape the pursuit of those sects. A mere brat who was still wet behind the ears could go against those large sects in the Peng Lai Immortal Realm? Mo Wen was simply asking to die.
"That's right! Haha, so what if he is a genius? So what if he has unlimited potential? Sooner or later, he will be a dead man, while I am still alive. "
Lord Merciless laughed heartily. He felt rather carefree. You're awesome. You're awesome, but you'll still die before me. You're more talented than me, but you'll still die before me. Some people could not bear to see others doing well. Lord Merciless actually found joy in knowing that Mo Wen would die. It was as if he had reached a climax.
…
The gathering place of the Petrification Cult.
The gathering place of the Sword Valley.
The gathering place of the Shattering Cloud Sect.
Right now, there were many gathering places outside Intentionless City. They were all waiting for the strong practitioners of their sects to arrive.
On this day, someone finally walked out from the shadows. It was a team of 30 people. They were all Martial Arts Grandmasters. There were even seven or eight Infinite Powerhouses. They walked brazenly in the air towards Intentionless City.
Everyone's gaze fell on them. Both inside and outside the city, there was a constant stream of gazes directed at them.
Chapter 1042:
(To be continued.)
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