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Chapter 82

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Cheng Luo, Jing Tong, and Yao Kui were cultivators of the Confucian, Taoist, and Martial Meridians respectively, but they were all Realm Seven cultivators.

Therefore, when they entered Invincible City's area of influence, the system randomly issued a guardian mission that included all three of them in the same realm.

Everyone received 500 experience points to level up. Thus, Castellan Zhang earned 1,500 experience points in this battle. It was a great harvest.

He had already accumulated 1,300 experience points from the previous missions. With this 1,500 experience points, he now had a total of 2,800 experience points.

Looking at this number, Zhang Dongyun felt that it was a pity.

The third expansion of the city required 3,000 experience points for both construction and guardian.

After completing this guardian mission, he was only 200 points away from 3,000.

Three was good, but if it were four this time, it would be even better. He could directly gather 3,000 experience points. A man who is never content is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant … Zhang Dongyun mocked himself inwardly.

Unfortunately, the previous guardian mission 3.3, which was to capture and kill Elder Fuzhen Guan Jiang Zhaoning, was not done. After Jiang Zhaoning left, the mission was automatically canceled.

When he returned with Cheng Luo and the others, because he was Realm Six and his cultivation was lower than theirs, the system randomly issued a new mission and did not count Jiang Zhaoning in.

Otherwise, the reward for the Realm Six Jiang Zhaoning should be 400 experience points. With him, it would exceed the requirement of 3,000.

However, in order to catch a big fish, he could only reluctantly let him go.

Now that Zhang Dongyun thought about it, his previous guess was correct. It was just that his method was too conservative.

As expected, Fuzhen Guan hid the terror of Chang 'an City and lured people from Qingbokgung and Mirror Moon Tower to Chang' an City to kill with a borrowed knife.

Jiang Zhaoning came in to pretend to scout while Cheng Luo and the others waited outside not far away.

If he had captured Jiang Zhaoning first and sent him out to lure people, he might not have wasted his reward of 400 experience points. However, people were fickle. That way, it was hard to predict whether things would change.

Forget it, 2,800 it is … Zhang Dongyun comforted himself.

However, the construction mission also needed to reach 3,000 experience points. He needed to hurry.

While he was thinking, his projection of Mr. Dark Cloud gathered the captives.

After taking the captives, Zhang Dongyun went through his usual routine. As Mr. Dark Cloud, he interrogated everyone a few times and searched for all the information they had.

To these people, perhaps some insignificant gossip would have an unexpected effect when it fell into Zhang Dongyun's ears.

As such, Zhang Dongyun placed a lot of importance on all kinds of news. He investigated everything, no matter how big or small.

Interrogation time.

However, this time, Master Zhang immediately received an important piece of information.

Not all of the enemies had entered the mountain.

Elder Mingxi of the Cheng family was still waiting outside the mountain.

There was no news from the people attacking the city for a long time. Mister Mingxi, who was outside the mountain, would soon realize that they had been completely wiped out.

Zhang Dongyun smacked his lips.

It didn't matter if the old man was scared away, but he was afraid that the others wouldn't dare to come again.

But then again, if the old man outside the city was also killed, would the others be even more afraid to come?

The battle this time should not be so. Instead, it might attract the other party to gather more experts.

However …

In Daming Palace, Master Zhang raised his eyebrows.

… There was one less person in the city.

While Zhang Dongyun was reflecting on himself, Mister Mingxi, Cheng Jingyuan, stood silently in the distance outside the mountain, looking at the Dragon Ridge Mountains.

The young members of the Cheng Clan who accompanied him gradually grew anxious and uneasy.

Mister Mingxi looked as calm as Mount Tai, but his heart was sinking.

By this time, regardless of success or failure, there should be news from the frontline.

In Chang 'an City, apart from Blood Shadow, there was definitely more than one Seventh Realm cultivator.

Whether Jiang Zhaoning's earlier investigation was intentional or not, there was definitely a mistake in the information.

Chang 'an City was stronger than expected. Moreover, it did not just rely on poisonous fog and illusory arrays.

Three Seventh Realm experts led the team. There was the Dharma artifact, the Golden Fire Lamp, which was good at breaking illusory arrays. There was also Jiang Zhaoning, who had a top-grade Dharma artifact, the Illusionary Mist Robe.

For such a lineup to be wiped out, and even the messenger could not escape, the enemy was definitely not simple.

Mister Mingxi was worried about Cheng Luo and the others. He did not know if they were still alive or not.

However, he realized that not only Cheng Luo and the others who entered the mountain, but even he, who was outside the mountain, was not safe.

"Granduncle, should we send people into the mountain to take a look …" a Cheng family disciple asked hesitantly.

"Let's go." The old man made a prompt decision.

However, he soon realized the danger.

Mister Mingxi immediately shouted, his voice like thunder.

Everything in the surroundings started to ripple like water.

The other Cheng family disciples were shocked. They all took out their pens and paper to be on guard.

However, they could not see their opponent. They could only see black lines, like the marks left behind by pen and ink.

The black lines crisscrossed like a cage, imprisoning and trapping them.

"Who are you?" Mister Mingxi did not underestimate the other party because of their appearance. He asked in a deep voice.

A voice sounded. It was crisp and tender, but the tone was calm and indifferent. "Someone from Chang 'an City."

"There are indeed experts in Chang 'an City," Mister Mingxi exclaimed.

At the same time, his hands were not slow. He waved his brush and splashed ink, quickly writing a farewell poem.

In an instant, the aura of literary talent gathered the Spirit Qi of Heaven and Earth, forming a mighty long river that led to the distance.

A small boat carrying the Cheng family members on the river left in a few breaths, crossing thousands of mountains.

"I've already written a few hundred words."

A crisp and pleasant female voice sounded. Her tone was calm, as if she was having a casual conversation.

However, Mister Mingxi and the others realized that they were at the end of their rope.

Under the obstruction of the black lines, the long river dried up, and the small boat was stranded.

Everyone used their pens and paper as knives, trying to break through the black lines in front of them. However, it was useless.

Even Mister Mingxi, who had reached the seventh realm, the Realm of Enlightenment, was helpless.

The level of the opponent before him did not seem to be much higher than his.

However, he realized that he could not decipher the other party's supernatural power at all.

The whip pierced into the body, as if it had completely failed.

On the contrary, the other party knew everything about him.

Before Mister Mingxi finished changing his brush and ink, the other party had already reacted. It seemed that the other party was more familiar with the meaning of his essay than the author himself.

"Who are you?!" Mister Mingxi was flabbergasted.

However, the other party did not seem to be interested in continuing the conversation. Instead, the black lines kept shrinking and then closing, forming a black curtain that covered the sky and the sun.

In the end, the black curtain continued to shrink. It turned out to be a mass of thick ink.

Mister Mingxi and the others were in the thick ink. They were instantly unable to move and had lost the ability to resist.

The thick ink gathered and finally flew into an inkstone.

The petite girl carried the inkstone and strolled back to Dragon's Ridge.

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