Chapter 180

"But the Mulan people's attack will not stop easily, and it is impossible to find a suitable opportunity in a short period of time."

"The future situation is unpredictable. It's hard to say whether we can get together again next time." The old man in white said in a deep voice.

"No need to say more, the second way is to attack directly and break through the opponent's wind formation."

"However, the risk is too great. If there are a few powerful guys of the same level as us in there, it will be difficult for us to succeed."

"Can't we try to get around them?" The old woman shook her head in disagreement.

"It may be too late to evade. Once the Mulan people launch an attack, they will not be able to send out only this vanguard."

“Even if we go in another direction, we will encounter them.”

"But we can hide our bodies first and see if we can get through from the side. As long as we avoid the center of the wind array, it should be fine."

"Once we pass the Muran people's vanguard, we will have enough time to avoid the main force of the Fashi."

"We just happened to arrive at Mulan Grassland. There is a shortage of people there, so it will be much easier to get the treasure." The old man said after pondering for a moment.

The others discussed it and felt that this was the only option.

After all, no one is willing to give up the opportunity in front of them and wait for an unknown future.

Of course, this was also due to the fact that Nanlong Hou and the others were all Nascent Soul cultivators. Otherwise, even if they were tempted by the treasure, they would have returned empty-handed.

Before taking action, they released message talismans and let them fly to the nearest Nine Nations Alliance monastic strongholds.

In this way, the Nine-Nation Alliance can prepare in advance to avoid being attacked by the Mulan people and take precautions before it happens.

This can be considered as their duty as Tiannan monks.

Afterwards, the nine of them restrained their martial arts aura, hid their bodies, and quietly fled to the side, trying to avoid the center where the sandstorm was the most violent and pass through from the side.

Because he was worried that Wang Chan and the other two were not strong enough in cultivation, Wang Tiangu deliberately cast a huge light shield to cover them, and then under Yin Mo's gaze, they gradually disappeared without a trace.

When Yin Mo saw this scene, a sneer flashed across his lips.

With his spiritual sense, how could the whereabouts of Wang Tiangu and others escape his perception.

The distance of more than a hundred miles was shortened in an instant.

The gray and yellow sandstorm came from the horizon, like a demon descending to the earth, pressing down from afar.

The yellow sand has not yet arrived, but gusts of strong wind have already come howling.

Fortunately, they had deviated from the front of the wind array in advance and were now far away from the center. Only sporadic wind columns passed by, posing no threat at all.

The diameter of these wind pillars is as large as more than ten feet, and as small as several feet, which is enough to accommodate several mages.

Yin Mo, who was hiding his body, could clearly sense them at such a close distance.

In these wind columns, blurry human figures were swaying, and it seemed that they were all mages hiding among them.

However, these mages obviously did not notice Yin Mo and others, and they continued on their own.

Yin Mo and others watched coldly and also moved forward quietly.

Just as they were about to enter the yellow sand behind them, the leading Nanlong Hou suddenly changed his expression and warned, "Not good! Watch out for the side!"

After hearing the warning, Yin Mo immediately turned around, and his face changed.

A huge column of wind about a hundred feet thick swept over from a distance, making a violent howling sound.

The magician who casts the spell inside such a huge wind column must be extraordinary. Could it be that this person discovered them?

Yin Mo took a deep breath, and the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword in his body began to become restless.

Although he had heard of the reputation of the mage a long time ago, it was indeed unpleasant to see such a situation with his own eyes.

The others were also staring at the giant wind column nervously, and some had even prepared their magic weapons.

However, the giant wind column passed by without anyone noticing, which made Nanlong Hou breathe a sigh of relief.

But during this brief pause, endless sand fog suddenly fell from the sky and submerged them.

The surroundings suddenly became dim and filled with dark yellow, making people feel depressed.

"Be careful. This sand fog is a bit strange. Spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate too far. Don't get lost." Nanlong Hou reminded calmly.

Although everyone wanted to disperse the sand fog, doing so would expose their whereabouts.

Fortunately, the yellow sandstorm should dissipate soon. Yin Mo and others can only get closer, continue to hide their tracks, and move forward carefully.

However, after just a moment, Yin Mo suddenly stopped, staring at the gloomy and monotonous scene around him, and felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, his body floated in the air and stopped moving.

This action surprised Nanlong Hou and others and made them stop.

"Fellow Daoist Yin, why did you stop?" The old woman frowned and asked with some dissatisfaction.

"Didn't my fellow Taoists notice anything wrong?" Yin Mo said expressionlessly.

"What do you mean?" The dark-skinned man walked up to Yin Mo and asked in surprise.

After hearing Yin Mo's words, Wang Tiangu and the old man in white looked at each other with surprise on their faces.

"In fact, I believe everyone should have noticed it."

"We have been flying for such a long time, but we haven't encountered a single Fashi."

"What's even stranger is that the scenery around me has never changed."

"I think everyone understands what this means!" Yin Mo said with a gloomy face.

"It looks like someone is targeting us!" The dark-skinned man said with an equally unpleasant expression after hearing this. Then, he glanced around.

"Fellow Daoist Yin is right. I also think it's a bit strange."

"It seems that we have been discovered by the enemy, and they are casting spells against us. It seems that we must prepare for a fight!" After a moment's silence, Nanlong Hou nodded gloomily.

When the other people heard this, they did not show any signs of panic.

It can be seen that everyone understands that these mages only dare to use restrictions to trap them.

This shows that they don't have many high-level mages here. Otherwise, they would have rushed in a long time ago.

But they can't be trapped for too long.

Once the Mulan reinforcements arrive, the situation will be really bad!

Then, colorful lights flashed on the old woman and several other people. They no longer concealed their magical powers and began to attack the restrictions around them.

Yin Mo also flicked lightly, and three green rays flew out of his hand, dancing in the wind. In a blink of an eye, they turned into three green rainbows, sweeping towards the yellow sand not far away.

A wave-like wave suddenly appeared under the attack of everyone.

Immediately afterwards, a yellow light flashed, and the restriction was broken by everyone like thin paper and was easily torn into pieces.

Seeing that it was so easy to succeed, the others were a little surprised. Seeing this, Yin Mo showed no joy on his face, and turned into a rainbow, shooting out from the crack. How powerful can a hastily set up restriction be? It was broken by their attack, which was normal. There was no need to hesitate.

Seeing Yin Mo's decisive action, the other old monsters were stunned for a moment, then they immediately understood and flew out one after another.

Once I went out, although there was still flying sand outside, there was obviously no such oppressive feeling as inside the ban.

This made Yin Mo feel a little relieved. He swept his spiritual sense around, trying to identify the direction before taking action.

However, at this moment, Yin Mo's expression suddenly changed, his eyes suddenly narrowed, staring at a certain spot of yellow sand, floating in the air motionlessly.

At this moment, there was a faint blue light flashing in his eyes, which seemed a little strange, but his face had a calm expression, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Friend Yin, what are you doing here?"

At this time, Nanlong Hou, who came from behind, was surprised to see Yin Mo staring motionlessly.

He also used his spiritual sense to scan in that direction, but found nothing unusual. He couldn't help but ask Yin Mo curiously.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about which direction we should go." Yin Mo turned his head and said calmly.

"In this ghostly sandstorm, even spiritual awareness is useless. How can we see clearly with our naked eyes?"

"I have a rare treasure called the 'Star-fixing Plate' here, which is perfect for dealing with this situation."

Nanlong Hou said disapprovingly, and then took out a light red jade plate from his waist, which was round and flat.

Nanlong Hou held the treasure in one hand and made hand gestures with the other, muttering something. He pinched his five fingers and a golden light shot out from the palm of his hand, hitting a flowing rune on the surface of the disc.

Strange golden and red lights bloomed on the plate.

Yin Mo's heart moved and he looked at the treasure for a few more seconds.

The golden dots on the disk formed a strange pattern, which actually contained celestial phenomena such as stars, sun and moon, and was extremely mysterious.

Yin Mo was absorbed in what he saw, while the old man in white and others beside him also gathered around him with curiosity on their faces.

Nanlong Hou did not comment on this, but just stared at the pattern on the disc intently.

After a moment, he flipped his hand, and the treasure in his hand disappeared, but he said concisely:

"follow me!"

After saying this, Nanlong Hou turned into a ball of golden light and flew away diagonally.

The old woman, the grim-faced monk and the others followed closely behind without saying much.

Obviously, they trusted the judgment of this middle-Nascent Soul cultivator.

A black light flashed on Wang Tiangu's body. He wrapped Wang Chan and Yan Ruyan again and flew away.

However, when passing by Yin Mo, the elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect just walked past him as if nothing had happened, and seemed to have some complaints.

Yin Mo's mouth curled up slightly and he looked back with a playful look.

Wang Chan lowered his head in the black light, not daring to meet his gaze, appearing unusually honest.

Yan Ruyan's eyes flickered, and her gaze stayed calmly on Yin Mo for a moment, then she turned her head away.

There was a hint of sneer in Yin Mo's eyes, and he flew away with a smile on his face.

However, before flying away, he subconsciously looked again in the direction he had been looking at before. A strange look flashed across his face, and then he laughed and disappeared in the wind and sand.

In a flash, a dazzling yellow light burst out in the direction he was originally looking at, and a dark cave entrance appeared without warning, and a huge demon insect crawled out of it.

This demon insect was incredibly huge, six meters long, about four meters wide, and had an oblate shape.

On its head, in addition to a dozen dark yellow compound eyes, there are also several slender tentacles and a pair of huge sharp fangs, which flash with cold light.

There are four transparent, thin wings on the back, which vibrate gently.

On the back of this terrifying monster stood three figures of different heights.

One person was covered in shining white light, making it difficult to look directly at him; one person was shrouded in a strange green fog, seeming to be there and not there; the last person was covered in light blue arcs of electricity, as if the god of thunder had descended to the earth.

"Great Master, are we just going to let them go like this? Is that okay?" The figure dressed in white light looked at the direction where Yin Mo and others disappeared, and spoke with some concern.

"Humph! Why don't you let them go? Can you really trap them with just an illusion array?"

"Don't forget, most of these people are old guys in the Nascent Soul stage, who are at the same level as me."

"Even the weakest two are cultivators in the late Jindan stage."

"It's wishful thinking for us, the Huangsha tribe alone, to want to keep them!" The figure in the strange green fog snorted coldly with an unhappy tone.

"But how do we explain this to Master Mu of the Tianfeng Tribe?"

The figure in the white light asked, "He personally sent a letter asking us to do our best to trap this group of monks."

"The vanguard tribes this time are temporarily under his command. And Master Mu has already contacted the Grand Masters of several other tribes."

"Why don't we consider whether we should use the tribe's sacred artifact, the 'Demon Dust Banner'?"

“Even if it’s impossible to severely injure these Nascent Soul cultivators, it should be possible to temporarily trap them.”

"Nonsense! Those thirty-six magic dust banners can't be used casually!"

"Our ancestors of the Huangsha tribe have set a rule that unless the tribe is on the verge of extinction, the holy banners must not be used lightly."

"Moreover, the magical powers of these monks are too powerful. We can't trap them at all. That Grand Master Mu's idea is not bad."

"We in the Huangsha tribe can help them trap the enemy, and when both sides are defeated, they can come and reap the fruits of the battle."

"However, without the clan's sacred artifact, how can our Huangsha tribe maintain its status as one of the top ten tribes in the coalition? We may even be coveted by other small tribes."

"Moreover, if the Demon Dust Banner is used and there is backlash, how should we deal with it?" the figure in the green mist scolded angrily.

"Disciple did not know the seriousness of the matter. I apologize to the great master!" The monk in the white light apologized hurriedly.

"Since you have just become a master, I will let you go for now."

"But don't do it again! And it's not that we didn't take action, it's just that these monks are too powerful."

"We in the Huangsha tribe must not use the Magic Dust Banner lightly."

"In this case, we should find a way to make them kill each other."

"Master Mu's plan is very good. Let our Huangsha tribe contribute, but they must bear the greatest risk."

“Otherwise, the Tianfeng tribe also has a treasure that protects the tribe, so why don’t they take it out to stop the enemy? I think he may have some ulterior motives and want to take this opportunity to retaliate against our Huangsha tribe!” The “Great Master” in the green mist said coldly, and had a very bad impression of Master Mu.

"This Master Mu seems to have such an intention."

"Our two tribes have never gotten along. Now we are just fighting together. There is no real superior-subordinate relationship."

"We don't need to take this kind of thing of sacrificing our own strength to help others too seriously."

(End of this chapter)