"you guess?"

Old Zui let out a playful laugh.

Lin Jinglong looked thoughtful.

Lin Yingyun stood beside Lao Zui, clenching his fists. If it hadn't been for this ancient expert's intervention, he would have died at Lin Jinglong's hands.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less about that.

"Senior, let's hurry up and get started!"

"Kill this man, this is the patriarch's order!"

"After that, summon the Yang family puppets and have them replenish the ancestor's blood and energy. Only in this way can..."

Lin Yingyun did not finish his sentence.

He was unwilling to reveal too much information to Lin Jinglong.

Even in his view, with Lao Zui making a move, Lin Jinglong was already doomed!

The old man in the Taoist robe took another sip of wine.

He gave Lin Jinglong a deep look.

It seems they're about to unleash their power.

But before that, he looked around again.

"Gentlemen of the Dark Division, why don't you hurry up and show yourselves? Do you really think I'm that stupid as to expect me to make the first move and expose my weaknesses?"

His voice carried throughout the dense forest for miles around.

Upon hearing the sound, hundreds of figures emerged from the nearby woods.

The head of Zhenwu Prison is Mingcheng.

A smug smile graced his rugged face.

"Old Drunkard, it's been a whole year. Do you know how hard it has been for me to find you?"

"You old dog, you've finally shown yourself!"

"Now that you're in my hands, don't even think about escaping!"

"snort!"

Old Zui couldn't help but snort coldly.

He said sarcastically, "Does Zhenwu Prison need to send out such a large force to deal with just me?"

Mingcheng, however, led his men to relentlessly close in and surround the enemy.

“You are an ancient cultivator who was discovered by the elders and then resumed your martial arts practice. Now you have reached the Vajra Martial Emperor realm. How dare I look down on you?”

Mingcheng approached Lin Jinglong and nodded slightly to him, seemingly confident in taking down the three people in front of him.

Lin Jinglong immediately retreated.

But he still felt uneasy.

"Two Vajra Martial Emperors, plus Lin Yingyun, and Mingcheng is only at the ninth level. Can Zhenwu Prison really control the situation?"

Black Moon secretly explained to him via telepathy.

"Don't worry, the Prison Commander brought the Elder Council's sacred artifact, which is specifically designed to deal with Old Drunkard. Even a Martial Emperor couldn't withstand it!"

Lin Jinglong was relieved.

So they had another trump card up their sleeve!

The three people in front were now surrounded, and the puppets controlled by Yang Xinhu were also kept out of the encirclement.

His face was equally gloomy, and he dared not make a move easily.

Besides the fact that Mingcheng represented the Elders' Council, there was another major reason: Lin Yingyun had repeatedly said that he would sacrifice his puppet.

"This is all my hard-earned wealth, why should I sacrifice it?"

Yang Xinhu was also filled with resentment.

He had already made up his mind to act should the situation change.

I'll run first!

After a brief standoff between Lao Zui and Ming Cheng, Lao Zui seemed to be preparing to unleash the Drunken Dream Immortal Scripture, causing the light around everyone to distort and fluctuate.

Lin Jinglong unleashed his Multi-Treasure Golden Eye once again.

Then I realized that it really didn't work!

The distorted light caused the world before their eyes to gradually become distorted and was about to merge into a brand new world!

"Everything you see is an illusion; only I can show you the truth of the world!"

Old Zui's seductive voice rang out.

Lin Jinglong looked around at the scenery in all directions.

"As expected of an ancient immortal-level cultivation technique!"

At this point, he still didn't think all of this was real, but as Lao Zui tempted him, he increasingly felt that the world he was in was fake, and only the illusory world before him was real.

This illusion stems from the transformation of their subconscious mind!

"wake up!"

Mingcheng suddenly shouted.

A large, jet-black seal appeared in his hand.

After he threw it into the air, it instantly magnified thousands of times, becoming like a small mountain, and crashed down towards Lao Zui, Lin Yingyun, and the others in front of him.

The distorted light returned to normal after the appearance of the great seal, and as the seal fell, Old Zui's mournful howl echoed.

"The Zhenwu Seal, you've brought out the Elders' Council's inherited sacred artifact. Is it really necessary to do this to deal with me?"

Old Zui seemed to have never expected Mingcheng to pull this stunt.

Lin Jinglong also looked at the pitch-black seal in the air, which only had the two characters "Zhenwu" on it, emitting a faint light and a chilling aura.

If this seal were aimed at him, Lin Jinglong knew he wouldn't be able to withstand its pressure, because the pressure it released was almost comparable to that of a Celestial Martial Emperor!

"Zhenwu!"

Mingcheng muttered to himself.

The great seal crashed to the ground!

Lin Yingyun, who had escaped death before, was suppressed under the Great Seal this time, along with Lao Zui!

Only Yang Xinhu was someone he had been on guard against long ago.

Regardless of who wins, he has no intention of staying here. So, as soon as the illusion was cast, he summoned hundreds of puppets and rushed down the mountain.

And he also appeared when the seal was in effect.

They suddenly rushed towards the foot of Lianyun Peak!

"Yang Xinhu actually ran away?"

Lin Jinglong hesitated whether to make a move to pursue and kill him.

But at that moment, a sudden change occurred within the sacred realm.

A terrifying wave emanated from the entrance to the sacred realm halfway up the mountain, and countless wisps of blood mist burst forth from within.

And it formed a giant bloody hand in the air.

Lin Jinglong tensed up.

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