Chapter 17: Eavesdropping, Alienation

Many powerful people were discussing secretly, and many eyes were flickering.

The mighty momentum from the Demon Ridge Mountains made many powerful people feel uneasy.

Lu Zhong's expression remained unchanged.

That powerful beast is hiding in its lair, making it difficult to deal with, but it is not impossible to deal with.

Especially after the trip to the southern slope valley.

If all goes well, Lu Zhong will be able to solve the problem of the Demon Ridge Mountains in no time.

Lu Zhong was just about to leave the mountain area under his feet, when at this moment the huge divine power's thoughts fluctuated slightly, and his eyes looked towards somewhere in the mountains.

The figure passed by quietly and appeared on the side. He heard two figures talking quietly on the side.

"How is the investigation going? We don't have that much time. We have to take advantage of this person in the Demon Ridge Mountains to attract the attention of other forces. If we wait until this person in the Demon Ridge Mountains is subdued, we will miss the opportunity again!"

The invisible divine power radiated and enveloped the two figures. The two figures were extremely well protected, but it was meaningless to Lu Zhong's divine consciousness.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, he might not be able to see through the invisible source energy shield, but Lu Zhong’s divine thoughts were extremely mysterious.

This level of concealed talisman is a joke in front of Lu Zhong.

I only heard a figure say in a low voice:

"Without any news, we still cannot go deep into the core of Yanzong!"

This voice made Lu Zhong feel somewhat familiar.

This was the voice of an elder of the Yan Sect. Lu Zhong's mind locked onto a figure for a moment.

I only heard another figure say, "You guys need to speed up, he has sent me the news and can't hold on any longer!"

"What's going on with Yuyong? Why has the situation become so urgent?"

"Has your identity been exposed?"

"Yuyong suspected that his identity had been leaked. He felt that person had ill intentions towards him!"

"Yuyong, that one?"

In secret, Lu Zhong was chewing on these two words, and he had a vague sense of the two code names.

Lu Zhong guessed that the person might be his cheap master Yan Muling, so Yu Yong must be someone close to Yan Muling.

"It can't be him!"

A figure slowly emerged in Lu Zhong's mind.

He believed in his intuition; the whims of the innate gods were always accurate.

Lu Zhong continued to listen.

I could only hear the voice hidden in the black robe speak in a deep voice.

"Is this a trick? That person has always been cunning and suspicious. Could he be tricking him?"

"I asked Yuyong, and he said no. Yuyong felt that the way the man looked at him was sometimes strange, and he felt a strong sense of uneasiness!"

"I believe that Yuyong has a very sharp intuition. If he hadn't sensed danger, he wouldn't be so anxious. It seems that we have no choice but to let Yuyong withdraw!"

"But if 'Yu Yong' withdraws, there will be no eyes around him anymore, which is very dangerous for us! And we will not be able to predict his reaction in the next series of actions."

The figure who looked like the elder of Yan Sect seemed a little anxious.

He raised his head and expressed his thoughts:

"What I mean is, why don't we let Yu Yong calm down? We can try to watch from the dark, provide some assistance, and then withdraw after the incident is resolved!"

The black-robed figure was silent for a moment before he said, "I will ask the sect master for instructions on this matter. If it is really impossible, we will not sacrifice Yu Yong. Yu Yong's identity is very special!"

After the two finished talking, they immediately went their separate ways and left in two different directions. They looked extremely alert and made some tricks from time to time to see if there were any other pursuers behind them.

Lu Zhong appeared in the darkness with a strange look on his face.

He did not choose to capture these two people. There was no need. For now, all he needed to do was to remember their aura.

He believed that after planting the seeds, he might be able to harvest more fruits.

He was not very interested in the two shriveled seeds.

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Duanfangcheng

"Senior, you are back!"

Duan Fangming was particularly enthusiastic when he saw Lu Chong return.

His face was full of smiles, and the anxiety in his heart was put down. He was afraid that this senior was unreliable and would leave at this time.

Leading Lu Zhong into the main hall, Duan Fangming quickly asked an elder from the Duan Fang clan nearby to bring a brocade box.

"Senior, this is a small gift from my Duanfang clan. Please accept it!"

"Why is Patriarch Duan Fang so polite?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Lu Zhong had a smile on his face. He glanced at the gift box and felt an extremely strong divine energy in it.

There should be a divine material in it that contains the source of divine power. There are not many such treasures in the Great Wilderness. Any great cultivator in the 'Spiritual Transformation Stage' would be greatly enhanced if it fell into their hands.

Because the great cultivators in the Spirit Transformation Stage have already comprehended some of the wonderful uses of the divine realm.

Duan Fangming smiled and said, "Next, please support our Duan Fang clan for a while. This is just one of the gifts of thanks. After this is over, our Duan Fang clan will definitely not forget the kindness of our ancestor!"

Lu Zhong opened the brocade box casually, and saw a flag inside.

It was a totem flag with a red glow.

The flag depicts a vision of roaring fire.

After seeing the totem flag, Lu Zhong immediately recognized that it was an ancient magic weapon that represented totem belief and contained the divine power of the totem god.

For an ordinary cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Stage, holding this flag can greatly enhance one's own divine power, and perhaps be able to absorb the divinity from it and enhance the divinity of one's own soul.

Lu Zhong put it away and said with a smile: "Patriarch Duan Fang is thoughtful!"

Then he added: "Don't worry, Patriarch Duanfang, I will practice near Duanfang City in the next period of time!"

Duan Fangming was immediately delighted when he heard this, but in a flash Lu Zhong said, "But it won't take too long!"

Duan Fangming's expression suddenly changed, but Lu Zhong had already stood up, patted the brocade box in his hand and suddenly disappeared. This action made Duan Fangming look a little bitter, and there was a hint of deep anger in his eyes.

He glanced around and left the main hall in an instant, walking slowly towards the ancestral land with a thoughtful look on his face. However, when he approached the mountain patrol temple in the center, a faint terrifying storm was emerging around him. His figure became extremely strange, his face gradually became long and narrow, his ears drooped, his forehead rose high, countless strange yellow scales appeared on his body, and his feet were faintly fused together, looking extremely strange and evil.

Lu Zhong’s intuition was not wrong. Duan Fangming was now in an alienated state, and it was extremely serious.

The strong divinity of the God of Wind is backfiring, causing the many defects in its body to no longer be suppressed and to undergo drastic changes.

Especially the petrified state of the people below him, which made him feel horrified.

"Blood, blood!"

His eyes were now faintly glowing with an abnormal red light, and a strong fishy smell naturally emanated from his body.

The stench gradually took on a strong earthy smell as he walked.

And in the depths of the ancestral temple, there were several figures tied up inside, each with a terrifying look on their face, and their entire bodies were filled with the rich aura of the Wind God's power.

"Chief, spare my life!"

Seeing Duan Fangming's demonic figure coming in, several figures couldn't help but beg for mercy loudly.

"Chief, what have we done wrong? You can't do this to us!"

Looking at the cries of several young tribesmen, Duan Fangming's mind, which was about to become confused, suddenly became clear. There was a hint of suppressed desire and a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)