Mingqian's pupils suddenly shrank when he saw this.
Void blockade formation?
He had never seen such golden runes spreading everywhere, but they were the same as the formation that the Lord of Demonic Sky Palace had once used, and could intercept communication runes.
The rebel leader actually knows such strange methods.
He thought again of what the old man in black had said. He had not taken it seriously before, but now his expression turned even uglier. He asked, "Are you from the East Continent Earth God?"
Xiang Sheng smiled but did not answer.
This almost tacit attitude made Mingqian's heart sink.
He secretly sent a message to the gloomy old man as he prepared to break the mountain cone. He looked around on the surface, deliberately delaying time, and asked, "Did my son die here too?"
"No, the Holy Son of Mingzhe is different from you. He can't use the communication talisman in front of me."
As Xiang Sheng spoke, he took a step forward, and his figure instantly flashed like a phantom in front of the gloomy old man.
The gloomy old man was shocked. The Mountain Breaker needed to self-ignite its blood and essence to gather power. He was completely unable to deal with Xiang Sheng at the moment and could only shout, "Master!"
Mingqian moved long before the gloomy old man shouted.
He just flipped his palm and a black jade ruler appeared out of thin air.
Mingqian bit his tongue hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood mist.
The jade ruler absorbed the blood mist, and suddenly a thick black light overflowed from the top, transforming into dozens of materialized ghost shadows rushing towards Sheng.
Gong Moyan's expression changed slightly, and he immediately warned: "Senior, be careful, this is a ghost technique, be sure to protect the spirit platform."
Xiang Sheng's eyes didn't move when he heard that. He didn't even glance at the ghosts. He just opened his red lips and said, "Jie Sheng."
Chant!
A clear sword chant suddenly sounded, and the sword force that followed made the ghosts all freeze.
The breath of their natural enemy made them look terrified, and then they ignored Ming Qian's orders and rushed into the jade ruler.
However, no matter how fast they are, they can never compare to flying swords.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
A brilliant white light streaked across the void, leaving behind several white sword marks.
The ghosts' figures froze in an instant, and then a cross of sword light appeared on each of their figures, and they screamed and turned into ashes.
At the same time, Xiang Sheng grabbed the gloomy old man's shoulder bone with his right hand and pulled it lightly, and one of his arms along with the mountain-breaking cone in his hand was torn off.
The gloomy old man was terrified and retreated continuously, holding on to his broken arm, shouting: "Spare my life! This old slave is willing..."
Snap!
The sound stopped abruptly.
Xiang Sheng casually withdrew his hand and turned to walk towards Ming Qian.
Behind him, a strand of sword intent swept over lightly, splitting the weak soul that had just crawled out from between the gloomy old man's eyebrows into two halves.
The remaining Ming family guards, upon seeing the fate of the gloomy old man, were already terrified and knelt down without saying a word, shouting:
"Surrender! We surrender!"
"Senior, please understand. I joined the Ming family out of necessity!"
“…”
Mingqian retreated step by step and was soon forced into a corner by Xiang Sheng.
The jade ruler backfired, and his face turned pale. At this moment, he heard that his personal guards had defected, but he still did not lose the dignity of being the head of the Ming family. He said in a deep voice:
"Your Excellency has gone to such great lengths, surely you are not simply worried that I might leak the news?"
After saying this, Xiang Sheng stopped and smiled slightly: "Not bad, then why not guess again, what am I doing this for?"
Mingqian felt relieved and immediately continued:
"Your Excellency's cultivation is far superior to mine, yet you have only killed one of my followers so far, and have not completely wiped out all of us. I believe you have other uses for us.
Actually, there is no grudge between our Ming family and you rebels.
The real enemy is the Demonic Palace!
And our Ming family is also unable to breathe under the oppression of the Demon Palace.
If you wish to use me to infiltrate the core of the Demon Heaven Palace and plan for something greater, that is exactly what I wish for. We can definitely cooperate."
“Cooperation requires both sides to be evenly matched.”
Xiang Sheng looked at Ming Qian, his eyes gradually turning colder. "You, a prisoner, also want to discuss cooperation with me?"
Ming Qian immediately wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Yes... I was wrong. Our Ming family is willing to serve you wholeheartedly."
He said this, but he had completely different thoughts in his mind.
This woman is so powerful, but she is afraid that he will pass the news back to the Demon Palace.
Perhaps either her strength is inflated, or there is something in the Demon Palace that she is afraid of.
The Demonic Palace has stood in the underworld for thousands of years. It is a joke that the rebels want to overthrow it.
Moreover, his Ming family and the Demonic Palace have been cooperating for thousands of years. As long as the Demonic Palace does not fall, the inheritance of his Ming family will continue.
If the Demonic Heaven Palace were replaced by the rebel army, who knows whether these rebellious sword slaves would turn against us?
He had already made up his mind that once he gained the trust of the rebels, he would immediately send a message to the Lord of the Demonic Palace.
As for whether the secret method to eliminate the Yin energy would fall into the hands of the Demon Palace again, he no longer cared about that.
His idea is very good.
Unfortunately, when he woke up from his coma, he remembered nothing.
"Why did I fall asleep?"
Mingqian pressed his aching brow and sat up, then saw Gong Moyan walking towards him quickly, handing him a cup of tea.
"Master Protector must be tired after the battle. Have a cup of tea."
Why isn’t Mingnu here?
Mingqian looked around subconsciously, took the tea and took a sip in a daze, and his memory gradually returned.
Yes.
Mingnu is dead, killed in the battle with the rebels.
Although the old man in black was leading the way, the rebels' strength was hidden very deeply, and destroying them was far from as easy as imagined.
But in the end, they were the winners.
Gong Moyan had made considerable contributions to this. If he hadn't plotted against the rebel leader in time, even if he had won, he would have been seriously injured.
Thinking of this, Mingqian looked at Gong Moyan with a much more friendly gaze.
"How long will it take to get to Demon City?"
Gong Moyan quickly replied, "We are not traveling very fast with the rebel leader's prisoner carriage, but we have already walked for a day when you rested. We will arrive in about half a day."
"very good."
Ming Qian smiled and said, "I'm going to retreat and heal my wounds. You go and look after the rebel leader for the last half day. Don't make any mistakes."
"yes."
Gong Moyan walked out of the room as he was told. When the cold wind blew, he realized that his back was soaked.
This cold sweat was not caused by Mingqian, but by Xiang Sheng.
This method of fabricating false memories and distorting a person cannot be simply described as "terrible".
Gong Moyan couldn't help but wonder if his memory had been changed without his knowledge, which was why he was willing to recognize his senior as the leader.
Is their hatred towards the Demonic Heaven Palace the accumulation of generations, or was it deliberately instilled by their predecessors?
No!
The senior acted uprightly, how could he speculate about the senior with such ugly thoughts?
His thoughts were churning wildly, and before he knew it, he had arrived near the prison van towed behind the spirit boat.
Seeing Xiang Sheng leaning aside with his eyes closed, he took a deep breath and walked over with awe.
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