Many disciples of small and medium-sized sects act alone.
If they happen to encounter cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect, they will form a gang nearby and find a few allies.
But these five people are enough to influence the course of the entire battle.
If they choose to help the Ghost Spirit Sect, then both sides will have equal numbers.
The man in white and his companions might not be able to stop Daoist Cangyun.
However, if they choose to help the man in white, the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators will surely die.
The man in white spoke first, speaking sincerely.
“Fellow Daoist, the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators are deserving of death by everyone. Why not join forces with us to jointly punish this villain?”
The old man with white hair and beard did not rush to make a move.
Although from the perspective of the situation, helping the man in white is the safest approach.
The problem is that this alliance is too fragile.
Daoist Cangyun's expression brightened, and he calmly offered his reminder.
"If you really help them, then we will surely die."
But how should you distribute these treasures? Do you think he will share the benefits with you, or will he turn against you?
If the man in white and his companions were to win, the old man would certainly not gain any advantage.
When both sides are of equal strength, the treasures should naturally be divided equally.
However, given the significant disparity in strength between the two sides.
Why not share the treasure equally or keep it all to yourself?
This was also something the old man was concerned about; otherwise, he would have chosen to join forces with the white-haired man long ago.
The man in white was anxious, but dared not make any rash moves.
Otherwise, if they really provoke the old man's rebellious mentality, and he joins forces with the Ghost Spirit Sect, they will be in deep trouble.
Liu Chen leisurely strolled around the area within a hundred feet.
They threw out several more sets of array flags and then slowly approached them.
Despite being both cultivators at the Void Refinement stage, their combat strength differs greatly.
Liu Chen deliberately concealed himself, even from a hundred feet away.
These people were completely unaware.
Seeing that most of the guests had arrived, Liu Chen set up several sets of array flags, thus completely eliminating any worries.
The old man with white hair and beard was about to speak.
A fist came from behind, an ordinary straight punch, but it produced a series of sonic booms.
Before the white-haired old man could react, a magical treasure flew out from his dantian, which expanded automatically to protect its owner in the wind.
The ancient bronze mirror was smashed to pieces with a single punch, and the person inside was also punched right through.
Less than half an incense stick's time later.
Liu Chen sighed as the bodies of dozens of people fell to the ground one by one.
As for their storage bags, Liu Chen took them all.
He released his divine soul to sense the surrounding situation and confirmed that there was no one else around.
He gently pointed a finger with his right hand, and a ghostly blue icy flame flew out, burning the entire mountaintop to ashes.
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