“That’s how I always drive.” The words were full of sarcasm, but the person in question looked completely innocent, unaware of how Versailles they had just been talking about.
When the Thousand Machine Lock was unlocked, everyone was surprised.
Some stood frozen, some were stunned, and some were at a loss.
If this lock is broken by brute force, something terrible will usually happen.
This array lock contains multiple abilities from various professions such as magic cultivation, Buddhist cultivation, and talisman cultivation. Is it really that simple to unlock it?
Bitter Bodhi thought he had some idea of Wen Jingge's abilities, but after this brute force unlocking incident, he was no longer so sure.
Can those Buddhist prayer beads really stop Wen Jingge's deadly attack for Shan Hongxing?
The fortune teller had to beg him for a long time before he finally agreed. Everyone said that the fortune teller was a master strategist.
Will he make a mistake this time?
Bitter Bodhi felt a sudden unease and began to doubt whether he had done something wrong.
He looked at Wen Jingge's hand, which was only slightly red. To Wen Jingge, that little bit of redness seemed like just a minor bruise, and she didn't seem to notice it at all, not even rubbing it.
It was obvious that the Thousand Machine Lock was a piece of cake for her, and she didn't even use her full strength to break it.
Has this child's ability become so terrifying?
Clearly, she doesn't have any aura of elective training at all!
"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Most of the time, Wen Jingge couldn't understand what the people here were thinking.
She always acted according to her own preferences, but these monks insisted on following etiquette.
In addition, there were rumors circulating among the people. Although half of it was due to her own influence, when she came to Qinghe Mountain, she found that apart from a few direct disciples on Wanzhang Peak, most people were both afraid of her and relied on her.
Wen Jingge had also thought about imitating Shan Hongxing's aloof and superior demeanor, but she was really not suited for it. Often, she would inadvertently reveal her unrestrained, free-spirited, mischievous, and wicked nature.
Perhaps it's related to her profession in her previous life; the petty evils that the criminals in her old manuscripts wanted to do, she actually did herself after coming to this other world.
Now these people are afraid of her, dread her, but Wen Jingge isn't sad at all. She just doesn't understand why, after the door opened, these people didn't thank her and just stared at her. What does that mean?
Aren't you going out?
The way out of the illusion is to break the Thousand Machine Lock. Why aren't these people leaving? Do they want to see her break it again?
Wen Jingge shook her head helplessly, resignedly agreeing with the group of perverts' idea, and picked up the broken pieces of the Thousand-Mechanism Lock from the ground.
Under their slightly horrified gazes, the lock was restored.
"If you're not leaving, then I'm leaving!"
Suffering Bodhi: ...
"Well... I'm leaving!" Wen Jingge raised her hand, intending to wave goodbye, then looked at her disciples who seemed hesitant to speak. "Are you going out?"
Wang Xi nodded. She really wanted to go out, since Cang Jiezi and Youming Xuanlian were no longer relevant to her.
"My junior brother and I wanted to go out." She said with a droopy face, "Master, it was too fast just now, I didn't have time to say it."
Wen Jingge glanced at her only female disciple. If she remembered correctly, she hadn't been standing in this position before.
"What if it appears?" she asked, seemingly out of nowhere.
Wang Xi understood. She nodded and glanced at Ling Yi, who was sitting on the ground.
Wen Jingge stood in front of Wang Xi, and the others didn't notice the subtle actions between the master and apprentice.
"Are you going out?" she asked one last time, her gaze fixed on the distance, as if she couldn't wait to leave.
"Get out! Get out!" Ku Putuo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Just now, he had actually sensed the killing intent emanating from Wen Jinge.
This was not his imagination, because the Buddha of Compassion and Joy began chanting "Good, good" again, and the Buddha of Good and Evil grinned with a strange smile.
"Then don't just stand there!"
"Okay, okay." Even now, Bitter Bodhi still couldn't figure out how the destroyed Thousand Machine Lock could be reassembled. This ability was too strange, as if time on the object had been forced to flow backward.
Reverse flow!
He clenched his teeth, swallowed hard, and looked at the aloof woman in black.
His junior brother once said that Bu Suanzi was probably a person who was reborn with memories of two lifetimes, and that his purpose in living was to verify something. At the time, he thought it was nonsense.
However, Wen Jingge is a disciple of the Diviner; if she could reverse the flow...
"Elder, are we just going to leave like this?"
The disciples of the Tantric sect are still unaware of what has happened outside. They have been rushing here, and the only communication they have with Ku Bodhi has been spent on the two simple-minded people who are prone to getting angry.
"What else can we do if we don't leave?"
Although he didn't care at all about the Azure Mustard Sword forged from the roots of a demonic dragon and the Netherworld Lotus, these disciples were still young, and these rewards were fatally attractive to these young people who wanted to climb the ranks.
Of course, some people don't want anything and just want to leave.
For example, there are still three survivors left in Moyun Cave.
"Are you going to stay?" Ling Yi pursed his lips shyly, his dark, grape-like eyes darting between the three of them.
All three were seriously injured to varying degrees. Other disciples of Moyun Cave also died because of their recklessness. There were many objects in the illusion, some visible and some invisible, and the disciples' every move was being closely watched.
Unless one is very knowledgeable about objects like memory stones, it is really impossible for an ordinary person to escape the prying eyes of the elders in the Xuanmen sect.
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