While suppressing the real person Muhuan, the old man stretched out his big hand and grabbed the tall tree heavily.
Not only did he want to destroy the soul of True Monarch Changchun, he also wanted to take away this rare fourth-level spiritual tree.
After True Lord Yuanshen loses his physical body, his strength will be greatly reduced.
Not to mention that True Lord Changchun is sleeping now, even if he is completely awake, he cannot defeat the Yuanshen monks of the same level.
Seeing that he was about to succeed, the old man’s face suddenly changed. He withdrew all his strength and gave up suppressing the real Muhuan. He dodged and tried to avoid it.
Unfortunately, the endless light of the sun and moon fell from the sky, completely covering his figure.
No matter how he dodges, this endless light follows him like a shadow.
The old man suddenly stopped moving and looked into the air ahead with a solemn expression.
“Master Meng, do you really have to get involved in this matter?”
“Old Yang Sang, after all, you are also the True Lord of Yuanshen from the Jiuqu League. Why do you ignore your comradeship and kill you as soon as you come?”
“Could it be that the dog food from Miaodanhui is really that tempting?”
Meng Zhang’s figure appeared above the spiritual tree, looking down playfully.
While he was speaking, the endless light that filled the sky just stopped in the air and did not continue to shine.
Zhenjun Yang Sang was originally a well-known Yuanshen-stage casual cultivator in the Jiuqu League.
However, this person has poor conduct, bullies the weak and fears the strong, has no sense of responsibility, and does not have the magnanimity of a true king of soul.
Both the Qingyuan Sect and the Jade Sword Sect looked down upon this person. Therefore, no one recruited him to the top of Jiuqu League.
When the Jiuqu League was about to undergo great changes, this guy saw the opportunity early and flew away early, escaping from the Jiuqu League.
When the Jiuqu League was conquered by the Dali Dynasty, it became the Jiuqu Province of the Dali Dynasty. This guy appeared out of nowhere and reappeared in Jiuqu Province.
He appears here at this time, clearly with bad intentions. Needless to say, he had long been bribed by the Miaodan Society.
“Master Meng, those who understand current affairs are heroes. It’s not like you don’t know the strength of the Miaodan Society.”
“Under the general trend, anyone who tries to use a mantis as a chariot is an ant who does not know whether to live or die.”
“Miaodanhui has no ill intentions towards Taiyi Sect. If Master Meng has any ideas, he can take the initiative to communicate with Miaodanhui. Why should he adopt such a hostile attitude?”
Zhenjun Yang Sang patiently persuaded Meng Zhang.
Zhenjun Yang Sang is extremely senior. When he became a soul, Meng Zhang was still playing with sand in the endless sand sea.
The name of a person is like the shadow of a tree. Meng Zhang has experienced many battles and achieved a great reputation.
Those who despised Meng Zhang because he was young have basically learned a lesson.
Zhenjun Yang Sang, a guy who is accustomed to relying on the strong to bully the weak, is unwilling to bite the hard nut of Meng Zhang.
“Master Meng, the Miaodan Society is also considering you, knowing that you have promised to take care of True Lord Changchun. In order not to embarrass you, I asked me to come over, drain the fire under the cauldron, and get it over with.”
“The True Monarch of Changchun is no longer here, so Master Meng probably no longer has the need to stand up for Changchun Temple.”
If you can persuade Meng Zhang with your words, that will definitely be something that True Lord Yang Sang wishes for.
“Miao Dan is so reasonable and considerate, which shows his sincerity.”
“Master Meng, even if you don’t think about yourself, you still have to think about the Taiyi Sect. Why bother to make such a powerful enemy for someone who has nothing to do with Shuxia Miaodan.”
Face Lord Yang Sang’s seemingly sincere persuasion, Meng Zhang had no reaction at all. On the other hand, Master Mu Huan had a look of anxiety on his face.
He was really afraid, afraid that Meng Zhang would be persuaded by the other party to give up helping Changchun Guan.
This time the Miao Dan Society even sent out the True Monarch of Yuanshen to form its determination to subdue Changchun Guan.
Master Mu Huan felt a little regretful.
Had he known that things would develop to this point, he should have persuaded Mr. Muri to bow his head.
His senior brother is good at everything, but sometimes he is too stubborn.
It is easy to break when it is just over, so you don’t have to resist forcefully at all times.
The true foundation of Changchun Temple is the True Lord of Changchun who is currently sleeping in the fourth-level spiritual tree.
As long as True Lord Changchun is still there, no matter what Changchun Temple loses today, even if it loses everything, there is a chance to get it back.
But if something happens to True Monarch Changchun, then Changchun Temple will truly be doomed.
After Meng Zhang took action, Master Yang Sang gave up suppressing Master Mu Huan. He could move freely and speak freely.
He opened his mouth to speak, but in the end he swallowed the thousands of words back into his stomach.
He didn’t have any chips in his hand, and he didn’t know how to persuade Meng Zhang to help.
He is not good at words. If he speaks rashly and makes Meng Zhang unhappy, it will be counterproductive.
Zhenjun Yang Sang saw that Meng Zhang had not retorted and was listening to himself quietly, thinking that Meng Zhang was already a little agitated.
He was about to strike while the iron was hot and completely convince Meng Zhang, but Meng Zhang finally spoke.
“Are you done?”
A cold voice came into the ears of Zhenjun Yang Sang.
“You’ve finished, let’s get on the road early.”
Under the incredulous gaze of Lord Yang Sang, Meng Zhang took action again.
The endless light that originally stopped in the sky swept towards Shuyuanwww.zhaoshuyuan.com even more fiercely.
Two air currents, one black and one white, were entangled in the air, twisting and circling.
Zhenjun Yang Sang suddenly felt as if the whole world was rejecting and hostile to him.
Meng Zhang mobilized the power of the great avenue as soon as he took action, obviously he had no intention of showing mercy.
Zhenjun Yang Sang kept scolding Meng Zhang as a lunatic, but he did not dare to neglect it and also mobilized the power of the avenue.
Zhenjun Yang Sang’s main avenue is the Avenue of Wind among the three thousand avenues.
The True Lord Xuanfeng whom Meng Zhang had dealt with back then was the Dao of Wind who majored in it.
The same Avenue of Wind, displayed in the hands of different people, is like two completely unrelated avenues.
Meng Zhang still remembers that True Lord Xuanfeng was as elegant as the wind and as fast as the wind. It can be as light as a breeze and as strong as a hurricane.
But the current True Lord Yang Sang mainly focuses on dodging, and is obviously not good at confronting people head-on.
His method of dealing with Meng Zhang was mainly to dodge, and he was still looking for opportunities to retreat. He had no intention of confronting Meng Zhang head-on.
If he had encountered other opponents of the same level, Zhenjun Yang Sang would have already relied on his ability to escape, turning into Rufeng and leaving the battlefield.
But before Meng Zhang took action, he made up his mind to keep True Lord Yang Sang.
He must use his life to show his determination and fighting power to the Miaodan Society.
As soon as Meng Zhang started taking action, he did not hold back at all. He turned over his trump cards one after another, and his trump card almost never stopped.
The yin and yang spirit gourd above the head shook slightly, and the yin and yang energy was like a giant python, rushing towards True Lord Yang Sang.
The black and white swords transformed by the black and white air currents, one bright and one dark, one master and the other, kill directly towards the opponent.