Chapter 273 Seeking wealth and honor in danger, seeking immortal fate! [Subscribe]
Smoothly withdraw from the Heavenly Prison
Wei Hong and the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect all breathed a sigh of relief!
This operation was so smooth and there were no casualties. They also successfully recaptured the fundamental law of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sutra. It was really perfect to the extreme.
"Everyone!" Wei Hong was too lazy to ask Jiang Yuankui what he did in the depths of the Heavenly Prison. He said casually: "I have repaid the favor I owed to the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. It can be regarded as fulfilling my mission!"
"Thank you!"
Jiang Yuankui didn't say much.
The two looked at each other, nodded, and turned to go their separate ways.
The people of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect must continue to lurk, or escape from the Divine Capital and return to Southern Xinjiang immediately. After all, their most important task has been completed, and other things are no longer important.
Wei Hong is different. He has other plans!
After the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect disappeared at the corner of the street, he also disappeared in the dark night like a ghost. When he appeared again, he was already on a high-rise building near the inner city.
This place has been reserved by the Misty Rain Tower!
Luan Xiaoqi led dozens of death warriors to guard the top of the tall building. When Wei Hong arrived, everyone saluted with a solemn face: "Greetings to the Poison King!"
"Yes!"
Wei Hong nodded slightly, and his eyes swept across the tall buildings around him.
There were quite a few strong men hiding in various places to watch the excitement, but there were not many who took people to occupy a place with such a big fanfare as him. When everyone saw his eyes, they couldn't help but subconsciously avoid and show weakness.
Unconsciously!
Wei Hong has become the top of the pyramid in this huge capital. In the past, he had to avoid major conflicts from afar, but today, facing the grand occasion of the Sixth Prince forcing the palace, he dared to bring people to watch the battle here.
It must be said that the situation has really changed over time!
Just when others were speculating on his identity, Wei Hong had already set his sights on the battle between the palace and the outer city. From here, it can be vaguely seen that the two battlefields have already been decided.
Hundreds of thousands of troops from the outer city suppressed the rebels and easily broke through the walls defended by the patrol camp. They rushed all the way into the capital of the gods. The shouting figures of the army could be seen in the streets and alleys.
Although the walls of the palace were guarded by the imperial guards, they were difficult to break!
But when General Meng led his troops to arrive, and with the masters dispatched by the major families, the result of this battle was naturally self-evident.
The various Sanxian sect altars had been completely destroyed.
Countless Sanxian sect believers fell in a pool of blood.
The scales of victory in this dispute seemed to have tipped towards the Sixth Prince, but Wei Hong knew very well that the real struggle had not yet begun, and the death of many people now was just an appetizer.
"It's inconvenient to watch the battle here, should we enter the inner city?" Luan Xiaoqi asked tentatively.
"No need!" Wei Hong shook his head and said, "There will definitely be a fight between immortal cultivators later. It is easy to be affected if we enter the inner city. We are fine here!"
"Immortal cultivators?"
Everyone secretly smacked their lips, all at a loss.
The average age of these boys and girls in Yanyu Tower is only fourteen or fifteen years old. Although they have grown tall and strong after practicing martial arts and have disguised themselves as middle-aged people, their minds and knowledge are still those of young people.
At first glance, they heard about immortal cultivators and saw the crazy fight tonight!
I am afraid they will never forget this scene in their lives, right?
"Here it comes!"
Wei Hong suddenly murmured.
From a distance, a black banner, a flying sword, a gourd, and a cattail leaf fan suddenly appeared above the palace!
"Boom!"
They were controlled by an unknown mysterious force and collided wildly above the palace. Every wave of air they raised was enough to destroy the world.
The inner city was immediately devastated!
Some of the energy released by the four magic weapons and the aftermath of various battles were enough to collapse a large area of houses into ruins, and deep pits hundreds of feet deep were smashed on the ground from time to time.
Countless soldiers, martial artists, and civilians suffered misfortune!
Even the powerful imperial guards became like ants at this moment.
Luan Xiaoqi and others finally understood why Wei Hong did not enter the inner city to watch the battle. It was the center of the storm. If he got closer, he might be looking for death.
"Sir!" Luan Xiaoqi asked curiously: "Where is the immortal cultivator?"
"I don't know!" Wei Hong shook his head and said: "How can we guess the existence of this level?"
"In that case, why are we still staying here?" Luan Xiaoqi was puzzled: "If we don't evacuate early at this time, won't we be unlucky if we are affected?"
"No hurry, no hurry!"
Wei Hong can leave whenever he wants.
But he always thinks about the spiritual energy in the palace.
With his spiritual pupils, he could clearly see that because of the manipulation of the Three Immortals Sect's national master, the luck of the Great Zhou royal family was plummeting, and the concentration of spiritual energy in the palace was getting higher and higher. He could see the spiritual energy particles soaring into the sky at a glance.
If he could absorb some of it, wouldn't he be able to step into the realm of Qi training?
Even if he couldn't successfully practice Qi, it would be okay to condense a few strands of spiritual energy to open the storage bag seized in Qiandao Lake, right? There must be good things in it. Wouldn't it be great if he could open it?
Seeing that the four magic weapons were fighting more and more fiercely, the roar was like thunder!
The air waves sweeping around could be clearly felt from a few miles away, and many high-rise buildings were directly overturned. There were also large pieces of thunder and fireballs falling to the ground, causing a fire!
The entire God's Capital had already turned into a purgatory!
Countless people ran around in fear, like ants facing the power of heaven, desperate and powerless!
"Sir, let's retreat!" Luan Xiaoqi was secretly anxious: "If we don't leave now, no one else will be able to leave!"
"You retreat first!" Wei Hong finally had enough of the show, and he said expressionlessly: "You take your people back to the farm outside the city, I will leave later!"
"This?"
Luan Xiaoqi was tangled and wanted to persuade him again.
But Wei Hong had already glared at him without giving him the right to refuse.
Luan Xiaoqi had no choice but to lead his people to retreat quickly.
They stayed just to watch the excitement, and now that they were affected, they naturally had to retreat immediately. Staying would only be a burden.
As for Wei Hong, he was still waiting!
He didn't want to miss any hope!
Gradually, he found that every time the four magic weapons roared and collided, the spiritual particles in the palace would dissipate to the surroundings. Wei Hong knew that his chance had finally come!
He didn't care about the struggle for imperial power and the fighting among immortal cultivators!
Tonight he just wanted to take advantage of the situation and try real practice!
"Wealth and honor are sought in danger, give it a try!"
Wei Hong gritted his teeth and jumped off the tall building.
His figure flashed and he rushed towards the palace like a ghost.
At a critical moment when countless people were fleeing to the outer city with their families, Wei Hong was like a madman going against the flow, rushing into the most intense fighting area without hesitation, and heading straight to a block near the palace.
There, was the secret base he had already arranged!
