Chapter 2556: Siege

Along the valley, I walked for thousands of miles, and the rock walls on both sides of the valley became more and more open.
The Sage Mountain is a whole from the outside, and when you enter it, it is completely different. The interior of the mountain is empty.
But walking through the valley doesn't feel like squatting. The silver light shining above gives a feeling of the sky, but the color of the sky is not right...
Luo Zheng went forward while looking at the surrounding environment.
Compared with the chance of the holy, Luo Zheng is more concerned about the maze.
Luo Wei has already said the situation inside the Saints Mountain.
Although the space inside the Sage Mountain is huge, it is not as complicated as other forbidden places.
After leaving the valley, they can see an open plain. Once the saint's competition is unfolded, a silver spring will appear in the plain, and as long as one of the holy springs is occupied, it can be sanctified.
The number of holy springs varies from time to time, sometimes two, and sometimes three.
At that time, when Luo Qi was sealed, only a holy spring appeared, so that when the saints came, only Luo Yi was sealed.
Although the rules are very simple, it is not so easy to occupy the holy spring. On the one hand, it comes from the test of the Saints Mountain. On the other hand, there is competition from other people. No one will let you occupy a holy spring safely and securely.
When they finally got out of the rock wall, they saw a vast plain.
This plain can't see the end at a glance, and it looks far and wide, and the silver is connected to the sky at a great distance.
"I didn't see the silver sacred spring," Hua Tianming gently stepped on the ground, and the whole person had floated up, and the entire plain was empty.
Chen Huangyijian is extremely patient. "Is it possible that time is not yet there?"
Luo Zheng walked toward the plain and walked and said: "The father said that it seems that a certain number of people must be reached, and the Silver Spring will appear..."
In the past, when the saints came down, they were all coming in. This time, only the three of them came first, and it is likely that the number is not enough.
Soon after Luo Zheng said, he felt a mess of chaos behind him.
He turned his head and saw dozens of people in the valley slowly coming.
He hasn't gotten a blind eye into the Sage Mountain from the space channel. Naturally, he has no time to pay attention to these "competitors". Now, under some pressure, he has unexpectedly seen some acquaintances.
Qianlong chief? Luo Zheng's eyes flashed slightly.
I did not expect this Yasheng to rely on his ability to leave the Abyss.
He nodded slightly toward the Qianlong patriarch in the crowd, and the mouth of the Qianlong patriarch was slightly opened. He said in a real yuan voice: "Luo Zheng, be careful, these people want to kill you."
Hearing the warnings of the Qianlong patriarch, Luo Zheng had some unexpected colors.
However, under the circumstance, I quickly understood.
Those Xuan Weiwei will not give up chasing themselves, but their deity can't enter it, because these people are naturally a choice.
The heads of the sub-Sacred are close to Luo Zheng and others. They are expressionless and have completely concealed the killing in their hearts.
These Yashengs from outside the giants are more proud and self-sufficient than the giants. They believe that the wealthy disciples are able to be sanctified by the huge resources, and the sacredness of these first-line families is entirely based on their own talents. Going up, whether it is strength or talent, nature is better.
When these Yasheng distance Luo Zheng three people still have a distance of several tens of feet, Luo Zheng suddenly smiled: "I want to start early, I will be too long, I am afraid you can't stand it."
The words of Luo Zheng were broken and their minds were broken. These sub-Saints were slightly flustered.
The head of the red-haired Yasheng sneered, "If you know, then you will be stunned, and we will have to work hard in the province!"
Luo Zheng stared at this person, his eyes became indifferent, and sighed softly. "If you stop now, you will lose your life, and I can spare you a life. You can also win the qualification of the Holy Spirit."
"Rain us a life?" Redhead Yasheng slightly glimpsed.
Others are also a bit wrong, they thought that the three were forced into a desperate situation, but this kid is still vocal.
Redhead Yasheng laughed: "Very good, enough arrogant! Let me see, how do you qualify to disturb us!"
"The two great ones are just a sub-saint!"
"Our people are dominant and their strength is superior. It is easy to kill them together!"
"..."
Under the leadership of the sub-Sacred, the other people rushed up.
But not everyone has been dispatched, and some people have stayed in the same place.
For example, people with rich alliances such as Tianxiao.
Can be repaired to such a person who is cultivated, since the extraordinary talent, in their view, those Xuan Weiwei will give such a big benefit, Luo Zheng and others must be quite tricky.
Of course, the Asian saints who take the lead can also think of it, but people tend to overestimate their own strength, and their opponents in the trough, even if Luo Zheng’s strength is stronger, can he be better than dozens of Yasheng and Dazheng true God?
Hua Tianming and Chen Huangyijian listened to Luo Zheng and said that they suddenly understood.
Seeing that these people are rushing up, there is a hint of coldness in the eyes of the two.
"Hey! Hey!"
The two men pulled the sword almost simultaneously.
At the same time that Chen Huangyi’s sword was pulled out of the sword, his eyes were extremely cold.
"Brushing..."
The silky scent of the lyrical gods turned into a golden net and shrouded toward the front.
In the abyss of the abyss, Chen Huangyi’s strength is comparable to that of the top saints. Even Tang Lang, the shepherd of the sea is not too much for him, but the power of primitive fear can only be used in the abyss, beyond the depths of the abyss. The power in the black waters cannot be borrowed.
But lyrical sacredness alone is enough to make him contend with the ordinary saints.
"Good sharp means!"
The first few saints felt the imposing manner in the sword net, and the body shape was gently circumvented, avoiding them from both sides.
The sages are also unable to move large, but the body of these sages is also very clever, not to mention that there is no cover on the plains, and they have plenty of space to escape.
However, they have just avoided this sword net, Hua Tian Ming has followed!
These people did not expect Hua Tianming to dare to rush alone!
"Water cloud!"
"Split Mountain Sword!"
"..."
The Yasheng people who led the first shot.
But when their path is turned into a magical power that has just been made, suddenly a strange breath is uploaded from Hua Tian's body. In the face of this breath, the killing intention in their hearts disappears without a trace.
"I can't keep this sword!"
"I can't do anything to him..."
"What is this ability?"
They felt a sacred and solemn breath from Hua Tian Ming, and this is the existence of this kind of breath, which made them unable to do their best to Hua Tian.