Wu Chang Jie

47

What?!"

"We've been discovered by the Lion Alliance?"

"It's Gong Shu Ju, it must be Gong Shu Ju!"

Zong Zi Heng instinctively grabbed Zong Zi Xiao's shoulders, shielding him in his arms, and looked around warily, "Isn't Gong Shu Ju only used on dead things?"

"That's what we thought." Xu Zhi Nan lifted his head and looked up at the houses that had suddenly turned into behemoths around him, "Perhaps Chen Xing Yong relied on this trick to escape from our pursuit twice."

This period is a cold winter day, yet a thin layer of sweat appeared on Zong Zi Heng's forehead. He is holding his sword in one hand and his brother's shoulder in the other. Three years ago, he still had the courage of a newborn calf* when it came to the strange and varied spells, but after nearly losing his life, he no longer dared to underestimate this magical treasure.

He was so sure of himself on this trip, thinking that with his cultivation of the seventh Chongtian of the Zongxuan Sword and his teaming up with many cultivators, it was impossible for him to be in such a mess as he was at the beginning. But in this situation, the inn, the ambush, the Gong Shu Ju, it was as if it was yesterday all over again, he could not help but be terrified.

Zong Zi Xiao said coldly, "How were we discovered?" He glared at the Chunyang Sect disciples.

Zong Zi Heng also pondered the question. Yan City was not like Gutuo Town. In such a large city, a handful of people could hardly attract attention. They had been carefully hidden all the way, disguised and entered the city in groups, even the shopkeepers did not see that they were cultivators, how could they have been discovered by the Lion Alliance in less than a day? Was it because the Chunyang Sect disciples had followed the man in black without permission and revealed their whereabouts, or had Chen Xing Yong had known long ago that he was being watched?

Whatever the reason, they had lost the first hand. The first two times Chen Xing Yong had fled in despair, but this time, instead of fleeing, he had taken the initiative to attack, so he must have come prepared, and they were in a worse position than they had been three years ago.

There was no point in blaming anyone now, so Zong Zi Heng said in a deep voice, "Calm down, no matter how powerful Gong Shu Ju is, its spellcasting range is limited. Three years ago, Chen Xing Yong separated the four of us into three spaces, very close to each other, that was already his limit, even if he has become stronger with the human core supplement, this kind of spell is bound to be extremely spiritually draining. As long as we can see it coming, he will be unable to bear it before us."

"But what does he want exactly?" One disciple's voice clearly had a slight tremor in it.

Whether it was a ferocious demonic beast or a tricky evil spirit, it was not enough to make a cultivator afraid before he even made a move, because they knew what they would face. Their lifelong cultivation had taught them how to deal with it, but what was happening in front of them was like an imaginary demon. The crowd did not anticipate that they would be made smaller even if they thought about it. It was like the first time he faced Gong Shu Ju, not knowing that a section of the corridor he would not be able to run to the end of, and not knowing the stairs can eat people. Not knowing is the most frightening.

The big yellow dog was very curious about them and circled the tiny inn and stuck its huge head out, its wet nose wrinkling as it sniffed vigorously.

They were as if facing a formidable foe. After all, this dog could swallow everyone with one open mouth right now.

Suddenly, the big yellow dog turned around, held its buttocks at them and raised one of its hind legs.

The crowd looked at one another and reacted at the same time in the next instant, cursing and running, covering their heads and scurry off like frightened rats.