Gods: Starting with the Goblins

"Perhaps the power is not enough. All the throne realms come together. I don't believe that the strength of this formation is really against the sky. Everyone, use your strongest magical powers to crush this barrier."

The head of the Tianjian Sect looked at everyone with a sharp look in his eyes. There were more than a hundred thrones present, and the combined combat power was equivalent to dozens of masters. I don't believe that this small formation can't be broken.

At the very least, there are super-levels in the sect, and the super-level is also the largest. Almost every sect has sent a thousand people. The six sects add up to 6,000 people, plus Shangguan Zhenyi's Shangguan Sect. Nearly 10,000 people can't break the barrier? Even the Holy Seat may not be able to escape death.

At his command, more than a hundred thrones came up together, and then attacked the formation barrier together, but they were still as immovable as before, and were not affected at all, as if this formation was natural and directly isolated a small world.

Several heads became furious and shouted, "Everyone, listen, call all the nearby disciples, even if they are in the mythical realm below the super level, as long as they are practitioners, I just don't believe it today."

Under the anger of several people, there was also a trace of panic, because if they couldn't open the formation, they would have to explain here, no matter how they thought about it, they felt that they were at a loss, so at this time, even if they had to use all means, as long as they could open the formation, they would accept it.

At this time, a master in the crowd said, "Master, I know a formation master who is well-known in the area. Even many lords nearby are his disciples. Why don't you ask him to break the formation? With his means, it must be easy to catch him."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" This master belonged to the Tianjian Sect, so the head of the Tianjian Sect scolded angrily. If he had said it earlier, he would have sent someone to invite him earlier, and he wouldn't have gone through so much trouble just now. Even he thought he was dead and his subordinates were brainless.

The master scratched his head and said with a wry smile: "Because of the strong ability, it is naturally a bit expensive. Usually, it costs 10,000 spirit stones for each move. And this time, several half-step saints are trapped. I am afraid that the other party will have to spend some effort. It is estimated that at least 100,000 spirit stones will be needed."

"100,000 spirit stones?" Shangguan Zhenyi chuckled and said seriously: "Even if it is 1 million spirit stones, it is a small matter. There are seven of us and we have to share it. Each person can only take out a small amount. You can send someone to invite them, but they must come back within an hour. No matter what means, understand?"

The master nodded, and then immediately left in the void to invite people. At this time, the field was in a stalemate again. Hundreds of people could only stay at the edge of the formation, but they were also very embarrassed. After all, they had to stay with the head of the sect all the time, and they might be blamed if they disagreed.

"Only half of the people will stay here, and the other half will rush back to the camp. They must keep an eye on Shangguan Bowen." The head of the Tianjian Sect gave the order, but he also knew that Shangguan Bowen had probably been rescued, and it would be too late to rush back now. Of course, there was still a little hope.

Half of the people left immediately after receiving the order, and the others naturally regretted it very much. Why were they one step late? It would definitely be better to go back to the camp than to stay here. They said they were guarding Shangguan Bowen, but in fact they could rest. Now it was already three o'clock in the morning, and many people present were already very sleepy.

Of course, there were also some smart people who naturally did not want to go back to the camp. They could guess that it was already a mess there, and Shangguan Bowen must have been rescued long ago. Staying here could evade responsibility, and they would definitely be blamed by the head of the sect after returning. It would be useless even if they jumped into the Yellow River.

On the other side, Bakyun, who stayed in the camp, received a message from Luodan and learned that the six half-saints and Shangguan Zhenyi had been trapped. Then he saw that hundreds of people in the camp had left. Now was a good opportunity to save Shangguan Bowen. Only a few thrones were left in the camp to keep watch.

This little power was naturally not worth mentioning. After some investigation, Bakyun found the tent where Shangguan Bowen was imprisoned. At this time, there were only two guards outside the door. Both of them were throne mirrors, but they could not even reach the perfect throne. Bakyun was confident that he could defeat them within ten moves.

However, he did not want to fight unless it was absolutely necessary. If there was a master hidden in the tent, the sound of fighting would definitely attract attention, and it would inevitably destroy the opportunity created by Luodan. After some thinking, he had an idea to find a way to lead the two away.

Buck Yun's plan was simple. He burned a tent not far away. This tent was more luxurious than the others. It must belong to the headmaster or elders. This would attract attention. Sure enough, the two of them were shocked when they saw the fire and hesitated whether to put it out.

But they had been ordered to keep an eye on Shangguan Bowen and not leave him. So they were in a dilemma. After all, the tent on fire belonged to the headmaster. If some treasures were burned, they could not afford the headmaster's anger.

And once the fire spread, it would not just be a matter of the tent. It would even burn all the tents. Other sects would be furious. Just thinking about it was chilling. They were just small inner disciples. They could not afford to offend anyone.

One of them sighed and said to the other, "Why don't we leave for a while and put out the fire? There are only two of us left in the camp now. It only takes a minute to put out the fire. It's better than letting the fire spread and being blamed by the headmaster. Didn't the headmaster always say that we were inconsiderate?"

"No, compared to the tent, Shangguan Bowen is obviously the most important. The opportunity he left behind regarding the Heavenly Saint Taoist and the Beast King is also the reason why all the sects gathered together in the Monster Mountain Range."

The other person shook his head. He would rather be blamed by the leader than put Shangguan Bowen at risk of being rescued. After all, if something happens to the latter, it is a death penalty, while the former can only think about his mistakes behind closed doors. It should be weighed. The pros and cons.

"Shangguan Bowen will be beheaded tomorrow. He has already lost his use value." The companion said noncommittally. Several leaders had already given up on Shangguan Bowen, and no one would come to save Shangguan Bowen. After all, Facing several half-step Holy Sees, how bold are ordinary people?

"I have an idea. One person can just watch here, while the other person rushes over to put out the fire. If someone really dares to take the opportunity to come to save people, how about I rush back as soon as you call?"

The two men belonged to different sects, and the tent of the leader of one of them was on fire, so he was naturally anxious. The other guard agreed after some hesitation. After all, the other guard had already given in. (End of chapter)