My Divine Diary

Outside Wangyue Valley in the cloud, disciples from all realms of the Eighteen Immortal Sects formed teams of four one after another, scattered in the mountains outside Wangyue Valley, and surrounded Wangyue Valley, waiting for the order from their elders. He rushed into the Moon-Watching Valley in the clouds and regained a huge amount of wealth.

Representatives of the Eighteen Immortal Sects gathered in a temporary hall further away, discussing how to distribute the benefits after breaking through the Yunzhong Moon Valley.

All of them have indifferent expressions, neither happy with things nor sad with themselves. They all look like true immortals who have achieved enlightenment, which is convincing at first glance.

Discussing the distribution of benefits should have been discussed long ago, but when the actual attack on Wangyue Valley was approaching, some people began to become suspicious and kept thinking about whether they were being used as guns and whether there was anything unknown in it. hidden secrets and so on.

The closer to the battle, the more uneasy he becomes. It doesn't matter whether the disciples of the Immortal Sect live or die. The key is that if he is involved in it in the end, everything will be over.

The initiator of this operation, Ling Xuan, the head of the Elemental Triad Peak, was keenly aware of everyone's thoughts after being prompted by Shan Huan, the representative of Bai Niao Entering Youmen.

Ling Xuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "These people who claim to be smart are actually extremely stupid. They are a ball of mud. If such complicated little thoughts spread, they will collapse before the fight begins! These eighteen The immortal sects united to attack Yunzhong Moon Valley, which has become a complete joke!"

So everyone gathered together to explain the matter clearly again!

Ling Xuan glanced at the dozen or so big figures present, and said with a gentle smile: "The purpose of gathering all fellow Taoists here is very simple, which is to reiterate that our Yuansu Sanhe Peak only wants 100,000 souls from Yunzhong Wangyue Valley. Power Stones, and don’t take the rest! If it’s not enough for 100,000 Spirit Stones, then I, Sanhe Peak, will admit it.

And fellow Taoists, I, Yuansu Sanhe Peak Lingxuan, hereby declare once again that after breaking open the mountain gate, in accordance with the previous agreement, everyone takes what they need, and don’t reach out for anything that does not belong to you!

If someone breaks the rules, the other seventeen immortal sects will never agree. The ending of Yunzhong Moon Valley is the best outcome for them!

As for the extra share, be the first to attack the mountain gate, step onto the Immortal Gate at the highest peak, take away the third floor, and the remaining seven floors, if you fellow Taoists can trust me, Yuansu Sanhe Peak Lingxuan, I will distribute them! "

Having said this, Ling Xuan looked around again. These people all looked like enlightened immortals, but Xiao Jiujiu was so angry that Ling Xuan felt very contemptuous.

He said: "I hope everyone can understand that we have to take action now. If we take a step back, we will become a joke to the entire immortal world! How can the entire immortal sect raise its head and meet others in the future? You don't care about your reputation.

But I, Yuansu Sanhe Peak, cannot afford to lose this person! "

After Ling Xuan finished speaking, everyone here could no longer maintain the appearance of being an expert on their faces. For a moment, their expressions were all different, and they were all secretly cursing Ling Xuan: "Ling Xuan, this old dog, is so shameless, Yuan Su San Doesn’t he know what He Feng looks like? He’s actually afraid of being embarrassed! I’ve never seen such a shameless person!”

Ling Xuan turned a blind eye to everyone's weird looks.

He doesn't think highly of these people off the court. How can these people who only calculate trivial matters all day long know about the universe in his heart?

Besides, the shame he was talking about was the shame of a weak and unstable mind, the shame of being unworthy of being a fused monk like him, and it had nothing to do with his behavior.

He, Yuansu Sanhe Peak, is a bandit, so what? It is not comparable to these hypocritical and weak people.

At this time, someone smiled lightly. It was Shi Jian, the great elder of Sanlian Caifengwu's Yimen. He said in a strange manner: "I can trust Lingxuan of Yuansu Sanhe Peak, but I can't trust some of my subordinates." Just a dirty person."

Immediately, someone saw that he was unhappy, and suddenly stood up and said: "What do you mean by this? Could it be that the hands of Sanlian Caifengwu are all clean? Do you need me to wait for the Seventeenth Immortal Sect to go and see for myself?"

Someone echoed: "This is a wonderful suggestion!"

Shi Jian snorted coldly and stopped talking.

However, everyone started to quarrel over this topic.

This gave Ling Xuan a headache, and he kept shaking his head: "It's not enough to make it happen, it's not enough to make it happen..."

However, his original goal has been achieved. At least he will not break up due to suspicion. No matter what, as long as he knocks down Yunzhong Moon Valley and gets back his spiritual power stone, everything will not matter.

Just when everyone was quarreling, a voice suddenly intervened: "Have you fellow Taoists figured out how to attack the mountain?"

The place quickly became quiet, and everyone looked at the person who spoke. It was Bainiaoruyoumen Shanhuan, a man with a high ponytail and a long face.

Ling Xuan secretly praised: "Shan Huan has a groove in his chest. This is what our combined monks should look like."

Shan Huan looked down at his hands, then stretched out his palms and spread them out, saying slowly: "To attack the mountain, attack the heart first. When the disciples of Wangyue Valley lose their will to win, it will be easy to capture Wangyue Valley."

Someone asked: "What are the plans of fellow Taoist Shanhuan?"

Shan Huan said: "We and the Eighteen Immortals Sect have already assigned the direction of attack. Whoever attacks the mountain gate first will depend on their abilities. However, in order for us and the Eighteen Immortals Sect to reduce losses, it is best before we officially attack the mountain. Disrupt its preset formation first!"

The five fingers of Shan Huan's extended palm were curled into claws, and he stared at his own fingers and said: "My hand is the Moon Valley, and the five fingers are the mountain guard formation. If I only attack the thumb and turn a blind eye to the other four fingers, the thumb will What do you think?"

Ling Xuan immediately answered: "I must feel it's unfair and want to quit!"

Shan Huan continued: "If the other four fingers are indifferent, which is what I want, we will keep attacking one place until we find the formation point and destroy it, but this is unlikely."

Someone asked: "What if the other four fingers support it?"

Shan Huan said with a smile: "In other places, the defensive power will inevitably be weakened. You can directly launch a general attack and win a quick victory." Someone else asked: "Who will be the first to attack the thumb? How to judge the time to launch a general attack?"

Shan Huan said: "Aren't there more than ten other immortal sects coming with the Eighteen Immortal Sects? Why don't we each make a profit-sharing promise and let them take the lead in attacking.

Of course, I, Hundred Birds Entering Youmen, will also participate in the thumb attack, so as not to be spotted by Wangyue Valley, and fellow Taoists, please rest assured, if I, Hundreds of Birds Entering Youmen, is the first to attack the mountain gate, I will automatically withdraw the remaining 30% of the profit and give it to you Taoists. friend.

As for judging the timing, it's simple. I have a technique that rises into the sky like a scorching sun and can shine for hundreds of miles. When fellow Taoists see the scorching sun rising, it's time for a general attack. "

Everyone looked at each other and accepted the proposal. They all wanted to attack. Some people attracted hatred in advance and it would benefit them without any harm. Why should they object?

Shan Huan's face remained unchanged, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. With a smile on his face, he slowly explained the follow-up attack method and finally determined the attack plan.

Ling Xuan agreed with both hands: "Good things bring joy to great good things! That's it!"

…

Three days flew by in the blink of an eye.

On a mountain peak southwest of Yunzhong Moon Valley, more than two thousand monks gathered here, flying around the mountain in the air, densely packed and ready to move, like wasps out of the nest.

This group of monks is composed of hundreds of monks from the Youmen and more than ten monks from the vassal Immortal Sect.

There are more than a thousand people in the Foundation Establishment Stage, nearly a Thousand Gold Pill Stage, and nearly a hundred people in the Nascent Soul Stage, divided into more than 500 teams.

As the vanguard, they took the lead in launching an attack on the Yunzhong Moon Valley side.

Shan Huan stood on the top of the peak, looking at the misty Yue Valley in the distance, and said calmly: "Is everything arranged?"

Behind Shan Huan, a Nascent Soul monk in gray clothes nodded and said: "Back to the Hall Master, everything has been arranged!"

Shan Huan said directly: "In that case, let's attack the mountain!"

The gray-robed Nascent Soul monk nodded and retreated.

After a moment, a melodious voice came from behind.

"Woo~wu~wu--"

The dense group of monks moved, and all flew towards the mist in the distance, with majestic momentum, the sound of the wind, and a sense of indomitable progress.

However, these monks are all at the Foundation Establishment Realm and the Golden Core Realm. The Nascent Soul Realm monks are still watching from a distance and will not end easily.

After a while, more than two thousand monks disappeared like raindrops into the clouds and mist.

The momentum looked good, but in front of the huge fog formation, the four thousand monks couldn't stir up a single wave!

The real brutal fighting is in the fog.

…

"coming!"

Su Hao was alert, and his spiritual mind vaguely sensed that a large number of monks had broken into the fog formation, but they were not in their position.

Su Hao murmured: "Hey~ isn't that the direction where Yashan is defending?"

Not long after, Su Hao received a message from Yashan: "Damn it! Boss Wei, something bad is going to happen! There are endless enemies, one after another, we can't stand it anymore!"

Su Hao: "..."

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