Wang Jie slowly walked towards the cellar below and soon saw a long secret room.

...

On the other side, just as Wang Jie opened the first formation, the leader's expression changed and he said to the man surnamed Mu in front of him: "Your Excellency, please rest for a while in my Mandala Cult, and you will come to entertain me in the next moment.

"

After saying this, he planned to rush back to his residence, but how could the old man named Mu agree and shouted: "If you want to fight, now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, three flying swords came out from the back of the man. They were red, yellow, and green. Each one was a high-level magic weapon, and due to years of refining, its power was close to that of a top-level magic weapon. As you can imagine,

This old man’s strength among Nascent Soul monks.

The three flying swords swooped in the air and headed towards the Pope. The Pope frowned, opened his palms, and pushed forward gently. A flower formation blocked in front of him, and he easily blocked the three swords.

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The air wave exploded, and the believers chanting sutras around them frowned and remained motionless. However, the speed of chanting suddenly accelerated, and the sound of chanting like flies filled the ears of several people.

"Come together! Even if it's a robbery today, we will snatch my daughter back." Old Man Mu roared, and the people following him immediately broke out and rushed out with all kinds of magic weapons.

The Pope sneered: "Steal? Do you have the strength? In fact, you still have to steal, right?"

Just as he was talking, several great believers emerged from among the believers. They were at the Nascent Soul stage and seemed to have been waiting for a long time. They were entangled with the entourage behind Old Man Mu.

Waves of air immediately erupted in the air, and a dozen or so people were fighting. It was quite chaotic.

...

On the other side, Wang Jie headed directly towards the imprisoned person.

Although it is a prison, the environment inside is not bad. Each compartment is equipped with tables and chairs and a lot of delicious food. In addition to not allowing people to move around at will, it can basically be used as a retreat room.

The imprisoned woman was indeed in a state of seclusion, sitting cross-legged and meditating with her eyes closed, surrounded by spiritual energy.

This woman is an out-and-out Tianshu native. She is not very good-looking, but she is not ugly either. She is a relatively attractive person. She seemed to have sensed the arrival of Wang Jie, and the woman frowned, but there was nothing extra.

reacted.

This woman majors in wood-type exercises, which is similar to her last name.

Wang Jie looked around. This secret room is not secret. If you want to look for it, you can find it quickly. He destroyed the formation, and it is estimated that the Pope will come to him soon. He doesn't know what kind of strength the Pope is.

But he shouldn't be stronger than himself. It's just that the pope has a large number of people, so it wouldn't be good to attack him in a group.

"It's boring!"

Wang Jie sighed and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, the woman stopped practicing at this time: "Who are you? You don't look like a figure in the Mandala Sect."

Wang Jie, who had just left, came back: "The girl has actually stopped practicing! I am Wang Jie, a native of Tianshu Liang. I was traveling in the Apala continent today and happened to pass by the Mandala Sect. I also happened to see your father coming to Mandala.

The leader of the church is looking for you, so I came directly to take a look."

The woman looked Wang Jie up and down, but did not lower her guard: "Could it be that you want to kidnap me? Ask my father for the mandala?"

"What kind of treasure is Mandala? Why don't you tell me about it?" Wang Jie said with a smile.

The woman snorted coldly and did not intend to answer Wang Jie. Wang Jie raised his eyebrows: "If you don't want to say it, just say it. Wang is traveling around and looking everywhere. I think only vulgar people like you would cherish those things.

Farewell!"

After saying this, Wang Jie was about to leave, but the woman couldn't sit still: "Your Excellency, please wait a moment. I have offended you a moment ago. I hope you will forgive me. I am really forced to go out and have to be cautious."

Wang Jie stopped, turned around and said, "You and I are just strangers, so why leave me here? The Pope is coming soon, and I would like to compete with him."

"Little girl Mu Xiaofeng, can you rescue me? The pope kidnapped me in order to take the datura flowers from my father. We are both from Tianshu. Can you help me?" The entire clan is grateful."

Wang Jie frowned: "Okay! No problem!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Jie's hand became claw-like, and his whole body was blood red. With just one stroke, the iron door was opened like paper.

Mu Xiaofeng's pupils shrank when she saw this scene, showing an expression of disbelief. The entire secret room was made of thousand-year-old black iron. It is almost impossible to break open without the help of treasures in the later stage of Nascent Soul. Especially this iron door is even more heavy. Black iron.

"Okay, let's go!" Wang Jie withdrew his hand and said to Mu Xiaofeng.

Mu Xiaofeng walked out of the hole opened by Wang Jie: "I don't know what your name is. I'm sorry for my poor eyesight. I didn't know that your skills are so strong. With such strength, you really don't need to care about mandala."

"I'm Wang Jie, okay, run away quickly, or that brat from the Pope will come if you don't run away."

Then the two of them walked out of the cellar. Seeing that the formations along the way were destroyed, Mu Xiaofeng asked: "Did Fellow Daoist Wang destroy these formations?"

Wang Jie raised his eyebrows: "It's easy to open such a paper-like formation."

"With the ability of fellow Daoist Wang, that's right!"

"Fly!" Fang rushed out of the hall. Wang Jie turned into a black light and flew towards the sky without hesitation, followed closely by Mu Xiaofeng. As expected, another stream of light in the distance in the air headed towards Wang Jie and the two of them. Come: "Who?"

After taking a closer look, he could see who it was if it wasn't the leader of the church. The old man surnamed Mu was restrained by a group of believers and had no time to come over.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, Master Mandala is here." Mu Xiaofeng said slightly panicked.

Wang Jie stopped immediately, and Mu Xiaofeng also stopped: "What should I do, fellow Daoist Wang?"

Wang Jie glanced at her with disdain: "What should we do? Beat him, but you, why don't you run to your father quickly? Why did you stop?"

"Ah? This..."

"I'm saving you for the sake of being a fellow Tianshu man. There won't be such a good opportunity next time, so cherish it!" Wang Jie walked towards the leader without looking back.

Mu Xiaofeng saluted Wang Jie: "Thank you!" and then turned into a blue light and fled away.

"Damn it, how dare you steal someone? How could my multiple formations be broken, and how could my dark iron secret room be broken?" the leader was furious.

When he saw Wang Jie coming towards him, he knew that this boy wanted to have a collision with him. The leader ignited a flame around his body, turned into a lotus, and hit Wang Jie: "Go to hell!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Fang got closer, Wang Jie Yuanying's late-stage strength suddenly burst out, and his whole body was wrapped in a ball of blue fire. It was the blue phosphorus extreme fire that swallowed up the lynx blue fire.

The leader's expression changed slightly. He never expected that there were two late Yuan Ying monks in Old Man Mu's team.
Chapter completed!