It’s never been reported!”

"Now there are exceptions. In addition to us people from Shennong Mountain, there are also people from the ten major tribes who can 'sealing the pulse finger'."

"oh?"

Luo Tian raised his brows and shouted angrily: "Do you mean that our ten major tribes are killing each other? Haha, then you can tell me, where is this murderer?"

"Yes." Another man from the Tianshui Tribe also nodded and said, "Besides you, there are no other monks here. With your cultivation level, Tang Zhen, would you let the murderer go?"

"The murderers didn't run away, they were Han Caidi and Diao Chongguang lying on the ground." Tang Zhen said slowly.

"You fart!"

A roar came from the woods.

I saw a strong man nine feet tall, broad-shouldered and round-waisted walking out of the forest.

This person is none other than Huo Guang, a monk from the Panlong Clan!

Behind him followed more than a dozen people, whose cultivation levels ranged from the Juyuan realm to the Golden Core realm.

"Han Caidi has already died here, and you still want to slander her as a murderer. Could it be that she committed suicide?" Huo Guang asked.

"Indeed." Tang Zhen nodded, secretly releasing his spiritual consciousness to explore the surroundings.

There are more and more sounds of piercing the sky in the distance. It is obvious that the people who have planned the layout have already made plans. The monks from the ten major tribes are rushing here.

"Haha, what a messenger of Shennong!"

Huo Guang laughed angrily and cursed: "You did something scandalous yourself, killed someone, were caught by us, and still slandered the dead tribesmen! Is this the way you behave in Shennong Mountain?"

Although Tang Zhen looked calm, he started to feel a little panic inside.

"This is indeed the case. Don't be deceived by villains. This is someone who wants to secretly stir up civil strife and alienate the relationship between the ten major tribes and our Shennong Mountain!"

"What a tactic to drive a wedge between each other!"

Another person came from a distance, this time it was Lu Jun from the Manniu tribe.

He was not tall, but his whole body was muscular. He was carrying a corpse behind him, and his face was full of grief and anger.

Dozens of monks from the Barbarian Bull Clan, led by him, quickly walked over. After entering the Poison Miasma Forest, they quickly spread out in all directions and surrounded Tang Zhen.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, isn't it Cao He you are carrying on your back? What happened to him?" Luo Tian frowned.

"died."

Lu Jun's tone was extremely sad and angry: "Died under the magical power of the 'Pulse Sealing Finger'!"

"you again!"

Everyone's eyes flickered and they looked at Tang Zhen again.

Tang Zhen knew at this time that he had fallen into a huge conspiracy. People in the dark were setting traps at every level, and no matter how much he tried to defend himself, it would be useless.

His biggest doubt now is how the magical power of the "Pulse Sealing Finger" was leaked? He really couldn't believe that there were spies in Shennong Mountain.

Seeing his silence, everyone thought he had acquiesced. At this time, they stopped talking and spread out secretly to block all Tang Zhen's possible retreat routes.

At the same time, more and more tribal monks arrived here.

It's like there is a pair of invisible hands controlling everything secretly.

In just half a cup of tea, more than half of the people from the ten major tribes had arrived. There were more than 300 monks, including more than 30 monks in the Golden Core realm.

All the monks from the ten major tribes died in battle, some were talented disciples who had high hopes, and some were masters who had been practicing for many years, and the cause of their death was without exception the "pulse-sealing finger" of Shennong Mountain.

Among the crowd, there were some who were filled with righteous indignation, some who shouted insults, some who cried bitterly for the injured, and some who threatened revenge. Everyone's emotions were aroused, and the target was pointed at Tang Zhen.

"Everyone, listen to me!"

Tang Zhen suddenly spoke, like thunder on the ground, drowning out everyone's voices.

There was a brief silence in the woods.

Tang Zhen cleared his throat and said loudly: "If I want to kill them, why do I have to be so showy and hunt them in Longding Mountain? Can't I spend more time and kill them one by one when they leave the village?

In this way, who can find out that it was me?"

As soon as these words came out, most of the monks present frowned slightly and seemed to be deep in thought.

Tang Zhen seized this opportunity and spoke again: "Besides, as an envoy of Shennong, why do I want to kill people from your ten major tribes? What are my motives?"

"Of course you have a motive!"

An old voice came from the crowd.

The monks from the ten major tribes stepped aside one after another and gathered their gazes, only to see an old man with white hair standing outside the crowd.

"Dan Royal Family, Wuma!" Everyone recognized his origin.

The wizard took a step forward, stared at Tang Zhen, and suddenly knocked the ground with the wooden staff in his hand, and said sternly: "You have practiced the secret skills of the ghost way, and you want to take advantage of this Longding Mountain to hunt the elites of the ten major tribes.

When we gather together, use your magic to sacrifice us to improve your cultivation!"
Chapter completed!