Jinyiwei's psychic case: the opening is Lingbo Weibu

"Haha! It's like they're going to let us go."

Upon hearing this, despair was written all over the faces of Zong Weixia and the others.

It turned out that this was a trap from the beginning to the end, and they mistakenly thought they had gained the upper hand.

It’s all the fault of those court lackeys!

It affects our judgment.

Even at this time, people like Zong Weixia still put the blame on the Jinyiwei.

"The loyal followers of the Demon Sealing Clan."

"Your carnival is coming."

"Please take your time and enjoy."

As Tu Yuba Ming finished speaking, the entire hall was filled with the ghostly howling cheers of the Demon Sealing Clan.

And those Kongtong Sect disciples who were unable to move were all terrified.

Zong Weixia secretly encouraged himself and gave a look to his junior brother Chang Jingzhi. Both of them were ready to give it a try.

For them, the Seven Injury Fist that unleashes potential will certainly hurt themselves by a thousand and the enemy by eight hundred, but at this moment, if they don't seize the opportunity to strike, they probably won't have this chance again in this lifetime.

"It's been so long since I tasted the essence and blood of a late Pure Yuan cultivator. Today, I finally got what I wanted."

As he said this, Tu Yuba Ming walked towards Zong Weixia and Chang Jingzhi step by step.

'Whoosh! '

'boom……'

'Boom.'

But at that moment, sharp explosions rang out one after another throughout the Baiyun Temple.

In particular, the Zhengxiong Hall, where the Kongtong Sect disciples rushed in, was given special care.

Dozens of shells landed on the roof and outer walls of the main hall, causing the sky and the earth to shake instantly.

'Clatter.'

The beams in the main hall broke under the heavy load, and countless brackets and tiles fell off.

All this happened so suddenly that the Demon Sealing Clan's expressions changed drastically in an instant.

"What happened?"

"What's going on?"

Just when Tu Yuba Ming finished his slightly panicked roar, Zong Weixia and Chang Jingzhi, seizing the opportunity, first looked at each other, and then, without any prior agreement, attacked each other.

"Seven Injury Fist!"

'boom. ’

'Clap. '

Tu Yuba Ming blocked the punch in front of him and then took the blow from behind.

He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and said in a rage, "You all must die."

'Sizzle.'

'Pfft. '

As soon as he finished speaking, Tu Yuba Ming's sharp fingernail pierced directly into Chang Jingzhi's head.

In his dying moments, Chang Jingzhi uttered a single word with difficulty: "Run..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other party ripped off the guy's skull.

"Junior brother!"

"I will definitely avenge you."

There was sorrow in his words, and Zong Weixia ran as fast as he could.

However, he was already at the end of his strength, and as soon as he rushed out of the main hall, he was knocked unconscious by the aftermath of a cannonball.

On a high slope a hundred meters away from Baiyun Temple...

Holding a monocular telescope, Xu Shan had a clear view of everything inside the temple.

"Order the gunner to attach the 'poison smoke ball' to the 'Fire Dragon Out of Water'."

"Full fire coverage!"

"Yes."

Following Xu Shan's order, dozens of fire dragons loaded with 'poison smoke balls' emerged from the water and landed accurately in Baiyun Temple!

Billowing black smoke quickly enveloped the entire Baiyun Temple.

"The smoke is poisonous!"

"Tell everyone to hold their breath and escape first."

Seeing his own tribesmen lying on the ground with blood coming out of all seven orifices, Tu Yuba Ming, who was injured in the dantian by the Seven Injury Fist, roared with all his might.

But even so, eighty percent of the dozen or so tribesmen who came with him, plus more than a dozen skilled fighters, were unable to escape the cover of the black smoke.

Among the few remaining people, the poisonous smoke had entered their bodies, and each of them was at the end of their strength.

"Who?"

"Who is so despicable?"

'Swish!'

'Pfft. '

As soon as Tu Yuba Ming finished speaking, a sharp crossbow arrow cut through the night sky and shot directly towards them.

He struggled hard, blocking most of the crossbow arrows. When he turned around, he found that his tribesmen had already been killed.

'Pah-ta-ta.'

The sound of horse hooves coming from far away reached Tu Yuba Ming's ears in an instant.

'Whoa!'

The young man in the lead reined in his horse and stood still.

With the help of the torch, Tu Yuba Ming could also see the other person's face clearly.