Jinyiwei's psychic case: the opening is Lingbo Weibu

"Are you panicking?"

"The gods are no more than this!"

"The so-called enlightened monks have all ascended to heaven, but they still haven't seen through life and death!"

"You said that Jiming Temple is hypocritical, right?"

Xu Shan, who was bound in mid-air by the temple protection formation, questioned Zhichun in public with a sneer on his face.

His words, coupled with Zhichun's performance just now, all exposed the hypocrisy of these so-called monks.

"asshole!"

"Xu Shan, I want to see how long you can hold on in this formation!"

"The Buddha's light shines!"

'boom.'

As Zhichun once again struck the Buddhist seal '卍', his body began to dry up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Originally, he looked like a middle-aged monk in his early thirties, but he quickly became an octogenarian.

This is his true face!

An old monster who has lived for hundreds of years.

The Shaolin Abbot Master Kongwen, Jian Jiuhuang, and even Cao Zhengchun, who witnessed all this, were all shocked and blurted out, "Original Dharma Image?"

"Zhi Chun is to permanently suppress the Dao (Zen mind) of Xu Shan (Little Master Xu), so that he will never recover and fall into the abyss of this life."

"Forcing a celestial being to sacrifice his own 'golden body' is a rare existence in this world."

"But what now?"

"Master Xu (Xu Shan) actually made Zhichun waste his own energy and use his Dharma image?"

"Regardless of whether Zhichun can return to the Heaven Realm this time, his century-long Zen mind is ruined!"

"And the one who accomplished all this was a young man who was barely over 18 years old!"

When Zhang Liansong saw this scene, his Taoist heart was affected again.

Having already been tainted by karma, he could also empathize with the devastation that this original Dharma image inflicted on one's heart of Tao.

But when his master showed that he had never surrendered, never accepted his fate, and never bowed his head, he suddenly realized something and was given some inspiration.

“When in doubt, ask the spring breeze; when the spring breeze is silent, ask your heart.”

"What is my true heart?"

"[Destined to face a dangerous situation and go against the will of Heaven], they still dare to draw their swords and slay the immortals, unyielding and clinging to their original aspirations."

"What about me?"

At this moment, facing the "destruction" of Zhichun's original Dharma image, Xu Shan not only did not retreat, but instead, he gripped the hilt of the knife even tighter with both hands.

"Is this the end of my life?"

"My life is not in the hands of a bunch of bald donkeys and celestial beings like you."

"My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God!"

'Sizzle.'

As soon as he finished speaking, the black blade in Xu Shan's hand chopped down several centimeters.

The original Dharma image that stood between him and Zhichun became increasingly blurred from a solid object at the beginning.

'puff. '

Zhichun, who was lying below, had already begun to tremble with both arms. The blood he had spit out had already stained his chin red.

"The great temple protection formation is about to be destroyed?"

"Who is helping Xu Shan behind the scenes?"

"I didn't sense the presence of Yuan Tianshi and the others from the Divine Machine Hub."

Cao Zhengchun screamed with a look of horror on his face.

After growling these words, he glanced in the direction of the distant Jiming Pagoda.

"Quick, defend the Jiming Pagoda!"

"Don't disturb my uncle-master from fighting the demon."

Yuantong, whose Zen mind was shattered by Xu Shan's sword, tried his best to rush towards the Jiming Pagoda while screaming hysterically.

Driven by him, dozens of monks rushed forward.

After seeing this scene, Li Yuanfang and other Jinyiwei were extremely anxious.

He tried several times to jump over the main battlefield and block the monks' attacks in the front yard, but was all knocked back by the powerful aura.

"Master Li, we..."

"Even if I die, I will rush forward to stop these monks for my master."

After saying this, Li Yuanfang, holding the Embroidered Spring Knife tightly, his eyes filled with determination, prepared to attack again.

'bass! ’

But at this moment, dozens of black shadows that were extremely familiar to them suddenly appeared beside these monks.

The Nepalese machetes designed by his master himself unexpectedly cut through the monks' necks and pierced through their chests.

'Sizzle!'

'Pfft. '

"Ow..."

The shrill screams and the ear-piercing sounds of killing suddenly filled the entire place.

The sect representatives who keenly caught this all exclaimed, "Is this the shadow army under Master Xiao Xu's command?"

"Not just one, but two: [Ghost Pavilion] and [Underworld Moon Pavilion]!"

"The chaos in the temple just now was caused by them."

"After a short while, I thought they had evacuated. Who would have thought..."

“It’s hidden so deeply!”

"Looking at this layout, it's obvious that Master Xu has already guessed Zhichun's next move since the battle on the mountain."

“No wonder Master Yuan Tianshi and Shen Jishu didn’t take action…”

"It seems that now that Master Xu has grown up and has made all the necessary plans, he is fully capable of shouldering the responsibility alone."

When someone said this, all the representatives of the sects present took a deep breath.

Shen Ji Shu already has the power to dominate half of the martial arts world.

Now there appears another inspector who can kill gods?

In the future, apart from those top sects, no one will have any say in the Ming Dynasty martial arts world.

In other words, Xu Shan led his team to attack Jiming Temple today just to [kill the chicken to scare the monkey]!

Looking at everything in front of him, Du Jie, whose Zen heart was also broken by Xu Shan, looked panicked, and then roared: "Despicable!"

"You guys want to destroy our Jiming Temple's thousand-year-old foundation in an instant?"

"Even if I die, I will still deal with you, a bunch of imperial lackeys."

'boom! ’

He used his remaining energy to force himself to overcome the tribulation, and rushed with a stick towards the secret guards of the Ghost Pavilion and the Dark Moon Pavilion who were unilaterally slaughtering the monks.

'bass! ’

But just as he was about to reach the scene, two large dark shadows rose from the ground, one in front and one behind.

'boom! '

'Ding.'

"Puff..."

The figure in front forced Dujie to take action to block it, and the figure behind him not only cut through his Buddha light, but also pierced his chest with a knife.

'Bang.'

The two men attacked quickly and put away their swords in an instant!

As a result, all the people at the scene only saw Du Jie's corpse, with his eyes open, falling heavily to the ground.

The two of them stood on the left and right blocking Yuantong and the other monks.

"Mingyue Pavilion, Heavenly Blood..."

"Ghost Pavilion, Xuanyueyu..."

"Following Lord Xu's orders, we will defend the Jiming Pagoda!"

"As long as there are people, the tower will be there!"

"If you step even a step beyond the pond, you will be killed without mercy!"

Although the two men holding sharp blades were wearing masks, the murderous intent that could not be concealed had already overflowed!

Just as they finished speaking, the Buddha's light from the Jiming Pagoda behind them suddenly changed.

Immediately afterwards, a loud sound passed through the pagoda attic and resounded throughout the entire venue.

“Om, vajra, jnanam, ah!”

"break."

As he finished speaking, the Chicken-Crowing Pagoda, which controlled the entire temple protection formation, underwent earth-shaking changes.

And the natal Dharma image in front of Zhichun became even more ethereal and dim!