Jinyiwei's psychic case: the opening is Lingbo Weibu

Before Zhang Liansong could finish his words, everyone heard Xu Shan, who was falling rapidly from a high altitude. He stretched out his exhausted body and said with a smile, "Dear uncles, godfathers..."

"Isn't it time to take action?"

"You can't just grab a sheep and pluck its wool all the time, right?"

"Ok?"

When they heard Xu Shan's voice, all the sect representatives who had not yet left the scene were stunned in astonishment.

The Shaolin Abbot, Master Kongwen, and others who had just been pessimistic about Xu Shan said with exaggerated expressions, "Master Xu, do you have a backup plan?"

Xu Fengnian and Xu Ying opened their eyes wide and asked, "Is this a game within a game?"

After practicing the [Way of Ruthlessness], Zhou Zhiruo's temperament became increasingly cold, but at this moment, the corners of her mouth turned up, revealing her charming and graceful side.

He then muttered, "Xu Lang, you're still as meticulous as ever."

Youyou and Lulu, who were the simplest in character, were nervous at first, but instantly became happy after hearing these words.

"Saintess, Xu, Lord Xu, there should be a backup plan!"

After he finished speaking, Daji, who had been meditating to suppress her karmic fire, opened her bright eyes and looked at the figure with a seductive gaze, muttering, "When has he ever lost?"

At this moment, all the Jinyiwei guards not far away focused their attention on Li Yuanfang.

"See what I do?"

"For this kind of brain-intensive work, sir, you usually ask Lord Wang for help."

Hearing this, Li Yuanfang looked at Wang Qinian next to him along with everyone else.

"Brothers, my mission is to cooperate with [Young Master] Sun Xiaoyu to invade the pagoda."

"I don't know anything else either!"

"However, before leaving the capital, our master stayed at the Divine Machine Center for nearly an hour."

"Tianshi?"

Just as everyone said this, Zhang Liansong, who had been muttering in a mystical manner, suddenly shouted, "It's him, it's him, it's him..."

"who is it?"

The Jinyiwei asked collectively.

Hearing this, Zhang Liansong, who had been pretending to be a master of pens, smiled mysteriously and said, "An elder who is even more pretentious than me."

"I've never seen him smile in my life. He's always so reserved, like I owe him eight hundred taels."

'Snapped. '

While everyone was talking, Sun Xiaoyu was already in mid-air and caught Xu Shan steadily.

During this process, Sun Xiaoyu and Jian Jiuhuang could clearly feel that an invisible and ethereal force had already lifted Xu Shan up in advance.

And this force made them all feel terrified!

Because this is not within the scope of mortal power.

"What else do you have in store?"

Jian Jiuhuang asked subconsciously.

Sun Xiaoyu, who only had a vague understanding of the matter, pondered it with great horror and said, "That great god has come personally to calm the situation?"

Xu Shan smiled and nodded without saying anything more.

"Who?"

"Why are you keeping me in suspense?"

As soon as Jian Jiuhuang finished speaking, Yunda and Zhongtong in the sky simultaneously roared with Zen magic: "Today, no matter who comes, they can't save your dog life, Xu Shan."

"This is what I said."

"Buddhism is boundless."

'boom.'

As they finished speaking, an even stronger golden light came directly towards Xu Shan.

At this moment...

A purple figure flashed before everyone's eyes.

The purple aura attached to his body made everyone feel so familiar and yet strange!

It was familiar because Zhang Liansong had just summoned this purple energy when he killed the Heavenly Punishment.

And the stranger is...

Compared with the aura that Zhang Liansong had just comprehended, this aura was even more violent and powerful!

"This, this is..."

"Purple Air Coming from the East?"

"That, that figure, is, is the purple-robed Heavenly Master?"

Looking at the entire Ming Dynasty, the only ones who are qualified to wear purple robes and carry purple aura from the east are the two great gods of Tianyi Dao.

One of them is a Taoist from Tianyi who guards the military destiny of the Ming Dynasty!

The other one is [Sirius] Gu Wuya, who has only killed celestial beings in his life.

"This overwhelmingly pungent smell... Tsk tsk, it really is Master Uncle!"

Zhang Liansong, who was looking up at the sky with everyone else, still spoke in a boastful tone, but his eyes were full of admiration.

Compared to his 'charlatan' master, his 'girl-chiseling' uncle, and his 'brainless' junior uncle...

In his heart, the image of his own master uncle was the direction of his lifelong pursuit.

Until, I saw another bright light - Xu Shan!

However, this did not hinder his admiration for the 'Purple Robe Heavenly Master'!

"After all these years, Yunda and ZTO, you're still only capable of this."

"Is the Dharma of Buddha Boundless?"

"As long as I, Sirius, am still alive, I will suppress Buddhism for a hundred years!"

After saying this, Gu Wuya, who was soaring into the sky, put his right hand behind his back, and the next second...

A sound that resounded throughout the heavens and earth suddenly echoed in everyone's ears.

"Sword... come..."

'Buzz.'

"Ss ...

As he finished speaking, the swords carried by the sect representatives flew rapidly into the air at that moment.

Not to mention them, the swords of all the martial artists in Jiming Temple were out of their control and flew into the sky.

Even Jian Jiuhuang, who was in the middle stage of the ninth rank, had his sword box unfolded instantly.

Immediately afterwards, several sword blades also flew up!

next second...

Everyone saw a scene that they would never forget!

I saw a sky full of sword blades, along with Gu Wuya, rushing towards the sky.

'boom.'

Although Yunda and Zhongtong's Zen method shattered dozens of sword blades, there were still hundreds of sharp blades. Together with Gu Wuya, they stepped on the ladder to heaven, climbed the sea of ​​clouds, and entered the gate of heaven in one step.

"Two bald donkeys, sixty years ago, you, Jiming Temple, plundered the Ming Dynasty's fortune and took Zhichun into the Heavenly Gate. I let you escape."

"Today, you still dare to tear the void apart and bring disaster to the world?"

"If I don't kill your Hundred Years Dharma Image, I, Gu Wuya, will be ashamed of my friend Xu Shan for risking his life."

"This sword..."

"Kill the Sky!"

'bass.'

'Boom.'

Just as Gu Wuya finished speaking, a rain of swords filled the sky, like a violent storm, piercing towards Yunda and Zhongtong in the sky.

"Ow."

The shrill screams instantly resounded throughout Jilong Mountain.

"Bastard!"

"Why can't I use my Dharma body?"

"You, you guys, what did you do?"

Faced with Gu Wuya's attack, Yunda and Zhongtong were powerless to resist. Suddenly, they found that not only could they not withdraw from Tianmen, but they could not effectively gather their Dharma images to fight back and resist.

This strange scene also frightened the two men whose golden bodies were broken by hundreds of swords.

Even a terrible thought lingered in his mind!

"What the hell is going on?"

"Master Gu, even if you are extremely powerful, you can't leave Yunda and Zhongtong, two celestial beings, completely defenseless, right?"

Just when everyone at the scene was shocked and puzzled...

Xu Shan, who had already stood firmly, opened his arms, looked up at the sky with a smile on his face and said: "When a strategist puts himself in the game, his move is half a step ahead of the heavens!"

"Array up!"