"It's almost broken his altar!" Bai Feng was under pressure from four lamas. His sword skills were not messy, but he was not relaxed. Seeing the Wu Earth divine weapon rushing forward to sweep the iron rod lama, he couldn't help but secretly annoyed Fu Yuze had no overall view of priorities.

Fu Yuze heard his shouting, but felt very aggrieved: Don’t I know the reason to capture the enemy first? These iron rod lamas are so powerful that they can actually block my Wu Earth Divine Weapon.

These iron rod lamas are regarded as guardian magic weapons in Tibet. They start by practicing martial arts and then practice magic. Their agility and power are beyond the reach of ordinary people. Although their weapons will not cause pain to Fu Yuze when they hit Wu Earth magic weapons, the huge force of attack resistance makes Fu Yuze's spiritual aggregate that controls the power of Fu Yuze.

——It’s like being trapped in a mud pond!

Fu Yuze was anxious. Seeing that the huge thunder above his head was about to bombard him, the terror of the palace maids, eunuchs and civil officials came from behind him. He couldn't help but gritted his teeth and rushed over to the altar with brute force.

The huge foot of the Wu Earth Divine Soldier is finally about to step onto the altar...

A red light appeared from the ground, and the words "Tibetan Secret" were printed in it, which blocked the big feet of the Wu Earth Divine Soldier.

"The altar is protected!" Fu Yuze's heart fell to the bottom and almost became desperate.

"Be careful behind!" Baisha shouted.

The eunuchs were in a panic. Seeing that a Taoist priest was using his magic skills here, they rushed towards Fu Yuze and others. They originally wanted to seek shelter, but they didn't know that there was no end to the nest. Even these gods could not stop the huge thunder ball above their heads.

Fu Yuze immediately turned around, and inscribed Mao Jun's pen in his hand, sending it into Lingyun. Suddenly, the eunuchs were trapped in mud and could only move slowly and cry for help.

"Amitabha! Here is a kind man!" Wang Xinyi thought that Qian Yiqun was still unwilling to give up in the palace.

His shouting infected the eunuchs who had seen Qian Yiqun's mysterious skills. Wang Chengen also cried: "Your Majesty, you shouldn't leave with kindness."

Chongzhen's face was pale, and it was purely the dignity of the emperor that made him not panic. He sighed with a trembling voice and said, "The Taoist priest insisted on going, who can stop it." He paused, looked at the thunder ball in the sky, and a thought flashed through his mind: Three hundred years after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, none of the emperors of the Mu generation had a good end. He originally thought that the emperor had taken the disaster for me, but he didn't expect that I could still not escape!

"You must help the prince with your heart..." Chongzhen unconsciously thought of the will, but he could not continue to say one sentence.

——How many people are spared under this thunder ball? The mysterious technique is so powerful. If I really get the blessing of God, I will definitely block this evil technique!

A hint of hatred appeared in Chongzhen's heart.

The world of mysterious art is like the world of animals. The Taoist priests in front of the imperial world outlined dragons and phoenixes, which looked good but did not exist; Qian Yiqun depicted cattle and horses, which were practical and harmless; but this monk made Chongzhen see tigers, wolfs, bears, and all kinds of beasts.

It was these beasts that really scared the Emperor of Ming Dynasty.

Illed felt the power of lightning condensed in the sky, which was a dragon responding to his call. He had seen victory, saw the throne of the Dharma King waving to him, and a smile from the heart finally burst out on his sweaty face.

jingle!

A crisp ringtone penetrated the depressed space and came into everyone's ears.

--This is?!

Illed's smile froze. As a well-prepared monk, he knew very well what the ringtone meant. It was an opponent that should not be underestimated, and...

——How could he come back from Shanhaiguan in one day!

Illard was filled with surprise.

This surprise immediately turned into fear.

——This Taoist must have a killer weapon that I don’t know!

Illed thought to himself: Fortunately, I have the Seven Treasure Altar. Unless he has the ability to destroy the world, he will never think of breaking my altar. Or, this is simply a fake!

"Honest!" Wang Xinyi, who was also impressed by this bell, was looking for the figure of the bell-producer everywhere.

Finally, he found it.

A little eunuch, holding a dirty ring bell in his hand, shaking it gently.

The little eunuch slowly raised his head and smiled slightly towards Wang Xinyi's gaze.

It's Qian Yiqun!

Qian Yiqun wanted to shout, "I'm here to save you!" He was like those loyal ministers and generals in the film and television. Then he thought about it and said something was wrong: I am a minister of the Emperor of Heaven, and I am not a servant of the Zhu family, so why should I downgrade myself? And if I was heard by the historian, it would be a stain that lasted thousands of years!

"With me here, why are you panic?"

Although I really wanted to shout a famous saying that could shake the past and the present, I finally said six plain words. Even the tone was mediocre and there was no aura at all.

However, it was these simple six words that surpassed all the languages ​​in the world. In an instant, all the crying stopped, as if someone pressed "silence".

After a moment, even louder shouts broke out in the crowd, as if their lives had been guaranteed.

Qian Yiqun was quite a bit lost: When did I have such a great reputation as Taoist?

He ignored an old saying: If you have something to do, you will follow it.

What book did Emperor Chongzhen read, what sentences he saw, and what was his hasty teachings he had, and people were paying attention to it at all times. When the situation was met, the Holy Emperor found that you actually had the same views as his heroes, and the taste of reading books was the same. Isn’t it just around the corner to get promoted and make money? Recently, the emperor was reading "Mo Hanzhai Zhiyi". How dare the scholars in the capital not buy a book and take a look?

"Master, Your Majesty is here!" Wang Chengen shouted happily.

"Come here," Qian Yiqun increased his voice, "Everyone comes to this circle."

——Where did the circle come from?

Everyone was curious and bowed their heads, and then they found that the kind-hearted man was indeed standing in a circle circled by green grass. The grass was obviously darker in color, and it was very eye-catching in the tender green. There were several officials with good memory who immediately attributed this to the magic: because they were sure that there was no such grass circle before.

At this moment, there was no official position or level. Except for letting the emperor enter first, everyone showed an unswerving aura and rushed into the grass circle.

Fortunately, this grass circle is big enough to include everyone.

"Hey! You can return it." Qian Yiqun shouted to Bai Feng and others.

Fu Yuze quickly withdrew from the mud behind him. The painting talisman trapped the lamas rushing over, slowly separated from the battle with Bai Feng, and retreated into the grass circle.

Although the iron rod lama was brave, he was still a human being after all, and he also pity his life. Seeing that the threat in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, they retreated to the altar and returned to their own position to recite scriptures and protect the Dharma. However, they turned a blind eye to the huge mud and stone puppet person and let it bombard the red light of the altar.

Mei Niang retreated back to the circle and suddenly felt that there were too many people around her to make her uncomfortable. Fortunately, there were not many people in the circle, because of the emperor's dragon power and the righteous divine power, the senior officials in the ministry who watched the fun did not dare to get too close.

"Teacher!" Mei Niang shouted, separated the left and right crowds, and crawled through a pile of cranes and pheasants.

"Stay on the side." Qian Yiqun whispered, his eyes closed slightly, and the water bell in his hand was steadily slapping out.

Gu Meiniang peeked at the emperor and stood beside Qian Yiqun with a smile on her face, showing a look of pride.

Chongzhen also glanced at Gu Meiniang and said to himself: The Taoist priest's disciple is young and beautiful... He immediately raised his head and found that the thunder ball became brighter and was slowly falling, as if it was too heavy to hold it.

Illed was very surprised: Are those people going to die when they get together?

He listened to the ringtone in the wind and immediately gave up the idea: it must be a kind man with some powerful means to protect them. Humph, how powerful is the Great Power Tianlong! You are so arrogant!

Qian Yiqun didn't think so.

After Jiang Kui shouted out the Great Power Tianlong Formation, Qian Yiqun understood it as the complete version of the Great Power Tianlong Curse. The biggest benefit of the Battle of the Home Court was to broaden his horizons and courage. His experience of being under the Great Power Tianlong Curse greatly weakened his fear of this curse.

Although Qian Yiqun knew that he could not compete with Gao Ren, this monk was far inferior to Monk Kuchen. The most direct evidence was that the monk did not see the disguise array Qian Yiqun used before, while Qian Yiqun clearly saw another face hidden under the face of the Sandan Lama.

This is the difference in cultivation level.

Although it is impossible to directly judge the level of mysterious art, it is also an important indicator of a person's comprehensive combat power.

——If it weren’t for that altar, I’m afraid that the monk would not have even cast the Great Power of the Heavenly Dragon Mantra.

Qian Yiqun could already hear the crackling sound of electric current bombardment.

"Kill evil!" Illard shouted loudly.

The electric ball expanded slightly, then quickly contracted, emitting dazzling light from a dragon roar, and quickly hitting the crowd below.

"The formation starts!" Qian Yiqun shouted loudly.

With this announcement, the flowing bell in Qian Yiqun's hand changed into a bell ringing, and the lingering sound was trembling. All those who awakened the Lingyun were in a trance. As for those who had not awakened the Lingyun, they were even more dizzy. Those with poor physical condition, such as Wang Xinyi, simply fainted.

The scriptures in Illid's heart surged, and the rhythm was disrupted by the sudden bell. A mouthful of blood was spurted out of his throat. Fortunately, the power-absorbing attack was completed, and the thunder ball hit the wise ruler and ministers on the ground. He simply lowered the magic weapon in his hand, let his body repair it himself, and admired his masterpiece.

But this future Dharma King saw something that frightened him.

Inconspicuous saplings broke through the ground and grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. They were arranged in an orderly manner, with different speeds, and soon supported a huge emerald green light shield.

The light shield was filled with brilliance, and both Cao Huachun and Jiang Kui showed fear.

Even surpassed that thunder.

The dazzling lightning flashed, making everyone who looked up and looked snow-white.
Chapter completed!