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They had collected information on every move Mingzhao made.

Mingzhao is more powerful than the sword in her hand, and the thunder talisman that specializes in defeating Yin evil and Gang Zhi Yang.

The Sky Thunder Talisman is nothing to worry about. They themselves practice righteous mental methods. The Sky Thunder Talisman is very effective against ghosts and evil spirits, but it has no effect on them.

The only thing that needs to be scrupulous is the magic sword in Mingzhao's hand.

Several people died under this sword. No one dared to underestimate this sword, so they made a careful plan.

The two old men holding swords had reached the advanced level in swordsmanship, one on the left and the other on the right to contain Ming Zhuo.

The four eminent monks activated the Four Symbols of Vajra and used the Buddha's handprint to shoot Mingzhuo's soul out of the body.

After the thunder blow, I couldn't believe that Ming Mao could still hide in this body.

As long as the soul comes out, the Four Symbols of Diamond Formation will evolve into a killing move, strangulating the soul under the formation, leaving no ashes behind.

Chu Yuqi looked at Ming Zhuo in the formation and subconsciously took a few steps back.

She didn't understand whether Mingzhao was a brave person with great skills or a fearless person with no knowledge. It was such a good opportunity just now, but he didn't ask Shen Ruodi for help!

If two people join forces, there is still hope of breaking the formation, but now alone, isn't it like waiting for death?
She looked at the golden Buddha's hand gradually condensing in the void, feeling inexplicably horrified, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Cheng Jingru looked back at her, met her frightened eyes, and then turned back expressionlessly.

Now is not the time to liquidate Chu Yuqi.

Pointing her toes, she also used her magic sword to rush up to the formation. While Ming Zhuo was restrained by the old man holding the sword, she suddenly threw something out and entangled Ming Zhuo's legs.

That thing was like snow-white silk, but there was a brilliant brilliance flowing on it. It was both soft and tough, and Mingzhao couldn't break free for a while.

The old man holding the sword glanced at Cheng Jingru with admiration. The two sides cooperated tacitly. After a few moves, Ming Zhuo's other hand was also entangled.

Those silk threads restrained Ming Zhuo's movements, and the old man holding the sword took the opportunity to fly the peach wood sword in Ming Zhuo's hand.

With a thud, the Taomu Sword fell to the ground. Everyone was delighted, the opportunity had come!

The four-symbol formation of Vajra instantly shined brightly, and the sound of Buddha sounded everywhere!

A huge Buddha's hand was formed by the condensation of golden light, carrying a thunderous and overwhelming force, and was photographed heavily.

Ming Zhuo was in the middle of the formation, the wind making her hair fly and the skirt of her clothes rustling fiercely. She was as small as a drop in the ocean.

Shen Boyuan didn't know why, but for a moment he couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

As the person who made the arrangements today, he naturally knew that Ming Zhuo had just returned from Lingquan Temple.

He had just escaped from the mass grave under Lingquan Temple. His spiritual power was exhausted, and no matter how talented he was, it would be difficult to continue.

Mingzhao couldn't resist the blow at all.

The end is already doomed.

Amidst the Buddha's sound and golden light that filled the sky, Mingzhao looked up at the Buddha's handprint, his eyes calm and indifferent.

The Buddha's handprint suddenly fell, and everyone subconsciously tilted their heads.

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At the other end of the city, someone stood quietly in the moonlight, looking into a certain direction in the night sky.

The weather was extremely hot and there was no wind, so he had to shake the folding fan vigorously.

"It's so hot. Why is it so hot?"

Suddenly, he stopped the folding fan and felt a wisp of breeze blowing from the distant night sky.

He closed the folding fan and put it against his chin, his eyebrows were deeply arched, "Oh, it seems like the sky is going to change."

——The four eminent monks sighed, "Amitabha."

Although everything happened for a reason, their trip tonight was indeed a success.

Not only did he set up an ambush in advance, but he also deliberately chose to ambush a person who was kind to Buddhism when Ming Zhao was exhausted.

A gentleman talks about his deeds but not his heart, although Ming Mao is probably in disguise, hoping to take the opportunity to break into Buddhism and instigate rebellion against others.

Suddenly, the expressions of the four eminent monks changed slightly, and they hurriedly thrust their staffs into the ground.

The Diamond Four Symbol Formation instantly evolved, and the flowing golden light regrouped... However, it completely collapsed in the next second.

The four eminent monks vomited blood at the same time.

Everyone looked at Ming Zhuo in shock. How could it be possible that she could withstand the blow from the Buddha's palm?
The four eminent monks were injured, and the formation was about to collapse under Ming Zhuo's feet.

Before anyone had time to think, Cheng Jingru gritted his teeth and pulled the thread suddenly, "Two seniors, I'll trap her, you hurry up and use Sou Shen!"

Shen Boyuan frowned subconsciously, always feeling that this was inappropriate.

Searching for God is to forcibly break into the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness, so that the opponent's secrets cannot be hidden. It is the top torture method in Xuanmen, and is usually only implemented on those who have committed the most heinous crimes.

There are basically only two endings for people who have been searched. Either they can't bear it and die of mental breakdown, or they become completely stupid.

The torture hall was used decades ago, but since Wu Jiao came to power, he felt that searching for gods was too overbearing and abandoned this method.

But before he had time to say anything, the old man holding the sword had already moved quickly and rushed towards the formation.

One person attacked Mingzhuo, and the other took the opportunity to light a piece of talisman paper, put a mark on Mingzhuo's body, forcibly searched for the spirit, and forced Mingzhuo's soul to leave his body.

The cultivation level of the two men is far higher than that of the four eminent monks, and their individual combat capabilities are unmatched by anyone, let alone two of them.

The old man holding the sword was black and white. Only then did the old man in black forcefully open Ming Zhuo's sea of ​​​​consciousness, ready to search for his soul, when he suddenly felt a buzzing in his head.

At that moment, he felt that his body and even his soul were completely exploded into millions of pieces.

The old man in black screamed and fell to his knees, frantically inserting his hands into the soil to relieve the pain.

It was as if it was not Ming Zhuo who was being searched, but him.

The old man in white was shocked, how could this happen?
"Brother Hei, what's wrong with you?"

The old man in black blinked and realized that everything just now was just his illusion.

Even so, it also frightened him inexplicably. What illusion was so overbearing that it could actually make his soul feel pain?

"You...who are you?" He couldn't help but ask, his whole body was still covered in cold sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.

Mingzhao: "See clearly, I am who I am."

The old man holding the sword: "..."

Is this my problem?This is the question of why your soul is so powerful!

Mingzhao mistakenly thought that these people didn't believe it.

She thought for a moment, five of the six most powerful people were already kneeling, and the remaining one standing was an eyesore.

As soon as he raised his hand, the peach wood sword flew over with a buzzing sound and slashed at the old man in white.

The old man in white felt his whole body go cold. He thought to himself that it didn't hurt at all, and then he met the frightened eyes of others.

The next second, he couldn't care less about his doubts, because he found that his body had been split in half!
The old man in white was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, and his bodies naturally came together again.

He touched his body. There was no blood or any scars, as if the sword strike just now was just an illusion.

But the chill in his heart and the frightened looks of everyone told him that this was true.