A golden light flashed from Monk Yuantong's eyes.

A tearing sound.

The T-shirt on his upper body shattered into pieces!

roar!!!

On Monk Yuantong's back, a golden dragon tattoo suddenly lit up.

Immediately afterwards, the golden dragon tattooed eyes turned and flew directly out of the body. The body expanded countless times and hung above the head of Monk Yuantong.

"Hahahaha, Yunda, are you going to die?"

After Monk Yuantong felt the changes in himself, he was briefly surprised for a moment.

Then his face showed a look of ecstasy.

"The mighty Tianlong!!!"

Following Monk Yuantong's command, the golden dragon opened its huge mouth and bit down hard towards Layman Yunda.

"Yunda!!"

The middle-aged woman not far away reached out to where the two of them were with a heartbroken look on her face.

But just then.

A crisp sword chant suddenly rang in the ears of everyone around him.

Bang!

Strong winds swept around.

The fallen leaves piled up on both sides of the road were instantly picked up and blown farther away.

These fallen leaves are like sharp blades.

Whether it's the ground, trees, or walls made of bricks and stones.

Whenever fallen leaves brush by, a deep sword mark will be left behind.

At this time, spiritual energy was flowing on the feather duster in Master Yunda's hand.

It was like a peerless sword unsheathed, pressed against the tip of the golden dragon's nose, preventing it from advancing even an inch.

Layman Yunda smiled disdainfully.

"Smelly monk, do you think you are the only one who has recovered your spiritual energy?"

"Today I will let you know what Ten Thousand Sword Jue is!"

"Come on, who is afraid of whom?"

Monk Yuantong roared angrily.

His figure suddenly grew taller, and the fat accumulated in various parts of his body shrank and turned into tight muscles.

The golden light on his body was several times brighter than before.

And the image of layman Yunda in front of it also changed drastically.

From the original skinny old man, he turned into an elegant middle-aged man with long hair and handsome appearance.

The sharp sword intent emanated from its body surface, and just by looking at it with your eyes, you felt a stinging sensation.

On the ground around it, sword marks appeared one after another.

Seeing that the war is about to break out.

"Enough!"

A loud shout suddenly sounded.

call out!

At some point, a long green sword sank into the ground between the two of them.

The sword body trembled slightly.

The two men's movements suddenly stopped.

Almost at the same moment, they bowed in the direction of the sound.

"I have seen countless real people."

In the world of spiritual practice, there are only a handful of people who can be called real people.

Most of them are seniors with high moral standards in the cultivation world, or their abilities are recognized by the majority of practitioners, so they are qualified to be called real people.

At this time, I saw only a strong old man walking towards this side with his hands behind his back.

It is worth noting that although this old man looks quite fierce, he gives people a strong sense of oppression.

But the obvious Mediterranean Sea above its head has greatly destroyed its overall temperament.

Arriving in front of the two respectful people, the old man snorted coldly.

"How old are you?"

"In the past, we were all elders of our respective sects. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to fight and kill like this all day long?"

"In the past, our spiritual energy was imprisoned by Master Zhang, so I didn't bother to care about you."

"But now is no longer the time for you to drink tea, play chess and fight there all day long!"

"Since the spiritual energy has been restored, then quickly mobilize your senses and see what is happening in the entire Kyoto and the entire country of China?!"

Wuliang Zhenren's voice is full of vitality.

For a moment, everyone present was silent.

After all, even when the spiritual world was at its peak, Master Wuliang was still considered one of the best.

What's more, those who can still stand here are almost the only people left in the entire Chinese cultivation world.

Back then, Zhang Tiandao carried out an operation to arrest monks, but not all monks were as cooperative as them and were willing to stop practicing and live a retirement life under the supervision of the Bureau of Secrets.

And those who disagree...

The outcome can be imagined.

But soon, as more and more people felt that the spiritual energy in their bodies began to circulate again.

The image of these uncles and aunties suddenly changed drastically, and they turned into handsome men and beautiful women one after another.

Then, they all closed their eyes and began to feel the situation in Kyoto.

Empty streets.

Weird things keep popping up like mushrooms after a rain.

"I can tell you clearly that it's not just Kyoto now."

"This situation has occurred in almost the entire country of China, and even the entire Blue Star."

"And in other cities, there are still high-level weirdness!"

Every time Master Wuliang said something, the faces of the people around him would become grimmer.

"What are those exorcists doing?!"

Layman Yunda asked with a frown.

He did not sense the aura of the exorcist.

Logically speaking, in a situation like this, all the exorcists should have been dispatched.

But except for the headquarters of the Bureau of Secrets, they did not sense the aura of the Exorcist.

"The Exorcist is also affected."

"Almost all of them have lost their minds now. It's fine if they don't cause riots. Don't expect them to solve the current situation."

Master Wuliang finished speaking.

A gray-haired old man not far away immediately sneered.

"So that Zhang Tiandao tried his best to catch us back, sealed our spiritual energy, and did not allow us to practice."

"Then you spent several years studying these evil exorcists, just to get rid of them at this critical moment and then pull us old guys out?"

The gray-haired old man's face was full of disdain.

Master Wuliang looked around.

Although the other people did not show it as obviously as the white-haired old man, Master Wuliang saw the same meaning in their eyes.

He sighed silently.

Just when they were about to say something, Zhang Tiandao's voice sounded in everyone's minds.

"Everyone, please listen to me."

"I know you have grudges against me, and I understand."
To be continued...