"What do you mean, sir? I happen to have itchy palms. How about we try a few tricks...!?"

Seeing the headmaster Zhang Shanxing's body slightly tilted and his fingers curled up, as if he was thinking of taking action, the second elder Zhang Shanyuan rushed forward with a quick step.

He grabbed the master's wrist tightly and pushed the man up the stairs with his backhand. He turned around and glared at the man angrily, shouting sternly.

"You...hum! The red mist has already spread, who has the time to tangle with you here!"

The Chinese man was just about to get angry, but in vain he found several familiar figures behind the Taoist priest in front of him staring at him fiercely.

The Japanese man couldn't help but tremble in his heart, swallowed involuntarily, found an excuse and left quickly.

Just when Zhang Shanyuan was lamenting the timid and rude behavior of this Japanese man, Marquis Andeley passed by him and also walked towards the upstairs direction.

Gian Foreman and other Italian soldiers stood obediently at the entrance of the stairs, looking sharply at everything around them.

"Zhang Tianshi looks so sad, but the food downstairs is not delicious?"

As usual, Dorgon was dressed in plain brocade clothes. He was sitting at the front of the relatively empty hall, leisurely and leisurely holding a bowl of tea and savoring it.

"Zhang Shanxing, the leader of the grass-roots 'Zhengyi Sect', pays homage to His Majesty the Emperor, Your Majesty the Prince!"

Zhang Shanxing realized that the purpose of his trip was extremely reasonable, so he did not kneel down as humbly as he did last time. He stood firm and looked upright, waved his hands and bowed to salute.

"Hey! Is this Celestial Master also here to discuss the time for the next competition?"

Andeli, who climbed up the steps shortly after, walked slowly to the middle of the hall, waved his hands and tapped his chin to greet the emperor, and turned his head so that Zhang Shanxing could strike up a conversation.

"Haha, haha, Marquis Andeley said this too early. This competition is not over yet, and the winner is not yet certain!"

Wearing a golden crown with jewels inlaid on his hair, and a bright-colored brocade robe embroidered with a dragon pattern on the sea, the emperor, who looked extraordinary, waved his hand to the servants around him to show him where to sit down.

The corner of the emperor's mouth slightly raised into a meaningful smile, but what he said made everyone except Dorgon look puzzled.

"Your Majesty, the entire Faguo team has been reduced to bones, and the leader, Falda, has also been controlled by my disciple. Is there anything left to compete with?"

Seeing the emperor's words, Zhang Shanxing flashed in his mind what his juniors had said about the unfair competition. He couldn't help the anger in his heart and loudly questioned the person in power above him.

"Zhang Tianshi, don't forget your identity. There's nothing to be ashamed of just asking if you don't understand. But your attitude...!"

"Everyone, please don't argue. The situation in this situation is really interesting. I wonder if His Majesty Qiandi would be willing to give me some advice!"

Seeing that Zhang Shanxing was about to be questioned, Marquis Andeli directly interrupted Dorgon and humbly asked questions to the most powerful person in the entire hall, the Emperor.

"Haha, haha, Marquis Andeli is too unconventional, but this matter is related to the secret of Falda's 'spell', so it is really not convenient to go into details.

But if the little Taoist priest in the field can break through the spreading red mist, he will win the final victory of this competition!"

Ever since he stepped into the hall on this floor, Marquis Andeli had only saluted and asked for advice from himself, without even looking at Dorgon.

This made Emperor Qian, who was the Supreme Emperor, very satisfied. His favorability towards Marquis Andely increased sharply, and he directly evaluated the key to the outcome of the game.

"Oh! I see. It seems that our country's opponent in the next game will have to wait a while!"

Andeli looked at the prepared seats with a smile on his face, waved his hands and made a feint with his fists, then walked towards the seat on the other side of the emperor, leaving Zhang Shanxing standing awkwardly in the middle of the hall in a daze.

.....

"Ling Yun, do you, the Zhengyi Sect, have a grudge against the royal family? The result of this competition is so obvious, why isn't it over yet?"

In the Consciousness Sea Space, Qianmian Shamao, who watched the whole game through Zhang Lingyun's visual senses, finally couldn't help but feel depressed in his heart, and connected with Zhang Lingyun's spiritual consciousness to complain.

"The chamberlain who received me when I first entered the park said that the Japanese people wanted to make me look good on the field. I think the Japanese people must have reached some kind of agreement with this group of monks!"

Zhang Lingyun, who was always floating in the void, answered Sha Mao's questions while his eyes drifted towards the direction of 'Siyongzhai' from time to time, quietly waiting for news from the Master and others.

"Ling Yun, I suggest you clear out all your senior brothers first, or protect them well!"

Through Zhang Lingyun's constantly moving eyes, Chi Yan noticed that the spreading red mist was already approaching Zhang Lingxiao and Zhang Lingyu in the corner, and immediately reminded them loudly.

"Oh my god! I almost forgot about them!"

Zhang Lingyun, who felt that everything was fine and was just waiting for the result, suddenly turned around at the reminder of his companions and found that the red mist had begun to cover the senior brother's arms. He immediately flew away in annoyance.

Zhang Lingyun held the second senior brother who was still in a coma under his arm, and carried the senior senior brother whose whole arm was blood red on his shoulders, and flew towards Siyongzhai regardless of many scruples.

"Young hero, please stay! This competition is not over yet. If you leave voluntarily, you will be treated as a forfeit!"

Just when Zhang Lingyun was about to fly away from the competition venue, a chamberlain dressed in plain clothes appeared in vain, waved, made a fist, bowed, and repeated this important rule to Zhang Lingyun.

"May I ask, sir, if all the members of the Faguo team are wiped out and there is nothing but the red mist, who do you want me to fight with!?"

"Young hero, this is the rule above. Please don't embarrass me!"

Zhang Lingyun, who was confused by the aggrieved look of the chamberlain, slowly turned around and looked back, and sure enough he discovered the strangeness of the strange red mist.

The red mist that had lost its target no longer spread, and seemed to be controlled by some kind of energy. It began to gather in one place at a speed that could be distinguished by the naked eye.

"Beautiful! It is indeed a magical country, how about this!?"

Zhang Lingyun, who was stunned by what was happening before him, no longer knew how to describe his mood at the moment.

Zhang Lingyun put down his two senior brothers in front of the chamberlain, and returned to the competition venue alone. His body was still floating in the void, and he waved his hand to draw talismans in the void.

"Ling Yun, that red mist always has the ability to corrode, what are you going to do?"

"Try to eliminate them first and see if you have any good ideas!?"

Faced with Chi Yan's questions, Zhang Lingyun expressed what was on his mind without reservation, and at the same time he was also looking forward to getting some tips from everyone.

"If the red mist cannot be eliminated, we can only find a way to collect him!"

Feng Yu Wanjiu, who didn't speak for a while, looked helpless and told the final result of the discussion with the many monsters in the 'Linglong Pagoda', with a look of boredom on his face.

"This thing can even corrupt my spiritual barrier. I wonder if I can control it!?"

The red mist that had filled a radius of tens of meters had shrunk to a size of three meters in less than half a quarter of an hour.

Farda, whose body was intact, and several monks who had turned into bones, and the spiritual barrier that was slightly damaged but still standing there, all appeared again.

At this moment, Zhang Lingyun raised his eyebrows slightly and narrowed his eyes slightly, activating all the talismans in the void with his hand.

"Hoo, hoho...!"

In an instant, dozens of talismans took shape in the void, huge fireballs containing pure spiritual power, dancing with red flames, ready to create their own value at any time.

Zhang Lingyun did not rush to use the fireball to attack, but released the power of spiritual consciousness to establish a connection with the sea of ​​consciousness space.

Turn around dozens of fist-sized spiritual power balls, compress them to the extreme, release them from the spiritual veins, and forcefully inject them into the hot fireballs.

In the blink of an eye, the fireball that was originally full of spiritual power turned into a large fireball one meter square under the condensation and fusion of Zhang Lingyun.

Driven by Zhang Lingyun, dozens of fireballs were divided into two waves, half of which slowly fell to the ground and slowly swirled around the red mist.

The other half was constructed by Zhang Lingyun into a dense circular network of fireballs, which fell rapidly from high altitude to cover the last exit of the red mist, and was closely connected with the constantly rotating fireballs.

"Oh! How to collect it next!?"

Zhang Lingyun sighed deeply and glanced back and forth, looking at the ball of spiritual power standing not far away to protect Junior Brother Feng. Zhang Lingyun had a flash of light in his mind and flew to Junior Brother's side.

Zhang Lingyun waved his hand and pressed close to the spiritual power barrier, releasing a wisp of spiritual power with dense spiritual power control, slowly opening a gap as wide as the palm of his hand.

"Third Senior Brother, is the battle over? Why am I still unable to move? When can I go out?"

"Junior brother, don't be anxious. Once your body can move, we will completely win the game! Now give me Farda's soul first!"

Hearing Junior Brother Feng's series of questions, Zhang Lingyun's brows furrowed even more tightly. After a few words of comfort to Junior Brother, Zhang Lingyun revealed the main purpose of looking for someone this time.

"Senior brother, this monk's spirit is very strange, as if he is missing his soul. Not only is he stupid and stupid, but he is also extremely timid!"

Locked in a spiritual barrier that isolated everything, Zhang Lingfeng, who had nothing to do, turned his attention to the transparent ball containing Falda's soul in his hand.

At first, Zhang Lingfeng thought that Falda's spirit was deliberately pretending to be stupid.

But as he continued to provoke and coerce with his words, Farda's weak spirit actually started to tremble and sob softly.

Zhang Lingfeng had to believe that Farda's soul had suffered major and irreversible damage.

"It's okay, I don't want him to live anyway!"

Taking the transparent ball handed over by Junior Brother Feng, Zhang Lingyun released his spiritual power again and restored the spiritual power barrier to its original state to ensure the absolute safety of Junior Brother.

"Ah, ah...!"

Zhang Lingyun shook the transparent ball in his hand tightly and looked at the halo of light spots in it.

Sure enough, as the junior brother said, he started to tremble slightly and let out a cry of fear. He couldn't help but straighten his arms in disgust to keep the ball away from him.

"Sand Cat, that corrosive red mist should be the masterpiece of the 'curse master' Falda. Is there any way to tell me how to solve it?"

"Isn't it great to just create an illusion? How difficult can it be!?"

As soon as the Thousand-faced Sand Cat finished speaking, the two powerful men Chi Yan and Feng Yu Wanjiu cast disgusted looks one after another. The Thousand-faced Sand Cat's face was full of confusion, and he had no idea where he had gone wrong.

At this time, Zhang Lingyun tried his best to stabilize the fluctuations of spiritual power throughout his body, abandoning distracting thoughts and slowly releasing a ray of spiritual consciousness.

Then Zhang Lingyun's whole body faintly overflowed with an extremely soft halo, and strange changes began to appear on the unusually clean bluestone beside him.

As if being directed specifically, wisps of spiritual energy shuttled across the void to construct objects, gradually condensing into a large halo of nearly half a meter, and the passage to Zhang Lingyun's sea of ​​consciousness space was completed.

Zhang Lingyun suddenly opened his eyes, waved his hand and threw the ball containing Falda's soul, directly into the halo.

"Got it, quickly close the consciousness sea space!"

Following Chi Yan's exclamation, Zhang Lingyun immediately restrained the power of his spiritual consciousness and successfully erased the existence of the halo at the critical moment when countless spiritual powers were about to cover him.
To be continued...