Han Weijiang took off his armor and threw it towards Qin Jiu: "This is a sacred armor. If you put it on, you won't be injured easily."

He didn't dare to step forward or participate in the battle, but he was extremely eager to repay Qin Jiu for saving his life.

Qin Jiu took the armor and was stunned for a moment, then showed him a naive smile: "Thank you!"

More and more spiritual cultivators and demonic cultivators began to rush forward to join the battle, and the situation turned around in an instant.

Even the disciples of Qixian Sect and those demons who had already taken refuge with Wen Zhe showed signs of struggle, regret and wavering on their faces.

…

Wen Zhe suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the vision of nine stars in the moon, the falling rain, and the monk who had recovered his cultivation and rushed towards him, his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his face.

His teeth were clenched tightly, making a squeaking sound.

During the Tianqing disaster two years ago, Wen Zhe was in retreat, and everything was led by Mu Liuyun, the priest of the Netherworld.

He had only vaguely heard that what finally ended the disaster was the vision of nine stars connecting to the moon and rain falling from the sky.

I have even heard that after the vision, there is a ghost bell that rings throughout the entire Immortal Cultivation Continent.

Wen Zhe knew that Mu Liuyun and his master had guessed at that time that the person who ruined their plan might be a descendant of a Kagura master.

But in the end, when the descendant of the Kagura master was going through the tribulation, he triggered the thunder of divine punishment.

No one can escape the divine thunder of punishment.

Not to mention a little virtual fairy.

So Mu Liuyun quickly reported to his master the news that the divine musician was dead.

But who would have thought that this little Kagura master who had climbed up step by step from the lowest level of Yanwu Continent not only survived, but actually became stronger and stronger.

Time and time again, the master's plans were ruined.

Time and time again, it brought him unbearable surprises and panic.

Wen Zhe felt that the wound on his back that had been eroded by the [power of the curse] was burning with pain.

Just as he was getting more and more anxious at this moment, and he was becoming more and more violent and murderous.

"Master Priest, what should we do now?"

The voice of a subordinate came to my ears.

Wen Zhe gritted his teeth, slowly formed seals with his hands, then took out his piccolo, and sneered: "Put all the ghouls in, and I want to see how long she can sustain this nine-star moon-like phenomenon!"

As he said that, he put the piccolo to his lips and blew a harsh sound.

The next moment, the entire Tianmei Palace began to change.

The third layer and the second layer of Xumi Mustard Seed Space begin to merge.

The walls of the main hall, the carved beams and paintings, the tables, chairs and benches all disappeared.

All that's left is the empty bluestone floor.

And when the wall disappeared, what the monks were left to face was a dense crowd of ghouls with no end in sight.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically.

The originally high fighting spirit seemed to have been poured down by a basin of cold water.

It turned into panic again.

Especially when the sound of Muyan's piano became weaker and weaker, the vision of nine stars and the moon gradually disappeared, and the raindrops falling in the sky became thinner and thinner.

This fear and anxiety gradually turned into despair.

There are only these people in the Tianmei Palace.

Even if their strength has been restored, there is still no way to kill so many ghouls.

Their physical strength will always be exhausted, and their immortal energy will always dry up.
Chapter completed!