Chong Xu Daoist's face was pale.
It seemed he couldn't speak, just slightly shaking his head under the watchful eyes of the heroes.
What was Cheng Gao Daoist doing? He seemed to be completely unaware.
Lingxu, Qingxu, and other Wudang masters surrounded Chong Xu, still clinging tightly to their swords, their faces solemn and eyes wary.
Life and death at stake, neither the righteous nor the evil dared to make rash moves.
Yet the trees want rest, but the wind will not cease!
"Boom~~!!"
The deafening explosion sounded again, brilliant fireworks soaring into the sky, dust and shattered rocks blasting everywhere.
It then spread all the way up from the base of Shengguan Peak.
The Demon Cult followers naturally fled towards the Jungji Sacrificial Altar.
The forces of good and evil were pressed together!
Just then, someone from the side of the righteous suddenly launched a hidden weapon.
The weapon itself was nothing special, and the technique was not sophisticated.
But...